2019-01-20 Murky Station (heist)

2019-01-20 Murky Station (heist)
Jimmy, Sydney, Hoxton, Wolf, Dallas

[18:38:29] <Dallas> *Twitch turns up at the safehouse with a marked cardboard box that has Jimmy's name on the label. Inside, a set of rough workclothes, a hard hat, boots, and a safety vest--to which is pinned a fairly convincing ID fashioned after the ones the workers at the trainyard carry. The boots, sadly, are two sizes too big.*
[18:41:10] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's already there, having gotten bored at around 3 am or so. He's discovered this boot situation, distressed. He's got the rest of the outfit on, though.* Ah, fuck. *Dot, however, loves the boots. She's taken one to go chew on in the corner.*
[18:42:38] <Dallas> *What's the hair situation look like, Jimmy? Floofy?*
[18:43:47] <Jimmy> *Floofy, yes. It's sticking out from under the hat.*
[18:45:26] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns.* I got some hair gel if that'd help.
[18:47:10] <Jimmy> *He looks at Sydney, grabbing the boot from Dot.* .. Nah, man. 'S good. I like it this way. Boots're too big, by the way.
[18:47:11] <Hoxton> And I some scissors. *He chuckles*
[18:48:08] <Jimmy> *Jimmy immediately looks over in fear at that.* .. Fuck no. No cutting my hair.
[18:49:28] <Hoxton> Just kiddin. *Hox is already geared up as well. Light vest, the silenced guns in their holster. He has packed a pair of smoke grenades just to be sure. The sniper rifle is greased up and he'll at least take it along.*
[18:50:09] <Dallas> *Dallas is cutting another box open. Nestled into packing peanuts, a couple familiar black devices with short antennas. ECMs Bain sent along to help them deal with the cameras, though he admitted he isn't sure how they'll interact with drones.*
[18:51:10] <Jimmy> *Neglected to mention, Dot's in the Doberman skin now. She keeps stopping to look at herself in mirrors. So pretty.*
[18:51:56] <Hoxton> *Hox goes and inspects the ECMs. How many in the box?*
[18:52:23] <Dallas> *Short notice, so four. One each.*
[18:53:52] <Jimmy> *He looks at the others, still fidgeting with the boots.* ..Hey, fellas, m' boots don't fit.
[18:54:26] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over at him, then down to his boots.* Can you walk in them all right?
[18:54:36] <Sydney> *Sydney's in her light vest as well. She's got her 5/7 and Cobra holstered, and silencers on each. She's got the night vision binocs ready to go.* I have whole buncha boots. Let's see if one of 'em fits, yeah?
[18:54:51] <Jimmy> .. Maybe? Not sure. *He stands up, trying his hardest.*
[18:55:23] <Dallas> If you're not sure, better wear your own. I doubt they'd notice your shoes in the dark.
[18:56:06] <Hoxton> Yeah. Better that than trippin all over the place.
[18:56:59] <Dallas> *Dallas looks him up and down. How does he look? Convincing enough? Anything weird that stands out?*
[18:57:07] <Dallas> *I mean, aside from the floofy hair.*
[18:57:28] <Jimmy> *Not particularly, no. More or less, Jimmy looks like a regular guy when he's sober.*
[18:59:29] <Dallas> Yeah, that's perfect, actually. *He reaches out, tips the hard hat down a little over his face.* Just don't let 'em get a good look at you. You'll be fine.
[19:00:38] <Dallas> *There's a toolbox Dallas scrounged up from Chains' workshop downstairs. Emptied out and wiped of prints so Jimmy can put whatever gear he needs in there.*
[19:01:02] <Dallas> *... and loot. Don't forget loot.*
[19:01:12] <Jimmy> *He nods.* Yeah, yeah. Got it. *He stops.* .. Oh, forgot to mention. Are me an' Dot gonna be out at the same time? Cause if we are someone else is gonna have to control her.
[19:03:44] <Hoxton> How...ya got some controller for that?
[19:04:20] <Jimmy> Yeah. Got a little laptop. 'S in my van, gonna grab it on the way out.
[19:10:58] <Dallas> *Dallas holsters his pistol, checks his watch.* Everybody good to go?
[19:11:13] <Hoxton> Born ready. Let's do this.
[19:11:43] <Jimmy> Hell yeah.
[19:11:44] <Sydney> *Sydney nods.* Ready.
[19:13:42] <Dallas> *Out to the van, and then a long drive out to Murkywater with Twitch at the wheel. With five heisters and a dog on the team, the van's more lively than it's been in a long time. Somebody roll a d6 and let's see if the snow's melted completely away, or we got more.*
[19:14:25] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[19:14:25] <RNGesus Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[19:14:54] <Dallas> *The snow's all but gone, melted to water. No worries about incriminating footprints tonight.*
[19:16:06] <Hoxton> *Hox is sitting in the back, his grinning mask on his lap. He looks eager and ready. Clearly eager to show his best tonight. And a crammed van? Almost like old times and he actually enjoys the bustle.*
[19:17:40] <Sydney> *Sydney's nervous, but for once it's not offset by her usual barely-contained excitement.*
[19:18:14] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's staring off into space, surprisingly quiet. Dot, on the other hand, is absolutely ecstatic at the number of people so close to her!! So many pets!!*
[19:20:23] <Hoxton> *He speaks up. Trying to loosen the tension* Mh. Wonder what kinda loot we might haul from the fuckin murkies.
[19:21:01] <Dallas> *The dog gets a couple absentminded ruffles from Dallas. He says* You mentioned something about weapons?
[19:21:43] <Jimmy> *Jimmy tries to looks over at Wolf, wrapped in a big blanket and petting Dot.* L-Look, man, I'm sorry- *Jimmy's immediately cut off by a middle finger from Wolf. He doesn't try to say anything else.*
[19:22:20] <Hoxton> Yeah. The fellas by the river mentioned some kinda guns bein hauled down there. Gage will love that shit.
