>"I don't have time for this. Delete the email, Technician, and leave the pilot alone."
>"I don't care. Send it. He already knows what happened, and you've done this before. Can't hurt."
>"Just why exactly are you doing this, Kowalski?"
>Just walk away. Pretend you never found out about this, and walk away while you're still sane.
>Other

Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26371862

Sorry about the delay. Familial obligations, they've been taken care of.

Also, using the old OP picture from last time, but I'd feel bad 'stealing' it, especially since this is supposed to be NotEvangelion, and AdEva might want to use this picture without it being associated with my rinky dink quest.

>>26417824
Is reading the thing through and then deciding an option?

>>26417967
Of course, custom options are always an option.

I'll give it another four minutes, and if nobody else votes, you win! Crappy plastic birthday horn noise.

>>26417967
You win! Writing.

"But I was just-" You pull the laptop away from Dalton. You give a glance to Kowalski. Just to double check if she's okay with this. She nods.

CORT's in house OS, modified from Ubuntu is on the screen, along with a distinctly not in house email service. You glance up at Kowalski, but she doesn't betray any sign of worry. Okay then.

There's at least twenty emails here. To your recollection, you've only seen Unit 2 three times, and of those times, only once was a battle, against CODENAME: NEZUMI. And that's actually one of the topics, Kowalski complaining about the rather flagrant misuse of Japanese mythology in codenaming the invaders.

You thought they used a random word generator. Well, more you know.

The topics range from the practical, pointing out to Theodore the importance of avoiding certain critical parts of the city's infratructure (Chillingly, residential areas were placed just above parkland. "Anybody still staying after evacuation sounds waives their right to bring lawsuit." Cold, Kowalski, cold), to the distinctly impractical, with Kowalski wondering whether or not Specialist Theodore goes up to the cafeteria at all, and if so, when, what his favorite color is, all that sort of nonsense. A lot of the emails are actually rather critical in fact, in Kowalski's unintentionally acidic way- for instance wondering what prompted Theodore to unplug his Duelist from the cable, and was Theodore aware that his sobbing was being broadcasted over radio? The dam email is particularly scathing, pointing out the costs and damages and out and out stating that she worried if the dam had broken if Theodore would have brought to the Hague for mass murder.

No responses though. Not a one. You glance up to Technician Kowalski. Not a shred of worry in her eyes.

>"Do everyone a favor Kowalski? Stop sending these from now on. They probably get autofiltered and deleted."
>Let her have her delusion, "Go ahead and send it. Not like he doesn't know about the dam."
>Custom.

>>26418310
Tell him to stop. We don't need the pilot to be any more unstable than now.
I mean, there's a right and a wrong way to criticize...

>>26418310
>"Do everyone a favor Kowalski? Stop sending these from now on. They probably get autofiltered and deleted."

Seriously, Kowalski. You're not helping here.

>>26418310
Delete it. We had very explicit orders not to talk about it. No reason to give yhe director ammo against us.

>>26418414
"Kowalski? Do everyone a favor," You shut the laptop, and slide it over to her, "Don't send him any emails, alright? Kid's got enough on his mind as is, and, no offense, minding him is not your job."

Her lips set in a firm line, and her brow curls- very slight actions, but in light of Kowalski's usual lack of emotion, she might as well be screaming, "But, sir, the dam-"
"I said drop it, Technician. That goes for you two as well," You give looks to Dalton and Ambrose, "Don't talk about the dam. Got that straight from the top. Got it?"
"Yes sir," they echo miserably.
"Okay then," You glance at your watch, "Seeing as we'll be getting up at crack o' dawn o' clock, everyone should be going and trying to get shut eye. I don't want any mistakes when we head back to Kölnbrein. We need to see how far the contamination has spread, and double check the work that the rest of the units did on the dam. So, no mistakes people. Don't embarrass me. Any questions?"

They look at each other. Nope, no questions. Good, you were bone tired.

"Good. Dismissed."

You stand from the table, and the others do so in kind, Kowalski a bit slower. A crease of worry on her forehead, then her eyes shut, and she starts clearing out the emails. Good on her.

You head back to your quarters, ready to sleep- when you notice, to your great displeasure, a civilian leaning on the wall by the door. Looked like the kind of guy that snorts steroids on a daily basis, hilariously stuffed in a suit. A jaw and nose that looked like they had to get reset on a regular basis. On his lapel hung a little badge, marking him for what he was "Visitor." Civvie.

He looks up as soon as you approach, and smiles, "Lieutenant Kurling? Hi, I'm Mr. Cardigan. Can I have a moment of your time?"

Well, you know he's going to pull a badge if he says no. But, maybe it'll be worth it just to make him drop the phony friendly act.

>Sure. What can I help you with?
>Nah, I gotta sleep.
>Say nothing, go to bed.
>Custom.

>>26418698
First option.
Make no enemies unless nessecary, right?

>>26418698
"Sure thing. There you go, that was a moment. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bed to get to."

>>26418763
>>26418757
Hm, a tie.

Dice 1d2, or what?

>>26418804
>Sure. What can I help you with?

No sense being a dick FIRST.

>>26418823
Okay. Lt. Kurling is going to be professional.

>>26418310
>CORT's in house OS, modified from Ubuntu
>government agency
>using any OS that isn't complete shite
Does not compute.
>>26418414
Kowalski's a chick, dude.
>>26418698
>Looked like the kind of guy that snorts steroids on a daily basis
...Brock Samson?
>Sure. What can I help you with?"

You were very, very tempted to be a dick. Actually, since he was asking for just a moment, you had an opportunity to do this one thing that- no. Contain the bitterness.

"Alright," You stop and looking at him. He's wearing sunglasses in doors. What a tool, "What can I help you with?"

The guy smiles, a disquieting sight, "Thank you, Lieutenant Kurling, can I call you Nathan?" No, "Well, anyway, I actually represent a news service, Abraham LP, and I was hoping to get a ride along- get a look at all the work that goes in to keeping mankind safe from alien invasion."

You must have really pissed someone off to get dumped with this guy. Not to mention, he was probably stuck on the first floor. You glance around, notice two security guards loitering near by, failing to be inconspicuous. You glance at Mr. Cardigan. Guy probably came here hoping to get a ride along, or some kind of footage, or something with Duelist Specialists. So, failing that, he makes due with you. Maybe.

The guy is freaking huge though.

"A ride along? You want to come along to a clean up?"
"I feel it's very important work," Mr. Cardigan says that SO sincerely, "It'll look good for CORT."

