"You don't get to bring friends"

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>>1757

"They are not my friends," Dr. Pavel immediately rebutts. There is an undercurrent of consternation in his words. One of the Special Forces troopers grabs the scientist by the upper arm and the waist and starts to drag him into your propeller plane.

"Don't worry, no charge for them," the spokesperson for the mercs coolly assures you.

"And why would I want them?" you ask skeptically, sizing up the hostages.

"They were trying to grab your prize," the mercenary leader answers with a bit of dramatic flair. "They work for the mercenary. The masked man." A small smirk starts to grow on his lightly-bearded face.

>>1775

"Get them on board, I'll call it in"

>>1785
"And then you can tell me about this mysterious masked man - what's his name?"

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>>1785

And so the propeller plane whizzes off, soaring high about the mountains of Uzbekistan.

The three hostages with bags over their heads kneel before you. They are entirely at your mercy. A few Special Forces operatives keep them in line with their menacing presence.

You wobble unsteadily as you stand in the plane's aisle, but gradually ease your stance. By your hip is your trusty pistol.

You need to make these men talk about a few subjects. Who put them up to kidnapping the good Dr. Pavel, for one. Everything they know about this "masked man" is also on the agenda.

What is your method of interrogation?

>>1821
Someone needs to advertise this on /tg/

Anyway:
Grab onevem and open the plane door, threan to throw them out if they don't talk. If they don't, fire a round then don't throw em.
Yep will totally work.

>>1821
Threaten to throw them out of the plane and then shoot them before they hit the ground.

>>1821

Tell them that the flight plan I filed with the agency lists Smee, Maiman, Dr Paveleer, Button Lee and Juan Ovyu first

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>>1820

The mercenaries' spokesperson deigned to remain silent on that question, regarding you with but a smirk and an affirmative-sounding, heavy breath.

Your mind, however, immediately tumbled to a single name that had been hounding you for years. That of your quarry.

"Bane."

>>1821
Threaten to throw them out of the plane and into their own containment board

>>1840
Take off your mask

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>>1827
>>1828
>>1835
>>1862

Smee, Maiman, Button Lee, and Juan Ovyu nod affirmatively as you rattle off their names in the flight plan, although Dr. Pavel regards you quizzically as you mangle his own name.

Smee and Maiman dutifully assist your clever ruse. The former opens up the plane's door; the howling wind screams into the aisle and blows hair and clothes around. The latter grabs one of the hooded hostages and hoists him out of the plane; Maiman does not even struggle to keep the captive firmly grasped.

The hooded fellow, however, remains as silent as stone. Even the shot you fire off into the mountains far below fails to startle the man, although his ears are sure to be ringing. It seems that your threats are empty to these prisoners.

>>1873

You have no mask on your person.

>>1876
Can we put one of the hoods on our face and then take it off?

>>1881
seconded

>>1876

Maybe my gun got jammed. That bastard! Lot of loyalty for a hired gun!

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>>1881
>>1884

You rip off the black hood of the captive still being dangled out of the plane. Between the rushing wind and one hand still on your pistol, it takes some work to get the hood on your head and off again, but you manage it.

The prisoner himself appears to be a nondescript man of ambiguous ethnicity, perhaps a mix of Eastern European and Middle Eastern.

Smee and Maiman furrow their brows and narrow their eyes at the sight of such a strange action. They remain vigilant and await your orders; the latter's grip on the captive is secure.

>>1885

A brief inspection of your pistol reveals it to be in working order. It did, in fact, discharge successfully as you had intended it to.

>>1915
>Point functional gun at another prisoner

>>1915
Whisper for smee to continue the interrogation then go sit with the prisoners, pretend to be juan oviu

>>1915
Say that he didn't fly so good and interrogate the next prisoner in the same manner

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>>1940

Smee politely turns down your request to continue the interrogation. It does not seem like his training covers such actions.

With that in mind, you yell out, "He didn't fly so good! Who wants to try next?" in an effort to maintain the ruse.

Smee and Maiman get to work, rapidly dragging away the first, unmasked hostage towards the back of the plane. He could open his mouth and foil your scheme at any moment, but for whatever reason, the captive simply remains silent and stares forward with defiant eyes and an otherwise blank expression.

The two Special Forces troopers then cooperate to hoist the second captive over the edge of the plane. The wind nearly blows his hood right off. What do you do to try to wring information out of this one?

>>1963
Ask him about Bane

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>>1983

Only the screaming wind answers. These prisoners are tough nuts to crack.

