<Brett> [Date: January 8th, 2012.  Time: 10:00 a.m.]
<Brett> [We open at a house in the northern Scottish countryside. The ground is
snow-covereed, and it's dang cold out.  As for the house, that's not for me to
describe.  It's for Gordo! 'Cause it's his place.]
<Brett> [Start!]
<Brett> ( It's a Sunday, by the way. I went to the trouble of looking up the
actual date, dammit. )
* Gordo 's house isn't much to look at, a hundred years ago it was a small,
stone, farmers house, and it's still small and stone, but the guy living in it
isn't a farmer, but a pilot. And he isn't even in the house at the moment, but
down the path a bit to the airplane hanger that replaced the barn. Well,
hypothetical hanger, there isn't a plane in there either, just the plans for
one.
<Brett> [It's for the best, it'd be impossible to take off in this weather
anyway.]
<Brett> [Gordo is doing something, presumably.]
* Gordo is hunched over the unholy amalgamation of a reel to reel projecter, a
scanner and a laptop, and currently pondering looking up the name of the man who
invented microfiche so he has a name to swear at.
<Gordo> 2d6+5
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2d6+5) and gets a natural 4 for a result
of 9.
<Brett> d2
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Brett (d2) and gets a natural 1 for a result of
1.
<Brett> [Gordo attempts to look up the man, but he doesn't find anything
deffinate for microfiche unless he puts more effort into it than the GM just
did.  He also doesn't notice he's not alone until he sees the reflection of a
bulky figure on his laptop screen.]
* Gordo turns. "Allright then, who's there? And haven't you heard of knocking?"
<Brett> ( Present monarch of England is male, in case anyone's wondering :P )
<Nigel> (Good for me to know, at the very least.)
<Brett> ["Door was open," says the figure, who it turns out isn't particularly
bulky, it's just the hooded snow jacket she's wearing.  She lowers the hood and
lifts up her goggles, revealing a white-haired woman in her late 30s.]
<Gordo> That'd explain the bloody draft. There's another chair in here somewhere
if you'd like, but damned if I know where.
<Brett> [There's another woman in the room, wearing the same type of attire, who
also lowers her hood and lifts up her (pink-tinted) goggles.  She's much
younger, with a light brown skin tone and blond, almost white hair tied in a
pony tail. "Sorry for the interruption, Mr. MacDougal.  We were hoping to talk
to you."  She produces a business card from one of the pockets and offers it.]
* Gordo stands up and walks over to her to take the card. "Oh? What's this
about?"
<Gordo> (Also, I'd blame George McCarthy given that he's the guy with the patent
on the machine that got turned into the microfiche reader  by Kadak Labs.)
<Brett> [If you hadn't guessed what's on the card by now, I'd ask if you've read
the backstory at all, but just in case, sure enough it says "Alysha I. Johnson.
Sales Representative. Vollenstein Armaments."  She darker girl smiles. "It's a
job offer, Mr. MacDougal.  Gordon. Can I call you that?"]
<Brett> ["Feel free to call me Alysha." She gestures to the other woman. "And
the grumpy woman is Pavla." Pavla's expression remains neutral.]
* Gordo nods. "Aye, you can. Although I'll have to hear more about this job of
yours before I sign on. Is this the sort of thing that can only be talked about
in drafty barns or can we move this down to the pub?"
<Brett> [She smiles. "If you like."]
<Brett> ( And without further ado... )
<Brett> [Cut the the club!]
<Brett> [pub!]
<Brett> [It's a pub that at nights is a club!  But it's like 10:20 a.m.]
<Brett> [It's a decent enough place, with a bar and some tables in booths. 
Pretty much empty right now, so you're seated right away.]
<Brett> ( And if it seems like I'm rushing, I am. I got a lot of people to get
to :P )
* Gordo gets himself a pint of draft. "Alright lassies, what've you for me."
<Brett> [Alysha shivers as she takes a seat.  Pavla coughs. "Goddamn cold."  She
looks across the table at Gordo, still so serious. "It's simple enough.  We're a
company that sells weapons. Alysha is going to be our new representative, and
she needs a team."]
<Brett> [Alysha sideglances out the window. "You could be a bit friendlier...."]
<Brett> [Then she grins at Gordo. "But yeah, that's it, essentially.  We need a
pilot, preferably someone with combat experience."]
<Brett> [The waitress comes and takes orders!]
<Gordo> Ah, that's a bit unfortunate, I never found a cheaky enough of a bastard
to take a shot at me when I was still flying for His Magisty's Royal Airforce.
<Brett> [Alysha says, "You've still got training though.  And we know you're
good; I saw the video."]
* Gordo nods and takes a long drink. "Ah, my never ending seven minutes and
thirty three seconds of fame. What are you offering?"
