"We need a means to neutralize his guards and him. I'd say stun guns and tranq darts for the guards..and we deal with the Freakmaker himself as we deal with the guards. Means we need to time it right.." Quinn suggested looking around the room.
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 29, 2010 10:28:49 GMT -5
Troublshooter grins. "Power Amrour. Can you get us any information on the location."
Power shrugged. Wordlessly, and with some energy, he thumbed away at the ubiquetously present portable game device. He was probably playing before, during the meeting, too. After a couple of minutes, he handed it to Tharsis to make sure it was the right house (it was an arial view, similar google maps. nicely detailed, Tharsis could almost make out the cameras he had seen the day before, and another tab had some sketched floorplans). "That's the standard model floorplan. Probably a display unit." Power Armour says. "But I doubt some evil genuis is not going to change the floorplan."
"I have a few pre-mades and can whip a few surprises quickly. Not pretty but effective. Let me at a lab and access to some SWAT team Non-lethals takedown items..." he smirked, "Karson I like how you think."
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 1, 2010 15:12:02 GMT -5
"Alright." Karson says. "I'll give you 24 hours to get yourselves ready. It means I need good evidence, or at least cause. And hearing things through the window won't be enough."
THat means, you see, the raid will be on Thursday. That mean plot convergence with the other team! Holy crap, was I planning this since the beginning? Was I just lucky? Do I wear a codfish on my head? If you answered "yes" to all these questions, stop drinking mountain dew and sleep at night.
Miranda nods at Karson as she says with a grin. "Understood. We'll be ready."
"They say that all the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everyone is adlibbing their lines! Maybe that's why it's so hard to figure out if we're in a tragedy or a farce. We need more special effects and dance numbers." -- Calvin & Hobbes
"Shouldn't take long..I need tone some mini-Bombs for close quarters." he nodded, "That I was wonder what was legal and what was not before I go off with items I might get arrested fore." he follows Carson to see what he could whip up and in the short time he had.
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 16, 2010 9:39:25 GMT -5
Karson leads Arcadian first to a weapons locker, grabbing a case of grenades, smoke bombs, stun grenades, etc. Lobbing weapons. "Alright. THese are the manufactured weapons. Every ingredient is in here. But, remember, they're ready to go so handle with care. We don't keep too much in raw supplies, so start with these."
And, Karson leads Arcadian to his "lab". It was actually a bomb room. If the thickness of the walls didn't give it a way, the light that was brand new, with new wire mesh over it, contrasted against the blackened dinted wall did.
"This is your lab." Karson said. "If you need a bomb suit, I'll get you one. THere are no cameras, and the only window is the one in the door, so you won't be watched. That means you're doing this at your own risk. Got it? You blow up, we won't know until the janitor comes by. I'll try and scounge up some materials fom the confiscated pile."
In the meeting room, Power Armour looked around. "Soo... This Freakmaker. He have a team or does he work alone?"
"He has powered thugs. One, Iron Golem, is pretty dangerous." Troubleshooter says. "So he's our top priority. He needs to be taken out before we can even get to Freak Maker."
"Jimminy. More than the Hellhoud fellow?" SPM asks. "Golly gosh, we'll need the SWAT team right away, then."
"Well. I guess if we can get a shot of Mr. Golem, that would be enough to have suspicion, or cause, right?" Troubleshooter says.
" If I could get inside, probably." Jamison nodded. " Problem is getting in, and if I'm sniffed out. I don't do so well in tight quarters like indoors, so if I'm found out, I'll need back up in a hurry."
Satan: Hey, ummm....you sold me your soul last week and-- Me: Sorry, no returns. Satan: Yeah, it's just it's a lot more twisted than I thought and-- Me: No returns.
Quinn looked at the flash bombs and Breaching gear. It was similar to what was used Paragon and his elite teams. He was looking to get a Mini-flash bomb and get his smoke and other gas bombs to have a smaller range. Indoors a ten-foot blast radius would be no good. the process meant using less of the chemical to get less range.
He also wonder if the bombs could go on arrow heads..a bow could shoot further than he threw..He'd been taught how to use one and regularly practiced. Heckler insisted he learn all the arts of missile weapons. The lesson was not that it needed. but that he not reduce himself to using a gun. Guns to his mentor and adoptive father were tools of those who lacked skill and the intelligence to properly solve problems. as Heckler said "if have to shoot a problem,your not solving it."
On the other side heckler knew not all combat was close hand and he needed a missile weapon. one more adaptive. Heckler loved the bow..he had trick arrows and knives. It was where Quinn got the idea. now he put together a few..He knocked on a door. one it opened he asked.
"You have a weapons specialist? I need to make some special arrow heads..I could muddle my way through but it would be fast if someone showed how to." he state simply.