Clearly, the man was scraping at the bottom of the barrel here.

>You deserve some recognition damn it. "Okay, Mr. Cardigan. Hope you can handle waking up early. Be here at 0500 sharp."
>Baby sitting really isn't what you need, "I'm sorry, but the LAV can barely fit four as it is, so, I'm going to have to pass, thanks."
>"A reporter? You don't look it."
>Custom.

>>26418698
>Say nothing, go to bed
Give him a glance, close and lock door, go to bed.

>>26419076
Third option

>>26419101
Sorry wrong reply

>>26419076
Honestly, this works for >>26419063 too

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>>26419063
>You deserve some recognition damn it. "Okay, Mr. Cardigan. Hope you can handle waking up early. Be here at 0500 sharp."
So does this make us Iceman?

>>26419063
>"A reporter? You don't look it."
This is fishy.
Secret Police levels of fishy. So...tuna.

>>26419063
Bring a reporter along? With *our* crew? Uh... no, this is not a good plan. Also, what the hell kind of reporter looks like a bodybuilder?

>"A reporter? You don't look it."
followed by, whatever he says,
>"I'm sorry, but the LAV can barely fit four as it is, so, I'm going to have to pass, thanks."

>>26419063

I want more information.

>"A reporter? You don't look it."

He answers, and then

>"If you want to ride with us, you need to be able to handle yourself. I can't spare someone to babysit you, and I sure as hell can't have anyone getting in the way while they're lives on the line."

>>26419231

>they're

*there are

Okay, asking Bulk Mansteak whats up. Writing.

>>26419301
>Bulk Mansteak

If he does come and he actually proves useful, I say we call him the Incredible Bulk.

>>26419301
Does this "reporter" have a mullet?

The big man chuckles, loosens his tie, and then pulls out a set of tags, and holds them up for you, "1st Battalion, Yorkshire. Served in a few places that you might have heard of- was at Joburg even, after the incident. Course, then there came the cutbacks, and, well, my skills have gotten me some pretty good coverage," He smiles, his teeth uneven from damage, "Shooting with a camera isn't the same as shooting with a gun, but it puts food on the table."

A veteran of the UK's regiments then. They immediately helped out South Africa, despite the floods that hit them- had to help part of the commonwealth. But Johannesburg was in a bad, bad way, it being the ground zero of what happened there. You remembered hearing about it. People threw around the phrase 'meatgrinder' a lot.

"A fellow veteran then?"
"Well now, Lieutenant, you're still serving, right?"
"Technically," Shit, that one just slipped out. Professional, Kurling, professional, "Yeah, I'm working for CORT. Kind of a UN agency, kinda note. Technically, I'm still serving my country, but-"
"Pilots take the spotlight, eh?" Cardigan smiles his chipped smile, and nods, "Yeah, well, you can't blame 'em. Not much we can do," His smile fades, "Better this than shooting sick kids rushing a fence who are so far gone they don't understand when you shout at them to stop."

>"Shit. That's dark. What happened down there?"
>"Well, damn. I feel for you- I'd love to get a drink if you're still here tomorrow, I know a good bar in Vienna, but you can't come man. Sorry."
>"Okay. You know how to take care of yourself. 0500 tomorrow. See you there."
>Custom.

>>26419681
Both the first and third options

>>26419681
"Yeah, I've seen my share of shit down at Atlanta."

Really, it's probably redundant, but we should make sure that this little ride-along has been authorized.

I have a feeling that this is Natasha's or Ramirez's attempt to get back at us.
But it will fail, because we will delight in bringing this man along and bringing him a millimeter from death, and letting him feel his hair go on end as he is knee deep in alien shit that's deadlier than VX nerve gas.

Because we are Nathan Kurling, and we've survived everything the Balkans, the Congo, and the Mideast, BEFORE Second Impact, and everything that came after.

>>26419681
>Custom
"Yeah. Been there, done that, got the scars and the memories. If you're going to be sticking around after work tomorrow, I know a good bar around here."

>>26419681
Begrudgingly allow him to come along, make sure he knows that what you say, goes. No questions.

>>26419719
Shooting people who tried to break quarantine is exactly what we did back in Atlanta, though. And we worked cleanup at Johannesburg ourselves.

Not to mention Kiev and Gujarat.

>>26419749
Sounds like a good plan

>>26419719

>anyone taking the first option

First of all, we were there. Second of all, you don't just bring up that shit like it's a casual conversation.

He sounds useful, and like a really good way to passive-aggressively stick it to the head honcho about the whole dam thing. Let's get him on board.

>>26419749

Let's check out his creds

>>26419805

and ensure he knows who is in charge.

With those boxes checked, he's good to go.

>>26419372
I really regret not making a Brock Samson pastiche here.

Perhaps later.

>>26419787
Is that a "Come along," or "Don't come along, but we can pals later on," then?

>>26419749
I'll throw in verifying the ride along. Nathan can never be too careful.

But fuck is he tired.

Seems to be consensus is that Smash Lampjaw can come along then.

>>26419909
>Is that a "Come along," or "Don't come along, but we can pals later on," then?
It's a "Come along, we'll go out for drinks later".

>>26419909
>I really regret not making a Brock Samson pastiche here.
Combat Instructor for the Pilots?

>>26419909
>I really regret not making a Brock Samson pastiche here.
He would be the greatest OD ever.
"Shinji, if you kill the giant alien without damaging the city, I'll teach you to drive the Charger."

"Okay," You raise your hand, "I get it. You know what you're doing. I was at Atlanta myself- let's not get in to that kind of stuff. Just gimme the form, I'll get it checked out. As long as you got the right people signing-" Cardigan takes out a sheaf of forms, and passes them to you. You take them, glance them over. You gotta hold on to these, get them double checked, but everything looks good, stamps and signatures where they should be, "Then we're okay. Just one last thing. I'm in charge. Whatever you've seen, or done, or think, you listen to what I have to say, and do it, okay?" Cardigan nods, "Good. 0500, got it?"
"Sure," Cardigan gives a broad smile, "And call me George."

"Okay," You nod. Look past him to the inviting presence of your bed. George steps away from the wall, and ambles over to the elevators probably to get up and out of the base.

You really need to sleep. But maybe you have time to double check these forms.

>Staying up? What the fuck's the point of being an officer if you can't make grunts do bitch work? Call up one your flunkies (Your choice) and make him take it upstairs to get it checked out.
>Safety first. Ignore sleep just a little longer, and get this checked out.
>Safety first. You really don't want to mistakes on the job just because you didn't get enough sleep. Go to bed. You can get these checked in the morning.