<Brett> ["Money. A chance to see the world.  A chance to do something we know
you're love." Her grin widens. "And if you're an optimist, thrills and
excitement.  If not: a chance to get shot at."]
<Brett> ( you're = you )
* Gordo laughs. "You're not going to find an optimist in this village, they all
gone south for the winter. But if you can put a number on that, you've probably
got yourself a pilot."
<Brett> [Alysha and Pavla look at each other. Alysha smiles, and Pavla pulls out
another business card, writes a number on the back, and slides it over.]
* Gordo picks it up and thinks it over. "Alright, when, where, and what sort of
bird you have for me?"
<Brett> [Alysha leans forward. "Can you be ready in an hour?"]
<Gordo> I've a kit, but I'll need to be back in a few weeks.
<Brett> [Alysha nods. "It's a long term commitment, but there will be some off
time."]
<Gordo> Good, good, but you still haven't told me what I'll be flying, although
I've got a bit of a hunch.
<Brett> [The food arrives, and Alysha looks at it hungrily. It's a shepard's pie
for her. Pavla just got sandwiches, how boring. "Buncha things. Sometimes cargo
planes, sometimes choppers.  Whatever we need for the job.  You can handle that,
right?"]
* Gordo rubs his chin. "I'm a wee bit out of date on roters, but my single and
multi engine are current."
<Brett> ["I'm sure you'll get use to it again."  Alysha takes a bite of the pie
and grins. "Delicious.  Alright! Soon as we're done eating and you're ready,
it's off to London!"]
<Brett> [FF to London!]
<Brett> [Specifically, FF to landing at Heathrow and taking a private car to
London. Ironically, Gordo didn't fly them there. Someone else did. Makes sense,
they would have needed another pilot on hand in case Gordo turned them down.]
<Gordo> (Dude, they probably went commercial.)
<Brett> ( Oh, true. First class! )
<Brett> [Gordo's in the car with Pavla and Alysha.  Alysha's looking up someone
on her holocomputer.  Says Pavla, "Are you sure about this next guy?"]
<Brett> [Alysha gives her a questioning look, and she points at the screen.
"'Professional Relic Hunter'?  What sort of career is that?  You should be
looking at military personel."]
<Brett> [Alysha laughs. "It's fine. Look," she points at the screen. "He's got
combat experience.  Does it really matter if his methods are... old-fashioned?"]
<Gordo> (Hmm, I never did work out if Gordo had flown for Montana and Nigel.)
<Nigel> (More likely Montana than Nigel)
<Brett> [Pavla looks dubious. Alysha grins. "Besides, he's good with computers. 
You know we're gonna need that."]
<Nigel> (Nigel hasn't left England very much, but Montana would need to for
international thieving)
<Nigel> (Well Nigel has left England for research, but that's it)
<Nigel> (His relic hunting is primarily domestic)
<Brett> [The car stops at a building in outer-central London. What kind of
building is it? That's for Nigel to describe!]
<Gordo> (Ah, so might have met Montana)
<Brett> ( Oh crap, is someone logging? >.> )
<Gordo> (I am)
<Nigel> (I'm always logging)
<Brett> ( Woot! )
<Nigel> [Nigel lives in a one bedroom flat. The building is fairly old. Probably
thirty or so years old. The flat itself contains a small kitchen (which is
mostly unused), a desk that is covered in papers and so many bookcases and books
that it seems the defy the laws of physics. There is also a television, a couch,
which is covered in books except for one seat, and a bedroom with a bed... and
more books.]
<Brett> [Nigel is presumably doing something!]
<Nigel> (also... I totally accidently stole GM brackets. Appologies)
<Brett> ( 'S cool. )
* Nigel is sitting at his desk. He has pushed papers out of the way and placed
his laptop on it. He's typing furiously and trying to discover the location of
an artifact that he seems very invested in, but seems to be failing at the
moment.
<Brett> [There's a knock on the door!]
* Nigel quickly stops typing and closes the windows on his computer. He gets up
and heads over to the door and opens it. "Hello."
<Brett> [Nigel sees two women with similar hair but opposite skin tones, and a
Scotsman who can describe himself now.  Nigel should probably do that too.]
<Brett> [The younger, dark-skinned woman (Alysha, duh) smiles and says something
in a language Gordo doesn't understand.]
* Gordo 's a slightly overweight Scot in a brown leather flying jacket and his
hands stuffed in his pockets.
* Nigel looks surprised for a moment and then responds in the same language.
<Brett> [She grins and respons in English: "Alysha Johnson." She produces a
business card and offeres it with one hand, while gesturing with her other at
the other two. "This is Pavla Novakovich and Gordon MacDougal."]
<Brett> ["Charmed," says Pavla, though she looks more neutral than charmed.]
