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<div></div><br> <br>&quot;You&#39;ll want to talk to Major Dunahan, he&#39;ll be down at the TOC.  Big guy, crazy enough to not wear a helmet all the time.&quot; the Lieutenant says, and sighes.  &quot;So far, all they&#39;ve focused on has been wiping the coast lines clear.  Sadly, that means that the Navy base is next on the path, and we can&#39;t lose that.  Navy can&#39;t dock, they can&#39;t operate, though I&#39;m sure that was covered when you guys were talking to Captain Cranston.  Fact is, most of our small arms ammo has been spent trying to keep the rioter&#39;s from overtaking our convoy&#39;s.  I haven&#39;t a clue WHY they&#39;re attacking us, but they don&#39;t exactly let themselves be captured either.  Any time we&#39;ve tried, they shoot themselves when we approach after wounding them.&quot; She explained, watching as a small tent city came into view ahead on the road, several large peices of equipment set up, dozens of Marines moving from point to point carrying equipment or ammo, hard to tell with some of the cases.  &quot;Welcome to the BOO.  We&#39;ll drop you off at the motor pool.  Oh, and expect the Colonel to be very much against you lot heading to the TOC.&quot; She says, sighing as they did just that, with a very upset Marine not wearing body armor and with a garrison cap on his head waiting for them.
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Meanwhile, over at the Nassau, the lead albatross looked at Redd&#39;s outstretched hand, and eventually took it.  &quot;We can go to the briefing room.  It can handle the pilots we&#39;ve aboard.&quot; He says, gesturing to the hatch.  &quot;CAG&#39;ll wanna hear about this...&quot; He mutters, leading the two Agents and two RSX pilots into the ship.  McGregor chuckles, and looks over at Redd.
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&quot;This is gonna be interesting to see.  Planning bulk changes?&quot; She whispered over at the coyote and Forkbomb, grinning.  She was used to some of the tricks about changing folks could take.  &quot;Almost makes me feel giddy inside.&quot; She comments, laughing.
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Yanker and Jenkins of course, seem quiet as they reach the I5, Jenkins slowly spinning the turret mount of the machine gun, looking like he was trying to spot an attack before it could hit them.  Phosphorus would notice pretty soon the smoking crater that the RPG left after the attempt on the last convoy that drove through here.  Yanker is grateful for the lack of attack it seems, swerving along the road, avoiding craters and potholes all over as best he could, so as to not jostle the 10 500 pound explosives they had carted behind them overly much.  Thankfully, it seems, they manage to make it past the area that was clearly the normal ambush point on vehicles driving down the I5.<br> <br>&quot;All right. If he has that much of an issue with us being there then I&#39;m sure he&#39;ll change his mind if things take a turn for the worse.&quot; Shirai replies, letting out a quiet sigh before turning back to Razz and giving a somewhat sharp order; &quot;All right, let&#39;s get a move on. Wouldn&#39;t want to keep our clients waiting, would we?&quot;<br> <br>Razz nods slowly &quot;right...I&#39;ll do the Crazy stupid things... Though...Illusions.. might Work on them.. hum-we&#39;ll see I suppose?&quot; He rolls his shoulders and nods to Shirai. &quot;I&#39;ll mostly be doing anything you guys suggest anyway...&quot; he nods again and follows her. &quot;Yeah.&quot; <br> <br>Forkbomb gives McGregor a brief look. And grins. &quot;Sure. Him alone.&quot; He sticks his hands in his pockets, gives Redd a different, knowing look, before following the Albatross into the briefing room. &quot;Gotta ask- Is crypto still a thing that happens here? I think I&#39;d get along good with those folks.&quot; After all, he too spent too much of his time as a kid obsessed at picking at locks and grew up to be someone who spent too much time picking at interesting pieces of encrypted data.<br> <br>&quot;Quiet. Huh. Not sure if I should be suspicious or thankful,&quot; Phosphorus dryly notes, leaning back in the seat in the humvee. Her rifle rests across her lap, round unchambered, the panda&#39;s head slightly tilted to keep the corner of her eye on the bombs. &quot;Smooth riding from here on out, hopefully.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;I brought my own ammo, fortunately,&quot; Edel says, patting her quiver. &quot;And in the worst event, I can probably scrounge materials to make more. Might not be as good for putting a lot of shots down range, but a well placed arrow still does a fair job at bringing things down. But yes, hopefully I won&#39;t need to use them much. A smooth ride is much better.&quot;<br> <br>The coyote follows inside, shifting his weight to one leg once he finds a place to stand. &quot;I&#39;m ready whenever ya&#39;ll are. I have to admit, I thought sailors had stronger stomachs, didn&#39;t expect anybody to get sick just watching.&quot; Redd grimaces a moment. &quot;On second thought, probably good to have people sitting down when I&#39;m working on it.&quot;<br> <br>OF course, as soon as Shirai, Edel, Angus and Razz step out of their vehicles, the Marine not wearing any body armor growls.  &quot;You lot better be the diplomats, cause you sure as hell don&#39;t look like any Marine I&#39;ve seen.  Either way, you sure as fuck ain&#39;t leaving Ops.  I ain&#39;t letting no limp-dick civilians, no matter how well armed, go into a military operation!&quot; He barks out, his fur bristling.  The Marines that drove the convoy for the group just look a bit sheepish as they get out of hte vehicles themselves.  Of course, Phos&#39;s vehicle soon rolls up, which gets the colonel (for those who noticed the black bird device on his collar) gets even more livid.  &quot;FOR FUCKS SAKE!  DO NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND OPERATIONAL SECURITY!?&quot;
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The Albatross scoffs.  &quot;Might be because what you two did is normal for you.  Watching and hearing someone&#39;s body utterly change, is definitely not pleasant.&quot; He says, shaking his head.  Soon though there&#39;s about 20 bird-people in teh room, one of which had a cup of coffee in hand, and looking especially upset.  &quot;Victor, you better tell me why the hell you had ALL of us gather in here.  Ain&#39;t no way we&#39;re flying right now.&quot; The coffee-holding albatross stated.<br> <br>Angus steps out of the vehicle, making sure the strap on his duffle bag hadn&#39;t broken yet as he tunes out the shouting marine, definitly double checking he still had his smokes before finally looking up at the situation before turning to adress the shouting colonel with a very simple statment. &quot;You know, sometimes it&#39;s just to damn easy.&quot; Before walking off to see what else there was here to see.<br> <br>&quot;Christ, calm down. Yes. We&#39;re your diplomatic contacts from Fairhaven. Pleased to meet you too.&quot; Shirai deadpans. &quot;We&#39;re here to help you out with your little Kaiju problem and discuss the munitions shortage. Right now you need help either way. And frankly as crappy as things look out here right now, I suggest you take your little &#39;joke&#39; there. You have no idea what&#39;s been happening over in Fairhaven, for one, and two I suggest you start acting like an adult so we can get this show on the road rather than sit around flapping lips all day. Like it or not we&#39;re all here to do a job.&quot;<br> <br>Razz crosses his arms and nods from behind Shirai. &quot;she&#39;s right, the sooner we get the done the sooner we help adn the sooner we&#39;re gone-right?&quot; he shrugs. &quot;Or, if you really want we can not help and leave you here.&quot; he shrugs again. &quot;Look we are the BEST equppied people for this.&quot; he glances over at Angus and he bag briefly.