[19:27:27] <Dallas> *Twitch pulls over a block away from where they parked last time. He says he'll find a less conspicuous place to park, and to call him over if they need anything.*
[19:29:02] <Jimmy> *Jimmy hops out, patting Dot on the head before looking Wolf directly in the eyes.* I'm trusting you. *Wolf doesn't respond to this, so he puts his hard hat back on, surveying the immediate area.*
[19:30:38] <Hoxton> *Masking time, fellas. Hox puts on his grinning mask, getting out of the van. Armed with an ecm and opening the holsters for his interceptors. He looks around.* So dockside?
[19:32:15] <Dallas> *Did Hoxton make arrangements with Bain to have the boatman take him to the dock?*
[19:33:19] <Hoxton> *He'd have pressed for a dockside entry. So if it isnt too late, then yes.*
[19:36:37] <Dallas> *The boat's waiting a short walk away, down by the water. Sleek craft with a small trolling engine, barely makes any noise. It'd be a tight fit for all over them and the dog, plus the bomb, but there's plenty of room for Hox and Bain's guy.*
[19:37:13] <Sydney> *Sydney meanwhile makes her way to her vantage point on the bridge.*
[19:38:31] <Hoxton> *Hox heads for the boat, stretching his fingers in their telltale blue gloves. The thrill of work to be done is intoxicating. And yet he wills himself to focus, looking back if anyone is joining him for the docks. A curt nod at Bain's man.*
[19:38:54] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's trying his absolute hardest to act casual, making his way into the dockyard Very Casually. Wolf, meanwhile, is figuring out Dot's controls, it's simple enough for him.*
[19:38:58] <Dallas> *Dallas watches Sydney go, nods to Jimmy. Let's go. Without hesitation, he scales the outer fence, hopping down the other side and leading the way back down the stairs to the inner perimeter.*
[19:40:32] <Dallas> *Bain's man nods back. He holds the boat steady to shore to let him board, then pushes away and starts off at a low purr down the black water.*
[19:41:21] <Dallas> *And Sydney--doesn't look like anything's changed since last night. Multiple Murkywater uniforms on patrol. There's some sparking in the aisle between two trains. Looks like a worker doing some welding.*
[19:41:34] <Jimmy> *Jimmy chooses to go under the fence again, can't risk the outfit tearing. A few paces behind him is Dot, and Wolf chimes in on the comms.* This is a stupid idea.
[19:41:44] <Hoxton> *Hox puts his hands on the railing, enjoying how the cold air flows past his mask. No cold face on this night. Only the clown Hoxton on a mission.*
[19:45:58] <Dallas> *The fence crawl gets Jimmy's costume a little wet at the knees and elbows, but it's nothing out of the ordinary for a trainyard worker. Looks like the coast is clear for now. Dallas keeps a lookout, and there's the panel there, ready to be hacked.*
[19:47:37] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's on it in a second, working away on it. Dot's trotting about, doing normal dog things, digging at the ground, hiding under the train, etc.*
[19:49:24] <Dallas> *Hox is on the approach to the dock. The boat pulls up alongside, choppy water lapping at the concrete. The boatman carefully keeps the boat out of sight of the cam, nudges up to the dock to let him off.*
[19:49:48] <Dallas> *It's kinda tricky getting off like this without being seen. Watch your step.*
[19:51:57] <Hoxton> *Right. He waits a moment to get used to the gentle rocking of the boat. And if this results in a hilarious crawl out of the boat, so be it. Better that than busting the mission before it starts....unless. He shoots his ECM a glance. Might be worth using it now. Or saving it up.*
[19:53:04] <Dallas> *Without the ECM, you'll need to roll 1d6 to get on the dock. 1 means... well. You know what 1 means.*
[19:53:16] <Dallas> *If you use the ECM, you can fudge through without dice.*
[19:54:45] <Hoxton> *He curses and goes to activate the ECM. Planting it out of easy sight if anyone comes to investigate*
[19:56:39] <Dallas> *The small LED on the security camera stops blinking. The boatman can take a hint. He leans the boat's flank along the dock to let Hox disembark.*
[19:56:53] <Dallas> *Meanwhile, the panel--and Jimmy's hack--flickers, and turns off.*
[19:57:17] <Jimmy> .. What the he- *He's on the coms now.* Guys, what just-
[19:57:28] <Hoxton> *Good. Hox raises his sleeve and whispers into the coms* ECM here. I gotta get off the boat and past the cam.
[19:57:34] <Jimmy> *Another thing- Dot collapses.*
[19:57:49] <Jimmy> *Jimmy back on the coms.* .. Gotcha.
[19:57:50] <Hoxton> *He grunts and goes to leave the boat. Careful not to slip*
[19:58:09] <Dallas> *Oh fu--Dallas grabs for the rottweiler puppy, pulling her out of sight.*
[20:00:22] <Dallas> *From Sydney's vantage point, she can see one of the Murkywater guards check his phone, then look around in confusion at the signal jam.*
[20:01:01] <Dallas> *Dallas on the comms.* How long do we have on that jam?
[20:01:13] <Sydney> *She radios in.* Guard's noticed the jam. Shut it down as soon as you can.
[20:03:12] <Hoxton> *Hox makes sure he's crossed proper, then pressing himself out of sight of the cam. Alright, he leans over to the ECM, pressing the little device off. If it is re-usable, he'll pocket it again.*
[20:04:13] <Jimmy> *Jimmy shakes his head, having been holding a hand to it.* Right. Thanks, love.
[20:05:06] <Dallas> *The panel comes back online, and the hack resumes where it left off. Camera light starts blinking again.*
[20:05:18] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly lays Dot down on the ground.*
[20:05:51] <Hoxton> *Hox' quiet voice on the coms* Sorry fellas. Enterin tunnels now. *and he makes way into the tunnels, feeling vaguely uneasy*
[20:06:21] <Jimmy> *Dot's back up, Wolf muttering something over the comms before resuming pupper antics as well as trying to locate keycards. Jimmy's back on the panel as well.*
[20:07:33] <Dallas> *Cold damp tunnels. Sign spray painted on the wall, pointing back the way he came. Waterline access. Despite Murky efforts, it's dank and dirty down here, like a dungeon. Tarps and crates piled against the wall.*
[20:10:00] <Jimmy> *After a few more moments, Jimmy steps back.* ... Got it.