<Gordo> 'Afternoon.
* Nigel nods and looks to Pavla. "How do you do?" and again to Gordo, "How do
you do?"
* Nigel motions inside. "Um... come in have a seat on the chest-..." He looks at
the couch. "Hm... my appologies, my work seems to have taken over the flat."
<Gordo> "Work does that to you, you think you've got it all contained on a bench
and then you're knee deep in it."
<Brett> [Alysha grins. "Not a problem. So you're busy these days?"]
* Nigel shrugs. "Once a scholar, always busy, I suppose." He steps inside to
allow them to at least enter the room. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
<Brett> [They step in, Alysha murmers "It's still freezing even this far south."
She turns to Nigel and smiles, "How would you like a job? Something stable, with
lots of travel?"]
* Gordo stands near the door and fails to not look like he's trying to read some
of the scattered papers.
* Nigel leans against the wall near his desk. "What sort of travel? And what's
the pay?" For the record, the papers are mostly about Egypt and Egyptian
mythology. Several of them are written in Arabic.
<Brett> ["Mainly southeast Europe, the Middle East and the East Coast of Africa. 
With occasional side trips elsewhere.  As for the pay..." She leans forward and
whispers a figure into Nigel's ear. "... And all you gotta do is not die!"
<Brett> ]
* Nigel shrugs. "Well I've managed to do that so far. But what do you need me
for? You have something that needs to be found? Or are you just really
interested in Ancient British or Egyptian mythological history?"
<Brett> ["#1, you can fight.  We're well aware of your brush ups with
cultists."]
<Brett> ["#2, you've got... a way, with computers. That's something we can
use."]
<Brett> ["And #3..."]
<Brett> [Alysha grins, and says something again in a language Gordon doesn't
recognize.]
<Gordo> I see I'm going to have to brush up on a few other things.
<Brett> [Pavla shrugs, "She's always like this. You'll get used to it." Holy
crap, it's almost emotion!]
* Nigel nods. "Alright. I'm in. Wait a click and I'll get my things." He
disappears into his bedroom.
<Brett> [Alysha grins. "Excellent."]
* Nigel is in there a few seconds and there's a few loud crashes and some
dragging of heavy objects, and then a couple clangs of metal and Nigel emerges
with an ornate longsword sheathed at his left side and a hand crossbow hanging
off his right with a quiver of different looking bolts on his back.
<Brett> [Pavla looks Nigel over, then shoots a dubious look at Alysha. Alysha
doesn't seem to notice, though, instead grinning widely. "Alright, off to Lisbon
next!"]
<Brett> ( FF to... )
<Brett> [In the plane! Gordo's still not flying because they don't have a plane
for him just yet.  Instead they're taking British Airways first class.  Pavla
and Alysha are sitting a few rows up, discussing various stuffs, while Gordo and
Nigel are seated next to each other.]
<Brett> [As for why I don't just rush you to Portugal immediately, it's because
I gotta afk. :P]
<Brett> ( Though before I do.... )
<Brett> ( Ah, nevermind. brb )
<Brett> ( Gordo and Nigel can talk for a bit )
<Gordo> I've been meaning to ask, why the crossbow?
* Nigel shrugs. "It's hard to make bullets out wood and cold iron. Bolts... not
so hard."
<Gordo> You, er, have a lot of problems with fae then?
* Nigel shrugs. "Just good to be prepared. I have had some rather strange
encounters. I see you're a bit more knowledgable than you let on earlier. Where
you from?"
<Gordo> Little village out of Strathmore, Gram used to tell us to hurry home or
we'd be carried off like Thom the Rhymer. I've never seen the likes of that, but
I've had mates that'd swear till they were blue in the face that they've seen
them.
<Brett> ( Back. )
* Nigel nods. "Well... Good on you being open minded. Your mates might have been
telling the truth. They also might have been pissed, but I can tell you that I
have seen Fae, among other creatures that most people swear are just beings of
tales."
<Gordo> I'll take your word for it.
* Nigel nods. "Appreciated."
<Brett> [The plane lands at Lisbon's #1 airport! Which I don't know the name of
and am too lazy to look up.  Almost immediately upon departing, Pavla gets a
phone call.]
<Brett> [With all this travelling, it's now around 5:00 p.m.]
<Brett> [You collect your things and get out to a platform to await
transportation. Alysha mumbles. "Finally, it's only SORTA cold here."]
<Gordo> London was pleasantly warm for this time of year, wouldn't you say
Nigel?
<Brett> [Pavla catches Alysha's eye, and Alysha asks, "What's up?"  "Slight
problem," replies Pavla.  A car passes by just then, and you don't catch what
she says, but Alysha grins, "Really?"]
<Brett> [Pavla raises an eyebrow. "You seem pleased."]
