2019-02-04 Green Bridge

2019-02-04 Green Bridge (part I)
Wolf, Hoxton, Chains, Dallas

[20:27:36] <GreenBridge> *Before the laundromat safehouse, back when there were only four of them, the gang had a different safehouse. It was little more than a tiny, dilapidated warehouse in a bad area of town, where people wouldn't ask questions. Aside from a garage, the only amenities were a storage space for their gear, a small vault, an enclosed, somewhat soundproofed firing range, and a small room with a table and chairs used to plan heists.*
[20:27:42] <GreenBridge> *The gang has gathered in the latter room, doing a last minute review. At the center of the table is a speakerphone, and the enigmatic Bain is on the other end of the staticky line.*
[20:27:51] <GreenBridge> Alright, quick review of the plan, guys. I know you guys know this by now, but it never hurts to go over it one last time, right?
[20:27:52] <GreenBridge> We're going to extract a Chinese convict from a convoy of prison transports. We're gonna blow up part of Green Bridge, just enough to stop the rush hour traffic, and ambush the convoy.
[20:28:22] <GreenBridge> There should be four prison transports on the scene. We don't know which one has our prisoner, so we'll need to saw all of them open. Use the code word 'Giant' to make sure you've got the right guy.
[20:28:29] <GreenBridge> We'll take him to the top of the scaffolding at the nearby construction site, and use a fulton skyhook to lift the guy out of there.
[20:28:37] <GreenBridge> Twitch will drive you in, but because of the traffic on the bridge, you won't be able to leave with the van. You guys will have to get to the northeast bridge tower, and take the stairs as far down as you can go. Scuba gear has been stashed there, and you'll jump into the water and be extracted by boat.
[20:28:57] <GreenBridge> Expect heavy resistance. The prison trucks are guarded, and the explosion will no doubt attract a lot of attention. This is as loud as it gets, gentlemen. I know this isn't how we typically operate, but believe me, the payday for this one is gonna be worth it.
[20:36:42] <GreenBridge> ((Alright, so for gear and stuff - since you pass by the van again, I'll say you can bring an alternate loadout / extra weapons / etc that you can swap on your way to the scaffolding if you like. Always bugs me when you can't do that ingame :p))
[20:37:42] <GreenBridge> ((I mean, I won't let you go from a suit to an ICTV, because that'll take time))
[20:38:10] <GreenBridge> ((But if you wanna bring a rocket launcher or a turret or something, I'm not gonna penalize you for it / make you lug it around))
[20:40:55] <Dallas> *What kind of heat would Bain advise them to bring to the job? ARs?*
[20:45:32] <GreenBridge> *The heaviest loudout you're comfortable using. If that's an assault rifle great; if it's a minigun or rocket launcher, even better.*
[20:47:34] <Wolf> *XL it is :D*
[20:56:53] <Dallas> *Dallas is bringing a Kalash of some kind, and a Bernetti for a sidearm.*
[20:59:21] <Dallas> *The Deagles aren't a thing yet. He acquires them later, during the gray beard of sadness years.*
[20:59:29] <Dallas> *Call it a mid-life crisis.*
[21:00:17] <Hoxton> *Definitely not his usual modus operandi. So packing this many guns feels a little odd but if they are about to face down an entire squadron of cops, he likes to be prepared. He is bringing an AR, something along the lines of the Union. "Bloody thing needs to be decently accurate." and packs an SMG as sidearm. But he also straps an nice sniper rifle over his back. Who knows, might come in handy when they are on the bridge. He mutters on how wearing a thick vest diminishes his good looks.*
[21:03:42] <Wolf> *Yeah, yeah. Wolf's gone all out. He's wearing heavy armor, a Microgun, with a Crosskill Pistol just for the hell of it. And some concussion grenades. Why not.*
[21:04:16] <GreenBridge> *Chains is loaded for bear, bringing a Falcon battle rifle, a Grimm shotgun, and a GL-40. He's wearing his usual full-body ICTV.*
[21:07:30] <Dallas> *They've gone over every inch of the plan, and Dallas is feeling confident about their chances. They're as ready as they'll ever be. He has no questions.*
[21:10:02] <Hoxton> *Hox is good to go as well. The ponytail fastened tight, his mask ready on his belt. Time to make the masses swoon at the dashing rogues.*
[21:11:14] <GreenBridge> *Oh, also. Bain's provided specs for the prison transport trucks; they're manufactured by the same company that does the GenSec armored trucks, just with a different, refitted interior. https://imgur.com/TnlKNEh *
[21:15:32] <GreenBridge> ((my personal headcanon is that they've got neoprene wetsuits under the raincoats because they go scuba diving as their escape, but I won't inflict that on you guys))
[21:19:30] <Dallas> *Dallas gives his teammates a few words of encouragement. If anyone can pull this off, it's them. And on the off chance things go wrong, and they can't meet again, he tells them he's very proud of them all. Feel free to roll your eyes, gents. He just needs to say it.*
[21:20:48] <GreenBridge> *He only gets a nod and a grunt from Chains, but he knows that means he feels the same way.*
[21:22:27] <Hoxton> *Hox slaps him on his shoulder, grinning.* If anyone of us dies I'll kick their fucking ghost back into the bodies. We got this, fellas. And there better be a shitton of booze once we will be bloody dry again.
[21:29:52] <Dallas> *Dallas has a couple chocolate bars in a waterproof baggie. To be handed out after the heist is over. Water's cold, brah. But he's said what he needs to.*
[21:31:14] <Hoxton> *Hox is good to go as well. He might ask for one right now. Soothing nerves the best way. Aside from booze.*
[21:31:50] <Dallas> *Good thing Dallas brought extras. He hands one to Hox, asks around. Anyone needing a little sugar boost before the heist gets one too.*
[21:32:58] <GreenBridge> *Chains takes one, careful not to get any crumbs or smears on his gear.*
[21:33:09] <Hoxton> *Hox more or less inhales the chocolate. he is tapping fingers on the windows. Eager to get this done.*
[21:35:44] <GreenBridge> *Thunder, and then the glass starts tapping back as it starts to rain, hard. A torrential rainstorm is hardly the ideal environment for a job like this, but they have no choice; the convoy of prison transports keeps its own schedule, and they won't have another chance. *
[21:39:52] <Dallas> *A look out the rain-blurred glass.* Jesus. Looks like it's raincoats, gentlemen.
[21:40:22] <GreenBridge> *Rush hour traffic, plus the lane closures for construction on the bridge, have led to some horrendous stop-and-go traffic. It seems like an eternity before they reach the southbound lanes of the famous Green Bridge, and longer still until Bain radios in,* Alright, finally looks like everything's in position. Go ahead and blow it.
[21:40:42] <Wolf> *WOLF DOES. AND HE DOES.*
[21:43:31] <GreenBridge> *Not even a second after Wolf presses the button, there's a noise far louder than the distant, rolling thunder; accompanied by a deep vibration almost akin to a momentary earthquake. A chorus of slammed brakes, honks, and screaming fills the air.*
[21:44:27] <Wolf> *Wolf lets out a little whoop. Yay for explosions.*
[21:44:32] <Dallas> *Dallas steels himself against the rumble, flexing his fingers. Waiting for Bain to give them the go ahead.*
[21:45:30] <Hoxton> Holy shite! *Hox holds onto the seat in front of him. A brief wide eyed look as he dons the mask. This bridge better not come drashing down*
[21:47:49] <GreenBridge> *But before Bain can give the all clear, there's another explosion. A blinding ball of orange fire lights up the sky, wider than the six-lane span of the bridge, and the force of it sends cars flying. Most of the car windows within view shatter. It's accompanied by deafening groans of tortured metal as an entire section of the bridge, about four car-lengths, falls down into the choppy water beneath.*
[21:48:16] <GreenBridge> *The source of the secondary explosion is soon revealed: a tanker truck, evidently carrying something explosive, was caught too close to their initial detonation.*
[21:50:13] <Dallas> *Dallas lets out a startled curse.* Jesus fucking Christ! That was not-- Bain? Bain, what the hell was that?
[21:50:30] <Wolf> .. I- I didn't do that- I-
[21:50:48] <GreenBridge> *Bain radios in, cursing.* Fucking...I think a tanker truck got clipped by debris! This wasn't the plan! Fuck!
[21:51:21] <GreenBridge> Get our guy outta there, quick! We don't have much time!
[21:51:26] <Hoxton> *Hox yelps as the second shockwave hits, shielding his face with his arm. His stomach drops as he sees part of the bridge collapse* Holy SHITE. GUYS. IS THIS BLOODY THING SABLE?
[21:51:31] <Hoxton> *Stable.
[21:51:32] <Wolf> .. *He's got his mask on now.* Show must go on.
[21:51:49] <Dallas> Ah, shit! *Dallas tugs the mask down over his face, jumps out of the van. Trying to get a look at the prison transport vehicles, make sure they didn't get caught in the explosion.*
[21:52:14] <Dallas> *WOW, YEAH. Good question. How far away is the collapsed section?*
[21:52:38] <GreenBridge> *Luckily, being a suspension bridge, the bridge seems stable enough for the moment.*
[21:52:44] <Hoxton> *Hox scrambles out after them, taking out his AR. Ready to shoot...and scoot.*
[21:53:35] <Dallas> *Dallas is already on the move, heading for the site of the explosion. Keeping an eye out for police cars or armed escort.*
[21:54:18] <GreenBridge> As the gang makes their way forward, they move against a tide of civilians who've abandoned their cars to escape on foot.
