2019-02-18 Transport Downtown

2019-02-18 Transport: Downtown (planning)
Sydney, Wolf

[12:28:00] <Sydney> *With Bain's approval and everything aboveboard, Sydney's taken over the planning area in the basement. Practically every piece of paper is annotated with brightly colored paint markers, in a color-coded system that only seems to make sense to Sydney. Her notes range in usefulness; on one end of the spectrum is Sydney's notes from her earlier successful heist; on the other is a rather detailed drawing of an explosion and stick figures running in fear on pictures of the skyways.*
[12:29:45] <Sydney> *Sydney's currently studying some pictures of the armored trucks they're up against.*
[12:31:24] <Wolf> *Wolf shows up at the safehouse at around 9 am or so, Muffin in tow, as usual. He looks up at Sydney, then scans over the plans.* ... Impressive. You- You did all this in one night?
[12:32:38] <Sydney> Yeah. Who needs sleep anyways? *Despite her words, she's clutching a mug of coffee pretty tightly.*
[12:34:48] <Wolf> *With a chuckle, he hesitantly sets Muffin on the ground, luckily, she's avoided all the papers and found a cozy spot on the carpet.* .. Yeah, yeah. I feel that.
[12:35:25] <Sydney> Helps that I started researching soon as I found out about it.
[12:37:31] <Wolf> *He nods at that, fidgeting.* So, do you have any ideas yet of when we'll get to do this?
[12:39:34] <Sydney> Well, it's a regular route, but if we want whatever that government contractor is moving, we'll have to hit it this Friday. *She takes a long sip of her coffee.*
[12:40:31] <Wolf> Sounds good. *Another nod, staring at the ground.*
[12:41:51] <Sydney> *Sydney pauses, looking at a scrawled list.* You're good with a saw, right?
[12:42:37] <Wolf> *A long laugh, memories back to Harvest.* Of course.
[12:43:49] <Sydney> Sweet. Mind bringing one? Brenda's a big girl.
[12:44:28] <Wolf> Gotcha.
[12:45:03] <Sydney> Aces. Cuz yeah, time's definitely going to be of the essence.
[12:46:03] <Sydney> *She sets her coffee down, then taps at her chin thoughtfully.* Can't decide one part though.
[12:47:18] <Wolf> What part?
[12:48:43] <Sydney> Planting C4 on the skyway. We could do it the night before, climb the outside with some rigging, plant it on the exterior. Or just have someone drop it immediately beforehand, then get to cover. Both are risky in their own way, yeah?
[12:50:31] <Wolf> *He nods, thinking for a moment.* ... See what Dallas thinks. Stealthy stuff's more his department.
[12:52:21] <Sydney> ...Yeah. *She frowns slightly.* Was hoping to let him and Hox kick their feet up for this one. God knows they've earned a break. Wouldn't hurt to ask for advice, though.
[12:53:38] <Wolf> Yeah, yeah. We'd probably be doin' it, let the old men take a break.
[12:54:50] <Sydney> *She nods, then after a moment chuckles.* Oh, I didn't even ask. You got any experience with climbing, rappelling, and shit?
[12:55:37] <Wolf> *He shrugs* Not that I can recall. Sure I'll be fine, though.
[12:57:30] <Sydney> Yeah, it's one thing to be able to do it, it's another to do it sneaky-like. I got experience, but man, I bet I could get the nice shit now, 'stead of the scavenged shit I used to use.
[12:58:05] <Wolf> Course you could. This is America, you can get anything you want if you throw enough money at the right guy.
[13:01:13] <Sydney> Yeah, it's been a long while since I wanted to climb something. 'Course, I was only carrying spray paint before, not C4.
[13:04:12] <Wolf> *Nodding, he takes a seat on the floor now, not wanting to have to move any of her work.* Life's full of firsts.
[13:05:11] <Sydney> *She eyes him, arching an eyebrow.* Everything alright, mate?
[13:06:20] <Wolf> *He flashes a reassuring smile.* Course. You good?