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"You'll want to talk to Major Dunahan, he'll be down at the TOC. Big guy, crazy enough to not wear a helmet all the time." the Lieutenant says, and sighes. "So far, all they've focused on has been wiping the coast lines clear. Sadly, that means that the Navy base is next on the path, and we can't lose that. Navy can't dock, they can't operate, though I'm sure that was covered when you guys were talking to Captain Cranston. Fact is, most of our small arms ammo has been spent trying to keep the rioter's from overtaking our convoy's. I haven't a clue WHY they're attacking us, but they don't exactly let themselves be captured either. Any time we've tried, they shoot themselves when we approach after wounding them." She explained, watching as a small tent city came into view ahead on the road, several large peices of equipment set up, dozens of Marines moving from point to point carrying equipment or ammo, hard to tell with some of the cases. "Welcome to the BOO. We'll drop you off at the motor pool. Oh, and expect the Colonel to be very much against you lot heading to the TOC." She says, sighing as they did just that, with a very upset Marine not wearing body armor and with a garrison cap on his head waiting for them.

Meanwhile, over at the Nassau, the lead albatross looked at Redd's outstretched hand, and eventually took it. "We can go to the briefing room. It can handle the pilots we've aboard." He says, gesturing to the hatch. "CAG'll wanna hear about this..." He mutters, leading the two Agents and two RSX pilots into the ship. McGregor chuckles, and looks over at Redd. "This is gonna be interesting to see. Planning bulk changes?" She whispered over at the coyote and Forkbomb, grinning. She was used to some of the tricks about changing folks could take. "Almost makes me feel giddy inside." She comments, laughing.

