From behind the rock structure, the brown-armored freelancer inspected the Red base before him. There was no current signs of activity, but he knew for a fact there would be people inside. Most likely some of his former special forces peers, too, but he'd leave that for another day.
Turning around he studied the Blue base from a distance before beginning his run closer, heading for the cover a group of boulders would offer.
I am detecting two soldiers on the roof of the upcoming base, York, Delta announced to him, projecting his hologram as he spoke to his host. This one is guarded, although not well, as the two appear to be unmoving and in almost the same place.
"Can you guess anything else from this distance?"
No, I will need to get in closer in order to discern more information.
"All right. We'll-" He ducked behind a boulder as he saw someone on to roof move as if looking into the valley, and stood still, breathing softly as if they could hear him.
That was close.
For long minutes he refused to move, then he peeked out at the base again before trotting behind the boulder to get closer, so as to still keep something between him and them. It would do him no good to get spotted early and ruin his recon mission before it even got started. Besides, he wasn't looking to get killed; just to see if the rumors were true, then get the hell out of there before anyone knew he had showed up. That was the plan, anyway. Then again, how often did those work out?
A few more cards played. Whatever it had must've just been the wind, Simmons thought. ...Though it'd never been too breezy around the Gulch. "Your go."
He had just stepped out for a smoke when he saw the crouched figure. Too well-hidden to be Morelli, too careful for any Red really. Then he noticed the white flashes and pulled on his helmet, carefully so that he could still smoke in his helmet.
Wyoming approched slow and silent despite his half-ton bulk in a crouch behind the boulder to York's left. Wyoming was the bounty hunter, sneaking was his specialty. When he was withen arm's reach of the brown freelancer he whispered, "So, what are we hiding from?"
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So much for the sneaking approach.
Slowly, so as not to alarm whoever found him, York straightened up, clearing his throat. His body hopefully concealed his hand's careful movement towards a gun, but if this was who he thought it was, he was in big trouble either way.
"I'm... sorry to have... disturbed you..." He murmured. York really was bad at lying, and the way he kept his voice soft and paused between a lot of his words showed he was distracted even as he was lying. "I was... hm... just trying not to... uh, draw attention to my.. presence. Didn't want to... bother anyone..."
He kept his head tilted down in the same position it had been in when he stood, but his eyes were at the corners in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his stealthy attacker.
"I've met five-year-olds more skilled at deception then you. I told better tall tales as an infant, York. If you please, I'd like to know why you're sneaking around. Lord knows, I might help."
York did turn his head now, and stopped drawing his weapon. In a fight, he was no match for Wyoming, and lying now was pointless. Not that he'd hesitate if he got the chance to run, of course.
"Wyoming." It was half-greeting, half confirmation of what he had already guessed. "I'm not really sneaking, so much as I am.. observing. My curiousity drove me, here, I'm afraid. It's uh, good to... see you again."
Myeah. 'Good to see him,' that was it.
Inside his helmet, York looked down as Delta spoke.
Since the loss of his AI, Wyoming has become unpredictable. It would be unwise to make him angry, and just as unwise to stay here and keep talking to him.
Then what do you suggest I do, D? York thought back, almost poisonously.
... Uncertain. More time needed to come to the proper conclusion.
Yeah, well that's time I don't have.
"What brings you here, anyway?" He asked aloud, cautiously watching the older man. If he could help it, he didn't want to get knocked out or killed just for being curious about his fellow 49.
Wyoming stood up, and uncloaked, but Cypher spoke for him, "He's here to kill a Private Tucker of the Blue Army and anybody else as ordered, unfortunately for him, both his employer and his target's gone missing."
York stared, then straightened his back infinitesimally. "I might be a little confused here, but... you lost your AI years ago. What was that?"
Perhaps Wyoming has been equipped with a new AI, although I am not sure how that would be possible.
"If your employer is missing and therefore unable to make payment, why would you continue after the target anyway?" He hadn't reholstered his gun, but neither was he making any move to use it. If there was a new AI in the picture, Wyoming might be more balanced than he was... prior to their touching reunion. Maybe. "Not that I'm contradicting your choice."
Wyoming shook his head sadly, "You lasted the longest out of all of us. Even Massachusetts," He gestured to the roof of Blue Base, "up there's gone mad."