[13:07:26] <Sydney> Yeah, I'm just... *She shakes her head.* Pretty sure I could get ya a chair or something.
[13:08:27] <Wolf> Nah. I'm good. *He chuckles again, as Muffin comes over to him.*
[13:10:10] <Sydney> Aight, suit yourself. *She starts looking over the plans once more.* God, we're gonna need so much fuckin C4. Not just to blow the skyway, but there's gonna be three trucks too.
[13:37:49] <Wolf> *Wolf nods.* Nothing we can't handle.
[13:39:02] <Sydney> *Sydney flashes him a grin.* Yeah. If I could take an armored truck with a fuckwit crew like the Dingoes, this? This'll be easy as pie.
[13:39:32] <Wolf> She'll be right, eh?
[13:39:50] <Sydney> Exactly! *She chuckles.*
[13:41:19] <Wolf> *He smiles too, standing back up.*

2019-02-20 Transport: Downtown (heist)
Sydney, Wolf, Jimmy

[12:02:43] <Sydney> ((Whatcha bringing, also?))
[12:11:08] <Wolf> ((ok. guns))
[12:11:08] <Sydney> ((yeah, "assault rifle", "shotgun" etc is fine. Wolf's bringing the saw, right? Will he be wearing heavy armor?))
[12:11:23] <Wolf> ((yeah probably heavy armor, saw, n a shotgun))
[12:15:04] <Sydney> It's a long couple of hours waiting in the van for the convoy to show. The van is pretty packed. In addition to Sydney's, Jimmy's, and Wolf's individual gear, there's two large satchels full of shaped C4 charges, a couple of drills in case the C4 doesn't quite do the job, a heavy duty saw and extra blades.
[12:15:05] <Sydney> Sydney's in her bulletproof vest, Brenda at her side, her Cobra and her 5/7 holstered. She's filled with excited?or is it nervous?-- energy, and is constantly messing with her guns.
[12:37:01] <Wolf> *Both Wolf and Jimmy's gear is relatively identical to their gear in Russia. Wolf's sat quietly, fidgeting with his shotgun. Jimmy, on the other hand, has decided to try to catch up on the several missions of conversation he's missed, to no avail, likely. He won't stop talking, though.*
[12:40:49] <Sydney> *Sydney keeps up for a while, but eventually tires out. She's started paying more attention to the monitor rigged up to display a remote feed of some nearby traffic cameras. At last, in the early afternoon, the convoy of three black and grey armored Gensec trucks comes into view. The C4 was planted the night before, so all that's left to do is wait for the right moment to trigger it.*
[12:44:35] <Wolf> *Soon as Wolf's got view of the trucks, he springs up, clapping his hands.* Alright. 'S almost time.
[12:48:32] <Sydney> ((Wolf, give me a 1d6 for Wolf and Jimmy))
[12:48:36] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[12:48:36] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[12:48:43] <Wolf> !roll 2d6
[12:48:43] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 2d6 and gets: 6 [4, 2]
[12:50:18] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns.* Fuck. You see that? *She points at a car following the convoy. A black Suburban SUV. Though it's unmarked, it's a familiar, unwelcome sight for any ne'er-do-wells of Washington DC. There's definitely G-men of some sort inside.*
[12:51:01] <Wolf> *He scowls in return.* .. Fuck. Eh, we got enough bullets.
[12:51:41] <Sydney> *Her frown turns into a smirk.* Well, this just confirms there's something extra special in one of the trucks.
[12:52:52] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's up now, visibly unable to contain his excitement.* Right, right, right! Secrets worth keepin' 'n all that!
[12:54:44] <Sydney> ((Gimme a 1d6))
[12:55:12] <Sydney> ((Wait, no, 2))
[12:55:27] <Wolf> !roll 2d6
[12:55:27] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 2d6 and gets: 4 [2, 2]
[12:56:46] <Sydney> *The end of the skyway explodes in a shower of glass, messily severing its connection to the building opposite. With a great creaking groan, the now unsupported, loose end falls to the ground, blocking off traffic. Unfortunately, the timing was a little off; the first Gensec truck has been partially crushed underneath the skyway.*
[12:57:20] <Wolf> .. Shit.
