<@Brett> ( Someone logging? ) (I am and Mecha is.) <@Brett> ( double woot. ) <@Brett> [Montana jumped down the hole. Start!] <@Brett> ( Also stealth (silent movement), Monty. ) (19 okay?) <@Brett> [Below the dining deck is a kitchen area. The area extends past the area of the dining floor, and Monty can see a dumb waiter, which explains how they would have transported food. Maybe this isn't actually much of a whaling ship after all?] <@Brett> [Monty actually does see Leonard Warwick in the room. Guess he hadn't left after all. But he's not facing Monty either. He's moving for a door at the opposite end. His flames have died a bit so as not to set the ship on fire, but one of his arms is still burning. Awkward. His other has a communicator.] * Montana lands softly and immediately blends into the surroundings as he takes it in, with all of the senses he can. He also tries to ignore the pain, because OW. <@Brett> ["Are you deaf, Nyssa? It went bad. I wasn't ready for them to... No, shut up and let me talk!" While yelling, he grabs a syringe gun from out of his pocket and injects himself in the neck.] * Montana blinks, then silently moves forward, while he's sure Warwick's distracted, keeping to cover and shadows as best he can and ready to blend at the blink of an eye. Best to tail this guy for now, he figures. <@Brett> ["Listen. The plan backfired. I might have bought you some time, but you need to get to that Indian bitch fast, or you're going to have to deal with them. And find the fucking thief! We know she's in the city, and she's accompanied by an idiot. Start there."] <@Brett> [He hangs up and kicks the door off its hinges. It wasn't even locked. He's just that pissed.] (Oh wow. A full reverse crazy trap.) <@Brett> ( He's not that bright, really :P ) <@Brett> ( Gimme a stealth roll, Monty! ) (20) <@Brett> [Monty keeps up with Warwick as he makes his way out the room. Two guards come around the corner and salute, and one asks, "Sir! Is everything alright?"] <@Brett> [He looks annoyed at that, but instead just says, "You two, come with me. We've got rats aboard this ship." And heads towards some stairs. They follow.] * Montana (ardweden@50-83-68-125.client.mchsi.com) Quit (Ping timeout) * Ardweden (ardweden@50-83-68-125.client.mchsi.com) has joined #mc5-2 * Ardweden is now known as Montana (Remind me what just happened. I can't get a second server window.) (I was typing for Montana to comm people.) <@Brett> <@Brett> [Monty keeps up with Warwick as he makes his way out the room. Two guards come around the corner and salute, and one asks, "Sir! Is everything alright?"] <@Brett> <@Brett> [He looks annoyed at that, but instead just says, "You two, come with me. We've got rats aboard this ship." And heads towards some stairs. They follow.] * Montana backs off, moving quickly (and silently) the opposite direction. There's another way out, even if it's up the hole. "Tilda ain't on the ship," he comms as he moves. "They're looking for her in town. Nyssa's goin' after some 'Indian bitch'." * Montana snerks, comming, "Ain't suicidal, Gordo. Let's get offa this ship. Warwick might be headin' back to ya; he drugged himself up." <@Brett> [Monty returns to the kitchen. There's a ho'. There's also another door.] (Can Montana make an educated guess as to if there's another way to loop around to the room-with-a-hole from down here?) (Besides the direction Warwick went.) (Or just out.) (Out is good.) <@Brett> ( The opposite door, probably. ) * Montana moves for the opposite door, then. Nice thing about everything going for his friends: they're not going *away* from them, and that means he can move quickly. <@Brett> [This is true!] <@Brett> [Monty goes through the door, which leads into a corridor. There's another room right nearby, but a look in the window will tell him it's just a storage room.] * Montana glances in the window, but unless the jewelry they're here for or anything else of similar importance/interest is in there, he moves on. * Montana comms, ~Movin'.~ <@Brett> [The Austrian crown jewels are there, but they're hidden in a flour sack, so Monty moves on.] * Montana totally does! <@Brett> [Around the bend, Monty spots a stairwell! But he also spots a guard there, guardng dutifully.] (How well positioned is the guard?) <@Brett> ( Fairly well. It'd be hard to sneak past him. He's standing right at the base of the stairs. ) (He's wearing the full metal outfit, no weak points?) <@Brett> ( Yep ) * Montana stays behind the bend and peeks out, mentally calculating. Then he looks up. Well... * Montana makes like a spider and scurries up the wall, to the ceiling, and then moves quietly over and hopefully past the guard. <@Brett> ( Maybe. Roll me a stealth roll! ) (Infinite stealth rolls.) <@Brett> [Montana almost crawls safely over the guard's head, when he notices the guy tilting his head back. For a minute, Montana thinks he might have been seen, but then the guard shouts "CHOO! ............... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."] * Montana only manages to keep himself from laughing because of his really high stealth roll. * Montana moves it. Up and up! <@Brett> [Monty gets to the next floor! Here he finds a long corridor and rooms. And some electrical mess at the base of the stairs on the opposite end of the corridor.] (The shattered bot?) * Montana lets out the faintest 'huh'. They were there. And then he moves quickly down the corridor and up the stairs. <@Brett> ( Yep ) <@Brett> ( Monty is <- there ) * Montana is now known as Ardweden * Ardweden (ardweden@50-83-68-125.client.mchsi.com) has left #mc5-2 * @Brett (samurai@c-71-201-3-240.hsd1.il.comcast.net) Quit (Quit: ) Session Close: Sat Mar 08 00:00:00 2014