<Brett> [Alysha nods. "It'll be a good opportunity." A van pulls up. A man gets
out, opens the doors, and gestures.]
* Nigel nods at Gordo. "Quite."
<Gordo> This would be our ride?
<Brett> ["Yep!" Says Alysha, and hops in the back. Pavla takes the passenger's
seat.]
* Gordo gets in the back as well.
* Nigel climbs into the back.
<Brett> [The van takes off!... I mean, drives away! Actually it doesn't drive
away at all. It seems to be going to another terminal.  Alysha is grinning and
staring at Gordo and Nigel.]
<Gordo> Is there something I should know?
* Nigel cocks his head to a side. "Problems, Ms. Johnson?"
<Brett> ["Not at all. Not at all." She grins at Gordo, "I've got a surprise for
you."]
<Gordo> Yes, that is something I should know. What is it?
* Nigel shakes his head. "Last time somebody said that to me, Ms. Johnson, a
demon bust through the door behind me."
<Brett> ["Heh. You'll see."]
<Gordo> That'd be a wee bit difficult in a a coach.
<Gordo> (- a)
* Nigel sideglances to Gordo "But not impossible."
<Brett> [And you do. You arrive at a helipad, where a white chopper with a red
stripe on the side awaits. It looks like a commercial chopper, but refitted to
have a machinegun mounted below the cockpit. Alysha hops out of the van.
"Ta-daaah! Gordo, you get to brush up on your chopper skills already."]
* Gordo eyes the turret. "... Lady you are crazier, richer, luckier, or some
combination of all three than I thought."
<Brett> [She giggles. "A slight situation may have come up."]
* Nigel nods. "Quite right..." He grins. "But this job is getting more
interesting..."
* Nigel eyes Alysha. "Does this situation involves the use of that machine gun?"
* Gordo starts walking around the chopper to do a preflight check. "I wouldn't
be lucky enough for the checklists for this whirlybird would I?"
<Brett> [Alysha explains, "Our intel has it that our last two members are
currently involved in a transaction that..." A man appears, carrying a case.  He
opens it in front of Pavla, revealing a shotgun and two pistols.  Pavla takes
them, arming up, as Alysha finishes, "may go sour."]
<Brett> [She turns to Gordo. "Sadly, this is a commercial airport, so we can't
get you a proper assault chopper.  This is the best we can do."]
* Nigel nods and grabs his crossbow, and loads it with a standard bolt. "Well...
let's get going then."
<Gordo> Well, we can't be having that then can we?
<Brett> [Alysha nods. "Let's go!"]
<Brett> [You board the chopper! Gordo, give me a not-crash-and-kill-everyone
roll!]
<Gordo> 2d6+8
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2d6+8) and gets a natural 7 for a result
of 15.
<Gordo> (That'd be a nine if we were flying something with fixed wings)
* Gordo gets in and talks to ground controll and other piloty things that you
have to do in controlled airspace befor taking off.
<Brett> [Gordo takes off! Not immediately killing everyone.  Despite that it's a
commercial chopper, it does have a bit of a hold, with doors on the sides.
Alysha sits in the passenger seat next to Gordo, with Pavla and Nigel in the
back.]
<Gordo> So, where's this transaction of yours?
<Brett> ["A mansion outside the city," says Alysha, "An obscure place in the
middle of nowhere, pain to get there by car. Which is why we're flying."]
<Gordo> That's helpful. Shall I try North, South, or West for this sightseeing
trip?
<Brett> [She laughs. "It's already on the planner." She points to a screen near
the controls, where there's a small map of the coastline, a blinking red dot and
a picture of the chopper.  It (the dot) is North along the coast.]
<Gordo> Ah, modern technology, where we would be without it?
* Gordo heads north by northeast.
<Brett> [You fly! Part way there, Alysha blinks. "Oh! I almost forgot!" She
turns in her seat. "Nigel, one of the people we'll be meeting is someone you
know."]
* Nigel looks over at her. "Oh? That's usually not good. Who is he?"
<Nigel> (Er ... "who are they?"* to be neutral)
<Gordo> (Who is it?)
<Nigel> (Better!)
<Nigel> (Who is it!)
<Gordo> (Okay, I just corrected you on English useage. Who are you and what have
you done with Dre?)
<Brett> ( WHOM BE THEMS?! )
<Nigel> (Well I knew "they" is grammatically incorrect, but you don't get many
opportunities where "it" can refer to a person correctly. =P)
<Brett> ["One's a driver.  The other's a... shall we say, professional treasure
hunter?"]
* Nigel sighs and rolls his eyes. "Yep. Not good."
* Gordo thinks about that for a moment and then shakes his head. "Whoever they
are, we'll be there soon enough to sort this all out."
<Sonia> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+6) and gets a natural 7 for a result
of 13.