[12:58:29] <Sydney> Ah well. Let's make things crazy. *Sydney masks up, grabs her Brenner, and hops out of the van.*
[12:59:22] <Wolf> *He nods, headed out of the van with his mask up, soon followed by Jimmy.*
[13:02:26] <Sydney> *Sydney leads the way, darting past shocked bystanders through to a glass-fronted lobby on the ground floor, facing the roadway. She pauses before going through, waiting both for the others and to get the lay of the land.*
[13:05:13] <Wolf> *Wolf's quick behind, Jimmy too.*
[13:08:15] <Sydney> *There's one visibly wounded and dazed guard stands by the partially crushed truck; one guard near the middle truck, two by the third truck, and 3 federal agents have exited the Suburban, making their way towards the trucks. Sydney swings her Brenner up, firing on the closest guard, the one by the middle truck.*
[13:08:20] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:08:20] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[13:09:04] <Sydney> *The guard goes down, bleeding from a nasty gutshot.*
[13:10:03] <Wolf> *Wolf's headed towards the wounded one, put him out of his misery, eh?*
[13:10:11] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[13:10:11] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[13:11:10] <Sydney> *Already going in shock, the guard doesn't even notice Wolf before the shotgun blast hits him.*
[13:12:12] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's got htis!! He's focused on the agents. Suits are not to be trusted, as we all know.*
[13:12:46] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[13:12:46] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:14:06] <Sydney> ((Gimme a 1d2))
[13:14:19] <Jimmy> !roll 1d2
[13:14:19] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d2 and gets: 2 [2]
[13:16:02] <Sydney> *Jimmy probably should have spent less time talking and more time checking his guns. One of his SMGs jams, the other's shots go wide, peppering nearby stopped cars.*
[13:16:21] <Sydney> ((Everyone gimme a 1d6))
[13:16:24] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:16:24] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[13:16:26] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[13:16:26] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:16:31] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[13:16:31] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:27:22] <Sydney> *As the guards and feds start firing back, Sydney expertly takes cover against the bulletproof armored car. *
[13:27:22] <Sydney> *The armored truck guards are one thing, but these federal agents are better armed and trained. Jimmy takes cover, but it's not in a good position; two of the agents are already flanking him, with the third providing cover fire to prevent Jimmy from moving.*
[13:29:20] <Jimmy> FUCK, FUCK- *He's on the comms, clearly panicked.* FUCKIN SUITS, HELP- *He's got a firm grip on the smg, a weak attempt at return fire.*
[13:29:33] <Sydney> *Wolf takes a shot in the side from the third truck's guards. Luckily he's got his vest on, but a lingering pain in his ribs suggest a deeper injury.*
[13:30:12] <Sydney> ((Gimme a 1d6 from jimmy for the return fire))
[13:30:24] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[13:30:25] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 3 [3]
[13:31:30] <Sydney> *Jimmy's shots are enough to give one of the flanking agents pause; while they're still approaching, Jimmy will only have to deal with one at a time rather than both at once.*
[13:32:08] <Sydney> *Sydney takes aim at the agents, firing off a burst with her Brenner.*
[13:32:12] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:32:12] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 3 [3]
[13:32:58] <Wolf> *Wolf gives a sharp hiss at the pain, but powering through and firing as well.*
[13:33:01] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[13:33:01] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[13:34:06] <Sydney> *Sydney manages to force the third agent back into cover, and Wolf manages to get one of the agents in the shoulder just as he's about to round the corner where Jimmy's hiding.*
[13:34:58] <Sydney> *Not dead, but down and probably out of the fight.*
[13:35:36] <Sydney> ((Alrighty, another round of 1d6s))
[13:35:40] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:35:41] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[13:35:42] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[13:35:43] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:35:47] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[13:35:47] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:41:18] <Sydney> *Wolf comes under fire again, and after taking a glancing shot to his arm, manages to throw himself behind cover. Unfortunately, it's right where a good deal of shattered glass has landed. In breaking his fall with his hands, his gloves get shredded and his hands get pretty scraped up.*