[21:54:19] <GreenBridge> It isn't long before the prison transport trucks become visible. Two of the prison transport trucks are relatively close by; the two others are much further up the bridge, close to the detonation. The third truck is further forward, and is flipped over on its side. The fourth van is right on the precipice of the destroyed section of the bridge.*
[21:54:27] <GreenBridge> The two nearby trucks are surrounded by several confused and disoriented prison guards, as well as a number of their police escort. *
[21:55:34] <Dallas> *Dallas roughly shoulders past one of the fleeing civilians. He's got his Kalash up, barking sharply* Out of the way, people! Stay out of our way! Stand clear!
[21:56:19] <Hoxton> There! There they are! *He points at the trucks and curses.* And the bloody escort!
[21:56:54] <GreenBridge> One of the cops spots the masked, armed figures advancing on the convoy, and starts to raise his weapon towards them.
[21:59:44] <Dallas> *Dallas starts yelling.* Hands up! Put your fucking hands up, motherfucker!
[22:01:02] <Hoxton> *Hox takes aim at the guard. Ready to shoot the wanker if he as much as twitches the trigger.*
[22:02:45] <GreenBridge> *The cop is dazed from the explosion, and finds himself numbly complying with Dallas' command. A few of the smarter prison guards follow suit. However, there are a few other cops and guards who haven't gotten the message.*
[22:04:10] <Wolf> *Wolf's got his pistol out now, headed towards the noncomplicent guards.* Did you fucking hear him?
[22:04:14] <Hoxton>  Oi ya wankers, hands off ya bloody guns! Or this will get fuckin messy! *he yells.*
[22:05:26] <Dallas> *A sideways glance at the noncompliant officers, but his teammates are on it, so Dallas focuses on the others, shouting them down to the ground to relieve them of their weapons.*
[22:05:32] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a 1d6 for those trying to intimidate))
[22:06:20] <Dallas> *Could I argue for 2d6? Domination is Dallas' thing, so to speak.*
[22:06:34] <Dallas> !roll 2d6
[22:06:35] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 2d6 and gets: 7 [2, 5]
[22:07:02] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[22:07:03] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[22:09:03] <GreenBridge> *These people are terrified into submission, giving up their weapons without even hesitating. However, there's a distant voice somewhere, and going by the number of cop cars on the bridge, there's one cop missing.
[22:10:41] <Dallas> *Dallas throws their confiscated guns off the edge, then says to the other two--three* Looks like someone's playing hard to get. Find him.
[22:11:32] <Hoxton> Fuck's sake! *Hoxton nods and goes to find the missing dwarf. AR ready, the back of his neck prickling.*
[22:11:46] <GreenBridge> *Chains is busy setting up saws. So he's occupied anyways.*
[22:17:55] <GreenBridge> *The voice suddenly goes quiet as Hoxton nears an abandoned minivan. For a moment it seems like he's lost the guy, but then a police dispatcher crackles over a radio. It's loud, and close.* I do not copy, say again?
[22:17:55] <GreenBridge> *Resigning himself to his fate, the cop hiding on the other side of the van shouts into the radio.* IT'S THE CLOWNS. THEY BLEW UP FUCKING GREEN BRIDGE. SEND FUCKING EVERYBODY!!
[22:19:54] <Hoxton> *Hox curses and dashes towards the voice. When he spots the lost cop, he goes for a mean hit with the butt end of his rifle.*
[22:21:55] <GreenBridge> *He goes down. After a few moments, his radio crackles back into life.* All available units, rendevouz at the south entrance of Green Bridge. All SWAT and HRT units prepare for mobilization. Air units, ready at duty stations and await further orders. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill...

2019-02-05 Green Bridge (part II)

[19:30:51] <Wolf> *Wolf's at the scene, a gun pointed to the collapsed cop.* You're gonna fucking regret that.
[19:32:29] <Dallas> *Dallas is just finishing tying up his small herd of disarmed LEOs. He yells over to them* What's going on? Talk to me, people!
[19:32:52] <GreenBridge> *The cop is dazed by Hoxton's attack, but his eyes manage to focus on Wolf. He spits in his direction, but it's lost in the rain.*
[19:33:46] <Wolf> *He jerks his shotgun forward, moving it closer to his face.* You think this is a fucking game? 'Cause it is, AND I'M WINNING!
[19:34:08] <Hoxton> *Hox curses in frustration and shoots the radio. Not that it can be used for further mischief.* Wolf, get our special guest to the others. Fook! *he turns and yells over* BIG HEAT INCOMING. LET'S GET MOVIN, FELLAS.
[19:34:44] <GreenBridge> *Chains has set the first and second saws on the two nearby trucks; the other two trucks are still ahead. Almost immediately, one of the saws stops working. Chains rolls his eyes.* Broke dick piece of shit saw! *He gets to work fixing it, grumbling all the while.*
[19:36:00] <Wolf> *He grumbles at that, grabbing the cop by the collar and dragging him away. He doesn't get to stand up.* If you try **anything**, I WILL kill you.
[19:36:27] <Dallas> *Dallas curses loudly. He quickly casts around for the thickest bit of cover he can find that's not one of the prison transport trucks or a normal passenger vehicle, preferably to one of the sides of the bridge. His plan is to move all the hostages there, out of the line of fire.*
[19:36:40 <GreenBridge> *The cop retorts,* Like you fucking killed all those people?!
[19:37:09] <Wolf> No. Worse.
[19:37:15] <Dallas> *Dallas can't resist blurting out* For your information, that wasn't supposed to collapse the bridge!
[19:37:38] <Dallas> You can thank your government for shoddy materials!
[19:37:58] <GreenBridge> *There's two terminals up ahead where the heavy cables attach to the roadway. There's pretty solid cover behind those.*
[19:38:06] <GreenBridge> *By the third truck.*
[19:38:22] <GreenBridge> Are you shitting me? You think that makes this okay??
[19:38:30] <Wolf> Yeah.
[19:38:45] <Hoxton> Less talkin, more moving, sunshine! *he gives the cop a nudge with his rifle and hurries to fetch the other two saws. Inwardly counting down.*
[19:38:58] <Dallas> *Dallas starts herding the hostages towards the nearest terminal, hustling them along. To the cop* I don't wanna hear you whining! Just shut up, and keep your head down!
[19:39:16] <GreenBridge> *The cop moves along, muttering,* Fucking psychopaths...
[19:39:38] <Wolf> You can't say anything to us that we don't wear like a badge, yankee.
[19:40:31] <GreenBridge> *As Dallas draws closer to the terminals, he sees that the one nearest the third truck has a blood trail leading behind it, though it is rapidly washing away in the rain.*
[19:42:50] <Dallas> *Oh fuck. Dallas yells for the hostages to stay put, follows after the blood at a wary jog. He braces himself against the truck and takes a peek behind that terminal, trying to catch a glimpse of the bleeder.*
[19:43:20] <GreenBridge> *There's a man sitting with his back to the steel wall, in the middle of a pool of his own blood, which swirls as it mixes with the rainwater. There's a piece of jagged shrapnel about the size of his forearm embedded deep in his belly, almost penetrating entirely through him. It's not a cop, or a prisoner; it's just an average guy who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.*
[19:44:21] <Dallas> *Dallas lowers his gun and approaches warily. Conscious?*
[19:45:37] <GreenBridge> *Not moving visibly. Unclear if he's even still breathing.*
[19:46:07] <Dallas> *Wasting precious seconds, but Dallas is compelled to kneel next to him and feel for a pulse.*
[19:47:27] <GreenBridge> *He's gone.*
[19:49:20] <Dallas> *Dallas stares at him for a moment, and then he gets up and heads back to the hostages to usher them all behind cover. No time to move that guy; they'll just have to deal with occupying the same space as a dead body.*
[19:50:35] <Hoxton> *Meanwhile, Hoxton fetches the two remaining saws, affixing them onto the other two trucks. They almost slip from his graps in the rain and he curses.*
[19:51:28] <GreenBridge> *A couple of the hostages gasp or recoil upon seeing the body; one even throws up. But their fear of the gang outweighs their discomfort, and they settle down, huddled against each other in the small area.*
[19:52:42] <GreenBridge> *It's a little awkward attaching the saw to the truck flipped on its side, but he manages it. However, as he approaches the fourth transport, it begins to slide down off the bridge. Terrified screams can be heard as the van falls off the edge, plummeting into the cold, stormy waters hundreds of feet below. Better hope he wasn't in that one, yeah?*
[19:54:47] <Hoxton> *Hox lets out a startled yelp as well. He swears he can feel the bridge shudder as the van slides down. He backs away, jogging back to the others.* Shite....holy shite! One of the trucks just fuckin dipped it! If he was in there, it's all tits up!
[19:55:07] <Dallas> *Dallas jumps at the scraping sound. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what just happened. He turns back to the hostages, says in a firm voice* Listen up, buddies. We're not here to hurt any of you. Just keep your heads down, and everything's gonna be just fine. Stick your head out, and you're gonna end up shot. So don't move. *With that, he leaves them to their huddle and runs back to the others.*
[19:57:07] <GreenBridge> *The hostages comply, a few of them bleakly watching him as he leaves.*
[20:04:32] <Wolf> *Wolf's dropped the cop near Chains and the drill, having dragged him the whole way there, as one can see. He folds his arms.* .. Fuckin' pigs..