<Brett> [Alysha chuckles. "Both would be great assets for the team, though. Try
to get along?"]
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<Gordo> (I think he lost the fight)
<Notice> PING Nigel: 0 seconds
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<Brett> [You can see the mansion up ahead. Alysha grins. "Damn, that's a nice
place."  It is, too! A modern mansion located at the edge of a tall cliff.  With
the sun setting over the ocean right now, you can bet that the view from the
veranda in back is fantastic.]
<Montana> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Montana (2d6+6) and gets a natural 9 for a
result of 15.
<Gordo> You see your friends anywhere?
<Brett> ["Not yet, but we're still a ways away." She looks back over her seat
again. "So, Nigel, got any experience with jumping out of choppers?"]
* Nigel shakes his head. "Not as such..."
<Brett> ["Well you're in luck!  You get to learn!"]
<Gordo> I'll bring it in nice and low for you.
<Gordo> Do wish I knew where they were though, would make the approach easier to
plan.
* Gordo gets closer!
* Nigel takes a breath. "When do we jump then?"
<Gordo> After I find a good place to push you out of course.
<Brett> [You get close enough to see through the back wall of the building,
where several men in black are drawing their guns, aiming at a white man and a
black woman.  They can describe themselves. And there's also an old man with a
cane. "There!" Says Alysha.]
<Brett> ( Gimme init rolls! )
<Montana> 2d6+5
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Montana (2d6+5) and gets a natural 4 for a
result of 9.
<Gordo> 2d6+4
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2d6+4) and gets a natural 7 for a result
of 11.
<Nigel> 2d6+5
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Nigel (2d6+5) and gets a natural 11 for a result
of 16.
<Sonia> 2d6+5
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+5) and gets a natural 5 for a result
of 10.
<Gordo> (I see we don't have any init monkies in the house.)
* Montana , the white man with guns being aimed at him, has short brown hair and
blue eyes. He's wearing a dark brown cowboy hat, a leather jacket, boots, and
jeans. And also, he throws a large painting he's holding at the old man and the
guards before diving to the right.
<Sonia> (Sorry, mine slipped in point juggling.)
<Brett> [Order is Pavla, Nigel, Gordo, Sonia, Montana, 7 MiBs, John-Claude]
* Sonia is the black woman, in leather and jeans, black hair straightened with a
red bandana on over it, slightly behind Montana.
<Brett> ( Incidentally, I won't be giving a turn to Alysha when she's in combat
since she's not a combatant. She'll only act when she has something important to
do.] )
<Brett> [Pavla opens one of the side doors, but doesn't get out. Instead she
says to Nigel, "Wait for MacDougal to lay down cover fire.]
<Brett> [Nigel's turn!]
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<Brett> ( Dot dot dot. )
<Sonia> (GO CONNECTIONS)
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<Nigel> (Sorry about that. Internet mess.)
<Nigel> (Are we close enough to jump from the helicopter yet?)
<Brett> ( You are! If you really want to! )
<Nigel> (Delaying until after Gordo)
<Brett> [Gordo!]
* Gordo uses one action to sweep the helecopter in lower behind hopefully not
Montana the the other to use the turret for surpessive fire, not trying to hit
anybody, just make 'em duck.
<Gordo> (- the)
<Brett> [Glass flies as Gordo shoots out the rear windows. The MiBs and
John-Claude frantically scramble for cover!]
<Brett> [Nigel!]
<Brett> ( Oh, if you jump out of the chopper, it's a body roll + acrobatics
(tumbling) to land and attack )
<Brett> ( Or if you have catlike you don't have to roll )
* Nigel takes a deep breath, tightly grips his crossbow and hops out of the
helicopter. He lifts the crossbow up and points it at John-Claude and the MiBs.
"I don't usually make a habit of shooting people who aren't trying to bring
about unholy armageddons, but I might have to make an exception if you blokes
don't back off."
<Nigel> (He's not actually firing at someone this turn.)
<Brett> ( K )
<Sonia> (Just YELLING REALLY LOUDLY)
<Nigel> (YES!)
<Brett> [They don't seem to have any intentions of backing off, many of them
turning to aim their pistols at Nigel.]
* Nigel shrugs. "Well... there goes diplomacy."
<Brett> [Pavla doesn't wait though, diving out of the chopper. She rolls as she
lands, coming into a crouch and firing two bursts from her shotgun.  The first
injures two of the MiBs, the second takes them out.]
<Brett> ( 5 left! )
<Brett> [Sonia!]
<Brett> ( Sherry? )
<Sonia> (>__>)
* Sonia is immediately heading back towards the entrance, sliding into cover
behind one of the stands that's holding art pieces as she pulls out her gun.