[13:44:06] <Wolf> *He hisses when the glass makes contact, a shaky call on the comms.* Fuck, my fucking gloves-
[13:46:12] <Sydney> *Jimmy's so focused on preventing the second agent's advance that he doesn't notice the first, wounded agent has dragged himself past the edge of Jimmy's cover, and fires at him from behind. Luckily, the dying agent's aim is way off, but Jimmy's other SMG is shot out of his hands, leaving him with only his pistols for functioning guns.*
[13:47:53] <Jimmy> .. *He makes a slow turn to the wounded agent the second that happens.* Alright, you fuckin' bastard child. *He points the pistol directly at said agent, firing.*
[13:50:10] <Sydney> *The agent was on death's door to begin with, and can't avoid the shot.*
[13:50:46] <Sydney> *Sydney lets off a burst at the third trucks' guards, seeing them start to advance on her position.*
[13:50:51] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:50:51] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[13:58:01] <Sydney> *Unfortunately, Sydney's shots miss their mark, and she repositions herself into cover on the other side of the middle Gensec truck. She doesn't notice the small, square-shaped divot in the truck's door until the gun port opens and the guard still inside fires.*
[13:58:04] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[13:58:04] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[14:03:55] <Sydney> *Sydney takes a shotgun blast from behind. Most of the shot is taken by her vest, but a couple pellets catch her neck and back of the head, beneath the protection of the back of the mask. She's knocked off her feet.*
[14:06:32] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's back on that second agent, firing again.*
[14:06:38] <Jimmy> ((whos still left?))
[14:06:53] <Sydney> ((Two guards by the third truck, two agents))
[14:07:49] <Wolf> *Wolf's got one of the truck guards, then.*
[14:07:53] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[14:07:53] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[14:07:57] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[14:07:57] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[14:10:38] <Sydney> *Jimmy manages to take down one of the remaining agents, but there must be some glass splinters embedded in Wolf's hands, as sudden needle-like pain makes it difficult for him to even shoot his gun.*
[14:13:11] <Wolf> *Wolf winces, shaking hands quickly holster his gun.* F-Fuck-
[14:14:18] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[14:14:18] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[14:16:10] <Sydney> *Groaning, Sydney throws herself onto her back, raising Brenda and firing off a perfectly aimed shot just as the gun port opens again. Loud cursing from inside the truck can be heard, and the gun port closes for good.*
[14:17:43] <Jimmy> !roll 1d6
[14:17:43] <RNGesus> Jimmy rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[14:17:48] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[14:17:48] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[14:19:58] <Sydney> *With his akimbo pistols, Jimmy manages to shoot both of the remaining guards, one of them critically. The remaining federal agent starts to retreat.*
[14:20:40] <Sydney> *Wolf's further attempts to shoot only seem to be exacerbating his injuries.*
[14:21:35] <Sydney> ((the two guards are down, but one of them might still be able to shoot if someone gets close*
[14:22:01] <Wolf> *Holstering again, he dives into cover. There's got to be some way to get the pain to fucking stop*
[14:22:46] <Sydney> ((At this point, not without painkillers, or tweezers and a lot of time))
[14:23:23] <Wolf> *Well fuck*
[14:25:08] <Sydney> *Seeing the enemies finally downed, Sydney cautiously moves to the back of the middle truck, opening up the satchel of C4 she's carrying. She starts piling on the shaped charges at the hinges. As an afterthought, because one of the other trucks is probably a wash, she sticks another C4 charge right up on the gun port. Because fuck you, that's why.*
[14:26:22] <Wolf> *Wolf's back on the comms, not easily, though.* You- You need any help with the c4?
[14:27:06] <Sydney> ((Wolf's got the other satchel; the charges are split between the two of them))
[14:28:00] <Wolf> *Gothcha. He's on the other uncrushed truck, securing the charges on the hinges to the best of his ability.*
[14:29:17] <Sydney> *The charges set, Sydney looks around, checking the location of the others. It then occurs to her she should probably also check in with them.* Everyone still breathing?