[20:10:37] <Hoxton> *Lips curled in disgust. Maybe not as bad as the dark storm drain though, Hox makes his way. Stopping whenever he thinks he hears something and he is keeping a lookout for cams. Or murkies for the matter. For now just searching for a way up.*
[20:10:43] <Jimmy> *Meanstwhile, Dot's trotting around, trying to spot anyone with a keycard on them. Has she been noticed yet?*
[20:11:46] <Dallas> *The panel beeps, and the cargo doors slide open. Cold metallic air inside the train car, and a sinister red glow from lights set into the ceiling. Just where you'd think a bunch of crooks like Murkywater would stash a bomb.*
[20:12:02] <Dallas> *Guard incoming, Dot. Just stepped out from a doorway set into the far wall, looking around with his flashlight. Heavy set of keys on his belt, and a keycard clipped on.*
[20:12:12] <Jimmy> ... Bingo. That's our bomb.
[20:13:15] <Jimmy> *Panicking, Dot moves to hide under the nearby train, but Wolf's on the comms.* Got sight of a keycard.
[20:14:18] <Dallas> *Hoxton--there's a door up ahead, locked. Needs a keycard to open, judging by the panel. Movement up ahead as a guard crosses the hallway and disappears from sight. So there's personnel down here.*
[20:15:05] <Dallas> *The Murky with the keycard is on the move. If Wolf has any plans to catch or distract him, the time is now.*
[20:15:50] <Jimmy> *Wolf reacts, deciding it's now or never. Dot comes out from under the train, looking at the guard and letting out a small yip.*
[20:16:37] <Hoxton> *Right. Hox takes one of the interceptors into his hand. Would have been too easy huh? He makes a note of that door and creeps on, making sure to keep a lookout for guard or cams. Guards down here means there is something worth guarding.*
[20:20:31] <Dallas> *The guard stops at the yip, looking at Dot.* Oh hey there, little fella. What are you doing down here? *He hesitates, apparently tempted to crouch down and pet her, reaches for his radio.* Uh, I got what looks like a lost rottie puppy here next to the south service entrance. Please advise.
[20:21:22] <Jimmy> *Wolf on the comms.* I've got keycard guy distracted. What do I do?
[20:23:59] <Dallas> *It's a damn maze down here, though thankfully the cold branches of the subterranean complex are labeled. He comes up to another exit, this one marked SURFACE ACCESS A. Ladder leading up to the surface. The lights are a harsh blue, too bright and buzzing.*
[20:25:37] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's up in a train car now, looking around.*
[20:26:34] <Hoxton> *Hox is tense, the gun tight in his hand. Nope he does not appreciate the cold, damp concrete with labels on them. Bad memories, brah. But he pushes on, squinting behind his mask at the harsh light. Right he'll check out that access. A little peep to check the situation.*
[20:27:13] <Dallas> *The one he just opened? The ominous red lights have a soft buzz to them. It's like climbing into a deep gullet. Sitting at the end of the car is a bomb--his bomb. More specifically, one half of his bomb. And the only thing between him and that bomb part is one helluva thick metal cage door.*
[20:28:17] <Dallas> *Climbing up, Hox?*
[20:28:25] <Dallas> *It's an open view of the night sky.*
[20:28:31] <Jimmy> *... Fucking hell.* There's a door.
[20:28:44] <Hoxton> *Yep climbing up just so he can have a look around*
[20:29:09] <Sydney> What kind of door?
[20:29:42] <Jimmy> Metal, cage. Doesn't look like there's a way to open it without, like, a blowtorch.
[20:29:42] <Dallas> *The guy with the card kneels down to pet Dot, giving her a friendly ruffle with his gloved hand. A voice on the radio, impatient, and he responds* Yeah, yeah--I got nothing out here, just a dog. Fine--all right, check if you want, that's fine by me. I'm heading back now.
[20:30:37] <Jimmy> *Nonono- Wolf needs time to figure out a way to get that card. When the guard stands up, Dot follows him.*
[20:31:17] <Dallas> *Down in the trainyard, the construction worker goes on welding, sending sparks along the ground.*
[20:31:37] <Sydney> ..There's a guy with a blowtorch in the trainyard.
[20:31:43] <Sydney> It's your lucky day.
[20:32:14] <Dallas> *Hox emerges between two trains somewhere deep in the trainyard. It's quiet, couple heavy crates piled up nearby, providing some cover.*
[20:32:22] <Jimmy> ... I got an idea. *Jimmy goes down to that worker, giving a friendly smile.* Hey, can I- uh- borrow that?
[20:33:58] <Dallas> *Bent over his work, the guy barely looks up.* Goddamn it, I'm almost done. Gimme five minutes.
[20:34:12] <Hoxton> *Right. A quick look around. It's tempting to go up but he climbs back down. First gonna have a proper look at the tunnels.*
[20:35:25] <Jimmy> *Jimmy wants to be rude back, he really, REALLY does.* .. okay.
[20:37:58] <Dallas> *The guard with the keycard jogs back up the steps to the doorway Sydney suspected might lead to the security office, stopping when he notices Dot following.* Hey--aww, no. You can't come with me. *He starts to shoo her away, but then reaches for her to pick her up. Probably meaning to take her inside with him. The card is within reach. Would be hard for a dog to unclip, though.*
[20:39:22] <Jimmy> *Dot reaches for it, but her legs are too small. Wolf grumbles over the comm.* Curse my short, little legs.
[20:41:29] <Dallas> *Hoxton's lucky--he misses it. While Jimmy's waiting on that blowtorch, there's a beep--multiple beeps all around the trainyard. Then a low vibrating buzz like cooling fans that slowly picks up in frequency and intensity. It's coming from on top of the trains.*
[20:47:28] <Jimmy> *Wolf mutters over the comms.* Drones.
[20:48:04] <Sydney> Yeah. Looks like everyone's clear of that one.