[20:05:32] <GreenBridge> *The cop's a little worse for wear after being dragged so far. He mutters,* Fucking clowns.
[20:07:14] <Dallas> *Dallas gives the scuffed up cop an exasperated look. How far to the terminal where he's stashed the others? If it's too much of a trip, THE COP CAN STAY HERE.*
[20:07:24] <Dallas> *Also, is he attractive? Young?*
[20:09:50] <Hoxton> *Hox joins the other, shooting the cop a look. He takes the sniper from his back and gently tilts his head.* If ya wanna make this, shut ya trap. Trust me, no one minds ya takin a dive if you as much as look at us wrong. *With that, he takes cover, propping the big gun. Underneath the mask, he breathing hard. Nervous and anticipating the oncoming assault.*
[20:09:57] <GreenBridge> *It's a bit of a walk. Just far enough to be annoying. And the cop is not particularly pretty; looks like his nose has been broken at least twice in the past. He's real young, though. Probably only a year or two out of the academy.*
[20:10:58] <Dallas> *No, it's worth it. Dallas drags him to his feet, force marches him to sit with the others.*
[20:13:37] <GreenBridge> *The cop is begrudgingly marched there without incident. When he is forced to the ground, he looks back up at his captor. If looks could kill, Dallas would be dead on the ground.*
[20:15:37] <Dallas> *As amusing as the glare is, with the body seeping blood nearby, Dallas can't quite muster the strength to smile. He goes* You're welcome. *He starts to turn back, stops to have a look at the others. Behaving? How's everyone doing?*
[20:16:30] <GreenBridge> *Some of them are holding each other, a couple are sobbing, the rest are either dead-eyed or flinching away from him.*
[20:17:52] <Dallas> *All right, that's totally fine in his book. He lopes back to where the drills are going, doing the rounds to make sure they're all going smoothly. He'll help out anywhere he's needed.*
[20:18:42] <GreenBridge> *The tension in the air could be cut by a knife (or even a saw) as they wait for the saws to do their work.*
[20:18:47] <GreenBridge> ((Someone give me a 1d3))
[20:20:02] <Hoxton> !roll 1d3
[20:20:02] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d3 and gets: 3 [3]
[20:21:28] <GreenBridge> *The first and second saws keep breaking down, but it seems like the horizontal positioning of the third truck actually helps the saw keep running, and though it was the last placed, it's the first to cut through the doors.*
[20:24:24] <Hoxton> Is that the sound of a saw fookin done? *he peers behind him, then cursing* Why do these piece of shits always break down?
[20:24:24] <GreenBridge> *Chains answers,* Because they're all pieces of shit!
[20:24:24] <Hoxton> Enough money to fuckin demolish a bridge but not for fuckin decent saws! *He groans but there is a bit of humor in his voice.*
[20:24:54] <Wolf> *Wolf's at the saw immediately, pulling it off and swinging open the door.*
[20:27:47] <GreenBridge> *Three prisoners are cuffed inside. All of them look confused, and none of them are Asian. Despite that, the one nearest the door holds out his hands to Wolf* Thank god! You gotta get these cuffs off! Please!
[20:28:23] <Wolf> .. *Wolf immediately slams the door shut. Somebody else's problem.*
[20:28:50] <Dallas> *Dallas swings the door open again, peers around at the three. Any familiar faces?*
[20:29:31] <GreenBridge> *Nope.*
[20:29:52] <Dallas> *He promptly closes the door on them.*
[20:30:18] <GreenBridge> *There's a pounding on the door.* Please! For fuck's sake!
[20:30:59] <GreenBridge> ((ACHIEVEMENT GET: Back to prison))
[20:31:08] <GreenBridge> ((On the Green Bridge job, free and then zip-tie all extra prisoners from the prison vans.))
[20:31:13] <Dallas> *Dallas raps sharply on the door with the butt of his Kalash.* Quiet in there! I don't wanna hear any talking--or yelling, OR BREATHING. Just STAY. LOW.
[20:31:23] <Wolf> *He's grabbed a  nearby piece of debris to latch the door shut with. Not today. The cops'll handle em.*
[20:31:24] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at the truck. If they let them go, they could be a nice distraction. But then they will probably die at the hands of the cops.*
[20:31:36] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly backs out of the way at Wolf's makeshift latch.*
[20:32:15] <GreenBridge> *The mouthy guy won't shut up.* C'mon man, I can't go back to prison! Do you have any idea what Hazelton is like??
[20:33:18] <Dallas> *I'm so sorry, Wolf. Dallas pries the latch out from the door, swings it open again.* Who was that? Which one of you said that?
[20:34:13] <Hoxton> *Well the two saws are still jammed? Hox props his sniper behind his cover and hurries to check on them.*
[20:34:30] <GreenBridge> *The guy nearest the door. Skinny guy, lots of tattoos. Looks a bit like a young Steve Buscemi.*
[20:34:59] <Dallas> *Dallas yells to him over the rain* What're you in for?
[20:35:24] <GreenBridge> *Chains has been fixing them, but he won't say no to Hoxton's aid.*
[20:36:18] <GreenBridge> I was framed, man, I was framed! *He's indignant, but looking shifty-eyed.*
[20:36:48] <Hoxton> If we make this, ya bet I'll fucking whine Bain's ear about the fuckin drills. C'mon! Sawy piece of shit! *when the saws are done, he hurries back to the prisoner spectacle.*
[20:36:53] <Dallas> *Dallas shoots a wary glance down the bridge, turns to the other two in the truck.* What's he in for?
[20:37:07] <Wolf> *He squints.* ... Dude, we're- we're not cops. *.. He does feel a bit bad, though, if he is telling the truth.*
[20:38:21] <GreenBridge> *Before they can answer, though it's initially masked by the rainfall, there's the unmistakable noise of an incoming helicopter. It has a blinding spotlight, swinging directly towards the ruined section of the bridge.*
[20:39:19] <Wolf> .. Well, shit.
[20:39:56] <Dallas> *Dallas spits out* Shit. *He turns to young Buscemi, says* Lawyer up, okay? Just lawyer up, and figure out your rights! Good luck! *With that, he slams the door and starts retreating to the next truck.*
[20:40:30] <GreenBridge> *The light systematically starts sweeping up the bridge, towards the bridge terminals and trucks.*
[20:40:47] <Hoxton> Ah fuck! Never mind those twats! The fuckin cops are here! *he hurries for his rifle, ready to defend their little fort*
[20:41:47] <Wolf> *Wolf takes a second, visibly having an intense mental debate with himself. Then, when nobody's looking. He swings the door open yet again, getting the man's cuffs off and throwing him onto the sidewalk.* Run.
[20:44:38] <Dallas> *Dallas is taking up a defensive position, trying to keep out of direct line of sight of the chopper. Just in case they got a sniper on board.*
[20:44:54] <GreenBridge> *The prisoner doesn't need another word of encourgement. He's off like a shot, sprinting down the bridge as fast as he can. The bright orange jumpsuit and avoidance of cover make him a perfect target for the sniper in the helicopter. Bang.*
[20:45:20] <Dallas> *Dallas barks out* Heads down, sniper!
[20:45:39] <Wolf> *Wolf stands there, for a moment, completely stunned. Silent.*
[20:45:49] <Hoxton> Ah fuck! *He ducks as he hears the very familiar shot. He turns towards Dallas.* Should I try an get this sonovabitch?
[20:46:54] <Dallas> *firmly* Stay. Down. If they swing around, take a shot at the pilot.
[20:47:17] <GreenBridge> *The helicopter keeps moving up the bridge, doing a systematic sweep. The spotlight pauses for a good ten seconds as it shines on the bridge terminal where the hostages are.*
[20:47:29] <Dallas> *Oh God, is Wolf just standing out there?*
[20:47:49] <Hoxton> Gotcha! *He huddles deeper into cover but following the chopper with a fierce squint behind his mask*
[20:48:45] <Dallas> *Dallas peers out behind cover. Small window while they've got the hostages in their spotlight, so he makes a low slinking dash over to Wolf, bodily dragging him behind cover with him.*
[20:50:55] <Hoxton> Ah fuck! WOLF, MOVE! FUCK'S SAKE! *he readies his gun. C'mon, spotlight! Dont catch them!*
[20:52:39] <Wolf> *Wolf's slumped down into cover, his voice near whisper.* I.. I thought he.. I thought he could make it-
[20:54:14] <Dallas> Yeah, you and me both. Keep your head down, buddy.
[20:54:53] <GreenBridge> *Lucky they did get Wolf into cover; the spotlight sweeps past where he was standing only seconds later. It continues to work its way up the bridge.*
[20:54:58] <GreenBridge> ((Someone give me a 1d2))
[20:56:44] <Hoxton> !roll 1d2
[20:56:44] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d2 and gets: 1 [1]
[20:58:30] <Wolf> *It takes him a moment, but soon he's straightened back up, any sign of emotion gone, washed away by the rain. Every fish gets fried eventually, he tells himself.*
[20:59:18] <GreenBridge> *The saw on the first truck finishes, and Chains is able to make a dash for it while the helicopter is still making its way forward. He cries out,* Empty! It's a decoy! *He takes cover inside a nearby open minivan, just in time as the helicopter passes his position.*
[21:00:06] <GreenBridge> *The last saw finishes.*
[21:00:58] <Dallas> *Dallas barks out* Last one's done! Let's haul ass, ladies!
