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[TCM]

Get into the van and open my PCA.

[Flying Dice]

Eric climbs into the rear of the van, looking over his PCA.

[2]

He wonders if he was hit on the head last mission, as he can't remember much of anything about the device that he has been using for years.
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Joseph stretches out on the metal floor of the rear compartment. He decides to browse a few videos.

[6]

He successfully opens the most popular video sharing site on the net. Loud moans echo through the van.
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Snake gets into the rear of the van, threading the suppressor onto his Beretta. He asks his PCA for more information.

[1]

It laughs at him, "Bugger off, I'm busy."
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Edgar gets into the back of the van, checking his PCA.

[2]

He doesn't find any more useful information.
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John calls shotgun, climbing into the front passenger seat. He tries to remind himself of how his PCA works.

[1]

It seems he really needs a refresher course; he can barely remember how to turn it on!
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G.E. gets into the van, [4] putting his PCA into silence mode. He relaxes, waiting for someone to drive.
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Sasha gets into the rear of the van. She tries to open her PCA.

[4]

She remembers that PCAs are single-piece units with no lid, thankfully before trying to rip part of the case off.
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The van gleefully cries out, "Yaaay!~ Van-chan gets to driiive!~" The van rockets out of the underground garage, catching a bit of air as it reaches the street. Leaving the scent of much-abused tires in its wake, it swerves into traffic, heading towards the office complex. Maybe letting the delusional semi-intelligent program drive a large vehicle through city traffic wasn't a good idea?


Sasha's PCA pings with another message alert.

After fifteen terrifying minutes, you screech to a halt in the parking lot of a gas station. The office complex occupies the rest of the city block you're on. The gas station is in the south-west corner of the block.

[Remalle]

(Derp.  Got my own character's name wrong last time.)

Smitty steps out of the van, cracks his joints, and stretches.
"Let's take half a minute before moving out."
Check myself and my equipment before trying the PCA again.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Huh. Joseph tries to recall if exactly WHERE each of the hostages were in the complex. He doesn't want to go barging in the front door only to have one of the hostages die right then and there.

Oh, wait. He checks his PCA to see if this information is there somewhere, while walking towards the complex.

[Donuts]

Jump out of the van, and try to remember how to use the PCA while sneakily sneaking to the complex

[Caellath]

Edgar (not Eric) leaves the van, scratching the back of his head. The trip with the delusional, disturbing van while one of the guys watched videos of dubious quality in a video-sharing website do not seem to have phased him much. He simply sits near the van and starts to check for informations.

Edgar checks for information pertaining the building, such as the place the hostages are being held and a dowloadable map of the building.

Spoiler: Edgar Tessan; Caellath (click to show/hide)

Name: Edgar Tessan
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Description: Slightly above average height, with light brown eyes and darker brown hair. Always looks either aloof or apathetic, although he does have his moments of activity/brightness that seem to either random or estimulated by group activities. Like killing.
Background: Edgar was a lonely kid who seemed to lack any real interest in anything. As he grew, he discovered guns and started to read about them, starting to practice a little of shooting during college and finally giving up on any prospect of a "common" job after finishing his major in History quite earlier than most expected, turning to mercenary work instead.
HP: 100/100
Money: 400c
PCA: Nevermore
Equipment:
Flak Jacket (+1 DEF; body): 800c
Combat knife: 500c
Stun grenade: 300c
Beretta M9

[TCM]

Get out of van, load up my Uzi, check the PCA for information on the situation in the building.

[Flying Dice]

((And that, folks, is why I shouldn't update a game in the wee hours of the morning when two characters have similar names. Yep, Eric is going to be Smitty from now on. Nicknames are the best.))

[Donuts]

((Call me "Le Unseen" then ))

[Greenstarfanatic]

((You can just remember me as the Young Italian dude.))

[lawastooshort]

"Hey," says G.E to his comrades. "We should check out the approaches and come up with a workable and simple plan. Any ideas?"

Check gun is loaded and how many grenades I have, then check (pca presumably) for any possible routes to the top of the building that would give us downwards access to the hostage's location.

[Donuts]

"Yeah, maybe, any air vents?"

[Flying Dice]

((Just waiting on Geen.))

[Donuts]

((Aliens are slow ))

[Zako]

Hell, why not, I'll join. By the way, how about gas masks, mustard gas grenades, flash goggles and fibre optic cameras as bits of equipment? Gas masks to counter tear gas and toxic gasses, mustard gas to screw people over, flash goggles to counter stun grenades and fibre optic cameras to look through vents, under doors, etc?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Helen Grey
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Description: Lightly tanned skin, shortcut dark brown hair that's tied in a ponytail, stands at just under 6 foot tall and wears a red bandanna around her neck.
Background: Helen has spend years as a professional merc after a dishonourable discharge from the army after crippling an officer after he harrassed her a bit too much. She's skilled and has the proper mentality, but sometimes has a bit of a temper.
HP: 100/100
Money: 250c
Equipment:
PCA: Optix-49
Beretta M9
H&K MP5