"Guess he doesn't mind havin' his shit wrecked, huh?" She peeks around the
corner and fires the gun, a loud crack coming from it.
<Sonia> (Shoot someone!)
<Sonia> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+6) and gets a natural 10 for a result
of 16.
<Brett> [Sonia hits someone! I have no idea how that gun is supposed to work, so
she can desc it whilst we move on to...]
<Brett> [Montana!]
<Ardweden> (Is there any cover nearby?)
* Sonia 's 'shot' connects: it's a sonic attack, so it's like being smacked by a
concussive wave. Ow!
<Sonia> (Quick fix your name!)
<Brett> [Sonia's gun shouts "Sonic BOOM!"]
<Brett> ( Or not )
*** Ardweden is now known as Montana
<Brett> ( But it should )
<Brett> ( There's a couch! And a chair )
* Montana 's hands are free now, and he pulls a gun from under his jacket and
fires at one of the MiBs still aiming at him as he moves for cover behind the
couch.
<Montana> 2d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Montana (2d6+7) and gets a natural 6 for a
result of 13.
<Brett> [And Montana hits the guy in the shoulder, injuring him.]
<Brett> [The MiBs open fire! One on Montana, one on Sonia, one on Nigel, One on
Pavla, one at the choppa.]
<Brett> [The one aiming at Pavla is no where close, hitting the banister on the
balcony behind her.]
<Montana> (Do I get any bonus for cover?)
<Sonia> (Same question!)
<Sonia> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+6) and gets a natural 5 for a result
of 11.
<Gordo> 2d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2d6+7) and gets a natural 11 for a result
of 18.
<Brett> ( Nope. Ranged defense kinda assumes cover as is.] )
<Gordo> (I think they take a penalty if you're hiding behind something)
<Montana> (Ah, that makes some sense.)
<Brett> ( Do they? Either way they don't have much in the way of combat skills.
)
<Montana> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Montana (2d6+6) and gets a natural 3 for a
result of 9.
<Montana> (Did that make it?)
<Nigel> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Nigel (2d6+6) and gets a natural 8 for a result
of 14.
<Gordo> (It's in the errata)
<Brett> [Gordo's evasive action keeps the chopper from getting its paint
scratched.  Plaster flies as a chunk of the corner near Sonia flies off.  A
bullet spaks into the ground next to Nigel, and upholstry flies as a bullet
penetrates the back of the couch, grazing Montana's arm.]
<Montana> (Oh, so it didn't.)
<Montana> (I'd like to know so I know when to use my DR. ^^;  It's all good.)
<Brett> ( Nope )
<Brett> ( Oh. Go ahead if you like )
<Montana> (Nah, you already typed it.)
<Brett> ( Though it barely did anything to him TBH. )
<Montana> (Just let me know next time!)
<Montana> (Yeah, armor is ++.)
<Sonia> (ARMOR HIGH FIVE)
<Sonia> (^5)
<Brett> [John-Claude hides behind his chair, as best he can.]
* Montana frowns at his arm from behind the couch. "Who'dve thought this guy
would buy cheap furniture, eh Sonia?"
<Brett> [Pavla's up again!  Another two bursts, another two guys down.]
<Brett> [Nigel!]
* Sonia laughs and replies, "Yeah, more money to use stiffin' his 'art
acquisitions agents'!"
* Sonia then glances to the helicopter people, and Pavla. "Those your friends,
Monty?"
* Nigel shakes his head. "Too bad we couldn't be civilized about this." aims at
the MiB that shot at him and fires his crossbow.
<Nigel> 2d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Nigel (2d6+7) and gets a natural 9 for a result
of 16.
<Brett> [It happens to be the guy who Sonia shot earlier, and he goes down
quick.]
* Montana glances over the couch. "Never had the pleasure of meetin' the lady."
His gaze turns to Nigel when he talks. "That over there's my half-bro. He's
kinda... medieval. British medieval."
<Brett> [2 left. Gordo!]
* Gordo feeds them rotary cannon shells, or at least tries.
<Gordo> 2 2d6+2
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2 2d6+2) and gets a natural 9 for a
result of 4 11.
* Sonia frowns. "So what, he uses hand-crank phones?"
<Gordo> (DRing that 4)
<Gordo> 2d6+2
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Gordo (2d6+2) and gets a natural 7 for a result
of 9.
<Gordo> (There, no critfail. >_>)
<Gordo> (Also, damnit I can't add)
<Brett> [Gordo pumps them full of lead.  And since it's late, we'll say they
both happened to have weak constitution and die on the spot.]
* Montana laughs. "I ain't sure about that, but I am *pretty* sure he's on our
side."
<Brett> [Jean Claude starts to crawl away, til Pavla gets up to him and puts the
barrel of her shotgun to his face.]
