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Post by dakota on Aug 27, 2019 12:01:26 GMT -5
"You act like you expect trouble, Uncle. Is there something else I need to know?" Alex asked as he got out of the truck. "I thought I was here for the big announcement and people watching." He said, the shrugged and turned toward the gathering, trying not to draw attention to himself while looking around for anyone else doing the same thing as he waited for the press conference to begin.
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Post by doc on Aug 31, 2019 6:45:22 GMT -5
Powell froze in the face of Charlotte's questions; he clearly had expected her to be a lightweight. She could also hear a chuckle coming from Sonny behind her - he was impressed. Paul cleared his throat for a moment before responding.
"The advancements I've made will make any attempt to attack American soil futile, regardless of the location or nature of the aggressor. If you ask why I single out Japan, it is for the reason that they do not posture and presume the way the Empire of Japan does. I find it useful to deal with the enemy that wants to fight you, instead of one you may not have to fight at all."
The Hunter could identify a mix of fear and excitement in the crowd, which was not unexpected given it was the test of some type of military weapon. He could see a pair of new arrivals; one an older gentleman who was clearly concealing something on his person (a weapon, perhaps?) and a young man walking with the help of some kind of brace - a polio victim, or similar. The older man had the clear bearing of former military - the way his eyes scanned the crowd. There was also something off about his young partner, but the Hunter could not quite make it out.
"If you are lucky enough to make it to my age, you will learn to always expect something to happen. A place like this? A mix of men with all the things that can make suffering; money, guns, and power." Lex responded to his nephew. Alex, for his part, noted that the two metal towers used to provide spotlights for the hangar were unguarded, and that figures could easily conceal themselves there out of sight.
He also could see that there was a strange man looking directly at him and his uncle, and a tall woman interviewing the famous Paul Powell.
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Post by Mierin on Sept 2, 2019 12:29:23 GMT -5
Charlotte can't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction to Powell's surprise - from the minute she had gotten into journalism, she'd dealt with comments and stares and had gotten used to be underestimated. None of this shows on her face though as she notes what Powell said and replies, "I see. Thank you, Mr. Powell. I look forward discussing this more during our upcoming interview."
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Post by dakota on Sept 2, 2019 19:03:30 GMT -5
"Uncle? Those towers with the lights on them." Alex said, turning back to Lex. "Shouldn't something that would make a perfect sniper nest like those be guarded, at least to keep someone in the crowd from climbing them?" He asked, then notioned to his left, "There is a guy taking an interest in us, on your two o'clock. Someone you've run into before?"
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Post by yendorj on Sept 3, 2019 0:21:02 GMT -5
He gives the new arrivals a look over, eyes narrowing on the older man, just breathes deep. Head cocks, hearing the question posed by Charlotte Davidson, chuckles, recognizing an ambush for what it is. The fear and excitement, provide a confusing blend, that also alerted his senses. Fear or excitement can lead to rash mistakes, though it was the lack of it from some of the crowd that truly caused the hairs on his neck to rise.
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Post by doc on Sept 6, 2019 20:28:28 GMT -5
"Him specifically? No. But men of his kind? I know too well, and you should learn too. That, boy, is a hunter." Lex grumbled, straightening his coat. "You go see to the tower, I will talk with this man."
The Hunter could read the old man like a newspaper as he moved towards him; this was a fighter - strong, fast despite his age, and experienced. This was as man who had seen as much death as the Hunter could fathom, and still stood. He knew that this man might not be at his physical peak, but that a lion in winter was a lion still.
"You have business here? With me or the boy? That will not end well." The Hunter couldn't tell if the old man was threatening him...or giving him a warning. "So, shall we discuss your target, if it isn't one of us?"
Powell's body language relaxed the further he got from Charlotte, and even more so once he took to the podium.
"Good Morning, everyone! On behalf of all the hard-working people of Powell Industries, I'm happy to be here with you, the great people of this town, and our friends at the Fourth Estate." His eyes met Charlotte's in a challenge. "Special thanks to the representatives of the War Department for coming out for the unveiling of our latest innovation."
He took a moment to loosen his tie. "My uncle founded the company after the Great War with the goal of using the latest scientific advancements to protect this nation from having to suffer another horrific struggle. Today, I"m happy to announce we have fulfilled his vision. Our latest invention-"
The screech of feedback cut off his announcement.
A new voice spoke through the PA system. Flat. Cold.
"Your new invention will protect no one in this Land of the Decadent, of the foolish. I am JUDGEMENT, and today, you will all face my trials."
