Post by missthundercat on Jan 20, 2007 7:48:55 GMT -5
(( OOoooh, like the Rocket Launcher in RE4!! *loves that darn thing* I get it now... *did some research on wiki* Grazie dear! Oh, and the tunnel from the oven to the furnace idea... ^^ Its a real-life thing in my mom's hometown, its since WWII. When I was a kid my friends dared me to go through it. I pissed my pants but I did. Brrrrrr...... so many spiders... ;_; ))
"Basic sweep and weapons, that'll be a relief" Horatio said. "Dealing only with the standard number gives us room to work with sending them looking for clues in the wrong direction. Wonder if they would have a Cleric or two with them..." he added, rubbing his chin skeptically.
Then he smirked slightly at how much attention Adrian seemed to pay to Preston. The young adult was listening to him, quiet, without that slight look of disconcern or arrogance that he had when other people (considered 'authority' by the teenager) spoke to him. Amazing person, that Preston, really. Adrian had been left with a bit of an issue against authority and being ordered after cutting off Prozium, but he seemed to listen to Preston willingly.
It was during one situation quite a bit like this one, one year ago, a Sweep in the area of the old bunker, that Adrian had been stranded in the Nethers. Horatio had taken a bunch of people to go salvage some materials from an old, bombarded factory, when Sweepers escorting a group of trainee Clerics on their first field training, came into the area. From in the factory, Horatio and his team had seen a group of rogues (resitance forces not connected with the main network, most likely) attack the squad without provokation. Heavy gunfire had been exchanged, while Horatio had his team hide and lay low.
When the Sweepers and Clerics, outnumbered and outgunned, withdrew soon, they left behind bodies. Horatio had ushered his team away while it all went down. A day or so later, hoping to salvage guns and ammunition, Horatio took 4 others and went to check the site and bolt at first sign of threat. The bodies had been left there. They did find guns forgotten behind with their dead owners. But that one of the injured trainees would still be alive, with a bullet left in his stomach... that was a first. Ironically, Horatio realized he was alive only when he tripped on him in the dark. The boy cried out in pain but had lost too much blood to do anything else.
It took debating, but Horatio had him brought back for treatment. He shouldn't died of that gunshot, but he made it, thanks to the rigorous Cleric training he had endured, that had boosted the endurance of his immune system. The first few days that he was consious he had a few fits from the lack of Prozium; not everyone had an easy transition. He wasn't older than 17 at the time, and with the natural hormones going into overtime from his experience, the lack of Prozium to dull down the feelings brought about, made the boy as irritable and prone to mood swings as a pregnant woman. With time, he got a grip of himself, but still had small phases that ranged from over-excitement to severe depression.
"Oh... uh, yeah. I guess you're right" Adrian said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"There's a good deal of things in the Shed that we could leave about the werehouse to make it look lived in. Adrian, where's the exit of that tunnel in the werehouse?" Horatio said.
"Uh, it comes out right inside a furnace. There's a latch that lifts the flooring, and the door opens from the inside too. It's a fake furnace anyway, I think the tunnel was made in the war. Must've been used as an escape route. The other end comes into the bakery's oven. There's a trapdoor under the floor grating. Its still so covered in soot and tar that you can't catch notice of it."
"I don't want to know how you found it, then. I think a few forged Resistance Files left behind in a hurry should help complete the illusion that was a base. I'll look into that."
Adrian pipped up again. "Yeah, but how we gonna draw them to that specific building? It'd take a bit of a bang to get them off the road and towards the werehouse."
"Basic sweep and weapons, that'll be a relief" Horatio said. "Dealing only with the standard number gives us room to work with sending them looking for clues in the wrong direction. Wonder if they would have a Cleric or two with them..." he added, rubbing his chin skeptically.
Then he smirked slightly at how much attention Adrian seemed to pay to Preston. The young adult was listening to him, quiet, without that slight look of disconcern or arrogance that he had when other people (considered 'authority' by the teenager) spoke to him. Amazing person, that Preston, really. Adrian had been left with a bit of an issue against authority and being ordered after cutting off Prozium, but he seemed to listen to Preston willingly.
It was during one situation quite a bit like this one, one year ago, a Sweep in the area of the old bunker, that Adrian had been stranded in the Nethers. Horatio had taken a bunch of people to go salvage some materials from an old, bombarded factory, when Sweepers escorting a group of trainee Clerics on their first field training, came into the area. From in the factory, Horatio and his team had seen a group of rogues (resitance forces not connected with the main network, most likely) attack the squad without provokation. Heavy gunfire had been exchanged, while Horatio had his team hide and lay low.
When the Sweepers and Clerics, outnumbered and outgunned, withdrew soon, they left behind bodies. Horatio had ushered his team away while it all went down. A day or so later, hoping to salvage guns and ammunition, Horatio took 4 others and went to check the site and bolt at first sign of threat. The bodies had been left there. They did find guns forgotten behind with their dead owners. But that one of the injured trainees would still be alive, with a bullet left in his stomach... that was a first. Ironically, Horatio realized he was alive only when he tripped on him in the dark. The boy cried out in pain but had lost too much blood to do anything else.
It took debating, but Horatio had him brought back for treatment. He shouldn't died of that gunshot, but he made it, thanks to the rigorous Cleric training he had endured, that had boosted the endurance of his immune system. The first few days that he was consious he had a few fits from the lack of Prozium; not everyone had an easy transition. He wasn't older than 17 at the time, and with the natural hormones going into overtime from his experience, the lack of Prozium to dull down the feelings brought about, made the boy as irritable and prone to mood swings as a pregnant woman. With time, he got a grip of himself, but still had small phases that ranged from over-excitement to severe depression.
"Oh... uh, yeah. I guess you're right" Adrian said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"There's a good deal of things in the Shed that we could leave about the werehouse to make it look lived in. Adrian, where's the exit of that tunnel in the werehouse?" Horatio said.
"Uh, it comes out right inside a furnace. There's a latch that lifts the flooring, and the door opens from the inside too. It's a fake furnace anyway, I think the tunnel was made in the war. Must've been used as an escape route. The other end comes into the bakery's oven. There's a trapdoor under the floor grating. Its still so covered in soot and tar that you can't catch notice of it."
"I don't want to know how you found it, then. I think a few forged Resistance Files left behind in a hurry should help complete the illusion that was a base. I'll look into that."
Adrian pipped up again. "Yeah, but how we gonna draw them to that specific building? It'd take a bit of a bang to get them off the road and towards the werehouse."