[21:01:59] <Hoxton> *And Hox hauls ass. Darting from cover to cover, making sure his fellow heisters keep up.*
[21:04:37] <GreenBridge> *The helicopter sweeps its way past the second truck, continuing its search forwards. However, there's another helicopter in the distance, approaching from the end of the bridge. This helicopter is much larger - clearly a troop transport.*
[21:07:30] <Dallas> *Dallas stops to watch the chopper, squinting in the rain.* Ah shit, we got SWAT inbound! Move, move! *He ducks behind a passenger vehicle, sets his Kalash down, strips out of his bright yellow raincoat. With snipers watching the bridge, he can deal with a little rain. Then he casts a quick look around and makes for the truck.*
[21:07:53] <Dallas> *Their man had better be in there, or all those people died for a big nothing.*
[21:11:28] <GreenBridge> *He makes it to the truck without incident. Three prisoners are inside, and there, in the back, sits a Chinese man. He looks a bit more haggard than the picture you got, but it seems like it's him.*
[21:11:59] <Hoxton> *You know what, the raincoat ditch is a good idea for someone who might go and snipe. He ditches his one as well.*
[21:12:01] <Dallas> *Uhhh. Does he have a name?*
[21:12:15] <Dallas> *Might be a bit rude to point right at him and go, "YOU. THE ASIAN GUY."*
[21:14:23] <Dallas> *Dallas points right at him. Probably a bit aggressively.* You! Asian guy! Ah, shit! Sorry, forgot your name, man! *struggles a bit* Giant, ogre--whatever the fuck the codeword was. We're getting you outta here, and you're going home! C'mon, c'mon!
[21:15:12] <GreenBridge> *The guy echoes enthusiastically,* Giant! Giant! *He holds out his cuffed hands.*
[21:15:40] <Dallas> *Dallas gestures, embarrassed.* Giant! Thank you! *He wastes no time uncuffing the poor bastard and helping him out.* You good? Can you walk?
[21:16:57] <GreenBridge> *The guy rubs his wrists, but nods.* Walk, yes. *He does not seem to be a fan of the rain, scowling upwards.*
[21:17:49] <Dallas> We got snipers circling the bridge, so stay low. You move when we move, got it? Gonna get you outta here in one piece.
[21:19:20] <GreenBridge> Good, very good! *English is clearly not his first language, but he seems to understand enough of what you're saying to get the gist of it.*
[21:20:27] <Hoxton> *What is the sniper copter doing? Hox is following the thing, if there is a moment to take aim at the pilot, he will.* I'll try and get that fuckin chopper outta the sky.
[21:21:25] <GreenBridge> *The sniper helicopter has stopped once it reached the construction site; it's moving back towards them now. There's definitely an opportunity. The SWAT helicopter thunders overhead, moving swiftly past them towards where the hostages are being kept. The doors open, ropes fall, and four officers in full gear begin to rappel downwards.*
[21:23:09] <Dallas> *OH GOOD. Dallas keeps his voice down, saying to the others* Hostage evac. Let's move. *He'll be sticking with the VIP. Gotta make sure he doesn't fall behind or get grabbed.*
[21:23:51] <Hoxton> *Hox takes a deep breath and takes aim at the pilot. Trying to still his racing heart he waits until he has the man right in his crosshairs*
[21:24:41] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a...2d6))
[21:24:50] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[21:24:51] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 9 [5, 4]
[21:26:36] <Dallas> *Either way, with the chopper oriented the way it is, no way the sniper's returning fire. Dallas takes point, taking the VIP with him. Moving from cover to cover down the bridge in the direction of the extraction point.*
[21:29:23] <GreenBridge> *Despite the horrendous conditions, Hoxton's aim is true. His shot hits the guy in the chest, and he loses control of the helicopter. The heli lurches to the side as it falls, and its blades clip the roadway and metal guardrail, then shatter. The heli tumbles over the side of the bridge.*
[21:30:34] <Hoxton> *A whoop of feral victory. One second, he stands there. Watching the heli lurch and swerve to the side before hurrying after Dallas, Wolf and the VIP.* FUCKER GOT IT.
[21:30:46] <GreenBridge> *Luckily for Dallas, all of the cars that were stuck in rush hour traffic provide consistent cover. It's just a matter of picking which ones to hide behind.*
[21:32:11] <Dallas> *The sight is arresting. Nothing like in the movies. Dallas stares for a moment, breathless, then nudges the VIP ahead of him. Keeping steady pace. Stopping behind an SUV to wait for the others to catch up.*
[21:32:45] <Dallas> *hoarsely* Good work, buddy!
[21:33:01] <GreenBridge> *The VIP is similarly halted, his jaw dropping. At Dallas' nudge, he starts moving again.*
[21:34:46] <Hoxton> One thing less to worry about! *he reloads the sniper, looking proud. One wanka less to threaten his mates.* C'mon, Mr Giant or whatever! Move!
[21:35:51] <GreenBridge> *Meanwhile, the SWAT units have started freeing the hostages. The mouthy cop is standing, shouting at the SWAT officers, and pointing in the gang's direction. At a command from one of the SWAT officers, the hostages drop down from sight again, taking cover. The four SWAT start making a tactical advance towards the gang.*

2019-02-06 Green Bridge (part III)

[18:12:41] <Dallas> *Dallas completely ignores the HRT. He's making for the scaffolding with the VIP in tow, and damned if he's gonna be the first to fire. Gonna put as much distance between them and the cops as possible.*
[18:13:21] <Wolf> *Wolf doesn't spend enough time thinking to decide that shooting the mouthy cop isn't a good idea.* I TOLD YOU TO NOT FUCKING MOVE!
[18:14:16] <Hoxton> *Hox wont fire as well. He straps the sniper onto his back, taking his AR. Just in case when the bullets start flying. He looks over to Wolf, cursing under his breath* Wolf! Down! Jesus christ!
[18:15:14] <Dallas> *Do they have any supplies in the van?*
[18:15:18] <Dallas> *Twitch's van.*
[18:15:49] <GreenBridge> *Spare ammo, medical kits, a couple of grenades. Have something in mind?*
[18:16:13] <Dallas> *Nope, just in case things go tits up! Always good to know what we can fall back on. Thanks!*
[18:19:53] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a...2d6))
[18:20:43] <Wolf> !roll 2d6
[18:20:43] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 2d6 and gets: 7 [2, 5]
[18:24:12] <Wolf> *A load near-roar comes from the XL, the cop dropping dead.* .. I told you. Not to fucking. Move.
[18:25:30] <GreenBridge> *Even with Wolf's shouts, the mouthy cop doesn't expect Wolf to actually fire at him. He staggers back, blood erupting from the dozen wounds the minigun inflicts in less than a second. He falls back down to the ground, unmoving, and you can hear the hostages screaming.*
[18:25:51] <GreenBridge> *The SWAT react by getting into cover, two of them firing on the source of the gunshots.*
[18:26:01] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a 1d6 wolf))
[18:26:10] <Wolf> *He winces at the civilian screams.* SHUT THE FUCK UP!
[18:26:14] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[18:26:14] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[18:27:37] <Dallas> *Call Dallas a mover, 'cause at the burst of automatic fire, he's hauling ass, dragging the VIP with him. Speeding up to a jog, ducking between cars.* Move move move, holy SHIT--
[18:28:15] <GreenBridge> *A few bullets pierce the cars immediately surrounding Wolf, but between the bad conditions and the sudden shock of the level of armaments they're facing, the SWAT have trouble drawing a bead on him.*
[18:29:11] <Hoxton> *A moment of stunned looking. Holy shit, the cop almost exploded. But then Hox shakes his head and hauls after Dallas and the VIP. Keeping close to the cars.*
[18:29:35] <GreenBridge> *The VIP's terrified, but keeps moving, uttering some no doubt choice words in Chinese.*
[18:30:06] <Dallas> *DALLAS CONCURS. Head down, Chinese guy.*
[18:30:06] <Wolf> *The minigun's pointed at them now, Wolf letting out some demonic noise between a howl and a scream.*
[18:30:31] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme another 2d6))
[18:31:29] <Wolf> !roll 2d6
[18:31:29] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 2d6 and gets: 8 [5, 3]
[18:33:05] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[18:33:05] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 3 [3]
[18:33:25] <Wolf> *Two down. He's laughing now, a manic laugh.*
[18:34:14] <GreenBridge> *Chains lays down some cover fire. He doesn't manage to hit the two remaining cops, but he prevents one from attempting to flank Wolf.*
[18:36:35] <GreenBridge> ((Wolf gimme a 1d6))
[18:36:59] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[18:36:59] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[18:39:29] <GreenBridge> *The cops try to return fire on Wolf, but in the face of his overpowered weaponry and manic laughing, alongside the slaughter of their comrades, they decide to start pulling back, retreating towards the hostages.*
[18:40:01] <Wolf> *He's lowered his guard as he retreats to the others, still giggling.*
[18:41:31] <GreenBridge> *Chains keeps an eye on the cops as Wolf heads his direction, but doesn't need to fire a single shot. He and Wolf manage to make their way towards the others without the cops interfering.*
[18:51:45] <GreenBridge> ((Alright, so Dallas, Hox, are you waiting for the other two? or just booking it?))