[20:48:53] <Hoxton> *Hox grimaces and gives an affirmative over coms*
[20:49:55] <Dallas> *The worker glances up at the drones lifting off, stifling a curse as he shuts off the torch.* Jesus Christ, not again. I don't need this in my life. *He shoves the blowtorch at Jimmy, starts packing up his tools. And yes, they're in full view of them. Keep that head down, Jimmy.*
[20:51:08] <Jimmy> *Jimmy grabs the torch, nodding.* T..Thanks. *Looking down, going back to the train.*
[20:53:45] <Jimmy> *Meanwhile, Wolf is, now, very desperately trying to figure out a way to get that card.*
[20:54:07] <Dallas> *Helluva lot brighter in the trainyard now with the drones hovering overhead, spotlighting the place up like a mall parking lot. It even filters down into the tunnels. The shaft leading to surface access B is brightly lit.*
[20:55:01] <Dallas> *A Murky guard steps out in front of Jimmy, shielding his eyes.* Evening. Had an alert earlier, gonna need to see some ID.
[20:55:47] <Sydney> *Sydney watches via her binoculars.* Shit, Jimmy's ID is getting checked. How sure are we it'll hold up?
[20:55:49] <Jimmy> .. Yeah, yeah. Gotcha. *He grabs his ID, holding it out.*
[20:56:07] <Dallas> *Hoxton has reached the other end of the tunnels. Stairs leading up. Nothing of real value out in the open. Pair of gun cases lying on a table, discarded, but they're both empty except the foam lining. If they've got weapons here, they're being kept under lock and key.*
[20:56:21] <Dallas> *Let's see how sharp this guard is.*
[20:56:23] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[20:56:23] <RNGesus Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 3 [3]
[20:56:43] <Hoxton> *Softly* anyone seein surface access B? I am around there. *He creeps on, gun ready. Not yet climbing that access, instead having a look around the tunnels.*
[20:57:16] <Sydney> Stay down, Hox. Drones are right above you.
[20:57:31] <Dallas> ((Hey, what's Jimmy wearing? Boots, shoes?))
[20:57:50] <Jimmy> ((his boots. not the ones from bain.))
[20:58:26] <Dallas> *The guard gives the ID a cursory look, nods.* All right, sorry for the trouble, sir. *He goes to wave Jimmy past, but then stops him again, motioning to his boots.* Hey, you can't be wearing these here. They don't pass regs. You could end up getting hurt.
[20:58:50] <Dallas> Guard: Head up to the office. They might have something.
[20:59:17] <Dallas> *And Hox, at the far end are stairs leading up topside. Not directly out into the open. Wanna check 'em out?*
[20:59:33] <Sydney> ...Okay I think Jimmy's clear.
[21:00:33] <Jimmy> ... Oh. Sorry. I'll do that, yeah. *He nods, walking over toward that direction until the guard's off his ass.* ... Yeah, I'm good. Wolf, where's Dot?
[21:00:56] <Hoxton> *Yep! Hox creeps on. Raising his sleeve* Gotcha. Some guns down here but I'll need a darn keycard.
[21:01:13] <Dallas> *The guard with the card has brought Dot with him into a quiet office full of bright monitors. Another guy's in there, watching the feeds--aerial shots. Must be the drones. The puppy's a serious distraction, and the cam operator's briefly tempted away to give her a nice pat and a ruffle.*
[21:02:03] <Jimmy> *Wolf chips in.* Got the camera operator here with me. In the office.
[21:04:22] <Dallas> *Hox, the stairs lead up to a short bare hallway. Another surface access, but there's a closed door here marked Security.*
[21:04:22] <Jimmy> *Dot looks around. Are there any easy-to-reach keycards?*
[21:05:08] <Dallas> *Yes, but it's out of reach, next to the cam operator. She'd have to practically climb over him to get to it.*
[21:06:06] <Hoxton> *Is the door keycard secured or simply locked? Hox creeps towards the door, wondering if there is another operator down here, for the cams perhaps*
[21:06:08] <Dallas> *Meanwhile, back at the opened train car, Dallas has climbed aboard and is quietly waiting to offer Jimmy assistance when he returns.*
[21:06:25] <Jimmy> *She'll start with that process by jumping into his lap. A Normal Dog.*
[21:06:41] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's back with the blowtorch now.* Right, let's do this.
[21:06:45] <Dallas> *Surprised laughs from the two Murkywater guards. Hox, you hear that. Muffled laughter inside the room.*
[21:07:12] <Dallas> *The cam operator doesn't seem too bothered, though. Just hauls her up and gets her cozy on his lap.*
[21:09:02] <Jimmy> *She's trying to climb onto the counter now. She wants that card.*
[21:09:05] <Dallas> *The door is, uhhh... keycard locked.*
[21:09:39] <Hoxton> *A frown behind the clown mask. This is strange. He peers behind him and then goes to curse quietly to himself. A card. Goddamn cards. Alright he then goes past the door, checking out the stairs.*
[21:10:56] <Dallas> *The guards start to protest now. Hey, hey! Whoa, you can't be up there! The drone controls are right there. In her scramble, she inadvertently hits some of the keys, and one of the drones in the trainyard goes tilting sideways and veers off towards the river. The cam operator tries pulling her down again, though he's being gentle about it.*
[21:11:56] <Dallas> *Muffled yelling now as Hox leaves the area. He's standing at the top of the stairs, actually. There's a doorway leading out to the far corner of the trainyard, pretty close to where the homeless encampment is.*
[21:12:10] <Sydney> Heads up, drones are going haywire.
[21:13:12] <Jimmy> *Dot reaches for the card with both paw and mouth, praying she gets it. Wolf's back to his usual stutter now.* Y-Yeah, that was me. Sorry.
[21:14:28] <Hoxton> *Right not stepping out too far. Something is up with the drones and he looks warily up and sees the one drifting away. A smirk and he heads back down the stairs. He'll check out access B*
[21:17:02] <Dallas> *The card's easy enough to grab, though the cam operator's not having any of it. Holding her in his arms, he goes to pull the card away from her, saying in a reprimanding tone* Hey now, that's not yours!