Frustration starts to gnaw at your psyche. These captives have far too much grit, too much loyalty for mere mercenaries...

How do you respond to the second hostage proving just as unresponsive as the first?

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>>2000
I check that get and formulate an explanation for perforating a fellow prior to defenestration while silently assuring myself I am, indeed, in control.

>>2000
mockingly and loudly remind him how strange it is that mere rented thugs are willing to risk death by not saying anything

>>2000
Tell the pilot to check the radar, just incase.

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>>2036
>>2043

"Lotta loyalty for a hired gun!" you cry in indignation, pressing your pistol's muzzle to the captive's head. You pull the trigger.

Bang. A ribbon-like trail of crimson follows the prison's head as you shove the corpse off the plane. It hurtles to the earth unceremonious.

You actually did it, you absolute madman. But you are in charge, at least. That much is certain. You feel secure.

>>2054

The pilot, Juan Ovyu, reports a large, civilian aircraft coming up at a higher altitude, just behind your own plane. They cannot seem to identify it.

Juan Ovyu awaits your orders.

>>2078
Look out the door at the other plane, this can't be happening you're in charge here.

Order Juan to turn the plane and accelerate to ramming speed.

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>>2094

After awkwardly poking your head out the open door, you espy at the very edge of your vision an aircraft closing in behind you. There is not much else you can make out about it, however.

Juan Ovyu politely informs you that this aircraft simply is not built for ramming. For that matter, it does not have any weaponry.

As you step back into the aisle, a strange voice rings in your mind. "Perhaps he's wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of a plane." This is disquieting; the voice is menacing and cultured, yet it does not appear to originate from anywhere in particular!

And yet... your intuition tells you that the speaker is the third hostage, who remains kneeling and hooded. Now that you have a look at him, this prisoner seems awfully large in stature, especially compared to you.

What do you do?

>>2114
Threaten him of course! We're in charge here!

>>2118

Please clarify the nature of this threat.

>>2114
"Because I want to make sure he's dead dumbass"

>>2126
We got a gun!
>>2130
Also that. We don't take shit from this guy

>>2114
check remaining bullets in pistol

see if pilot can contact other plane

>>2114
Shoot him dead immediately

>>2114
>Juan Ovyu politely informs you that this aircraft simply is not built for ramming. For that matter, it does not have any weaponry.
Politely inform Juan that the flight plan you filed with Itin and Agent C clearly states a mid air collision at 19:00 hours. Ask him who he thinks is in charge.

>>2114
Pull the hood off big guy

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>>2118
>>2130
>>2131
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>>2147

You can feel the plane take a sharp right as you ordered, and you struggle to maintain your balance.

Juan Ovyu patches over into your earpiece that he cannot establish contact with the other plane. He expresses mistrust over your plan to clip into the other plane, but acknowledges the order regardless. It seems that you will be heading for a collision.

You press the muzzle of your gun to where the third captive's jaw should be beneath that opaque hood... and yet it meets no flesh. Indeed, there is the light tink of metal upon metal. That can only mean this man has something rigid and metallic over his jaw.

You consider opening fire, but restrain yourself. You have gotten no information from these men so far. Your patience pays off as the large man's voice fills your mind like a looming menace: "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our plan."

What do you do?

>>2184
compliment him on his size

>>2184
Nope this guy is scaring me, I shoot him dead.
I use multiple bullets if I have to

>>2184
Wonder why youre shooting a man before throwing him out of a plane

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>>2184
Refuse to acknowledge his mask, he's obviously seeking attention. Kindly remark on his rippling physique.

>>2184
SHOOT

>>2189

>>2184
UNMASK THIS MAN

REVEAL HIS IDENTITY

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>>2184
Shoot him

>>2184
SHOOT HIM!

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>>2183
>>2189
>>2193
>>2197
>>2202
>>2207
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>>2228

You calmly, yet mockingly explain your rationale for having shot a man before throwing him out of a plane. Then, you slowly remove the hood of the large man.

Your head instinctively recoils back. A bald head, piercing eyes, and a face obscured by a breathing apparatus laden with metallic tubes; such an intimidating appearance looms in your mind and sends a chill down your spine. This is him: Bane, the masked man. Your quarry.

"No one cared who I was 'til I put on the mask," he utters solemnly. Bane's gaze stares into your very soul.

"You're a big guy," you quip right back, trying to conceal your sheepishness. You are shaking inside.

Your gun remains but a few inches from him; your grip upon it is unsteady. You could shoot him right here and now, or you could try to wring some information out of your quarry himself. Perhaps even give him due process.