* Gordo notes the lack of things shooting at his allies and does a quick sweep
before landing the chopper.
* Sonia brushes her chest off as she stands up to her whole 5'5" height, slowly
striding forward. "Guess they got issues with the man of the house."
* Montana waits for a few seconds of no shooting, then pops out from behind the
couch with a big white smile with plenty of stubble. "Nigel!" he says, all
Southern/Creole accented English. "Fancy seein' you here!"
<Brett> [And Alysha tosses a rope ladder out the chopper door and climbs down.
"Mr. Stark, Ms. Sonic... boy that's a weird name...."]
<Gordo> (What is this ladder nonsense? I landed)
<Brett> ( I'd typed it before you landed. Mecha just refuses to give me a last
name, so now he's got one :P )
<Sonia> (I didn't refuse. :( )
* Nigel shakes his head and puts his crossbow away. "You have a very odd sense
of humor, Monty"
<Montana> And *you*.  Made a very interesting entrance.
* Sonia looks over at Alysha and says, "Another job offer? This one's not even
cold yet." She walks towards the suitcases they were supposed to get their money
from and opens it to check how much is actually there.
* Montana walks over to Nigel and claps him on the shoulder, then turns to
Alyssa and tips his hat to her.
<Montana> (Alysha rather!)
<Brett> [Sonia hears a click as she opens it.  Gimme a body (acrobatics) roll]
<Sonia> (Jumps apply?)
<Brett> ( Would probably be tumbling )
<Sonia> 2d6+8
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+8) and gets a natural 5 for a result
of 13.
<Brett> ( They really need a "Get the hell out of the way" spec )
<Brett> [Sonia hears the click and manages to dive out of the way as some sort
of gas spurts where her face was a second ago.]
*** Nigel has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Brett> ( orooooooooooooooooo )
<Brett> ( Nigel was standing behind Sonia D: )
<Gordo> (He got gassed!)
<Brett> ( I'm guessing that means Ard is mia now too? )
*** Montana has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Gordo> (Ayep)
<Brett> orzzzz
* Sonia dives into a roll away from the gas, coming to her feet in a crouch. She
clucks her tongue. "Mister Von Domme, honestly. You could have just given us the
money."
<Brett> [He grunts under the shotgun. "Seven-hundred-thousand Euros? Not to the
likes of you."]
*** Montana (ardweden@50-81-101-202.client.mchsi.com) has joined the channel
<Montana> (Bad connection times.  Dre's trying to get it to work.  Catch me up?)
*** Nigel (TwistedRid@50-81-101-202.client.mchsi.com) has joined the channel
<Nigel> (somebody msg me what I missed?)
* Sonia sighs and says, "If you don't like transporters and theives, don't hire
'em. Honestly. Well, now we'll get the money one way or another." She blows a
bubble, then looks over at the growing group of people.
<Brett> [Alysha grins. "Mr. Stark. Montana. Can I call you that? I'm looking for
some people with your and your associate's," she nods at Sonia, "skill sets." 
She holds out a business card. "Alysha Johnson, pleased to meet you."
* Montana raises an eyebrow as he stows his gun away. "Montana's fine." He takes
the card with his other hand (the right one), and looks it over before holding
it to the light. "Vollenstein Armaments?"
<Brett> [She grins. "We're an arms dealership.  We can promise you a steady
paycheck doing things not so different from what you normally do, only
legally... Most of the time... In certain countries."]
<Brett> [Her grin widens. "And it'll only be somewhat more dangerous than what
you're used to."]
<Brett> [Meanwhile, Pavla gets tired of holding John-Claude under the gun, and
just knocks him out with the butt of her shotgun.]
<Montana> Yeah?  You know why this guy needed a painting that's probably not
even a Rembrandt stolen?
* Sonia goes back to the case to try and open it successfully while Montana
words.
<Brett> ["Not really.  My intel was on you two, not him."]
<Brett> [The case is open!]
<Sonia> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Sonia (2d6+6) and gets a natural 3 for a result
of 9.
<Sonia> (Jesus, dice. Nothing but hate.)
<Brett> [Everything is fine! Nothing is wrong!]
<Montana> Aww, that's a shame.
* Montana turns to talk to him, then realizes he's knocked out and says, "Guess
we'll just have to ask nicely when he comes to. How's the case, Sonia?"
* Sonia looks up and says, "Looks fine to me, after the gas trap."
* Montana walks over to have a look himself, nudging it with his foot.
<Montana> 2d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Montana (2d6+6) and gets a natural 6 for a
result of 12.
<Gordo> (Montana avoids a sudden onset of head falls off)
<Montana> (SWEET)
<Montana> (Best thing to avoid!)
<Montana> Baaaah, forgeries.  Shitty ones, too.  We ain't even gettin' seven
hundred outta this.