"Balenced? You needn't worry about me, the extent of my insanity is getting checks every month for medical reasons, courtesy of our old friends."
"Yeah right! He's a psycho-killer! You'd a finished off Connecticut if you hadn't been interrupted."
"Hush you," to York, "Oh, yes, Connecticut's here; he's 'red'. And Tex might be here; she's blue, but I never see her- just as well. I've heard of a few others passing by, but I don't know which ones...I never was the gregarious one, now was I?"
Lizzy looked up, setting her cards aside slightly. "I feel like I'm being talked about. Are you sure you didn't see anything?" She turned her eyes back out to the Gulch, searching for anything out-of-the-ordinary.
Turning around he studied the Blue base from a distance before beginning his run closer, heading for the cover a group of boulders would offer.
I am detecting two soldiers on the roof of the upcoming base, York, Delta announced to him, projecting his hologram as he spoke to his host. This one is guarded, although not well, as the two appear to be unmoving and in almost the same place.
"Can you guess anything else from this distance?"
No, I will need to get in closer in order to discern more information.
"All right. We'll-" He ducked behind a boulder as he saw someone on to roof move as if looking into the valley, and stood still, breathing softly as if they could hear him.
That was close.
For long minutes he refused to move, then he peeked out at the base again before trotting behind the boulder to get closer, so as to still keep something between him and them. It would do him no good to get spotted early and ruin his recon mission before it even got started. Besides, he wasn't looking to get killed; just to see if the rumors were true, then get the hell out of there before anyone knew he had showed up. That was the plan, anyway. Then again, how often did those work out?
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Wyoming approched slow and silent despite his half-ton bulk in a crouch behind the boulder to York's left. Wyoming was the bounty hunter, sneaking was his specialty. When he was withen arm's reach of the brown freelancer he whispered, "So, what are we hiding from?"
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So much for the sneaking approach.
Slowly, so as not to alarm whoever found him, York straightened up, clearing his throat. His body hopefully concealed his hand's careful movement towards a gun, but if this was who he thought it was, he was in big trouble either way.
"I'm... sorry to have... disturbed you..." He murmured. York really was bad at lying, and the way he kept his voice soft and paused between a lot of his words showed he was distracted even as he was lying. "I was... hm... just trying not to... uh, draw attention to my.. presence. Didn't want to... bother anyone..."
He kept his head tilted down in the same position it had been in when he stood, but his eyes were at the corners in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his stealthy attacker.
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"Wyoming." It was half-greeting, half confirmation of what he had already guessed. "I'm not really sneaking, so much as I am.. observing. My curiousity drove me, here, I'm afraid. It's uh, good to... see you again."
Myeah. 'Good to see him,' that was it.
Inside his helmet, York looked down as Delta spoke.
Since the loss of his AI, Wyoming has become unpredictable. It would be unwise to make him angry, and just as unwise to stay here and keep talking to him.
Then what do you suggest I do, D? York thought back, almost poisonously.
... Uncertain. More time needed to come to the proper conclusion.
Yeah, well that's time I don't have.
"What brings you here, anyway?" He asked aloud, cautiously watching the older man. If he could help it, he didn't want to get knocked out or killed just for being curious about his fellow 49.
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Perhaps Wyoming has been equipped with a new AI, although I am not sure how that would be possible.
"If your employer is missing and therefore unable to make payment, why would you continue after the target anyway?" He hadn't reholstered his gun, but neither was he making any move to use it. If there was a new AI in the picture, Wyoming might be more balanced than he was... prior to their touching reunion. Maybe. "Not that I'm contradicting your choice."
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"Sorry for what?"
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Be careful, we do not know what to expect from Wyoming, Delta warned.
I know.
"You seem... fairly balanced at the moment," York cautiously stated, looking back over at Wyoming.
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"Yeah right! He's a psycho-killer! You'd a finished off Connecticut if you hadn't been interrupted."
"Hush you," to York, "Oh, yes, Connecticut's here; he's 'red'. And Tex might be here; she's blue, but I never see her- just as well. I've heard of a few others passing by, but I don't know which ones...I never was the gregarious one, now was I?"
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