What do you do?

>>2252
shoot him

>>2252
Jesus Christ nigger how many times do I need to say "I shoot him until he is dead"?

>>2252
Pull off his mask.

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>>2252
Take the mask off.

>>2271
>>2273
But what if he dies?

>>2277
It would be extremely painful.

>>2277
Well since we're killing him first that's a non-issue

>>2277
Then it would be extremely painful. Also we're about to crash these planes with no survivors.

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>>2255
>>2262
>>2271
>>2273

Summoning up all your adrenal strength in this hour of need, your free hand grasps the side of the large man's mask and rips it clean off!

Bane's eyes grow wide with shock. His jaw hangs open, twisting around spasmodically. The unmasked man wails in anguish as if he was on fire, only to be silenced by a bullet to the neck. And another, to the side of the head. A third, to his chest.

The deed is done. Bane lies dead in the plane's isle. Blood starts to pool around his corpse. You may not have gotten any information out of him. You might not have brought him in for arrest like your superiors wanted. But the world is now safe from the mercenary.

Yet your mind does not feel at peace.

Juan Ovyu's message through your earpiece shakes you out of your daze. He politely informs you that the two planes are about to crash in a little over a minute, and requests that everyone take a parachute off.

What do you do?

>>2340
Fuse with Smee and Maimen to achieve Super CIA form, and fly after the larger plane.

>>2355
You forgot Button Lee and Juan Avyu but basically this. It's time to form the CIA megazord

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>>2340
Put on the mask and cry FOR ME!

>>2340
Put on the mask.

>>2340
PUT ON THE MASK.

>>2340
put on the mask.

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>>2355
>>2362
>>2365
>>2366
>>2367
>>2375

You awkwardly bump into Smee, Maiman, Button Lee, and Juan Ovyu in that order, but you are unable to fuse with any of them.

The men proceed to don parachute packs in an orderly fashion, implore you to do the same, and then leap out of the plane. Their parachutes unfurl shortly thereafter, buoying them to safe ground.

With turbulent emotions roiling through your psyche, you pick up Bane's mask. Its scent is deep and musky, and sweat drenches its inner lining. Even so, you strap it around your face all the same. It is a loose fit, for it was meant for a much larger man.

"For you! is your triumphant battle cry at the top of your lungs. Yet it rings hollow in your ears. This just... is not right.

The roaring winds and the warning sirens blaring throughout the plane herald an imminent crash within the next twenty seconds or so. What do you do?

>>2394
Well I guess it's parachute time then

>>2394
Ride Bane's corpse to the ground.

>>2401
>>2402
Don't we have another plane to be catching?

>>2394
Give in to the mask. Become the big guy we were meant to be. To stop the bane, you must become bane.

>>2394

Embrace Bane corpse.

I'll know what to do with it later

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>>2394
JUMP (with a parachute)

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>>2394
Put Dr. Pavel's blood into bane's dead body

>>2394
stall for time

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>>2417

You have neither the time nor equipment to manage such a feat.

>>2401
>>2402
>>2408
>>2409
>>2410

With a parachute on your back, Bane's body cradled in your arms, and the big guy's mask on your face, you leap away from the plane. The parachute blossoms, straining itself with the weight of two passengers.

It does not take long for a boom to jar your ears. You land upon the verdant, rocky mountains of Uzbekistan, release the parachute... and take cover between a pair of large rocks as bullets cut the air above and around you. It seems that whoever was on that other plane had also parachuted down, and there is now a fierce, mid-distance firefight between them and your men.

You, of course, are caught in the middle. Bane's corpse remains in your firm grasp.

What do you do, masked CIA agent?

>>2457
Tighten the mask to a good fit so it doesn't fall off

>>2457
Fuck the body.

>>2457
use corpse as meat shield to protect from enemy fire
shoot wildly from under the body's armpit at the enemy parachuters

>>2457
Kill self.

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>>2463
>>2478
>>2488

You tighten the mask around your head, forcing it to clench onto your nose and mouth. You start breathing in an unidentified type of gas, and your vision and hearing start to blur into each other. Whatever it is, the substance was never meant for you.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins, and cold fury distorts your thoughts. You dive from out of cover, firing your pistol under Bane's armpit. His back absorbs a few rounds, while you manage to score lucky hits upon two of the mysterious hostiles. The rest start to fall back.

For a moment, you turn your pistol upon your own temple, finger tense upon the trigger. You do not know why, but your fury is turning inwards, towards yourself. Perhaps you should end this right here and now. Should you?