[21:18:07] <Jimmy> *Dot swallows the card before he can. We've got the galaxy brained plays here, folks.*
[21:18:50] <Dallas> *In the red light of the train car, the blowtorch sparks and spits, cutting through the metal gate. Dallas keeps a close lookout, peering warily out of the open doors. Almost through--there it is. The gate swings loose, cut edges cooling down from a hot red. And there's the bomb part.*
[21:19:08] <Dallas> *The guards are horrified. One of them tries to look into Dot's mouth.* What the fuck?
[21:19:58] <Jimmy> *Aaand Dot hops down, dashing away. Later, losers. Wolf on comms.* Holy shit- holy shit that actually worked. H-Hox, I got a keycard.
[21:20:01] <Dallas> *Holy shit, she ate it. She's gonna choke--what do we do? Should we call a vet?*
[21:20:12] <Dallas> *The door is closed, Dot. Tough luck.*
[21:20:29] <Dallas> *Because Hoxton over there passed by the door and WALKED AWAY.*
[21:20:43] <Jimmy> Can someone get this door open? I'm in a bit of a situation here.
[21:21:21] <Hoxton> *Hox picks up.* It's locked, cant get it open...unless...*he walks over again, checking out whether the door is locked*
[21:21:27] <Dallas> *And now it's just two guards trying to herd Dot and figure out whether she's gonna be okay after swallowing a piece of plastic.*
[21:21:29] <Dallas> *It wasn't locked.*
[21:21:51] <Jimmy> *Meanwhile, Jimmy is struggling to figure out how to fit the bomb into the bag be brought.*
[21:22:09] <Hoxton> *Alright. Alright. Hox curses under his breath, and tugs on the door handle*
[21:22:09] <Dallas> *Dallas stops him.* Forget about it. Let's just carry it out.
[21:22:47] <Jimmy> .. How?
[21:23:10] <Dallas> *The door opens to two armed Murkywater guards desperately trying to keep a rottweiler puppy still so they can call a vet.*
[21:24:32] <Dallas> *Dallas casts a glance towards the open cargo doors.* Between the two of us, we can carry it out, push it under the fence. But those drones are still out there.
[21:24:42] <Hoxton> *Hox curses under his breath, stepping behind the door. Praying they havent noticed him in all this hullabaloo. He whipsers* Door open. Go go go!
[21:25:15] <Jimmy> *Dot does so, fucking booking it to whatever looks like a safe location.*
[21:25:49] <Dallas> *Out into the trainyard, probably. Stairs are pretty steep for her little legs.*
[21:26:14] <Jimmy> *Jimmy nods at Dallas.* Right, right. If we use an ECM on the drones, I can't guarentee it won't send them crashing down.
[21:26:36] <Jimmy> *Yes! Out into the trainyard Dot goes. And under a train! Master of stealth!*
[21:27:00] <Dallas> Doesn't matter. We'll be long gone by then. *Dallas looks down at the bomb.* Is this it? Is this the whole thing?
[21:27:30] <Jimmy> *Jimmy squints.* Ah... No. That's... Half it. I think.
[21:28:02] <Dallas> *Dallas looks dismayed for about a second before he gets his composure back.* All right, let's leave this here for now, locate the other half.
[21:28:47] <Dallas> *The guards come spilling out of the security office after Dot, stopping in the hallway. Hey Hox, roll 1d6 to see how lucky you are.*
[21:29:03] <Jimmy> Yeah, yeah. *Jimmy's looking out at the rest of the trainyard, in thought.* .... I'm gonna go find another one with a panel.
[21:29:14] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:29:14] <RNGesus Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[21:33:53] <Dallas> *Turns out behind a door is the worst possible hiding place in the entire game. There's a slow sort of horror when one of the guards turns back and looks right at him.* Hey... *Then it registers.* Hey, HEY!
[21:33:57] <Dallas> *Other guy's just seen him too.*
[21:36:12] <Hoxton> *Hox curses deftly. The interceptor goes up and he shoots the first guard, then going to aim at the other one, squeezing the trigger.*
[21:36:34] <Dallas> *Roll again.*
[21:37:00] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:37:00] <RNGesus Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[21:38:21] <Dallas> *The shot goes wide and ricochets wildly in the tight space, grazing Hox's vest on the rebound. The guards are pulling sidearms. Got one more try before one opens fire.*
[21:39:34] <Hoxton> *A startled yelp and he curses, a mad snarl under his mask and he squeezes the trigger again.*
[21:39:38] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:39:38] <RNGesus Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[21:41:04] <Dallas> *The shot hits center mass, and the guard staggers back into the wall. But because he fired, the other guard opens fire on him. Unsilenced shots.*
[21:41:06] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[21:41:07] <RNGesus Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:41:18] <Dallas> *The shot goes wide, hitting the wall in another ricochet. It's really fucking loud.*
[21:41:42] <Dallas> *Everybody hears that.*
[21:43:23] <Hoxton> *A snarl of fury and Hox goes to squeeze several shots loose into that fucking guard.*
[21:44:33] <Dallas> *Dallas on the comms.* What the fuck is happening out there?
[21:44:40] <Sydney> Oh, fuck! *With their cover blown, Sydney abandons her vantage point and races down to join the others.*
[21:45:36] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's panicked now, getting into every train ASAP, desperate for that bomb.*
[21:46:43] <Dallas> *Couple Murky guards dash past Jimmy in the direction of the shots, completely ignoring him.*
[21:46:58] <Dallas> *They're on their radios, however, calling for backup.*
[21:47:55] <Jimmy> *He's in one train, praying it's the one. Dot's scrambling in normal dog fashion, also trying to help in whatever way a dog can.*
[21:49:25] <Dallas> *Dallas is still hiding out in the first car, leaning out at Sydney's approach. He's got the bomb part pushed out to where he's waiting to carry it out.* Hey! Could use a hand here! Gimme some cover, huh?

2019-01-21

[19:08:43] <Dallas> *So yeah, I will say there's a uniformed Murky guard looking around for the source of the shots. He turns, catches sight of Sydney and Dallas, yells* Stop right there!
[19:09:16] <Sydney> *Sydney lights him up with the Cobra, yelling to Dallas,* Go, go!