Yanker and Jenkins of course, seem quiet as they reach the I5, Jenkins slowly spinning the turret mount of the machine gun, looking like he was trying to spot an attack before it could hit them. Phosphorus would notice pretty soon the smoking crater that the RPG left after the attempt on the last convoy that drove through here. Yanker is grateful for the lack of attack it seems, swerving along the road, avoiding craters and potholes all over as best he could, so as to not jostle the 10 500 pound explosives they had carted behind them overly much. Thankfully, it seems, they manage to make it past the area that was clearly the normal ambush point on vehicles driving down the I5.

"All right. If he has that much of an issue with us being there then I'm sure he'll change his mind if things take a turn for the worse." Shirai replies, letting out a quiet sigh before turning back to Razz and giving a somewhat sharp order; "All right, let's get a move on. Wouldn't want to keep our clients waiting, would we?"

Razz nods slowly "right...I'll do the Crazy stupid things... Though...Illusions.. might Work on them.. hum-we'll see I suppose?" He rolls his shoulders and nods to Shirai. "I'll mostly be doing anything you guys suggest anyway..." he nods again and follows her. "Yeah."

Forkbomb gives McGregor a brief look. And grins. "Sure. Him alone." He sticks his hands in his pockets, gives Redd a different, knowing look, before following the Albatross into the briefing room. "Gotta ask- Is crypto still a thing that happens here? I think I'd get along good with those folks." After all, he too spent too much of his time as a kid obsessed at picking at locks and grew up to be someone who spent too much time picking at interesting pieces of encrypted data.

"Quiet. Huh. Not sure if I should be suspicious or thankful," Phosphorus dryly notes, leaning back in the seat in the humvee. Her rifle rests across her lap, round unchambered, the panda's head slightly tilted to keep the corner of her eye on the bombs. "Smooth riding from here on out, hopefully."

"I brought my own ammo, fortunately," Edel says, patting her quiver. "And in the worst event, I can probably scrounge materials to make more. Might not be as good for putting a lot of shots down range, but a well placed arrow still does a fair job at bringing things down. But yes, hopefully I won't need to use them much. A smooth ride is much better."

The coyote follows inside, shifting his weight to one leg once he finds a place to stand. "I'm ready whenever ya'll are. I have to admit, I thought sailors had stronger stomachs, didn't expect anybody to get sick just watching." Redd grimaces a moment. "On second thought, probably good to have people sitting down when I'm working on it."

OF course, as soon as Shirai, Edel, Angus and Razz step out of their vehicles, the Marine not wearing any body armor growls. "You lot better be the diplomats, cause you sure as hell don't look like any Marine I've seen. Either way, you sure as fuck ain't leaving Ops. I ain't letting no limp-dick civilians, no matter how well armed, go into a military operation!" He barks out, his fur bristling. The Marines that drove the convoy for the group just look a bit sheepish as they get out of hte vehicles themselves. Of course, Phos's vehicle soon rolls up, which gets the colonel (for those who noticed the black bird device on his collar) gets even more livid. "FOR FUCKS SAKE! DO NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND OPERATIONAL SECURITY!?"

The Albatross scoffs. "Might be because what you two did is normal for you. Watching and hearing someone's body utterly change, is definitely not pleasant." He says, shaking his head. Soon though there's about 20 bird-people in teh room, one of which had a cup of coffee in hand, and looking especially upset. "Victor, you better tell me why the hell you had ALL of us gather in here. Ain't no way we're flying right now." The coffee-holding albatross stated.

Angus steps out of the vehicle, making sure the strap on his duffle bag hadn't broken yet as he tunes out the shouting marine, definitly double checking he still had his smokes before finally looking up at the situation before turning to adress the shouting colonel with a very simple statment. "You know, sometimes it's just to damn easy." Before walking off to see what else there was here to see.

"Christ, calm down. Yes. We're your diplomatic contacts from Fairhaven. Pleased to meet you too." Shirai deadpans. "We're here to help you out with your little Kaiju problem and discuss the munitions shortage. Right now you need help either way. And frankly as crappy as things look out here right now, I suggest you take your little 'joke' there. You have no idea what's been happening over in Fairhaven, for one, and two I suggest you start acting like an adult so we can get this show on the road rather than sit around flapping lips all day. Like it or not we're all here to do a job."

Razz crosses his arms and nods from behind Shirai. "she's right, the sooner we get the done the sooner we help adn the sooner we're gone-right?" he shrugs. "Or, if you really want we can not help and leave you here." he shrugs again. "Look we are the BEST equppied people for this." he glances over at Angus and he bag briefly.