>>2511
DESHI

>>2511
gas will kill us anyways
chase the mysterious hostiles!

>>2520
DESHI

>>2511
You cannot rest until the fire rises

>>2511

The fire must rise before I die

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>>2523
>>2534
>>2552

You give pursuit! You wildly fire your pistol all the while, but find that your previous lucky hits are not repeating themselves.

The hostiles soon find themselves with their backs to a perilous ravine. There is nowhere for them to run, and all that is protecting them is a scant few boulders!

You take position behind a boulder further away from the ravine, with Bane's body still upon your shoulder. Smee, Maiman, Button Lee, and Juan Ovyu eventually catch up with you; none of them are hurt. Smee politely inquires why you are carrying Bane's body, and why you are now wearing Bane's mask.

In your mind, righteous indignation builds up, waiting to be unleashed. In the distance, the wreckages of two planes smolder. The conflagration dances, scorches the earth, and sends up black smoke.

What do you do?

>>2511
BASARA

>>2559

Embrace my destiny as a big guy and start to beat up my previous men

>>2559
BASARA

>>2559
THROW THE BOULDER

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>>2559
Strip Bane's clothes and put them on. Pretend to be Bane and tell the mercenaries to surrender themselves.

>>2559
I explain to the people listed in the flight plan that at least one of us is expected to be found in the wreckage, and ask if anyone will volunteer.

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>>2573
>>2575
>>2616

In an instant, grab Bane's corpse by the legs and use it to clobber Smee for daring to question you. He crumples to the grassy soil, and you release the big guy's body.

Before your other men can protest or restrain you, your arms wrap around as much of the boulder as you can. Thanks to a mix of adrenaline, the gas running through your system, the boulder being not that big (for you), and the incline leading down to the ravine, you manage to send the rock hurtling down towards the hostiles!

One of the enemy troops panics and tries to dash away, but the boulder collides right into him and sends him careening into the ravine! The adversary lets cry a fearful scream as he falls.

Maiman, Button Lee, and Juan Ovyu are speechless. They simply stare at you in shock and awe. Even as you awkwardly don Bane's plain, black shirt and cargo pants, they do not contest you. It is a very loose fit, going right over your original clothing.

Your order regarding the wreckage is met with Maiman dashing off to inspect it, but he does not seem to have taken the tacit order to throw himself into it outright.

You approach the remaining hostiles and demand surrender. They throw their firearms onto the grass, raise hands, and yell out, "We surrender! We surrender!" in deeply accented, awkward English. They appear to be the same group of vaguely Eastern European mercenaries who had delivered the captives before you had boarded the plane...

What do you do?

>>2628
>In an instant, grab
*you grab

>>2628

I ask them if they're ready to rise the fire

>>2628
Ask them if they had a back up plan for getting the fuck out of here

>>2628
THE POWER OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA RISES
You decide to become president of the USA.

>>2628
File a new flight plan with the agency.

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>>2648
>>2668
>>2678
>>2689

The hostiles respond with dismay, explaining that they were supposed to be the ones to make the fire rise, by crashing your plane and not theirs.

Maiman, Button Lee, and Juan Ovyu point out that you could simply call it in again and request a pickup. That is exactly what you do, filing a new flight plan with the agency.

Juan Ovyu fearfully admits that you lack the qualifications to become president.

~~~

I will probably have to end the quest here, unfortunately. I am growing weary and running out of ideas, and I cannot conceive a proper ending.

Thank you for playing, everyone. I apologize for the abrupt cessation of the quest.

>>2704
Was fun! Thanks for the ride!

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>>2704

It was excellent. Bane bless you.

>>2704
It was a fun ride CIA friend.
May you be a big guy

>>2704
Worry not, brother - you've started a fire.

YOUR A BIG GUY, BUT THESE DUBS ARE EVEN BIGGER

>>2704
I love you.
Anyone else wanna continue?

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>>2784

Anyone can feel free to continue and let the fire rise again.

>>2704
real human being

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>>1752

Better than the original movie

>>1827
>Someone needs to advertise this on /tg/
Most of TG hates quest.
Problably the reason this was created, as a containment board

>>11886
>Most of TG hates quest.
What a quiet majority, then.
Also,
>TG

>the adventure starts out with our lovable Bill Wilson on a mission and ends with him putting on Banes mask and throwing a boulder.

>>12033
Technically, rolling the boulder down the incline. This is a "realistic" quest.