[19:12:12] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[19:12:15] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[19:13:32] <Dallas> *Jimmy--the first secured train you encounter, once hacked, opens to a car full of ordnance. Locked cases full of big shells. Expensive, high-quality stuff, but there's so much of it. It'd be impossible to shift now without exposing himself. Second car's got a locked gate with a keycard panel, beyond which the second half of the bomb sits, bathed in red light.*
[19:14:34] <Dallas> *Sydney's burst fire catches the Murky right in the chest, and he goes down. Dallas has scrambled out of the train, half dragging, half carrying the bomb part with them. Headed for the breach in the fence.*
[19:16:08] <Jimmy> *Jimmy curses under his breath, onto the comms.* I need a fucking keycard! Does anyo- *Within a moment, Dot scrambles up there, gagging up a keycard. Jimmy stands for a moment, needing to process this.* ... Good girl. *He swipes the card, kneeling down to the bomb and trying to figure out how to do this.*
[19:16:13] <Dallas> *And Hox--the Murkywater guard makes a lunge at him, trying to wrestle the Interceptor away, but the shots hit dead center at point blank range, and he collapses. And it's right at this point that the alarm goes, wailing piercingly over the trainyard.*
[19:16:56] <Dallas> *The bomb is big. Really big. But as Vlad might advise if he were here, just think of it as a big fucking teddy bear, eh? Hug it to your chest. Love it... nurture it. And most importantly, do not drop it.*
[19:17:33] <Dallas> *Would Hox like a clue?*
[19:17:42] <Hoxton> ((HE WOULD.))
[19:18:27] <Dallas> *The first guard is lying flat on his back, struggling to breathe. Too busy trying to take off his vest to bother with Hox. He's got a blue and red card on his belt. Same card as the GenSec insignia downstairs.*
[19:18:50] <Dallas> *The comms come alive with voices. Twitch and the boatman wanting to know what they should be doing.*
[19:19:12] <Sydney> *Sydney covers Dallas until he's through the fence, then she radios in,* "We got one part; anyone else need help?"
[19:19:46] <Jimmy> *Jimmy doesn't waste another minute once the alarm goes off, throwing the bomb onto his back and praying he's stronger than he thinks he is, instructing Dot to get back to the van before hopping out of the train.* 'M good, 'm good. Got the second part.
[19:20:36] <Hoxton> *Hox shoots the struggling guard again. The card catches his attention and he snatches it. Wait a minute. There was a door wasnt it? Or some sorta vault. He reloads his guns and heads back where he passed the gensec insignia.*
[19:20:38] <Dallas> *Dallas pushes the roly poly bomb part under the fence with a rattle of chain links, turns to Sydney.* Make sure he gets out safe, or we're not getting paid. *With that, he scoots under the fence with it to the other side.*
[19:22:03] <Sydney> Got it. *She sprints towards where she last saw Jimmy, mowing down any guards in her path.*
[19:22:42] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks up at Sydney when she dashes over.* I said I'm fucking fine!
[19:24:05] <Sydney> *She flashes him a smile.* Trust, but verify, yeah? Come on.
[19:24:29] <Dallas> *Having raised the alarm, two Murkies are starting off back across the trainyard. They stop when they spot Jimmy with the bomb, start yelling for him to stop right there and drop what he's carrying. Haven't spotted Sydney yet.*
[19:25:02] <Dallas> *He's... y'know. Orange. High vis.*
[19:25:12] <Sydney> *Sydney's on each of them with another burst of fire.*
[19:25:15] <Jimmy> *He nods, not offering or allowing her to help, barely acknowledging the Murkies as he makes his way up to the van.*
[19:27:20] <Dallas> *Down in the tunnels, muffled echoes of gunshots from topside. No one's left down here--they've all gone upstairs to see what's going on. And there's the locked door, just a card swipe away from opening.*
[19:29:19] <Dallas> *At Sydney's burst fire, the Murkies take cover behind the nearest train. As Jimmy emerges at the top of the stairs, there's a loud crack-rattle as Twitch rams the gate open with the van and parks perfectly, throwing the back open for him and Dallas.* C'mon, quick!
[19:30:05] <Hoxton> *What a stupid clusterfuck. This goddamn door better hide something good. Hox impatiently swipes the card through and checks the tunnel nervously.*
[19:32:18] <Sydney> *With Jimmy and both pieces of the bomb secure, Sydney impatiently radios,* Hoxton, where the fuck are you?
[19:33:37] <Jimmy> *Soon as Jimmy's got the bomb secured, Wolf hands the remote back to Jimmy as Dot scurries into the van.*
[19:33:53] <Hoxton> *Hox barks into the coms* Headin out via tunnels. Gonna be dockside in a moment.
[19:33:54] <Dallas> *The door opens to reveal... an armory. Gun lockers against the wall. Secured, of course. But more interesting are the two wooden crates lying in the open at the center of the room. Cargo, no doubt.*
[19:34:09] <Dallas> *There's a crowbar in here. Wanna open one?*
[19:35:34] <Hoxton> *Fuckin hell. Yeah he dashes in and snatches a crowbar and goes to open one of the crates.*
[19:35:46] <Dallas> *ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.*
[19:35:53] <Dallas> *Roll 1d6 to see how good of a haul you get.*
[19:38:04] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[19:38:04] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[19:38:42] <Dallas> *The crate opens to reveal... a massive stone statue nestled into straw. Impossible to budge.*
[19:38:50] <Dallas> *Open the other one?*
[19:39:16] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[19:39:16] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[19:40:57] <Dallas> *The second crate, easily jimmied open, contains a large clear bag of pure Colombian product. Cocaine. A little heavy to carry just like that, but unlike the statue, it wouldn't sink the boat.*
[19:43:34] <Hoxton> *Hox' mood is brightening considerably. He grins and snatches it out of the crate. Maybe a little thing to sweeten up this whole business. He hauls the coke and radios in* Is the boat guy there? I'm comin!
[19:44:00] <Dallas> *Bain's man responds.* Yeah, I'm here. Make it fast.
[19:44:46] <Sydney> *With Hoxton's status confirmed, Sydney jumps into the back of the van.* Let's get the fuck out of here.