(Perception, everyone)
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Post by Mierin on Sept 6, 2019 22:07:34 GMT -5
Charlotte keeps the polite smile on her face as Powell meets her eyes in challenge, not looking away. She listens to his speech, curious to hear what this new invention was when the flat voice interrupts. That doesn't sound good. Charlotte thinks to herself as she looks around for the location of this newcomer who seemed to be bringing trouble with them.
Perception: wjUPXNdd1d201d20
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Post by yendorj on Sept 7, 2019 0:24:30 GMT -5
AO5|TRzO1d20+1 Only if his senses apply, otherwise straight roll.
Hunter smiles, age not a hindrance when the person moves with practice. "You wouldn't have seen me if that was the case. I'm looking for a supposed assassin named The Voice. Some Mayarts fellow asked me to look into rumors of an assassination attempt. Though, if you *were* my target, it'd be an honor."
Hearing the dead pan voice, smiles, "And that would be my target. Excuse me, sir, time to hunt."
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Post by dakota on Sept 16, 2019 9:31:27 GMT -5
Alex hesitated as his uncle walked off to intercept the man he called a hunter, a twinge of concern for his mentors safety, but he knew how capable Lex was and he was never unarmed, so he did as he was told. Little mind was paid to him as he walked over to the tower, spending more time looking up at it than where he was going. Fortunately, people tended to give him a wide birth, though it was not out of courtesy. More often it was pity or worse as he overheard and ignored harsh comments uttered as he passed. Today was no exception, but he buried any emotions their ignorance spurred. As he got almost to the base of the tower, he stopped and tensed as the second voice boomed over the loudspeakers.
Out of instinct, he began looking for the source.
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Post by doc on Sept 17, 2019 5:58:53 GMT -5
In all the commotion, Charlotte could see a couple of spots to change; one was an empty phone booth next to the administrative building, and the other was a spot by the bleachers that had been cleared. There was also some commotion by one of the the radio towers near the main hangar.
The Hunter could barely keep himself together - the sudden rush of panic and anger threatened to overwhelm his senses. The old man stood right beside him. "Hmm, perhaps you are still raw, would you like a spotter?"
Getting near the tower, Alex could spot three things:
The first was that someone had added a transmitter hastily at the top of the tower.
The second was that they had also added explosives.
The third was that two men in masks were climbing down from the tower.
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Post by Mierin on Sept 22, 2019 22:22:52 GMT -5
Charlotte calls out to Sonny “I’m going to find help!” She then runs at her slow human speed away from the crowd toward the phone booth. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, Charlotte enters the phone booth, taking her glasses off as she does so. She changes into her Sentry outfit as quickly as she can, making sure her hair is no longer in a braid and bangs are pushed back. Once she’s ready, Charlotte exits the phone booth and takes to the air, heading toward the radio tower where the disturbance was.
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Post by dakota on Sept 23, 2019 9:37:03 GMT -5
With the commotion brewing, Alex knew there wasn't time for him to do anything but act. He unbuckled his harness and tucked in the straps, allowing him to relax as he looked for the safest direction he could drop the tower away from the gathering and chaos of the frantic crowd, but was not sure it was the best option. A glance up at the two men descending did not give him much time, so he turned his back to the crowd and grabbed a hold of the tower and began to strain as he tried to force it over backwards.
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Post by yendorj on Sept 24, 2019 17:59:15 GMT -5
"Raw, no. For once, unprepared. Yes, I could use a spotter."
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Post by doc on Sept 25, 2019 21:40:50 GMT -5
"Look! Up in the sky!" One onlooker shouted as the Sentry took to the air. "It's her!"
The old man nodded as he scanned about. "Two men near the radio tower. If they are saboteurs..." His head jerked around. "Ah...there's already a man driving a car - modified - he's the getaway driver." He pointed the Hunter past the fences. "Getaway drivers know where the men would be heading."
Alex heaved against the fence with his first charge. The saboteurs are nearly knocked off, but manage to catch themselves.
They draw pistols, quickly seeing Alex below.
As she approached the radio tower, she could see a pair of men in the midst of climbing down drawing guns on a man at the base of the tower. She could also see several devices attached to the top of the tower that did not look standard given her experience in radio.
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Post by yendorj on Sept 27, 2019 0:49:05 GMT -5
iv4m5vAN1d20+5 Called shot
"Thank you. Disable their transportation first." Unslings a cut down rifle, aims along the open sights at the front tire, rides out the recoil, the shot silent, almost unheard.
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