>>26420089
Second option

>>26420089
>Safety first. Ignore sleep just a little longer, and get this checked out.
We survived the Siege of Kiev, we can survive this.
Bitch thinks just because she's Russian, she has what it takes to break us?
Not a fucking chance.

>>26420089
>>26420157
>>26420215
Grab some coffee, and an energy drink, from the canteen first.
If we're staying up a little longer, we should make sure that we're awake for it.

>>26420215

I agree. We can last a day with twenty or thirty minutes less sleep. This is important, and if he checks out, he should be able to help pick up the slack anyway.

>>26420245
>>26420236
>>26420215
>>26420157
You've been in some shit. Going up and down a dam welding for four hours in a ridiculous amount of gear is nothing. A red bull and writing.

>>26420287
>red bull
>not Rip-It
>in the shitty little cans that you can only ever find in a military facility
>because the military has some misguided idea about reducing the average serviceman's caffeine intake
>without realizing that all the little cans do is make it easier to fit in the pockets of your cammies

Fuck. It was pretty tempting to pull rank. What a pointless, mundane, bullshit exertion. Safety first.

You stop off at a helpful vending machine and buy something in a little bottle that tastes like copper and rat vomit that'll keep you awake. Knowing the wait times with Mrs Mahler, you might just need it.

The problem is that, Mrs. Mahler is in charge of Human Resources. Normally, you'd be going to Mr. Gutrecht, in charge of public relations, but he's gone off sick for the past month, and might never be coming back, so Mrs. Mahler has kind of absorbed his powers in to her own anomalous mess of influence, like some kind of middle management Machiavelli. Add on to this the fact that her office is actually two floors beyond your security clearance- requiring you to go run down Major Kuyper to get him to give you a provisional clearance down below since that lazy fuck is always going to the rec room to try to chat up whoever is stupid enough to be impressed by his brass. Once you manage to get that, you have to go through a security checkpoint to give some jackass who sits staring at space all day an erection since something fucking happened. Once he's done frolicking in his imagined power, then you can wear a stupid badge, and go sit outside Mrs. Mahler's office as some dumb fuck gets to try to explain why he was caught after hours in the CORT lockers with a plug suit and an overactive imagination.

After over hearing some very embarrassing crying, you're allowed in. Mrs. Mahler, true to her role in life, looks like some kind of awful, wilted, melted bog beast with an inappropriate idea of what make up is for, and an overestimation of her worth to the human race.

You pass the collection of papers to her, and she glances over them, and nods. "Yes, I signed off on these," and passes them back to you. "Have a good day, Lieutenant Kurling," She says in her strangely accented English.

An hour for that. Fantastic day.

You sleep.

>>26420576
Eh. It's experience from our tour of duty before Second Impact. Gotta dot our i's and cross our t's, especially when we had to deal with Peacekeeper Command.

>we should call the Event something besides Second Impact.

>>26420442
The orange ones were the best. The red tasted like cough syrup.

>>26420665
The Incident That Shall Not Be Named?

You wake up groggily. Take a glance at the time. 0400. You got maybe six hours of sleep? That's plenty. You roll out of bed (Lucky you, officer, not in some barracks, you get an actual room), and stretch, scratch your balls, and stumble over to the shower.

You already know your schedule. Nothing too exciting. Get to the dam, test the water, clean up whatever gobs of viscera you could find, and enjoy the fun of getting unnecessarily decontaminated.

You chug some awful lime tasting shit, get showered and dressed, and do your best to pretend that you liked what you were doing.

You head up, find the others. Kowalski, Dalton, and Ambrose are there. Ambrose has the temerity to look like he's sleepy. With them in formation, you go off and find Cardigan. He looks with some strain around his neck muscles to you and smiles, "Ah, Lieutenant," Pronounced 'left' tenant here for some reason, "You're hear early," He glances at his watch, "14 minutes before actually. Good of you to show."

He's pretty perky.

"I like to be careful when it comes to press. Welcome aboard, remember to please not fuck with me. Come on, let's get you squeezed in to a suit."

"Ah, so we're going over to Kölnbrein Dam then?"

Fffffuck. Fucking Mrs. Mahler. It must take a miracle for Mr. Dollfuss to pull his head out of his ass to notice shit going on around here. It'll be hard to explain what happened to the dam without actively lying.

>"We're going to a site to clean. I don't know these German names too well. I'm going to show you how we do our job, but that's it."
>"Yeah, yeah. No idea what happened there, but that's where we're needed."
>"Where'd you hear about that?"
>Custom.

>>26420813

Option two doesn't help us; option three is too blatant.

Try this:

>"Yeah, yeah. No idea what happened there. You hear anything?"

Thereby we place ourselves on his side of the fence, psychologically speaking.

>>26420813
>Custom
"Yeah, that's it. Good old Teutonic engineering; hell of a sight better than Alexandra Dam."

There's no way that the images and video about the fight haven't already gotten onto the Web. We were JUST talking about how there's at least 2 major websites devoted to getting video of the fights out to the world; denying anything happened would be too suspicious.

>>26420813
Fuck it. Tell him the truth right to his stupid fucking face.

>>26420919
Seems solid.
Seconded.

>>26420672
Add on: which is surprising, because they were the sugar free version and I normally detest the flavor of artificial sweeteners.

>>26420709
The Day The Earth Got Fucked.
F-Day for short.
This is of course a colloquialism, not the real name.

>>26420939

I think it's ok - we're not a techie, we're a soldier made officer. If he says "but man, it was on every news site" we can just say that we didn't have a chance to go on a computer.

>>26420993
>>26420919
Okay, going with this.

"Yeah, yeah. No idea what happened there. You hear anything?" George cocks his head at that.

"Seriously? You don't hear anything out here?"
"I was busy yesterday."
"Oh, well," George shrugs, "Managed to snag some raw footage, before they got taken down. Apparently, that was the location of a Duelist fight."
"No kidding," You are sarcastic. George laughs. He's willing to be ribbed. Good for George.
"Okay, yeah, that's obvious for you- wouldn't be there unless there were Invader chunks everywhere. But it seems weird though, doesn't it? It hitting the dam like that?"

You shrug, "It's weird that the Invaders were showing up everywhere, and then suddenly they decided to go after Vienna when we started fighting them. Weird things happen, George."

George stays silent at this, just nods, "Whatever you say, Leftenant. So! This is the crew then?"

Dalton, Kowalski, and Ambrose are behind you. Dalton immediately seizes up like a deer in the headlights. God damn it Dalton.