[14:29:50] <Jimmy> Somehow, yeah. *A small giggle.*
[14:32:24] <Sydney> *She tries to keep too much concern from entering her voice.* Wolf, how you doing?
[14:33:07] <Wolf> F-Fine. *He's not the priority right now, he says to himself.*
[14:34:39] <Sydney> *A pause.* Alright then. Everyone get into cover, then we'll blow these fuckers open.
[14:35:13] <Wolf> *He does so, rubbing at his hands almost instinctually.*
[14:37:37] <Sydney> *After getting into cover, Sydney adds as an afterthought,* There's someone in the second truck. Got me through the gun port. C4 should probably get him, but I'd rather not push my luck.
[14:37:47] <Sydney> Be ready, yeah?
[14:38:06] <Wolf> C-Course.
[14:39:40] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[14:39:40] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[14:41:23] <Sydney> *With a grim smile, Sydney detonates the charges on the middle truck. The doors are blown open, and the C4 charge near the gun port takes care of whoever was inside.*
[14:42:24] <Jimmy> *Jimmy lets out a loud whoop when the explosives go off. Fuck yeah!*
[14:46:55] <Sydney> *The nagging, unpleasant feeling Sydney's been trying to ignore finally reaches a tipping point, and Sydney takes a moment to feel the back of her head, trying to gauge her injuries. Her hand comes away bloody, but that's not saying much; scalp injuries always bleed like a bitch. She fucking hates the feeling of blood in her hair though. Her jaw clenches.*
[14:48:13] <Wolf> *Wolf's C4 goes off, too, and once it does Wolf's come out of cover, headed towards Sydney.* You-
[14:48:17] <Wolf> You good?
[14:49:32] <Sydney> *Sydney knows better than to nod, but notices Wolf's own injuries.* Yeah, I'm good. You?
[14:50:10] <Wolf> *He fidgets again, trying not to show his hands.* I'll be fine.
[14:51:51] <Sydney> Aight. Let's fuckin do this before the pigs show up.
[14:52:33] <Wolf> Gotcha. *He runs into the closest one, prepping the saw to the best of his ability.*
[14:53:52] <Sydney> *As expected, the boxes closest to the doors of the truck are wrecked, their contents destroyed. Further inside lay undamaged boxes, along with the corpse of the guard inside.*
[14:55:11] <Wolf> *Wolf comes to that conclusion too, nearly dropping the blade before setting it down and shouting.* I-I'm not sure I should-
[15:09:03] <Sydney> *Impatient and pissy, Sydney snatches the saw, snarling,* You want me to kiss it better, you pussy? *Before he can respond, she's jumped inside the truck and starts up the saw.*
[15:10:21] <Wolf> *He's decided he won't answer that out loud, stepping back to give her some space.*
[15:11:47] <Sydney> !roll 1d3
[15:11:47] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d3 and gets: 1 [1]
[15:11:57] <Sydney> !roll 1d2
[15:11:57] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d2 and gets: 1 [1]
[15:17:00] <Sydney> *Despite her frustration and anger, Sydney starts to crack a smile as box after box is slowly opened. Cold hard cash, and lots of it. Her grin swiftly fades though, as even over the noise of the saw, approaching sirens can be heard.*
[15:19:47] <Jimmy> 's showtime, kiddos! *He cackles, giving a quick moment to reload his weapons.*
[15:28:20] <Sydney> *Sydney saws the last few boxes open, and inspects their contents. Papers and heirlooms. Sydney all but screams,* MOTHERFUCKING SONOVA BITCH!!! *She hops out, looks to the others.* Start bagging the cash, get it up to the helipad. I'm gonna go for the other truck.