[18:52:25] <Dallas> *Hauling ass. Not even looking back. Though Dallas is keeping a keen lookout for anyone coming up towards them from the bottom of the bridge. Any signs of trouble?*
[18:53:12] <Hoxton> *Hox is keeping a close eye on Dallas and the VIP. Wolf and Chains look like they can handle themselves. And he's keen on not gettting caught between the cops.*
[18:53:40] <Hoxton> *Also carfully checking the bridge for more snipers.*
[19:01:14] <GreenBridge> *Dallas and Hoxton pass by the van you used to get here. Twitch is long gone, having blended in with the crowd of civilians who were desperately trying to evacuate the bridge.*
[19:01:15] <GreenBridge> *Up ahead looms the construction site. On each side of the roadway are two scaffolding structures, both about 4 levels high. The walls are a combination of plywood and plastic sheeting, rippling in the wind.*
[19:01:21] <GreenBridge> *Bain radios in.* The tower on your right hand side - get him up to the top of it! *His voice is heavily distorted by static. Probably interference from the storm.*
[19:02:17] <GreenBridge> *At the construction site, there are a lot fewer cars to take cover behind, but there's a number of piles of cinderblocks, some sort of large construction vehicle, and even a shipping container.*
[19:02:17] <GreenBridge> *Between the construction site, and what appears to be a trailer with a boat that's jackknifed across almost the entire bridge, your view of the other end of the bridge is entirely obstructed. But hey...is that an abandoned GenSec armored truck right by the construction site? Doors wide open?*
[19:03:27] <Dallas> *That does not look stable. But Dallas shouts back an affirmative, ushers the VIP ahead of him towards the scaffolding. Dallas casts a glance towards the striking black and gray GenSec truck, but since there's no one there, he leaves it alone.*
[19:03:59] <GreenBridge> *No snipers in sight, Hoxton. Seems like they're hesitant to send in more after the last one was defeated so spectacularly.*
[19:08:11] <Hoxton> *Well. THis looks like bloody fun and tetanus. He grimaces at the creaky construction tower but the GenSec truck catches his attention. He goes to have a quick look inside. Not like they can haul any loot now but just in case an opening presents itself..))
[19:08:33] <Dallas> ((Take at least one dollar bill. For a keepsake.))
[19:08:43] <Dallas> ((And also for continuity reasons. So you can be rrrrich later, during your actual breakout.))
[19:09:14] <Hoxton> ((Ohh D: The infamous dollar!))
[19:09:31] <GreenBridge> *The boxes inside are still locked, and there are no keys in sight. But there is, however, a clipboard with a manifest of what's in which boxes.*
[19:10:47] <Hoxton> *A shite. Well. A quicky look across the manifest cant hurt yes?*
[19:16:18] <GreenBridge> *A lot of items with sentimental value, some documents worth a lot to the right people, a cash delivery to an H&T bank and a highly insured box being delivered to Jacob's, a jeweler specializing in diamonds.*
[19:19:32] <Dallas> *Dallas glances back at Hox, but he's got a job to do, damn it, and this window of opportunity's about to slam shut any second now. He gingerly heads up the scaffolding with the VIP, giving him a few words of encouragement on the way up. Almost there, keep going.*
[19:19:58] <Dallas> *Dude's got that orange jumpsuit on, and they'll be a smaller target up there.*
[19:20:54] <Dallas> ((Also--alternate timeline where Wolf, Chains, Dallas, and Giant blow Green Bridge to rescue the ponytailed son of a wealthy British man. :D))
[19:21:00] <GreenBridge> *The interior is cluttered with various tools, crates, and raw materials. Two rickety metal staircases twist through the circumference of the interior. Dallas does come across two construction workers that have been hiding in the back.*
[19:21:10] <Dallas> ((The codeword? Hoxton, of fuckin' course. BD))
[19:21:51] <GreenBridge> ((...alternate timeline where Sydney's an original member of the gang and it's Wolf who makes a grand audition to join the gang))
[19:22:50] <Wolf> ((alternate timeline where dot's the human robot and jimmy's the dog))
[19:23:07] <Hoxton> *Hox is already fumbling out the lockpicks but then he sees Dallas and the VIP scrambling up the scaffolding. Ah...fuck! He scrambles out of the truck, and hurries after the two. Soon, little diamonds. Just ignore how insecure the scaffolding looks like.*
[19:23:19] <Dallas> *Dallas stops at the sight of them, raising his gun before their clothes register, and he lowers his aim again. What're they doing, just cowering?*
[19:24:25] <GreenBridge> *They are once they see you have a mask and a gun.*
[19:26:12] <Dallas> *Dallas steps closer, yelling over the wind* All right, you two! You hear the shooting just now? That was my partners, and they shot up a bunch of cops, and they're heading up right now. So stay quiet, and stay down, or you're gonna end up dead, capisce?
[19:27:43] <GreenBridge> *They don't need further encouragement. They seem a little surprised at how nice Dallas is being about it, and comply.*
[19:28:35] <GreenBridge> *Meanwhile, Chains and Wolf have made it to the construction site.*
[19:29:05] <Wolf> *He's still doing that little chuckle, though laughing at nothing, now.*
[19:29:07] <Dallas> *Dallas motions for the VIP to follow him, and keeps on climbing, yelling back at them* For what it's worth--sorry!
[19:30:20] <GreenBridge> *The VIP follows him. He's got such severe tunnel vision by this point that he doesn't even seem to notice the construction workers. He's focused on his escape.*
[19:31:02] <Hoxton> *Hox is huffing up the scaffolding. You can hear his approach by his cursing which grows subsequently louder. Seems he is not really fond of the swaying scaffolding in the rain.* Bleedin hell....bollocks this is! I'll have Bain for this!
[19:31:04] <Dallas> *That's cool, man! Dallas has plenty of peripheral vision to spare--metaphorically speaking. The mask is severely limiting. He makes sure the poor guy doesn't lose his footing or stumble.*
[19:32:32] <GreenBridge> *Chains eyes Wolf, but doesn't say anything. He's gotten somewhat used to it by now.*
[19:33:59] <GreenBridge> *Dallas and the VIP reach the top. Just as Bain said, there's a chair to strap him into. Calling it a chair is a bit of a stretch - it looks more like an ejector seat. It's got an extensive harness, and on the back is an automatic inflator for the guide balloon, which is attached to a long, heavy duty cable.*
[19:34:15] <Dallas> *THIS DOES NOT LOOK SAFE.*
[19:34:46] <Dallas> *Right. How does the VIP feel about this? Dallas looks to him to see how he reacts to the exit strategy.*
[19:35:09] <Dallas> *For emphasis, he goes* Well, this is it!
[19:36:21] <GreenBridge> *The VIP appears to at least recognize the chair's purpose. He closes his eyes, swallows dryly, then nods, making his way over to the chair and sitting down.*
[19:37:20] <Hoxton> *Hox scrambles up on the top, eyeing the seat with big eyes behind the mask.* What the fook. Jesus, fella's in for a ride. *He switches the AR for his sniper rifle, sweeping the other tower and does his best to secure.* Bain is goin big on this one, huh?
[19:37:44] <Dallas> *All righty, then! Dallas comes over, letting his Kalash hang while he helps him with the straps. Gotta make sure he doesn't fall out.*
[19:39:24] <GreenBridge> *The VIP seems scared, but nowhere near as terrified as he was when he was hearing gunfire.*
[19:40:22] <Wolf> *Wolf just watches now, intrigued. Off in his own headspace now.*
[19:40:45] <Dallas> *Oh, that's good! Dallas checks the straps, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chocolate bar, which he presses into the guy's hands.* Here you go, compliments of the flight crew. You're gonna be just fine.
[19:41:14] <GreenBridge> *Chains finally makes it upstairs, huffing a little in his overburdened setup. He doesn't complain, however, and finds a vantage point near Hoxton to scan for hostiles.*
[19:41:37] <GreenBridge> *The VIP smiles weakly at that, and gives Dallas a thumbs up.*
[19:42:36] <GreenBridge> *He doesn't eat it, though. Just hangs onto it.*
[19:43:35] <Dallas> *Dallas echoes the thumbs up, roughly pats his shoulder. You got this, kiddo. Then he goes behind the seat and raises the balloon. He doesn't consult the others. What did Bain decide for height? He'll do that.*
[19:43:44] <Wolf> *Wolf heads up too, silently watching with his head tilted.*
[19:44:03] <Dallas> *All right, low.*
[19:44:46] <Dallas> *Weather's already fucked with their plans enough. He doesn't feel safe raising it higher, especially with choppers circling.*
[19:46:16] <GreenBridge> *The balloon inflates in a manner of seconds, shooting up into the air. Its ascent is arrested by the shortened length of the cable. It barely seems possible for a plane to swoop in that low to make the catch, but Bain has assured them the pilot can do it at that height.*
[19:48:56] <GreenBridge> *With his higher vantage point, Hoxton can see over the obstacles that had previously blocked the view of the end of the bridge. It's an ugly sight. At the end of the bridge, where it meets the mainland, there are more cops than you've ever seen in one place, ever. They've thoroughly barricaded the bridge entrance, and have begun setting up new, staggered barricades further and further up the bridge.*
[19:50:30] <GreenBridge> *They've also managed to clear a zig-zag route that's clear enough for a car to drive through. And two black, unmarked SWAT vans are making use of that lane, and have almost made it up to the jackknifed trailer.*
[19:51:05] <Hoxton> *Well fuck him silly. That's...ungood. But not like they have to wade through that particular ocean. Only through the one below. He swallows heavily but otherwise keeps a close lookout. And then. Shit.* Oh fuck, fellas we are gettin company! Swat incomin!