* Sonia stands and kicks it. "Artists all the way." She blows another bubble.
"The art real?"
<Brett> [Alysha grins. "Sounds like you need a job."]
* Sonia finally turns to fully face Alysha, a frown on her face. "Yeah, it
does." She looks her over as she slowly walks that way.
<Montana> Real art.  Maybe not a real Rembrandt.
* Montana looks over at the painting lying on the floor. "Ruined now." And his
attention turns to Alysha.
<Sonia> More meant the other crap he had around here, bra.
* Montana waves for Sonia to chat it up with Alysha while he looks, then.
<Brett> [Turns out most of the junk in the mansion is fake!]
* Sonia finally stops and looks to her eyes. "Puttin' together a team for moving
and guarding guns?"
<Brett> [She nods. "Sometimes. Sometimes we'll just be closing deals and letting
others transport the merchandise.  Either way, it's a risky business. But I can
tell you now, the pay is good."]
<Brett> ( Need to end soon x.z )
* Montana returns sooner than expected, mostly because the place is faker than
expected. "No good, darlin'. Place is completely staged."
<Sonia> (You too, heh?)
* Sonia tchs, then looks
* Sonia tchs, then looks around. "Tricky. Will have to look into that." She then
looks back at Alysha. "Running guns?" A small pause, then, "I think I could try
that. Sounds good to me."
<Brett> [Alysha grins, spreading her arms wide. "Big paycheck, prepaid hotels, a
chance to travel, action and adventure, people trying to kill you... How can you
resist?"
* Montana turns to Nigel. "You in on this? Don't seem your kinda gig."
* Nigel shrugs. "Appearances can be deceiving. And yes, I suppose I am."
<Nigel> My job is not as secure as last time we met.
* Montana frowns. "The university?"
* Sonia gives the girl a slight smile, then blows another bubble. "You'd be
amazed what I can resist, hon."
<Brett> [Alysha laughs, "I'm sure."]
* Nigel shrugs. "I'm on sabbatical, so I have a tad of free time, you might
say."
<Montana> Right.  Sabbatical.
* Nigel nods. "And I see your job security is as solid as ever, isn't it?" He
heads towards the 'copter.
<Brett> [Alysha grins. "One big happy family."  She looks to Montana, "So, you
in?"]
* Montana rolls his eyes, then turns to Alysha. "My brother's a bastard
sometimes, ain't he, Ma'am? I need the numbers, but if you got him and Nigel,
I'm listening."
<Montana> (s/Nigel/Sonia)
<Montana> (Got messed up in the edit - please fix!)
<Brett> [Alysha nods. "Of course.  We can discuss that on the way."]
* Montana nods.
* Sonia chuckles, then says, "We leaving by chopper? Let me just go get my car."
* Nigel climbs into the helicopter and takes his seat behind Gordo.
<Brett> [Alysha nods. "Yeah, we're headed to Paris to meet our last member. 
That and we'd better get out of here before the cops show." She nods at Pavla,
who's talking on a phone to someone.]
<Montana> Sounds good.  What about Von Domme?
<Brett> [She grins. "Once the cops find him with a stolen painting, he probably
won't be bothering anyone for a long time."]
<Brett> ( Aight, closing lines! )
<Gordo> (I've got one for when Monty finally gets in)
<Nigel> (So do I, actually)
* Montana nods and heads for the chopper, then!
<Montana> (Darn, Billie never got to a chopper. XD)
<Gordo> (She didn't! ;_;)
* Nigel moves over for Montana. "Gordo... this here is my brother." He grins.
"Montgomery."
* Gordo snorts. "I thought it was you. I can't belive I'm flying you someplace
without three tonnes of somebody else's rocks ratteling around. It's just not
right. You turn around and steal something."
<Brett> [Pavla looks everyone over, then gives Alysha a dubious look.  Alysha
responds with a thumbs up.  Then they get to the choppa.]
* Sonia heads out to her car! And since there's no windows, they can all see the
car... turn into metal and wrap itself around Sonia like a suit.
* Montana groans and punches Nigel in the shoulder. "My *half* brother. And it's
Montana." He looks at Gordo and shrugs. "Sorry, man. Can't steal somethin' if
there's nothing to steal."
<Montana> Trust me, I cased the place.  Sonia insisted.
<Brett> [Sophia's car makes Transformer noises.]
* Gordo shakes his head. "Waste of a perfectly good house that is."
* Montana sits next to Nigel so he can strangle him next time he makes a crack
about his name. "I know, right?"
* Nigel looks between Gordo and Montana and rolls his eyes. "Quite..."
<Montana> (<Alysha> Trust me, Pavla.  This will be AWESOME!)
<Brett> [Aight good enough.  You head to Paris, but the session ends partway
there.]