[15:29:22] <Sydney> *She ejects the sawblade, slotting a fresh one before sprinting off to the truck.*
[15:29:26] <Jimmy> *Jimmy flashes a quick thumbs up, and he and Wolf head towards the cash and start bagging it up.*
[15:29:58] <Sydney> *The sirens are getting real, real close. Only a block or so away.*
[17:17:21] <Sydney> *Jimmy and Wolf work quickly, and there's about four bags' worth of cash.*
[17:18:34] <Wolf> *Wolf relays this to Sydney, taking a quick peek of the situation outside.*
[17:21:41] <Sydney> *Not good. Wolf can see flashing lights, and it seems like they're starting to gather just out of view. They're smart enough to stay out sightlines, but they must be just around the corner.*
[17:23:05] <Wolf> .. Shit.
[17:24:05] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d3 and gets: 3 [3]
[17:27:51] <Wolf> *Wolf's on the comms* We should probably get going, yeah?
[17:32:13] <Sydney> Go! I'll be there in a bloody second! *Sydney's sawing open the compartments like a maniac. And this time, she strikes gold. It only gives her pause for a moment, though, and she keeps going. Eyes on the real prize.*
[17:33:34] <Wolf> *Both men do so, each taking 2 bags.*
[17:37:51] <Sydney> *The next box she saws open seems almost empty at first, at least until she spots the black external hard drive, luckily protected from the explosion by a durable shock absorbent case. Sydney's grin splits her face.* Fucking paydirt. *She tucks the hard drive into her pocket, and grabs one of the bars of gold. She's about to bag the rest when she spots movement from down the street.*
[17:38:49] <Sydney> *It's a long four flights of stairs, made all the more exhausting by the heavy bags they're carrying.*
[17:40:22] <Sydney> *Sydney's cursing up a storm on the radio.* I could use some fucking cover fire if you gents haven't already left yet!
[17:42:07] <Wolf> *Wolf moves towards his comm before Jimmy throws his bags at his feet, running out to provide said cover fire.*
[17:52:54] <Sydney> *Sydney's taken cover in the side doorframe of the truck, but there's a SWAT team advancing on her, fast. She can't bring her Brenner to bear in the tight quarters, so she's got her Cobra out, spraying fire when she can. As soon as Jimmy starts distracting them, she leaves the saw behind and just fucking runs for it.*
[17:53:03] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[17:53:03] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[17:58:57] <Sydney> *The momentary distraction provided by Jimmy is just enough. Half laughing, half screaming, a bar of gold in one hand and blind firing an SMG in the other, Sydney makes it into the building. She charges up the stairs like a bat out of hell.*
[18:01:05] <Wolf> *Wolf's not far behind, trudging behind, muscles sore from carrying the bags. Jimmy's there, too, grabbing his bags and following behind.*
[18:03:52] <Sydney> *On the roof awaits their ride. Bile starts spinning up the chopper the moment he sees the door open, his voice crackling onto the radio.* Let's go, people! Move, move!
[18:03:57] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[18:03:57] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[18:06:11] <Wolf> *Once they're at the top, Wolf's out of breath, practically passed out. Jimmy seems relatively unphased. Wolf laughs a bit, though.* H-Holy shit-
[18:27:42] <Sydney> *Wolf is shoved from behind by Sydney. Not hard, just enough to get his attention.* We're not bloody done yet.
[18:28:43] <Wolf> *He nods, looking up, waiting for the heli to get in position.*
[18:29:13] <Sydney> *Heli's already on the roof, Bile's starting the engine up*
[18:31:22] <Wolf> *Right, right. He's started to throw his bags into the heli, making sure nobody else appears in that doorway.*
[18:36:36] <Sydney> *Good thing he did. Someone walks round the corner as Sydney and Jimmy get into the heli.*
[18:36:51] <Sydney> ((Don't need to roll since you got the jump on him))
[18:37:10] <Wolf> S-Shit- *He fumbles for the shotgun, firing it before getting into the heli too.*
[18:39:00] <Sydney> *The guy's got a ballistic vest, but he's staggered long enough for Wolf to get into the chopper. The helicopter lifts off, with the cops taking a few potshots at it, but they manage to get out of there.*
[18:39:36] <Wolf> *Wolf's rubbing at his hands, adhrenaline finally giving way to the pain.* F-Fucking shit, man-
[18:40:19] <Sydney> *Sydney all but shouts,* That's how it's fucking done!