[19:52:07] <Hoxton> Two trucks! Fuck, where the bloody pilot? *he follows the trucks with his sniper. No dice shooting through their windows. Probably fortified.*
[19:52:32] <GreenBridge> *Bain radios in.* He's on his way! Should be there in two minutes, tops!
[19:59:18] <Dallas> *Dallas crosses the platform to set up. Any good vantage points covering the entrance into the scaffolding? He'll keep an eye out there, spray fire down at anyone who tries to storm the tower.*
[20:00:08] <GreenBridge> *The balloon bobs gently as it's blown in the wind. The SWAT vans make it past the jackknifed boat, and purposefully park the vans so that the two of them, alongside the trailer, block off the entire bridge, railing to railing. Cops begin to pour out of the vans, weapons at the ready.*
[20:02:14] <GreenBridge> *There's irregularly spaced walls of plywood that block off parts of his view, but there is a spot that would let him look directly down onto the entrance. Opens him up to fire from the cops beneath, though.*
[20:02:30] <Dallas> *Does it look like the officers know where the team is?*
[20:02:54] <Hoxton> *Hox puts the sniper onto the railing and fumbles for a grenade. He'll definitely toss one down if the opportunity arises.*
[20:05:06] <Dallas> *Dallas peeps out from that spot, holding fire. He's curious to see whether the cops are headed for them, or doing a sweep up the bridge.*
[20:07:58] <GreenBridge> *There's about 12 heavy duty SWAT officers between both trucks. Some of them seem to be carrying non-standard loadouts; three of them are dressed in very dark colors, and there's one slow, lumbering guy in a fully padded bomb suit carrying a shotgun. Four of the officers (including one of the darker dressed cops) head to the tower opposite, but the rest are headed for the tower with the balloon.*
[20:10:48] <Dallas> *Dallas ducks back down, tells them* Got cops inbound. Eight of 'em. *He then peeps out of cover again, shouldering the Kalash. The odds are already stacked against them as is, so it's not like alerting the four others will matter. When they get close to the entrance, he fires off a burst at their feet. Not aiming to hurt, just scatter them.*
[20:11:13] <Wolf> *Wolf's nodded, already headed down.*
[20:12:49] <GreenBridge> *They jump back, but immediately return fire. And they're not trying to scatter, they're aiming to kill.*
[20:12:55] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a 1d6 Dallas))
[20:13:00] <Dallas> *Well, shit.*
[20:13:03] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[20:13:03] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[20:13:53] <Hoxton> *Hox has that heavy duty guy in his crosshairs. That guy looks like fucking trouble. No point to shoot his armor but a good headshot might make this guy stumble. Thankfully the helmet seems big enough and the cop not too agile.*
[20:14:32] <GreenBridge> *And they hit nothing but air. One bullet clips a metal strut of the scaffolding, and ricochets off to hit the bulldozer's faceplate. It leaves a scratch, but nothing more.*
[20:15:08] <GreenBridge> ((You gonna shoot, hox? if so, gimme a 2d6))
[20:15:19] <Wolf> *Wolf's down at the bottom now, his hands fidgeting with the minigun.*
[20:15:21] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[20:15:21] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 6 [3, 3]
[20:15:56] <Wolf> !roll 2d6
[20:15:56] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 2d6 and gets: 6 [1, 5]
[20:16:31] <GreenBridge> *The dozer seems to shrug off the shot, his armor soaking up the bullet without him even flinching.*
[20:17:32] <GreenBridge> *As the cops make their way inside, several round the corner and walk into Wolf's line of fire. Three go down before the rest can react.*
[20:17:53] <GreenBridge> ((Wolf gimme a 1d6))
[20:18:00] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[20:18:00] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[20:18:29] <Hoxton> *Oh fuck. Hox looks at the walking brute with a startled expression. Shit so the armor is tough...but...He adjusts his aim for his hands. Maybe if fortuna is with him he can hurt his hand and the shotgun*
[20:20:41] <GreenBridge> *Reveling in his slaughter, Wolf doesn't notice a wavering, forboding, rapidly approaching staticky sound. He suddenly finds himself slammed face-down on the ground, taken down by a flying kick from behind. The culprit, an agile cop wearing vision-enhancing goggles, starts beating the shit out of him with a nightstick.*
[20:21:26] <Wolf> *Wolf reaches a hand toward his comm, immediately trying to call for help.*
[20:23:26] <GreenBridge> *The outstretched hand becomes a target, and when the nightstick hits, Wolf feels something in his hand break.* ((Decided I needed a little more enduring a consequence))
[20:24:33] <GreenBridge> ((okay so Hox, you're going for the bulldozer's hands? 2d6))
[20:24:44] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[20:24:44] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 5 [1, 4]
[20:25:14] <Wolf> *Wolf lets out something of a howl at that. Holy shit.*
[20:26:19] <GreenBridge> *Again, the bulldozer shrugs the shot off. He looks up at Hoxton and laughs, making a mocking face at him.*
[20:27:11] <GreenBridge> *Chains is making his way downstairs to support Wolf when he sees the cloaker attacking him. He raises his weapon and...*
[20:27:15] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[20:27:15] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[20:28:56] <GreenBridge> *Headshot. The night vision goggles, they did nothing. The cloaker falls to the ground, dead. Chains runs to Wolf, offering him a hand up.* Asses are for kicking, not for sitting, now get up!
[20:29:31] <Wolf> *He grunts, yelping as he accidentally tries to reach with the injured hand.* F.. Fuck-
[20:29:57] <Hoxton> *Hox flinches, feeling a certain panic rise within him. Holy fuck, that guy is shrugging off sniper bullets like fucking snowflakes. Fuck the twat. Another shot at his faceplate. Wipe that smile off his face.*
[20:30:14] <GreenBridge> You okay man? *Though he's twitchy, trying to cover if more cops come around the corner, there's concern in his voice.*
[20:30:41] <GreenBridge> ((2d6, and it's your last roll before he gets inside the scaffolding))
[20:30:52] <Wolf> F-Fuck, how- how the fuck are those guys legal- *He grabs at his own hand once he's up.* B-Broke my fucking hand-
[20:30:58] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[20:30:59] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 5 [3, 2]
[20:32:08] <GreenBridge> *He hits, causing another crack in the faceplate, but the dozer is able to enter the scaffolding.*
[20:32:55] <Dallas> *OKAY. Dallas has ducked behind cover, just sitting there in the rain while he furiously works his hands, trying to keep warm. He gives a quick peep over the side--SEES NO DOZER, lets out a curse and heads down the ramp into the scaffolding. Gonna take up position on the next level down, find a corner, and wait for heads to pop up.*
[20:33:08] <Wolf> *As soon as Wolf sees the dozer, he screams. Loud. He's got too much shit going on right now.*
[20:34:11] <Hoxton> Oh fook! Big fella comin up now! Shite shite! *He puts the sniper onto his back and gets the AR, heading down to hold the scaffolding ramps. He positions himself to cover Dallas and secure the other side of the scaffolding. Breathing hard.*
[20:34:39] <Dallas> *The plan is to--hopefully--have a little wiggle room for retreat. If all goes well.*
[20:35:06] <GreenBridge> *Chains swings his rifle towards the dozer, crying out as he opens fire, full auto.*
[20:35:21] <GreenBridge> !roll 2d6
[20:35:21] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 2d6 and gets: 7 [3, 4]
[20:36:00] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[20:36:00] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[20:36:34] <Wolf> *Wolf's scrambled into a nearby corner, making faint pleas for his life.*
[20:37:02] <Dallas> Oh God-- BAIN?! What's the ETA on that evac?
[20:37:12] <GreenBridge> *The dozer shrugs off the blow, and this time, he's within range to return fire. Chains takes a shotgun blast to the chest, but thanks to his armor, it only knocks him to the ground.*
[20:37:34] <GreenBridge> ((Someone give me a 1d2))
[20:37:44] <Dallas> !roll 1d2
[20:37:44] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d2 and gets: 2 [2]
[20:39:18] <GreenBridge> *The pilot, flying an almost jarringly red small plane comes in for an attempt to pick up the VIP. The plane flies lower, and lower, and seems to be only inches from clipping the scaffolding, when...*
[20:40:44] <GreenBridge> *He picks up the VIP. The Chinese man disappears, suddenly pulled into the sky by the plane. Sadly, the unexpected force of the skyhook meant he was unable to keep a grip on the chocolate bar Dallas gave him.*
[20:42:52] <Dallas> *Dire as their situation is, Dallas can't resist dashing back up that ramp, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pickup. He misses it, of course, just sees the plane receding from sight. But they made it--they made it! Well, their VIP. But it's done! There's an immense sense of relief.*
[20:45:00] <Wolf> *Wolf's curled up in the back when Chains falls down, and it's then when the direness of the situation hits him like a truck. He looks around, frantically trying to find some sort of weapon usable. Anything.*
[20:45:14] <GreenBridge> *As Dallas sighs in relief, he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. The cops have been coming up the other staircase, and are nearly at the top level.*
[20:45:45] <Dallas> *Dallas swings around and opens fire on them.*
[20:46:29] <Hoxton> *Hox does as well. Cursing heavily.*
[20:46:34] <GreenBridge> *Within easy reach is a sledgehammer, a couple wrenches...and a jackhammer.*
[20:46:39] <GreenBridge> ((1d6, both of ya))
[20:46:46] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[20:46:46] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[20:46:51] <Hoxton> ((OF COURSE.))