"Yes," You wave, start saying their names, "This is Sergeant Andy Dalton, our driver, good man, shake the nice man's hand, sergeant," Dalton sticks forward a hand mechanically, tries his best to smile, and mumbles something. You disengage him, have George move on, "Here is Stephen Ambrose, not technically military, our Ecological Impact Officer, very smart man, just short of a doctorate I hear," Stephen manages to smile and shake the hand like a good trained dog, "And here is Technician Janet Kowalski, real genius, here to provide technical information on the fly," She, as is typical, doesn't express anything, but limply shakes George's hand anyway.

"Alright, good team there, Leftenant!" George smiles at you, "So, to Kölnbrein Dam?"

Well. You did agree.

With some dread in your stomach, your crew and the reporter pile in to the LAV, freshly scrubbed and tuned, and make for the dam.

>>26421427

>patientbear.jpg

There's been a good deal of work already done on the dam. Layers of concrete and steel have been plastered on to it, so it doesn't look like it's going to collapse. It looks pretty rickety though. Slap dash emergency job, and you're sure there are a shit ton of fractures through out the whole of its body. They'll probably have to replace the whole thing. Better than immediate drowning though.

George is big, and your LAV was hardly spacious before hand with all the gear you packed. You managed to pack him in an NBC suit, finally finding one that fit him. The rest of you are a bit dressed down compared to him, but you don't mind. The whole time you're heading out, he's got a tape recorder and questions. How much does this special decontaminant cost? Have you ever been exposed to Invader Viscera? What steps does your team take to ensure they're safe? On and on.

He seems a bit disappointed at how dull it all is. Can't blame him. Hard to sell a story about a bunch of janitors.

You're heading to the base of the dam this time, where the blood pooled off of the dam. As you're riding in, you get the disappointing noise that the reservoir has been tainted. And then you also get the noise that the Blood of the Incarnate God cult had shown up too. Just what you need. That'd explain the people you've been driving past to get in here.

Vienna had barred them from the city itself. Technically, it was an illegal terrorist organization, seeing as their belief hinged upon garnering toxic substances. After a bomb laced with Viscera material blew up in Paris (Thankfully, it was poorly made. Only twelve dead, thirty five survived contact with the toxin), the governments of the world clamped down on that shit.

You glance at the map. Initial orders were to head for the dam, but there's only one crew with an LAV at the Cell tower, where the thing died. Your call if you want to support them.

>Tower. Cult might try something with only one crew there.
>Dam. Most viscera is there.

>>26421475
Sorry. That red bull didn't help nearly as much as I thought it would.

>>26421488
>Dam. Most viscera is there.
Also call it in to Security that there may be potential terrorists at the sight already.
Request permission to engage hostiles if they appear to be removing Viscera from the site.

>>26421488
Tower

>>26421555

I agree. We're cleanup, not backup. Advise HQ that we've observed a lot of freaks and geeks loitering about and that they may want men on the ground around the cell tower. Our group focuses on the dam.

>>26421488
>Tower. Cult might try something with only one crew there.

>>26421488
>Tower. Cult might try something with only one crew there.
Want to let those scars from Atlanta and Johannesburg loose on some cultist's face.

You hear THAT, Natasha, you BITCH?!
I was there at Joburg, AND Atlanta, and I'm not a fucktarded shitstain of an Operations Director like you!

>>26421488
>Tower. Cult might try something with only one crew there.
plus George can get some good cam shots of the dead not angel.

Huh, that was quite a split. But it seems Tower pulled ahead with two. Writing.

>>26421671
>>26421706
>>26421726

Guys, I realize the obvious plot hook is tempting, but we're not equipped to handle a mob of cultists. We're not heroes, we're cleanup. We'll save more lives in the long run by sticking to our job at the dam and doing what we do best, not by ignoring orders and running off because things look bad. We tell the guys with guns they might want to send a few patrols to the cell tower and we do our job.

>>26421754

Goddamit.

>>26421800
>we're not equipped to handle a mob of cultists
We've got an M242 Bushmaster chaingun (not a minigun, they're not actually the same thing) up top. You ever seen what a Bushmaster does to a pig cadaver?

>>26421800
I disagree. ONCE the guys with guns arrives at the Cell Tower, we'll go to the dam.

The reservoir is contaminated; it's going to take a long time to decontaminate, and the city should already be on a water advisory.

The Cell Tower, on the other hand, is not secure right now, and the cultists are likely to attack the team if they're alone.

We get there, call it in, that there's cult activity, get a security team for the cell tower crew and for us, and when they arrive, we go to the dam.

We've gone through enough disasters to know when to follow orders and when command has their heads up their asses and it's going to get people killed.

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>>26421882

Excellent points. Concerns assuaged.

"Dalton," You lean in, "Head for the tower. They're still cutting up the Invader there, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Good," You turn, give a grin to George, "You'll get some nice shots. Kowalski, go contact HQ, let them know that we got some sightings of those Blood of the Incarnate guys, and tell them to get some kind of security down here pronto."
"The Bundespolizei have already been informed."
"More can't hurt."
"Heh," Dalton is snickering up front, "Their initials are B, I, G."
"Thank you, Sergeant," You turn to Ambrose, "Ambrose..."
"Yes sir, I'll be staying out of this, don't worry. I'll just tuck my head in between my knees and rock, hmm?"

"So, what's the plan?" George sounds eager, leaning in, "What are the rules of engagement then, leftenant? You got the Bushmaster up there, I saw it. What's their expected armaments?"

You stare at George. Too many brushfire warzones.

"Their expected armaments are loud words and shaking fists. The big gun up there is going to stay still, as a weapon of last resort. We're a clean up team, we don't do security. We're going to park next to the other LAV, look tough, and yell at anybody that gets close. MAYBE point the hose at them."
"What if they come at you?"
"Then they're pretty fucking stupid. We have an armored vehicle and guns, and they don't. We keep the crowd away, and that's it. Haven't had to shoot this damn thing yet," You pound the roof for emphasis, "And I will be doing my absolute best not to start today."
"Oh," George looks a little disappointed.

Rolled 13, 9 = 22

You pull your LAV next to the other one. TENGU has already been mostly disassembled by now- you don't touch the corpses. That job belongs to CORT's Reclamation teams, directly appended to their R&D divisions. They go in there with welders and saws, and other fancier equipment. The Invaders are tough, but enough time and heat works through everything. There's an osprey landed near by, net ready to start ferrying big pieces out. They work frantically, aware of the attention they might garner.

