(no subject)
[OOM: “This is what we came here for. Let’s go hunting.”]
So far, Afghanistan’s a lot quieter than Voodoo would’ve expected. A CIA spook gave them some technicals, as well a name - Tariq. Supposedly, he’s got intel on Taliban positions in the foothills, but Voodoo’s not holding his breath. The last time they relied on some local -
Milliways.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
This isn’t good.
Matter of fact, it’s downright…well, bad.
Reason being is that Voodoo’s ”in-costume”, i.e. decked out in gear no mercenary would be caught dead in.
He tries the door. It's locked. Bound again.
“Aw, shit,” Voodoo mutters. ”Shit shit shit.”
Now nobody’s going to buy his “private contractor” cover.
He’ll be in a corner booth, trying to look inconspicuous and hoping nobody recognizes him.
Feel free to crush his hopes.
(Or mock his beard/turban/tomahawk. At your own risk, of course.)
(OOC: Tag at will, but be prepared for the inevitable slowtimes. Open until I say otherwise.)
So far, Afghanistan’s a lot quieter than Voodoo would’ve expected. A CIA spook gave them some technicals, as well a name - Tariq. Supposedly, he’s got intel on Taliban positions in the foothills, but Voodoo’s not holding his breath. The last time they relied on some local -
Milliways.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
This isn’t good.
Matter of fact, it’s downright…well, bad.
Reason being is that Voodoo’s ”in-costume”, i.e. decked out in gear no mercenary would be caught dead in.
He tries the door. It's locked. Bound again.
“Aw, shit,” Voodoo mutters. ”Shit shit shit.”
Now nobody’s going to buy his “private contractor” cover.
He’ll be in a corner booth, trying to look inconspicuous and hoping nobody recognizes him.
Feel free to crush his hopes.
(Or mock his beard/turban/tomahawk. At your own risk, of course.)
(OOC: Tag at will, but be prepared for the inevitable slowtimes. Open until I say otherwise.)