[20:47:31] <Dallas> *Dallas isn't aiming at anyone in particular, just firing in their general direction. Do I still need to roll? When his mag's empty, he'll book it down the stairs over here.*
[20:47:32] <GreenBridge> ((gimme a 1d2, hox. One is richochet, 2 weapon jam))
[20:47:48] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[20:47:49] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 3 [3]
[20:47:54] <Wolf> *His eyes widen at the jackhammer. He's immediately scrambled for it, charging towards the dozer, making sure he can see it.* YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME, HUH?
[20:48:07] <Hoxton> !roll 1d2
[20:48:07] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d2 and gets: 2 [2]
[20:49:08] <GreenBridge> *Dallas manages to catch one of the cops by surprise, getting him down.*
[20:50:31] <GreenBridge> *While at first cocky, stepping forewards, the dozer is given pause when he realizes what Wolf's attacking him with.* Fuck fuck fuck no no no!
[20:50:44] <Dallas> *Dallas starts reloading, yelling to Hox* We're done here! Let's move! Go, go, go! *And he starts retreating down the other way.*
[20:51:51] <Wolf> *When the two are back downstairs, they'll see Wolf drilling into the Dozer's skull and laughing like a proper madman. He's covered in blood.*
[20:52:36] <Hoxton> *Only muffled clicks from the gun.* FUCK! *he yells, scrambling after Dallas.* And I thought ya fellas knew how to make fuckin guns! *he takes out his sidearm, smg to the rescue.* Fella is gone? Good but we got a fuckin livin tank down there!
[20:53:10] <GreenBridge> *Chains has managed to get himself up, and rather than stay and watch Wolf's carnage, he has been trying to fire up the staircase at the cops headed to the top level.*
[20:53:16] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[20:53:16] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[20:53:46] <Dallas> *What the fuuuuck. Dallas grabs for Wolf, tries dragging him off the dead man.* Jesus, Wolf! We gotta go--c'mon, c'mon!
[20:54:21] <Wolf> *He's let himself off, still laughing like this whole thing is the funniest joke he's ever heard.*
[20:54:29] <Hoxton> *WELL. They HAD a living tank down there. How many cops on the road left?*
[20:54:36] <GreenBridge> *He manages to bring two of them down before hearing Dallas and turning to rejoin them.*
[20:55:45] <GreenBridge> *Four went into the other scaffolding to search that building; there's a cloaker still unaccounted for in the current scaffolding. But on the streets? There's nothing. Nada. Zilch. Just the two empty SWAT vans that have blocked off their exit.*
[20:56:24] <GreenBridge> *And then...the by now familiar beating of helicopter rotors.*
[20:57:59] <GreenBridge> *The helicopter grows louder and louder, but there's nothing visible in the skies. It must be trying to mask its approach by coming in low over the water, out of sight of the bridge.*
[20:59:12] <Dallas> *Dallas heads out onto the bridge, Kalash shouldered, warily casting around. The chopper's gonna be a problem, but that's a bridge they'll cross when they get to it--so to speak. How far to the stash with the scuba tanks?*
[21:00:18] <GreenBridge> *A little bit farther than it was from the destroyed part of the bridge to the construction site. It seemed a lot shorter when you were planning the heist.*
[21:01:16] <Dallas> *Of course it is. Dallas is breathing pretty hard from the exertion and stress, and moves to the side of the bridge to have a look, trying to catch a glimpse of the chopper. Why's it flying so low? This doesn't sit right with him.*
[21:02:09] <GreenBridge> *Chains mutters darkly,* Don't like this. I don't like this at all.
[21:02:41] <Hoxton> *Hox throws the GenSec truck a sad glance. Soon, little diamonds. Another time and place.* Ah shoot. And there are bleedin diamonds in there. *he looks around for the chopper as well, nervously holding his gun.*
[21:03:26] <Wolf> *Wolf's gotten up now, staring at the helicopter with the others.*
[21:03:30] <Dallas> *Dallas calls back to him* If you're gonna do it, make it fast!
[21:03:33] <Dallas> *Hoxton.
[21:04:08] <GreenBridge> *Seems like it's beneath the other side of the bridge. You can see the spray of the water beneath moving, though. Whatever it is, it's not a dinky two-man heli.*
[21:04:40] <Hoxton> *HOKAY. He books it to the truck, fumbling his lockpicks. He's gonna try the diamond box. Hot damn.*
[21:06:19] <Dallas> *Dallas stares over the side, increasingly tense and scared, then says over the sound of the rotors* Looks like a fucking gunship! Everybody take cover, don't let 'em see you!
[21:06:55] <Wolf> *Wolf does that, crouching down, hugging his jackhammer.*
[21:07:26] <GreenBridge> *There's a flash of movement on top the other set of scaffolding; a cop with a radio in hand, then he runs and takes cover. The unseen helicopter finally makes its appearance. As it flies upwards, another noise breaks through the beating of rotors and the rain: the sound of a minigun turret spinning up. A moment later, the turret mounted beneath the helicopter begins firing on them.*
[21:07:50] <GreenBridge> ((Dallas and Wolf gimme a 1d6))
[21:07:53] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[21:07:53] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:08:14] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[21:08:14] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:08:27] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[21:08:27] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[21:10:26] <Hoxton> *Mid lockpick, Hox notices the commotion. His heart sinking. Oh fuck.* FELLAS! *a desperate yell.* In here!
[21:11:43] <GreenBridge> *Wolf's picked a perfect spot to hide, but the turret catches Chains and Dallas in the open. Chains' armor takes the worst of it, but he's a slow and easy target. He's taking a lot of shots, and his armor isn't going to be much help going forward.*
[21:16:16] <Dallas> *Dallas takes one in the shoulder. He doesn't even realize it at first, busy hitting the deck and scrambling under the nearest SWAT van, and he's already too soaked to notice the blood, but after a couple seconds, it burns, and there's a terrible tightness there, and he realizes he can't move his arm right. He takes a couple deep breaths, yells out* Shit, they tagged me!
[21:17:29] <GreenBridge> *Though Chains is still out in the open, the turret stops firing, and a voice crackles over the helicopter's megaphone as it moves through the air, repositioning.* This is the end of the line, gentlemen. You're trapped. Drop your weapons and surrender.
[21:18:02] <GreenBridge> *Chains growls, unslinging the GL-40 off of his back* Not today, motherfuckers. *He takes advantage of the turret's momentary inactivity, firing the grenade launcher off, then runs for cover.*
[21:18:30] <GreenBridge> !roll 2d6
[21:18:30] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 2d6 and gets: 12 [6, 6]
[21:22:00] <Hoxton> *Hox comes streaking out of the truck, shielding his face as the fucking RPG goes off. Dallas got tagged. A brief bout of panic since it seems like shit is going down bad. He curses, propping himself in front of him and drags him to cover. Big eyes behind the mask and he gasps.* Shit! C'mon get into cover. It aint so bad, I'll get ya fixed!
[21:22:50] <Dallas> *Oh God, he is in cover under a SWAT van. Feel free to join him in his flat pancake cower, though.*
[21:23:46] <Hoxton> *Good thing he is a slim Jim. He squeezes with him, tearing at his shirt. It's messy but he cant reach a kit right now. Makeshift bandages it is.*
[21:26:02] <Wolf> *He's just panicking.*
[21:26:15] <GreenBridge> *Chains doesn't even need to go for cover. The grenade hits the helicopter perfectly, obliterating the front half of it entirely. The rest of the helicopter crashes onto the roadway, the helicoptor rotors slicing the boat on the jackknifed trailer in half, providing a clear way through. The wreckage continues to carreen down the bridge, taking out the far scaffolding and the cops within as well, before finally crashing off the side. Chains shouts,* OOO-RAH!!!!!!!! *then loads another grenade into the GL-40.*
[21:31:00] <GreenBridge> *The GenSec truck also gets hit before the helicopter crashes into the scaffolding. The rotors slice through the sides of the truck, and suddenly the contents of some of the boxes is thrown airborne.*
[21:31:20] <GreenBridge> *Not the money one, sadly. But diamonds start falling from the sky.*
[21:31:37] <Wolf> *And Wolf's out of the scaffolding now, running for his fucking life.*
[21:32:56] <GreenBridge> *Chains picks up a few diamonds as he ditches his armor. It's more bullets than kevlar now, and it'll just weigh him down on the final sprint.*
[21:32:57] <Dallas> *Dallas flinches at the impact, arm over his face. He shrugs off Hox's attempts to help him, says* I'm okay--it's just a scratch, buddy, I'll be fine! Where are the others?
[21:33:53] <Wolf> *He's gone back for his jackhammer, of course, dragging it out with his good hand.*
[21:35:17] <Hoxton> Fuck off! *he ties the bandage around the bullet wound.* We still gotta swim. *he peers from under cover and just stares* Fuckin hell. Chains fucking ripped that chopper in pieces and Wolf is headin out! C'mon tough fella.