Your fellow clean up team, Charlie Three is parked here, the engineer crew wisely staying in the LAV. They don't have a Bushmaster, just a .50 cal. Guess you're special.

>Keep everyone inside, until you have security here for a perimeter. George can take pictures from the windows.
>Get to cleaning, keep Dalton and yourself inside to man the gun, just in case the cultists come at you.
>Go on patrol. Be active in keeping the crowds back. Will require a roll.
>Custom

>>26422084

George is both bored and overzealous.

Note to self: keep eye on George.

Also, we have a hose? Not bad. We talking serious anti-personnel water cannon or more like firefighting equipment?

>>26422100

Who can drive the LAV besides Dalton?

Mission goal:

1) Separate a nervous Dalton from George
2) Keep George nearby, preferably inside the LAV, because I can practically SMELL the "I'm going to do something stupid" coming off of him in waves.

>>26422215
More like firefighting equipment. Regrettably, this wasn't decked out for this kind of mission.

>>26422264

Maybe something to work on. We could probably do our job better if we weren't working with shit from...when? 1983 you said in the first thread?

Anyone else capable of driving the LAV?

>>26422100
>Custom
Contact Charlie 3. Tell them we'll start cleaning, and have someone spin around their gun while we do the same with ours.
Intimidation is what's needed to keep the crowds back, and an obviously active chaingun and .50 cal should be enough.

>>26422284
1985, though I didn't mention when it was made, just that it passed inspection in '89.

Sorry, should have answered that earlier, you've got the training to drive the LAV. You're not as good as Dalton, seeing as that's his job, but you can drive it.

>>26422310
>>26422100
Can the crowd see the LAVs? If they aren't park them some where more prominent.

>>26422333
Is it 2013?

>>26422382
Anybody approaching on foot will be able to see the LAVs. You're kind of on a hill as it is.

>>26422395
Yep.

>>26422310

Let's keep that as a last resort.

>>26422333

>Get to cleaning, keep Dalton and yourself inside to man the gun, just in case the cultists come at you.

Alright. I want us in the cockpit, we're not drivign across a battlefield and I want George inside and within arms reach. Dalton should hang up top where he can focus in peace. Have Kowalski set up outside and Ambrose get to doing what he does best: telling people precisely how to clean the shit up.

Give Dalton the water hose. Firefighting pressure is still enough to significantly deter people. If absolutely necessary, we can spin up the gun.

Make sure any and all violent assets are as prominently displayed as possible.

>>26422449
Sounds like a plan.

Alright then, that seems settled. Writing.

"Okay, Ambrose, Kowalski, get to work on clean up. Dalton? Off the wheel, get a hose up and out the hatch. George, go ahead and take pictures. Probably best from here," You squeeze past Dalton, as everyone starts struggling to suit up. You plop in the driver's suit. Not the best situation, but you can't do anything about that. You direct George to a window in arm's reach. It is a good window, provides a view of the Invader's corpse. But a look at George behind the face plate tells you that he knows what you're thinking.

At least he obeys. You pull up the radio, pick up Charlie 3's frequency.

"Charlie 3, this is Charlie Niner, Get on clean up, but keep a guy inside to keep that .50 cal on the swivel."
"Roger that Charlie Niner, on our way,"

You switch it off, glance back to Kowalski, in her clean suit. Well, this is cruel, but you have to know, "Kowalski, open up your laptop. Do we have an ETA for arrival from security?"

She mumbles something that might be a curse, and flips open her laptop and struggles against the gloves. Dalton cracks a smile, leading a hose up and out of the hatch, "They say they've got two units en route, approximately one hour."
"An hour? You gotta be shitting me, we're not THAT far from HQ."
"An hour is what they say, sir," Kowalski sounds bleak. Oh well. You'll be fine.

George is holding up his camera, through the gloves, focusing shots on the Invader's body, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to drive around a bit? Give me a better angle?"
"George, what did I say earlier?"
"You're in charge, right, right. Hardass."
"You fucking bet."

You keep an eye to the horizon. There's people gathering at the bottom of the hill. Unwilling to go further, but they're there. Maybe about ten or twenty. George sees where you're looking, switches to that side to snap some pictures.
"Fuck's sake, not even a little out?"
"You were lucky to get even a few Invader pics, not gonna risk it."
"Please?" Ambrose is outside shouting, quoting rules books, and pointing out positions to work from. The R&D's reclamation team stay out of your way, but they give some suspicious looks to you. They have their territory, and they defend it ferociously.

The crowd below is growing. Thirty now. They don't look like cultists. Then again, they never do. George is looking through his camera, and freezes.

"Leftenant? I just saw a god damn RPG."

You look over in a panic. Bright (For Austria) sun, just a crowd of stirring people. You don't see shit. You glance at George. He has plate dead set against the camera, you can't see his face.
"It was in the middle of the crowd! Saw one of them handing it over in there," He looks at you now, worry on his face, "How armored is this rust bucket? Can it take a hit?"

>Bullshit, George. I don't believe you.
>Okay. Pull our LAV back from the hill's edge a bit, radio Charlie 3 to do the same.
>"Dalton? Get on chaingun. Keep a close eye on the crowd."
>Custom.

>>26422830
>Okay. Pull our LAV back from the hill's edge a bit, radio Charlie 3 to do the same.

Lets play it safe here.

>>26422830
>"Dalton? I'm getting on the gun, you hop in the driver's seat. If I tell you to move, you move, got it?"

I think George's bullshitting us so that we move and he gets a better angle, but we can't risk it. Dalton is a better driver, and you're a better soldier. It makes sense to swap positions. themndyn Sinai

>>26422907
>themndyn Sinai
typed the captcha in the post you fool

>>26422907
I am agreeing with this. Cue us accidentally masecerring all of them with our Bushmaster and turning this into Super-villain Janitor Quest

>>26422830
"You tryin' to start shit, George?"

Radio Charlie 3 that we have possible combatants, look sharp.

>>26422907
I'll echo this, seems reasonable.

Before we act...

>You grab George by the collar of his suit. "Alright, George. You were at Johannesburg. So that goes a long way. It goes so far, in fact, that I'm going to treat you serious and actually bother asking you the question: are you bullshitting me so you can snap a couple pictures, or are you serious?"

If he says he's serious, we

>>26422905
>>26422907

>>26422956
They're known members of a cult that set off a bomb in a crowded urban area with the intention of killing a LOT of people. That's like if Scientology had been behind 9/11. Excuse me if I shed no tears for them.