[19:44:54] <Dallas> *Dallas on the comms now.* You good? We gotta move. More Murkies on the way. *He gets everyone into the van, instructs Twitch to get them the hell outta there. Drive fast, but careful. Got precious cargo back here.*
[19:45:33] <Hoxton> *Alright. Time to haul arse and coke. He hurries out of the vault, gun at the ready.* Yeah! I'm movin!
[19:50:47] <Dallas> *The boatman is impatiently waiting for Hox to return. More mettle than Twitch, apparently; he's got a compact SMG out, tensely waiting for things to heat up. At Hox's approach, he waves him into the boat, starts off down the shoreline at a steady clip while the wailing siren keeps on going.*
[19:52:44] <Hoxton> *Hox hauls the coke into the boat and climbs in as well. Guns out, ready and a little anxious to see little red dots dancing or something.* Right fellas. I am on the boat. Meet ya soon.
[19:53:13] <Hoxton> ((Museum visit with Duke? Hox would be all "BLREGH" but holy shit yes.))
[19:54:29] <Sydney> ((Sydney: *sees an Anish Kapoor piece* *goes on a rampage*))
[19:55:08] <Sydney> ((HE'S HOARDING THE VANTABLACK DO YOU KNOW HOW COOL MASKS WOULD BE IF SHE HAD IT))
[19:55:46] <Dallas> *Dallas on the radio.* Bain's man will see to your safe return. Meet back at the safehouse. *And that's it. It's a cold ride down the river to the waiting car. The boat's abandoned, and the boatman helps Hox load the coke onboard a waiting van. Sirens in the distance, police responding to the gunshots. But they'll be long gone by then.*
[20:00:02] <Dallas> ((Dude. A mask painted in vantablack, eh?))
[20:00:08] <Dallas> ((... we could heist some.))
[20:00:15] <Sydney> ((omg
[20:00:18] <Sydney> ((omg really))
[20:00:19] <Dallas> ((TO THE STUDIO!))
[20:00:26] <Hoxton> ((ON IT, FELLAS:))
[20:00:28] <Dallas> ((FUCK YO EXCLUSIVE LICENSE.))
[20:00:40] <Sydney> ((:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)
[20:04:07] <Dallas> *Back at the safehouse, a disheveled Dallas tugs his mask off and helps Jimmy offload the bomb parts. Where's he planning on storing them till the Russia op rolls around?*
[20:04:47] <Dallas> *And Hox, feel free to arrive whenever. The boatman will drive him straight there.*
[20:05:14] <Jimmy> *Jimmy suggests the living room. That doesn't sound like a good idea, though, so..*
[20:07:07] <Dallas> *Downstairs it is. Specifically--the vault. Not much money hanging around in there at the moment, thankfully. Dallas helps him carry the parts down and sees them safely locked away.*
[20:08:50] <Hoxton> *A while later, there is a series of knocks at the safehouse door. Along with the unmistakeable voice of Hox outside.* Pull yer pants back up, it's me. *Hox steps inside, mask fastened on his belt. In one hand, the interceptor and in the other? One big damn bag of pure coke. (If it can be carried with one hand that is.)*
[20:09:34] <Jimmy> *That'll change, friend. That'll change. Wolf quickly drives home not long after they arrive, citing ?I'm not spending another fucking second in the same general radius as that fucking maniac crackhead.'*
[20:09:46] <Dallas> *You can carry it under your arm like a nice bundled blanket of pure cocaine goodness.*
[20:09:56] <Hoxton> *BEAUTIFUL. SO IT IS THEN*
[20:10:30] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's face lights up at the sight of the coke.* H-Holy fuck, where- where the-
[20:10:39] <Dallas> *Big mistake. Dallas had been so absorbed in worrying over Bain's reaction to Jimmy that he hadn't even stopped to consider poor Wolf's.*
[20:10:46] <Sydney> *Sydney whistles, impressed at Hox's haul.* Nice. Wish we'd had more of a chance to loot the place. Speaking of, what the hell actually happened? How'd the alarm get set off?
[20:10:57] <Dallas> *FFFF, SYDNEY.*
[20:12:23] <Hoxton> *Hox steps inside, cursing but enjoying the warmth. No explanation for now but he goes and slaps the big, nice cushion of coke onto the table.* Everyone here? Anyone got hurt?
[20:13:01] <Sydney> Everyone's right as rain.
[20:13:57] <Jimmy> That otha' friend o' yours ditched. Not a fan of me.
[20:14:05] <Dallas> *Dallas, leaning on the counter, says* All accounted for. Wolf headed back home a couple min-- *He waves. What Jimmy said.*
[20:14:53] <Hoxton> Thank fook. *Hox looks visibly relieved and then rummages the kitchen counter for smokes.* And well. One question. The fuck did ya robo dog do down there?
[20:15:19] <Hoxton> Well. Ya knocked the livin daylights outta Wolfie. Can't blame him, really.
[20:16:03] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's actually flipping through what looks like cam footage right now.* Uh, from the looks of it.. tried to grab a card but that didn't work so she ate it and ran.
[20:18:43] <Hoxton> *A baffled look.* Well no wonder they fuckin booked it after ya dog. *beat* And ran into me.
[20:18:44] <Dallas> *Surprised look from Dallas, but then, the dog did cough up an easy $8 million in cash right in front of them.*
[20:18:57] <Sydney> ...Yeah, that'd do it.
[20:19:09] <Sydney> Knew that dog was too good to be true.
[20:19:21] <Jimmy> .... Yeah, sorry ?bout that, mate.
[20:19:53] <Dallas> It's nobody's fault. These things happen. The important thing is-- We got the bomb. All of it.
[20:19:59] <Hoxton> *Hox waves his hand* I got those wankas somethin to think about. Lead thoughts. Too bad they are fuckin trigger happy.
[20:20:05] <Hoxton> *PHEW*
[20:20:29] <Hoxton> *Hox looks positively delighted* Yeah we did? Where did ya put it? Downstairs?
[20:21:11] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks down for a minute, then looks back up.* ... You guys ready for Russia?
[20:22:39] <Sydney> I got a thing to finish up, but other than that, yeah, I'm good. Can't fuckin wait.
