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What are we up to this time?

Mar 08, 2010 14:15

The Cabal facility in the foothills outside of Old City could be mistaken for just about any private (albeit massively large and surprisingly well-fortified) research lab. Except for the fact that it's been completely off the grid for a good three months now and is apparently still running at full power ( Read more... )

nudge: ashley, !ic, nudge: declan, nudge: nori

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sourceprogeny March 8 2010, 19:24:06 UTC

(ooc: sounds fabulous to me.)

Ashley peers through the binoculars at the facility. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary to Joe Blog. But they weren't any normal person off the street and this wasn't any normal facility. She looks closer.

From her vantage point, on the bluff of the hill, she could see where the laser detection barriers started and could see sentinels patrol the place.

"Nothing we can't handle, huh?" Ashley whispers.

dr_macrae March 8 2010, 19:36:17 UTC

(ooc: ROCKIN! *GLEES FOR PLOT*)

"Shouldn't be a problem," he replies quietly, glancing up through his Ray-Bans in the direction they've been watching for the last half-hour. He pulls a piece of tech from his tac-vest and aims it toward the facility as he presses a few buttons. "The device is primed, now all we need to do is get close enough."

He gazes over to her.

"Let's do this, love. Be careful, yeah?" he whispers, moving closer to her so he can lean in for a quick kiss.

sourceprogeny March 8 2010, 19:46:35 UTC

Ashley takes her sunglasses off and shoves them in to her tac-vest. She pulls out her gun from her leg holster. She nods her acknowledgement as he informs her that the device was primed. She thought of the best way to get down there. Her trained eye finding a route.

"You too," she whispers as she closes the gap and gives him a kiss.

She shifts and brings her gun up.

dr_macrae March 8 2010, 20:00:59 UTC

He switches into soldier-mode and pulls his glasses off as well. It certainly wouldn't do for the lenses to catch a glare and alert the sentries to their presence on the way in. He tucks them securely away inside his tac-vest and pulls his sidearm free, chambering a round in anticipation.

"Take point, I'll follow," he whispers, sweeping his gun over the surrounding area.

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