>>26422973
>>26422956
>>26422907
>Super-Villain Janitor Quest

At least you'll have the advantage that you'll leave your crime scenes sparking clean.

Okay, writing.

Combine this >>26422907 and
>Okay. Pull our LAV back from the hill's edge a bit, radio Charlie 3 to do the same.

>>26422830
>Okay. Pull our LAV back from the hill's edge a bit, radio Charlie 3 to do the same.
>"Dalton? Get on chaingun. Keep a close eye on the crowd."
>Custom.
"Kowalski, get on the horn to those Security assholes and tell them to hurry the fuck up; we just got sighting of a heavy weapon in the crowd. And warn the recovery team, too."

George COULD be lying, but he's a vet; he wouldn't make a mistake like that.

>>26422907
>themndyn Sinai
Yeah, cleaning up the Sinai was fucking hell.

>>26423051
THEY DYIN IN SINAI
WRATH OF FUCKING GOD

Rolled 37

"You BETTER not be shitting me for a better shot George."
"You saying I-"
"Dalton! Get down here, get on the wheel, I'm going on the gun!"
"Sir?" Dalton is already clambering down, squeezing past you, going for the wheel.
"George may have spotted an RPG, so, I'm going to get up there and see what the fuck is happening," You are pretty damn mad. This is insane. Austria was hit, sure, same as the rest of the world. But it never devolved in to a civil war. RPGs in Austria? Unheard of. It was a peaceful place.

Ignoring the giant monster battles.

"Don't you dare fucking doubt me Leftenant!" George seems pissed.
"If you're telling the truth, keep your eyes god damn peeled, George, and you better see fucking something!" You end your conversation, focusing down the bushmaster's sights.

You've got AP sabot rounds loaded. A bit of a joke really, meant to hit Invaders. Depleted uranium- all it would do is cause a bunch of pinpricks on the big bastards. Still, a theoretical defense was better than no defense.

Charlie 3. The others. You shut your eyes. George better be telling the truth.

"Dalton, tell Charlie 3's driver to back away from the edge of the hill. Advise possible sightings of weapons in the crowd. And tell them they better remain calm, and not get trigger happy. Relay that information to the R&D, and Kowalski."
"And us?"
You grit your teeth, "We're staying. Also, get HQ on the radio. Tell them to hurry the fuck up."

You scan the crowd.

>Give me 3 1d100 rolls.

Rolled 81

>>26423179
Thats when we suddenly spot a invader Mech literally in the middle of crowd that we missed seeing because we crit-failed our earlier check.

Rolled 40, 16, 75 = 131

>>26423179
Rollan

Rolled 11

>>26423179
This is just like that time back in the Congo.

Rolled 10

>>26423179

>>26423206
Just a single 1d100 in the future please. I'll take that first roll.

>>26423202
F.O.E.!!!

>>26423212
Kurling has been fucking everywhere.

Anyway, writing.

>>26423212

You mean like that time on Mars. Man, what a mess that was.

Almost as bad as Venus.

Rolled 63

>>26423249
Venus was really bad man but nothing can compare to that dark stain in our timeline that was our service on Uranus.

>>26423249
Absolutely nothing compared to Verdun. The mustard gas, those screaming faces in the wire, the rats as big as your head...

>>26423212
Fucking Bruges, man

>>26423238
>Kurling has been fucking everywhere.
"I was building base defenses while under Jihadi fire before you were born, boy. Don't talk to me about risking my life."

>>26423276
Still better than mother's basement... Those empty bottles of Mountain Dew... Crumbs of Cheetos and Doritos all over the place... Those 2 liters bottle you used to store your urine and that yellowed sock... Oh god, you don't even want to think about it.

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You sweep the crowd, get your gun leveled at them. They back up as soon as they see the chain gun swinging around them.

All except one. Holy shit, this guy was a mess. The people back and stumble away, but there's a man leaning on a stick, missing a leg, the hand holding the stick up this awful pale, pale like milk, distended flesh over the fingers, wrapped around it. He's missing his nose. There's no flesh between his eyes, and you can see them rolling down that track. He has a sign on him, a big sandwich, in German reading, "The Blessings of an Angry God." He lifts his other hand, a hand that is whole, balls it into a fist, and starts yelling.

But no RPG.

"George? I don't see a fucking RPG!" You scan the crowd, look at the fleeing people, but it's easy now, easy to see that none of them have it, now that they're seperated, "George you fucking lying sack of shit-"

A movement, out of the corner of your eye. You turn the gun, focus down the hill. One of the troughs made by the Duelist mech's footsteps. Something gleams, shines, points up from the trench. It's just a little to the right and about four dozen yards behind Charlie 3.

There's somebody in that pit. You thought you saw something move. A stick? Or a rocket launcher? This is nowhere near where George was looking that he says he saw the RPG. Maybe it's a kid, playing in this giant's footprint. Or maybe it's a canny fucking cultist, with an RPG that shouldn't be in Austria.

You really didn't want to fire your gun today. Time slows to a crawl. Pull the trigger? Be on the front cover of Unnecessary Force Weekly. Don't pull the trigger? Scrape your friends out of the husked remains of their LAV. Or maybe die yourself.

>Pull.
>Hold.
>Custom.

>>26423410
Tell Dalton to hit it, zigzagging away, or some other evasive maneuver he learnt.

>>26423410

Gun? What happened to the hose?

Fill that hole with water. Meanwhile, radio to Charlie 3 to watch their ass.

>>26423474

Charlie 3 is the other LAV, not us.

>>26423410
Gotta agree with >>26423496
Hit em with the hose

>>26423410
Water-Cannon at medium blast towards the suspected RPG. I am paranoid as fuck and it is much nicer than firing a AP round down their throat.

>>26423410
>Custom
"Dalton, Charlie 3, PULL BACK!"
Use the sudden movement to see how the person in the pit reacts, and keep our gun on them.

They'll need to stand up to re-target, and we can see what they're using then.

>>26423238
>Kurling has been fucking everywhere.
Reminds me of the last time I played an OD.
Guy was a Tomcat pilot with VF-103 on the Ike when Second Impact went down. Survived every Impact War the Ike was deployed to, while he watched pilots around him, some better than him, buy pretty little plots of land. And now he's sending children to fight in his place, and ordering good men and women to their deaths against something they can't actually hurt, only slow down. Shit fuckin' ate at him all game.
Polite sage because this isn't the thread for AdEva story swapping.

>>26423523

That's good.

I saw we fill the hole with water anyway. Removes the hiding spot from being an issue, and the RPG will be waterlogged.

