Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 4: Deathball Championship)
05-10-2012, 05:28 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
Lloyd was waiting behind one of the many billboards that looked down over the Deathball arena ("A2 Brewed Tea: Refreshment Is On The March") when nothing happened. It was a rather noticeable lack of something happening, and it set him cursing the moment the thing he'd been expecting didn't happen.
He kept up a steady stream of profanity as he packed his rifle up and started down the ladder. He couldn't decide what was worse: that the briefcase hadn't blown out the windows of the Corporate Box at the start of things, or that he had contingencies in place to deal with it. He'd been half-hoping that the plan would fail and he could just get back to doing his thing, but no, the local Lloyd had had to be thorough about it and come up with backup plans.
A key he'd picked up during a part-time janitorial gig at the stadium got him into some service stairs, and he took them down as fast as he could without drawing attention. There weren't many people walking around the back (just a few cleaners doing their thing and a recruiter or two on their way out), but he still didn't want to risk attracting too much attention.
The bottom of the stairs opened into a parking garage, and immediately in front of him was the driver's side of a grey pickup truck, a sheet magnet bearing A2's logo plastered on the door. It would've been his getaway vehicle, if everything had gone right. Instead, it was going to be taking him on a couple of errands; first and foremost, he had to see some arms dealers.
Without waiting around for even more things to go wrong, Lloyd jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the door, and started off, taking the truck out of there.
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Sarika wasn't quite sure what to do now that Marcus had gone in and was presumably going through the final stages of preparation or whatever. The guards were giving her a look, so she obviously couldn't just stand around, but Turaine hadn't caught up yet, and she was the one with the keys for the van, which would make getting very far fairly difficult.
Looking around, she could only really see one way to go other than the way she came, and that was a nondescript door off to one side. She took a few steps towards it, and when the guards didn't move to stop her, she went the rest of the way, pulled it open, and went through.
She found herself in a dimly-lit stairwell, and after just a few levels, it opened into a parking garage. Immediately in front of her, there was a grey pickup truck, and she figured that it was as good a place as any to wait for Turaine.
It didn't take much waiting before she noticed the comfortable-looking sandbags in the back of the truck. She'd still be able to see the door from there, right? And what, was someone going to come and tell her off? No one seemed inclined to mess with people in her recruiter's uniform, so she could probably just settle in up there and wait in comfort.
It wasn't long after she found just the right spot that her mind began to wander. Marcus would be alright, wouldn't he? He was tough, he was used to combat and stuff. He could take care of himself in there, she didn't have any-
Without so much as glancing in the back, someone jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the door, and started off, taking the truck- and Sarika- out of there.
Um.
Lloyd was waiting behind one of the many billboards that looked down over the Deathball arena ("A2 Brewed Tea: Refreshment Is On The March") when nothing happened. It was a rather noticeable lack of something happening, and it set him cursing the moment the thing he'd been expecting didn't happen.
He kept up a steady stream of profanity as he packed his rifle up and started down the ladder. He couldn't decide what was worse: that the briefcase hadn't blown out the windows of the Corporate Box at the start of things, or that he had contingencies in place to deal with it. He'd been half-hoping that the plan would fail and he could just get back to doing his thing, but no, the local Lloyd had had to be thorough about it and come up with backup plans.
A key he'd picked up during a part-time janitorial gig at the stadium got him into some service stairs, and he took them down as fast as he could without drawing attention. There weren't many people walking around the back (just a few cleaners doing their thing and a recruiter or two on their way out), but he still didn't want to risk attracting too much attention.
The bottom of the stairs opened into a parking garage, and immediately in front of him was the driver's side of a grey pickup truck, a sheet magnet bearing A2's logo plastered on the door. It would've been his getaway vehicle, if everything had gone right. Instead, it was going to be taking him on a couple of errands; first and foremost, he had to see some arms dealers.
Without waiting around for even more things to go wrong, Lloyd jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the door, and started off, taking the truck out of there.
-
Sarika wasn't quite sure what to do now that Marcus had gone in and was presumably going through the final stages of preparation or whatever. The guards were giving her a look, so she obviously couldn't just stand around, but Turaine hadn't caught up yet, and she was the one with the keys for the van, which would make getting very far fairly difficult.
Looking around, she could only really see one way to go other than the way she came, and that was a nondescript door off to one side. She took a few steps towards it, and when the guards didn't move to stop her, she went the rest of the way, pulled it open, and went through.
She found herself in a dimly-lit stairwell, and after just a few levels, it opened into a parking garage. Immediately in front of her, there was a grey pickup truck, and she figured that it was as good a place as any to wait for Turaine.
It didn't take much waiting before she noticed the comfortable-looking sandbags in the back of the truck. She'd still be able to see the door from there, right? And what, was someone going to come and tell her off? No one seemed inclined to mess with people in her recruiter's uniform, so she could probably just settle in up there and wait in comfort.
It wasn't long after she found just the right spot that her mind began to wander. Marcus would be alright, wouldn't he? He was tough, he was used to combat and stuff. He could take care of himself in there, she didn't have any-
Without so much as glancing in the back, someone jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the door, and started off, taking the truck- and Sarika- out of there.
Um.