[20:22:51] <Hoxton> Bloody russia. And here I was thinkin we have soldiered throught the worst.
[20:23:09] <Dallas> *A pause, then Dallas says* Ready? Not in the slightest. But at least we've got the bomb part sorted. Gonna contact Vlad, see what he's got for us on the other side.
[20:23:44] <Jimmy> *He nods, visibly excited.* Yeah, yeah. Not sure your other friend is, but I read the news. He likes hurting people, yeah? He'll come around.
[20:24:27] <Dallas> *Dallas hesitates, then offers* I'll talk to Wolf. I mean, it wasn't you. Not really.
[20:24:37] <Dallas> Right? *beat* You wouldn't hit him over the head... right?
[20:24:46] <Jimmy> Course not.
[20:25:01] <Dallas> Good. I don't think he'd wanna miss out on a trip to Russia.
[20:25:08] <Hoxton> Sounds like a plan, fellas. *Hox looks a bit miffed by that statement but then points again at the THICC bag of coke* Also I got some extra for Bain to fence.
[20:25:21] <Hoxton> *Jokingly* Unless we could use a sweet line huh?
[20:25:27] <Jimmy> Or me. I can fence that.
[20:25:41] <Sydney> Fence it through your nose? *Sydney snorts laughing*
[20:25:51] <Hoxton> No off---Yeah thanks, Sydney.
[20:26:13] <Jimmy> .. I'll give ya an extra million.
[20:26:20] <Hoxton> *WHOA*
[20:26:34] <Jimmy> *THAT IS PURE COLUMBIAN!!!!*
[20:26:35] <Dallas> *Dallas had been grinning at Sydney's joke, but now? At first he LOL'd, but then he serious'd.*
[20:26:40] <Hoxton> *Hox turns and gives Dallas a look. This is....a sweet deal isnt it?*
[20:26:45] <Sydney> *Sydney blinks, then starts laughing again.* 'Course you would.
[20:27:31] <Hoxton> *Hox steps forward.* Million and  half. It's good, pure shite.
[20:27:48] <Dallas> *Dallas exchanges a knowing look with Hox, starts to say something--stops.*
[20:27:54] <Jimmy> Million and a quarter.
[20:28:25] <Hoxton> *A look back at Dallas. Deal?*
[20:29:26] <Dallas> *Dallas nods, impressed. Deal.*
[20:29:54] <Hoxton> *Hox nods.* Deal.
[20:31:47] <Hoxton> *Another look at Dallas. LOOK MATE. ANOTHER MILLION FOR US.*
[20:32:05] <Hoxton> *Smug as fuck. He lights himself a smoke, leaning against the counter and grins*
[20:32:24] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks so fucking hyped.*
[20:32:49] <Dallas> *Dallas looks more than a little torn.* Just--stay sober for Russia, huh? Gonna need you sharp, and you did good tonight at the trainyard.
[20:34:16] <Sydney> Save it for the afterparty, yeah?
[20:35:01] <Jimmy> *Jimmy grins, looking genuinely flattered.* Right, right. Gotcha.
[20:35:15] <Hoxton> Speakin of afterparty.... I think we could have somethin like that for ourselves yeah? Like boss orderin us another round of pizza?
[20:37:25] <Dallas> *Dallas looks around at all of them, completely ignoring the pizza comment for now.* You all did great out there. *nods to Sydney* Excellent work spotting, and you did good covering Jimmy's exit. *to Jimmy* You--you were a big surprise. Bain aside, never seen anyone hack that fast before. *and finally, turning to Hoxton* No idea where you were half the night, but you came out on top with a massive bag of coke, so what can I say? Good work. All right... pizza?
[20:40:54] <Hoxton> *Hox laughs and a few little puffs of smoke escape from him like from some lanky dragon.* A little mystery eh? But thanks, mate. Too bad we couldnt loot more. There were guns and some...shite looking straight outta some Indiana Jones movie.
[20:41:44] <Dallas> *Now that gets Dallas looking a little curious as he pulls out his phone to order pizza for all of 'em.* Like the Ark of the Covenant, you mean?
[20:42:41] <Hoxton> *Hox gives Dallas a blank nod.* Uh...the...yeah. The one with that....weird idol thing?
[20:43:02] <Hoxton> *Glaringly obvious he has not watched any Indie movie*
[20:43:15] <Sydney> *Sydney excuses herself to go work on the Thing. After making sure there's going to be some pepperoni.*
[20:43:22] <Dallas> Yeah, something like that. So solid gold?
[20:44:18] <Hoxton> Uh no. Stoney. I think. But there fuckin big gems on it. And before ya lot get pissy for me, that bugger was as big as I am. Fucking heavy.
[20:44:26] <Jimmy> *Jimmy hasn't left yet, surprisingly he doesn't feel a need to. He's just playing with Dot right now.*
[20:46:03] <Dallas> *Dallas goes quiet, thinking about it. After a moment* Huh. Interesting. Sounds ancient; more importantly, expensive. Who knows, we might get a second run at it someday. *turning to Jimmy* Hey, kid! Whaddaya want on your pizza?
[20:46:30] <Jimmy> .. Pepperoni. *He's like, half listening tbh.*
[20:47:01] <Dallas> *SO HE DOES EAT. CONFIRMED. Dallas should know enough about Hox to order his favorite topping. He'll just have some pepperoni with the other two.*
[20:47:21] <Dallas> *"He" as in Dallas.*
[20:47:39] <Hoxton> *A long puff of smoke* Fuckin hell, I'd love that. That place looks busy and stuffed with loot.* Those murkies are like fuckin ants. Bringing in good shite all day. We should.
[20:48:55] <Hoxton> *And he adds* Think I saw it on some documentary. *He rubs his chin* Marrakesh or summat.
[20:49:27] <Dallas> *Dallas echoes* Marrakesh? *He tries to place it, shakes his head.* I'll look into it. Maybe there's something online we can have a look at.
[20:50:32] <Hoxton> There has to be. And probably another article how the place it came from was looted and burned to the ground.
[20:51:23] <Hoxton> And anyone of ya want a beer?