>>26423558
>saw
say*

Alright I gotta get some sleep, don't fuck it up people.

Hey OP did you archive the first thread on suptg?

>>26423518
>>26423512
>>26423496
Ehmm. Fire hose. I guess it's in range-

Give me another 3 1d100 rolls.

Throwing in the call for Dalton and Charlie 3 to evade.

>>26423570
I didn't.

Some other heroic anon did.

Rolled 51

>>26423592

>>26423592

Rolled 50

>>26423615

Rolled 44

>>26423592

Rolled 23

>>26423592
Let's see if we hit.

>>26423625
>>26423622
>>26423612
Hmm.

Writing.

Rolled 59, 67 = 126

>>26423644
Wait, shit, first thing's first.

>>26423558
>the RPG will be waterlogged
Think you might be underestimate soviet engineering

>>26423592

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestinterface.html

Scroll to the bottom when you want to archive. Input OP post number in the top field, fill in the other fields, then submit. Thread archived!

Make sure you use the tag "Collective Game", that's part of the rules.

Archive is updated every hour until the thread is pruned on /tg/. You can also manually force an update at any time by rearchiving through the request form.

>>26423698

True. Would an RPG float or sink? Either way, getting a few gallons in the face will fuck up his aim.

>>26423709
And it's polite to wait until you finish the thread to archive so you aren't eating his bandwidth with updates.

>>26423764

saging for off-topic

Is that troll still going around misarchiving threads? Or has that wave passed?

>>26423795
He's still around, I think.

Kid? Or hostile? Ki- you glance to the side. Dalton left out the hose. Shit, should have thought of that earlier. You snatch it up, twist it, aim at the trench, and start shouting.

"Charlie 3, Dalton, Evasive actions!" Your LAV jumps. Not much brain on that guy, but he's got a good lead foot. Your LAV kicks down the hill. Charlie 3 is slower however.

There he goes. The man raises above the lip of the trench, and yes. There's a rocket launcher. Nice and compact one at that. Fancy looking thing. Skimask on him, and he's not wearing anything long, nothing that'll get caught easily. Not a nut.

A gout of water hits him. This little piece of technology was added after the War in Iraq, when people really fucking wished they could put out the oil well fires. It's no riot cannon, but it's got range, and it's got strength. You don't have much water on the LAV, but you got plenty enough to clean viscera, and plenty enough to fuck up his aim.

He puts up a heroic effort. Staggered off his feet by uneven ground, and a sudden intrusion of water, he tries to sight in on Charlie 3. Nearly hits him- but the rocket flies past goes sky ward away from Charlie 3, flies past you. He flounders, falls back in the crater, out of sight.

Panic is erupting. Charlie 3 is heading down the hill, heading for the crowd, for the ranting man. Ambrose is trying to keep calm, and the R&D are falling back, trying to form a defensive perimeter. Dalton, for his part, is playing true to Dalton form, and heading right for the rocketman.

>"Dalton, stop!" Get control of the situation. Get some calm, before somebody does something stupid.
>"Get that son of a bitch, Dalton!" Get that pigfucker that tried to pop you.
>"Dalton, head for the crowd!" Make sure there are no more surprises here.
>Custom.

>>26423867
>Custom
"Charlie 3! Stop and get back, he could be rigged to blow!
"Dalton! Get that son of a bitch!"

>>26423867
Order Charlie 3 to stay back, and hold position. Yell at the crowd to disperse and fire warning shots.

Then get on the line to HQ and tell them to get that fucking security team down here because SHOTS FIRED.

>>26423867

>"Dalton, stop!" Get control of the situation. Get some calm, before somebody does something stupid.

I think we're looking at a lone man trying to blend in and take a potshot. We're close enough; keep the water pouring on his head and get the situation under control.

Do we have anyone on the ground close to the RPG guy? We need to capture him.

>>26423867
>custom

"Try to take him alive!"

Shoot his knees out or something. We need to know if he was an independent actor or if there's a terrorist network here.

>>26423987
We've really only got the hose, with its limited water supply, and the Bushmaster, which would only leave a bloody smear on the ground if we tried to use it on the guy.

Okay...So, consensus seems to be chasing this dude.

And telling Charlie 3 to stop flipping its shit.

I'll write that then.

>>26423987
>Shoot his knees out or something.
>AP sabot rounds meant to be used against Not-Angels

He won't have any legs left if we shoot out his knees.

Although taking him down might be one of our few options.

Before I go to sleep, everyone.

This is an opportunity.

We need to step up our game. We're trying to deal with shit way above our paygrade with equipment that's half patchwork.

If we can finish this one off without any further drastic catastrophes, we can use this as leverage. "Hey, we single-handedly saved the city from the dam breaking. Hey, we stopped a terrorist from blowing up one of our LAVs. Think about how well we could do our jobs if we had actual equipment rather than a rustbucket. Think about how effective we could be if we had a security detachment in our outfit."

>>26424097
I think we should stay on the LAV, who knows how many more are out there. Just keep him in the hole with our water hose.

>>26424097
>>26424065
We could run him over? You know, just nudge him gently?

>relives memories of Void Quest

>>26424172
Unless they sweep everything under the rug again

>>26424172
That assumes that the Commander actually cares, and doesn't have like five different plans he can enact with our failure as the lynchpin for his ultimate success.

>>26424230
>memories of Void Quest
My nugga.

Except this time I wouldn't suggest RAMMING SPEED, in case he really IS rigged to blow.

>>26424236
>>26424239

If the Commander snubs us yet -again-, then our backup plan is that we become the anonymous source of all the shit that goes down at HQ. If he won't help us, we'll be forced to help ourselves. We're being put in life-threatening situations daily. We're tough, and smart, and experienced, but we're only as strong as our weakest link, and our weakest link is clearly our shit gear and our two-and-a-half decade old LAV.

"Charlie 3, get back here!" Charlie 3 rolls down the hill to the rapidly dissipating crowd. Somebody clambers up to the .50 cal, ".Charlie 3! Charlie 3, god fucking damn it, this is an order! Get back here!"

The cultist stands there, arm raised.

"I don't think he's listening," Dalton says, as you push towards the guy in the trench. You're still hosing the trench, glancing at the idiots. Son of a bitch.

"Charlie 3, do you not wonder if it might be a god damn trap?" There we go. The driver stops, fish tailing, leaving a pair of brown smears in the grass, and pulls back up the hill. This is what happens when you make raw recruits that cut their teeth in the brushfire wars try to handle this job. They'll jump at the chance to shoot fucking anything. Charlie 3's gunner is half out of the LAV, looking ill from the whip lash. Good.