[18:44:33] <Wolf> Right, right, *Wolf sighs, looking around.* M.. Made it in one piece, too.
[18:46:11] <Sydney> *Sydney's rummaging around in the heli's cache of first aid supplies to find some gauze bandages to put pressure on her wounded neck.* Think I brought a few extra pieces with me, if I'm bein' honest.

2019-02-20 Transport: Downtown (debrief)

[19:24:20] <Sydney> *After a stop at a Bain-approved black market medic, Sydney's neck is properly treated and bandaged. The medic also looks over Wolf's hands, getting rid of the worst of the glass shards. The group then makes their way to the safehouse, basking in the glow of their sizable haul.*
[19:27:22] <Wolf> *The pain in Wolf's hands has... changed. He can't tell if it's for the worse or the better. He really can't. When they're back at the safehouse, he sits down on the couch, wincing as he's reminded of that pain in his side. Eh. He'll be fine.* Amazing. H-Honestly amazing.
[19:30:41] <Sydney> Fuckin' right? We're fucking unstoppable! *She flops down on the couch opposite, wincing slightly, but still overall overjoyed.*
[19:34:06] <Wolf> *Jimmy gives similar cheering, sitting down as well.*
[19:35:39] <Sydney> Fuck, I was sure I was a goner for a bit there. Fucking hell.
[19:36:47] <Wolf> *Wolf nods, and Jimmy sighs, speaking.* Y-Yeah, same here.
[19:39:05] <Sydney> *Sydney suddenly sits up, remembering something.* Oi, you wouldn't happen to have wrapping paper anywhere 'round here, would you?
[19:41:31] <Wolf> *Wolf thinks for a moment, nodding.* Probably. Yeah?
[19:45:07] <Wolf> .. *He nods again, intrigued.* Why?
[19:49:40] <Sydney> Gotta make it up to Hox. And Dallas, too. My take's going to them. *She's about to shrug, then thinks better of it. She eventually corrects herself* Most of it. Okay, some of it. *Another pause, then she shakes her head.* Nah, most of it.
[19:50:49] <Wolf> Considerate. *He smiles, nodding.*
[19:51:18] <Sydney> Nah, mate. Considerate would've been not shooting the guy.
[19:59:24] <Wolf> Considarate as in you're owning up to your actions. I don't do that. *As Wolf speaks, Jimmy stands up, headed back to his van.*
[20:02:45] <Sydney> Yeah. It's kinda a new thing for me, if I'm being honest. It feels... *She pauses, struggling to come up with a word.* I dunno. Different.
[20:03:43] <Wolf> *He nods.* .. Yeah, yeah. Makes sense. Different.
[20:05:23] <Sydney> Dunno if it's different bad or different good. But for now it's just different.
[20:09:46] <Wolf> I get that.
[20:12:27] <Sydney> *Sydney's eyes grow distant.* An inch. That's all it was.
[20:12:49] <Wolf> .. What do you mean?
[20:23:51] <Sydney> *She rubs the back of her neck, just shy of where her bandages start.* An inch, maybe a little more, up and to the right. Would have been the end of me. Wouldn't have even lasted long enough to hit the ground.
[20:29:13] <Wolf> *He sighs, looking down.* .. Well that's not what happened.
[20:29:16] <Wolf> You're alive.
[20:33:09] <Sydney> *She turns away from the table, facing him. She smirks.* Yeah. I am. And so are you.
[20:36:14] <Wolf> *He laughs, nodding.* Yeah, yeah. Somehow.
[20:39:33] <Sydney> *She bites her lip, thinking for a long few moments.*
[20:40:08] <Wolf> E.. Everything good?
[20:40:45] <Sydney> ...Wanna get out of here?
[20:42:49] <Wolf> *He smiles, nodding.* Yes, yes. Of course.
