Episode 2: (Dread) Lock and Load

[Rivi]

max works on the explosive and with her gear to see if she can create the remotes. once done she will had follow the merc at a distance with the lighting spear ready

[spyguy1503]

Max successfully creates the remote detonation explosives!

3M charges in, guns ready to fire! He sees the backs of several guards, charging away from him. They don't notice him. A hallway goes straight away from him, and one goes to the left.

[TristenC]

His trigger finger twitches itchily...
YB: Do Eeeet! Do eet Nao!
WB: Wait, you idiot! We're trying to get everyone inside safely, not draw more fire...
YB: Can it, jerkwad! C'mon bro, you know you want to!
3M *I reeeeeealy do...*
WB: You're gonna get that fox chick hurt if you keep drawing all of the everything stuff down on us...
YB: She's cool, did you see what she did to that tiger!? Rowr!
3M: *jerkwad's right... damnit...*
Marc lets out a heavy sigh, taking his eye away from the sights.

YB: Wuss. Ok, but we should still follow them to see what's up. They're probably goung somewhere important, right?
WB: ....
3M: *NowYerTalkin!*

Marc waits for the others to catch up, then waves for them to follow him after the guards. Some guards ran off this way, it seems important. We should find out where they're going, it could be what we're after...

[Rivi]

maxx hides a bomb by the front door and wall and follows after the merc

[spyguy1503]

Max arrives just in time to hear what 3M said. "Sounds like a plan." Hunt says. An explosion echoes further off. "That's the direction of the medbay and the bunkrooms." the female agent declares. Suddenly, a pair of guards charge in, one pursuing the other. The one being chased stops suddenly, whirls around to grab the other one, then slams him headfirst into the wall. The conscious guard then pulls of his helmet. "Hey boss!" he chimes in. Hunt laughs. "Very nice entrance, Agent Lopez." The young Hispanic man grins and takes a grandiose bow.

[TristenC]

Buddy of yours? 3M asks hunt. Hey kid, which way to the head cheese around here? We're gonna pile-drive dreadlock's dreadlocks into a the bedrock and rename him dead-lock.

[Rivi]

maxx snorts out a laugh "dead-lock" as she sets up another charge hiding it somewhere near 'by the way hunt think i can call in my armor yet i mean i think they know where here"

[spyguy1503]

"It's on the way." Hunt says. "Yes, this is our man on the inside." Lopez flashes them a grin. "Sure, just let me put him in a headlock! Making us wear these goofy uniforms." He shakes his head. "Anyway, we need to lock down the storage rooms before fighting Dread Lock. Dude's got tons of crazy stuff in there."

[TristenC]

A big, stupid, boyish grin breaks all over 3M's face. Show me.

[spyguy1503]

Lopez gives a theatrical bow. "Your wish is my command!" he says. He happily leads them to a door labeled Storage. "All the goodies are in here." Hunt nods. "Don't touch anything till you find a box with the label T117A! Tell me when you do, then you can find some stuff to fight Dread Lock with."

[Rivi]

maxx looks for the aforementioned box while cataloging what she can use to make a tech super weapon and maybe even some armor while she at it

[TristenC]

3M is (potentially) on his third box before hunt says to look for T-one-whatever-something halo-soundingy. Scavenger Hunt! He calls out, rushing around enthisiastically and none-too gently (but not intentionally) 'bumping' past Lopez. Hunts Scavenger Hunt! 3M rushes around looking for the thingy, probably looking right at it and thinking Nah, that's not it...

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Notice: 1d20+4
3M Notice T117A [1d20+4] = 1+4 = 5: lol

[spyguy1503]

As our intrepid scavenger hunters search through crates, Max comes over an aisle, and spots a guy laying on the ground, clutching his thigh. There is some blood on the floor. (Enter JimmyBanana!) 3M takes off the other way. Lopez also is searching through crates while Hunt covers the door.

[Rivi]

maxx shouts back be hind her while moving towards the man to try and stabilize him "we've got a leakier!"

[TristenC]

Marc hears fox-lady call out and rushes over, gun at the ready. Seeing the injured person he lowers it slightly, but keeps it pointed in the general direction. Ex-squeeze me kind bleeding person, but you didn't happen to see a box labeled T-1-something-something-dark side-something-something-something complete... Wait... I think that's wrong... He scratches his head with the barrel of the gun confusedly.


[Marc's face looks like a bad avocado that mated with an older, uglier avocado... one could tell there were relationship troubles between the two Avocados... Avocadii? However you say it, that thing...]