"So, sir?" Dalton down below, "I'm, uh, I'm thinking we get this guy?"

"Read my mind. Let's go, Kowalski!" You shout to her, as you pass. Ambrose dropped his m9, but Kowalski manages to have hers in hand, "Call HQ, let those idiots know that we officially have shots fucking fired!"

Dalton roughs down the hill to the now water filled trench. Speaking of which, your hose is basically out now. You see the black clad man stumble up and out of the trench, dropping his RPG, reaching for something else he has under his shirt. Difficult when mud and water logged. Not far now... Oh boy, you're getting a dumb idea.

You're hearing George shouting at Dalton to get the door open. Crazy Brit bastard wants to get in on this.

>Rolls necessary for basically all of these. 3 1d100 rolls.
>The hose can reach. Hit this dumb ass upside the head with it.
>Jump him from above.
>Get your pistol out, train it on him. Go through the whole rigamarole about on the ground, all that shit. If he doesn't, pop him.
>Get Dalton to pull over. You and George can take care of this.
>Custom.

I think that if he wants more exciting shit, we can mention how we rushed straight through the Invader & Duelist so we could perform emergency repairs. Good press, makes us feel a bit heroic.

Rolled 1

>>26424458
>Get your pistol out, train it on him. Go through the whole rigamarole about on the ground, all that shit. If he doesn't, pop him.

Rolled 18

>>26424458
>The hose can reach. Hit this dumb ass upside the head with it.

I'd rather we not get too close to this guy.

Rolled 49

>>26424509
Whoops wrong die.

>>26424458
>Custom
Give him a 'gentle' (IE No injury on impact) nudge with the LAV to send him tumbling back into the trench
Captcha: san rlefet
Indeed Captcha, this man needs to reflect upon the state of his sanity

Rolled 47

>>26424459

That's true. Doesn't mention the dam at all.

>>26424458

>Get your pistol out, train it on him. Go through the whole rigamarole about on the ground, all that shit. If he doesn't, pop him.

Quick, simple, and if we're in range to toss the hose at the guy then we're in easy shooting range. Do your best to make it nonlethal.

Rolling for this.

Rolled 54

Rollan

JUMP HIM

Rolled 37

>>26424544

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>>26424506

uuuhhhh...

Rolled 87

>>26424544

Changing vote to this because the dice have spoken

Right, I should have specified, AFTER consensus is reached, please start rolling.

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>>26424506
>>26424566

>>26424506
oh god.

Here we go.

Rolled 42

>>26424458
>The hose can reach. Hit this dumb ass upside the head with it.
Once more, get him to drop his gun.

...So, this a roll high or low quest?

Okay then. Let's just start counting.

Pistol 2
Hose 2
LAVtap 2
Jump 'em 1

>>26424660
It's roll high.

And consensus has to be reached first before rolling folks. Okay, anybody feel like breaking the tie?

>>26424612
Okay, votes seem to be all over the place.

Are we all the way out of water, or just very, very low?
Because I think if we can get in one more good shot of water, it'll put this guy into the water and give us more time to take him.

>>26424682
I vote jump him

>>26424544
>>26424599
Be realistic here.
That's going to give him plenty of time to pulls a grenade.
And remember how well (as in, completely fucked) that worked in VoidQuest?

Rolled 15

>>26424682
LAV tap

Jump him because it's cooler

>>26424704
Fuck it, you replied first.

Three people, reply to my post rolling a 1d100.

I think this is going to be the last post of the night because I am sleepy.

>>26424719
sorry, forgot to take off the dice

>>26424682
I think if we go with pistol we'll have to shoot him since he probably doesn't care for his life anymore.

Rolled 69

>>26424762

Rolled 76

>>26424762

Rolled 35

>>26424762

Rolled 47, 90, 31 = 168

Alright, that'll do. Writing.

>>26424831
>90
RIP Kurling

>>26424866
We got 180, they got 168. We won.

>>26424902
We're not going with the sums of rolls, each roll has to meet or exceed a given DC.
That's the way it was last thread.

>>26424831
just woke up, dammit!
i ws here for thread 1, reading through this one now.

"Dalton, get me up along side him!"
"Sure?" Dalton seems a bit confused. You've got questions, and hopefully, this asshole will have answers.

You brace yourself on the LAV as Dalton slows down next to him. The ski mask looks up, trying to get a pistol at the ready.

You leap. He fires, blindly, misses you by a mile, and you smash in to him. Smash being the operative word here. God that hurts.

"Get off!" The man shouts in German, as you wrap your arm around his gun hand. You try to get some kind of purchase, get a hold of something, and end up grabbing on to a gun's magazine with your left hand. How useful. There's a struggle, as he tries to loosen the gun, get it pointed at you, and you try to wrestle him down. The LAV pulls out in front of you, when the man catches you with a hard left hook in the jaw dazing you for a moment. The gun slips from the crook of your arm.

"Stupid fucking piece of-" He's swinging the gun to your face now. A glock. How embarrassing. He fires, right next to your eye, dazing you. Shit. You hope that's not permanent.

Forget the gun. You push it aside with your right hand, wincing as your finger gets caught in slide as he fires it again, and hit him as hard as you can with your left in his face. The left still containing a magazine of bullets.

Once. Twice. Three times. That cheek bone got awful soft. Something in the ringing, and then you feel a hand catch on to yours. Dalton is trying to say something to you. You can't hear shit.

Are you okay. You read that on his lips, glance over to the unconscious man on the ground. God he looks bad. George is jogging over, NBC suit half off, gun at the ready. He's saying something. He doesn't look happy.

But oh well. You let go off the magazine, covered in blood. This guy was still breathing. If he's not too brain damaged, you should get something. How many times did he shoot? Three shell casings in the grass.

God your chest hurts. That, and all the ringing.

You feel like a nap.

That is that. I am very tired now gentlemen, so thank you for your time. If anybody could get a screen shot of the NBC suits in Evangelion, I would much appreciate it. For now though, I must sleep. Let's make this a Wednesday thing. 3:00PMPST/16:004chan time sound good? Lemme know. I'll follow this thread a bit longer.

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>>26425106
This is the Nuclear suit Misato wears when messing around in Jet Alone

>>26425106
Sure. Also don't forget ti archive this. Thanks for the quest!

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And these are the decontamination suits in Ep2.

>>26425224
IT IS DONE.

Now I sleep. Thanks everybody. Have a good night.

And now, play us out, Sinatra. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtFBRJFN3p8