[20:47:29] <Sydney> *She returns his smile.* Good. *She glances around, lowers her voice.* Look, this doesn't change anything. I just really need to feel alive right now.
[20:48:35] <Wolf> *He doesn't respond, looking down a bit as he stands up.*
[20:51:39] <Sydney> *She glances at him, noticing his reluctance.* Don't have to if you don't want to, mate.
[20:52:28] <Wolf> No, no. *He looks back up, smiling.* It's okay.
[20:54:11] <Sydney> Aight. Let's be off then, yeah?
[20:55:11] <Sydney> ((sydney should not be near her apartment anytime rn because oh god if the cops come to ask about that guy and she's got a visible gunshot wound))
[21:01:35] <Wolf> *A small nod, smiling.* Yeah, yeah.
[21:15:44] <Sydney> *The next morning, back at the safehouse, Sydney's got Wolf's wrist pinned to the table, a pair of tweezers in her free hand. She grumbles,* Fuck, I almost had it. Stop fucking flinching.
[21:16:45] <Wolf> *He grumbles, securing his own wrist.* Apologies that it hurts like literal hell.
[21:18:49] <CrewChief> ((Yo, Wolf! Did you end up calling your wife?))
[21:19:08] <CrewChief> ((Ex-wife? Man, Schroedinger's wife.))
[21:19:13] <Sydney> You don't see me whining, and I literally got shot. *An utter, completely baldfaced lie. She's been complaining to him, frequently.*
[21:20:09] <Wolf> Uh-huh. *His voice reeks of sarcasam, but the chatter seems to have calmed him down.*
[21:20:14] <Wolf> ((nah))
[21:20:40] <Wolf> ((she probably thinks hes dead and he thinks its best to keep it that way))
[21:24:02] <Sydney> *Which was her aim to begin with. With him momentarily distracted, she goes in for another pass, this time managing to secure and pull out a hair-thin splinter of glass from the palm of his hand. She holds it up to the light, barely even able to see it herself.* Fuck that one was tiny. *She adds it to the small pile.* Think that was all of them?
[21:25:16] <Wolf> *He winces, clenching and then unclenchig his fist.* Y.. Yeah. Feels good.
[21:31:08] <Sydney> Yeah, glass is the worst. All good now though?
[21:31:32] <Wolf> *Another nod.* Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

2019-02-17 The Croatians
Butcher, Dragan

[19:19:19] <Sydney> *The Butcher. Everyone does a double take when they meet her. How could this small, middle-aged lady be the arms dealer and smuggler feared and respected throughout Europe, and beyond? And then they learn to look closer. Much like the Interpol agent investigating her had. She had given him a glimpse at her operation, and then given him a knife to the gut. His body hits the floor, and she calls for an aide to deal with it. She turns to the other Interpol agent, secretly her confidante, Dragan, with a smile.*
[19:21:15] <Sydney> *She speaks in Croatian.* A pity your assignment had to end, but we both knew Interpol would figure it out eventually.
[19:48:54] <Dragan> * he looks at the corpse on the floor, then up at the butcher* Yeah, so, what's next, huh?
[19:51:22] <Sydney> It is time for you to spread your wings. *She pauses, then explains,* Your betrayal will not go unnoticed by Interpol, so we must get you out of Europe. What do you think about America?
[20:06:02] <Dragan> America, huh? *he chuckles to himself* Well, they do say it's the land of opportunity, What's my job?
[20:13:07] <Sydney> I will be talking to the man known as Bain. The deal I hope to make involves you joining his gang of clowns. You shall go there, make noise, show the Americans that Croatians are not to be...how do the Americans say it? 'Messed with.' You shall also investigate potential suppliers and buyers.
[20:14:13] <Sydney> I will no doubt have more specific jobs in mind for you, as they come up.
[02-19 21:05:17] <Dragan> Alright, then. So, when do you think this deal will go down, exactly?
[21:07:12] <Sydney> I will be calling Bain shortly. If all goes well, your flight leaves tomorrow.
[21:08:33] <Sydney> I know it is sudden, but Interpol moves fast.