[21:35:24] <GreenBridge> *Chains finishes stripping off his armor, more than a few diamonds pocketed. He rejoins the others.*
[21:35:58] <Hoxton> *That is, he tries to. He just wants to help.*
[21:36:47] <GreenBridge> *Bain radios in:* Holy crap. That was insane! But you only won the battle, not the war. The cops are swarming past the barricades - you gotta go, NOW!
[21:39:23] <Dallas> *That bandage is gonna slip right off as soon as they get in the water, and Dallas is past caring about bleeding on his clothes. Sorry, Hox. He's awkwardly shuffling out from under the van, holding his hurt arm to his side.* To the stairs, let's move, people! We're on a tight schedule here!
[21:39:55] <Dallas> *Unless... that was a sling? He'll accept a sling, this shit hurts so bad.*
[21:40:10] <Dallas> *But a straight bandage can get fucked. It's gonna be dead weight on him.*
[21:41:55] <Hoxton> *Makeshift sling. Not a good one but he's doing his best. He scrambles out from under the van as well, breathing hard.* Right fellas. Move! *he lets the others go first, securing the rear. Oh fuck him, escape is at hand!*
[21:42:28] <GreenBridge> *Chains nods, staying in the middle. He's got his GL-40 in hand, just in case another gunship shows up.*
[21:43:05] <GreenBridge> ((everyone gimme a 1d6. Except Dallas, you give me a 1d5))
[21:43:16] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[21:43:17] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[21:43:20] <Dallas> *Dallas stows his AR, unholsters the Bernetti.*
[21:43:22] <Dallas> !roll 1d5
[21:43:23] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d5 and gets: 3 [3]
[21:43:38] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:43:38] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[21:43:53] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[21:43:53] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:44:46] <GreenBridge> *Though Wolf's attached to the jackhammer, it's so heavy and cumbersome that he immediately falls far behind the others. Chains slows down a bit, loath to seperate the group, and calls out,* C'mon, man! Ditch that shit and let's go!
[21:46:13] <Wolf> *He looks a bit- no, a lot upset at that, grumbling.* Can't one of you guys just- *But he nods, setting it down and moving to catch up.*
[21:46:35] <GreenBridge> We'll get you a new one after this! Promise!
[21:47:24] <GreenBridge> *Chains keeps pace with Wolf, and they make their way forward with renewed speed.*
[21:47:34] <Wolf> *It's about the MEMORIES, CHAINS. But he doesn't do any complaining.*
[21:48:02] <GreenBridge> *Dallas and Hoxton are almost to the tower when bullets start pinging the cars around them. Take cover, or just sprint for it?*
[21:50:14] <Dallas> *Dallas makes a mad dash for the escape. The shots are coming from the cops coming up the bridge, right? Forget cover. The cops have infinite resources; they can just keep wearing away at them until they're all dead or incapacitated. Just run like hell, and pray you don't get hit.*
[21:50:31] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a 1d6))
[21:50:36] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[21:50:36] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 6 [6]
[21:51:09] <Hoxton> *If Dallas wont stop, Hox wont as well. Mad dash it is. Fucking hell, he is running on pure adrenaline.*
[21:51:30] <GreenBridge> *Adrenaline takes over, and Dallas makes it to the tower with frankly terrifying speed, without a single scratch.*
[21:51:35] <GreenBridge> ((1d6 hox))
[21:51:48] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:51:48] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[21:52:30] <GreenBridge> *One lucky cop grazes Hoxton's ponytail, but he's safely to the tower.*
[21:52:45] <Wolf> *This is why we ace second wind, kids.*
[21:53:39] <Hoxton> *Hox yelps frankly high pitched. He can feel the wind of the bullet on the back of his neck and a tug on his hair. HAULING ASS.*
[21:55:17] <Wolf> *ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM.*
[21:55:20] <Dallas> *Dallas thuds into the tower, takes cover there and awkwardly squeezes off a few shots at the murder cordon. Just to give them a little something to chew over while the other two catch up.*
[21:55:37] <GreenBridge> ((Gimme a 1d6 Wolf))
[21:55:41] <GreenBridge> !roll 1d6
[21:55:41] <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 1d6 and gets: 5 [5]
[21:56:04] <Wolf> !roll 1d6
[21:56:04] <RNGesus> Wolf rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:56:14] <Hoxton> *A ginger touch at the back of his head. Phew. No blood. Good. He angrily empties his mag at the cops.*
[22:00:51] <GreenBridge> *Wolf hustles, but slips due to a misjudged rain puddle. Twists an ankle pretty bad. Chains is there to help him back up to his feet.* On your feet, soldier! We gotta go!
[22:01:29] <Wolf> WHY DOES THIS FUCKING BRIDGE HATE ME?!?!? *Aand he's off.*
[22:03:07] <GreenBridge> *Chains lets out a laugh at that. Luckily, the cover fire provided by Dallas and Hoxton has kept the cops from advancing, and Chains and Wolf are able to make it to the tower.*
02-06 22:07:22 <Hoxton> *And now to haul arse off there. He hurries down the flight of stairs, just...jesus. This is so high.*
02-06 22:09:08 <Dallas> *A hand on Hox's shoulder--and a gun. It's Dallas, guiding him along like he's expecting Hox to stumble, heading down the steps after him and casting a look down at the choppy water.
02-06 22:10:33 <GreenBridge> *The stairs downwards are even more rickety than the scaffolding; at least the scaffolding has been inspected recently. The whole thing shakes with the combined weights of the four of them. The stairs wind further and further down, but come to a stop at a small platform a good 40 feet above the water. Just as Bain said there would be, there's a small tarp on the platform covering 4 sets of scuba equipment.*
02-06 22:12:20 <Dallas> *Dallas bends to yank the tarp, holstering his sidearm. Hours spent familiarizing themselves with the equipment from the safety of a swimming pool, taking a nice big step off the diving platform into the deep end, and now he's suddenly daunted. His arm feels like dead weight. He's not sure he can do this.*
02-06 22:13:23 <GreenBridge> *Chains sees Dallas' reticence.* We don't got time for you to be a pussy. If you can't jump yourself, let me know and I can push you.
02-06 22:14:24 <Dallas> *Dallas pulls his mask off, giving Chains a haunted look. But then he cracks a grin.* Fuck it, let's do this! *And he drags a set of gear over and awkwardly straps the tank on.*
02-06 22:14:44 <GreenBridge> *Shouts from above. The police are advancing on the tower.*
02-06 22:14:45 <Wolf> *Wolf, now motivatec, grabs his stuff, struggling to put it on at first before's got it.*
02-06 22:15:26 <Hoxton> *A little jump at the hand but he marches down there. Just dont look at the dark water. It's gonna be better further down. And as they reach the equipment, he looks down.* Why cant we just...jesus. *he looks up at Chains, frowning behind the mask* We all gonna make it. *he awkwardly puts the equipment on, mask strapped on his belt.* Here goes nothin fellas! C'mon, move! They are comin!
02-06 22:16:11 <GreenBridge> *Chains is the last to put his gear on, first making sure the others' setups are up to snuff.*
02-06 22:16:12 <Dallas> *Getting his game face back on, Dallas yells* It's a long way down, ladies! When this is all over, drinks are on me!
02-06 22:17:30 <GreenBridge> *More shouts from above, now so close they're audible.* Down here! There's stairs!
02-06 22:17:36 <Wolf> *Once he's ready and set up, Wolf just kinda flops in. He's tired and he wants to go home.*
02-06 22:18:59 <Hoxton> I'll hold ya to it! *he looks up, sharply and steps towards the edge. Big eyes. Oh god.* Here goes nothin! *he just steps forward, biting hard on his mouthpiece.*
02-06 22:20:02 <GreenBridge> *Chains finishes putting on his gear in record time, putting his Navy SEAL training to use. He waits for everyone else to jump in first, and he still has his GL-40 in hand.*
02-06 22:20:29 <Dallas> *Dallas turns, gives Chains a nod. Thanks, buddy. And he takes a big step off the edge and drops down into the water, giving a hard kick on impact to rise back towards the surface.*
02-06 22:21:47 <GreenBridge> *Chains waits a few seconds for the others to move away from the drop zone, and he feels the staircase beginning to shake as cops begin to come down it. He jumps off, twisting in mid-air, firing the GL-40 up towards the top of the staircase as he falls.*
02-06 22:21:52 <GreenBridge> !roll 2d6
02-06 22:21:52 <RNGesus> GreenBridge rolls the 2d6 and gets: 10 [4, 6]
02-06 22:23:01 <GreenBridge> *The staircase is annhilated, turned into shrapnel. The cops pursuing them don't have a fucking chance. And without the stairway, there's no way for any of the cops to even come close enough to fire shots off at the gang as they make their escape.*
02-06 22:25:12 <GreenBridge> *And escape they do. Cold, wet, and soggy, they manage to get to the escape boat, which Bain has thoughtfully stocked with alcohol and medical supplies.*
02-06 22:25:27 <Hoxton> *Dat lurch. Hoxton squints hard as he drops into the cold water, a moment of breathless shock. It's so quiet underwater, almost mesmerizing. But then he kicks himself upwards, swimming to his mates.*
02-06 22:30:38 <GreenBridge> *Bain's Debrief:* Holy fucking hell, you guys. I honestly thought you were goners. Way to turn lemons into not just lemonade, but rocket-propelled grenades. I was able to strongarm our client into providing additional hazard pay, to the tune of an extra million for each of you on top of your already sizable cut. Rest up and kick your feet up for a while; this payday is certainly big enough.