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| Bug in a Bag | Jan 6 2018, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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Spike had never been the type for New years resolutions, seeing them as typically empty promises, yet had broken his streak on a whim this time around. After following the same financial pattern and life style for several years he'd drastically changed the direction he life was going last year, so it seemed almost fitting to do something else out of his comfort zone of sorts. The hunter didn't add anything to the list he didn't think he was going to accomplish anyway: 1. Don't screw up his newest relationship. 2. Finally make a Hatsu. 3. Clear up the last few big favors he owed crime lords. 4. Live to see the next year. The first item had seemed the best and logical place to start, but unfortunately the third pushed its way to the front of his to-do list. Spike had been prepping to catch a flight to go see Detsu, and give her a late Christmas present, when his phone had resounded with the ringtone he only reserved for clients who tended to get violently upset when they had to call twice. Of those assigned that distinction, having the second worst being the caller on the other line drew a mandatory pained groan from the hunter before he finally answered. Don Bright Lucania was a man of few words, but many plans and schemes. His success in business and organized crime were legendary, rising from a disgraced family to higher than any of his predecessors, and on that level Spike respected the man a great deal. However, the man's road to the top had been paved with corpses, his expansive empire built brick by gore soaked brick. Violence from him to his enemies was as ubiquitous as his warm smiles and handshakes to his friends. Spike considered himself extremely fortunate to find himself still in the latter category, while he listened carefully to the smooth voice on the other end calling in a solid. Ironically, the task the hunter was given involved another infamous person that had the same ringtone as Bright: Don Combo, the holder of #1 on that short list. Spike had done extensive work for Combo just a couple of weeks back during the countdown to Christmas, finally settling his debt and parting on good terms. Bright's faux polite request threatened to make all of that for naught if things fell apart; although, the hunter kept his mouth shut about his personal objections. There was no way to get out of this. Simply put, Bright wanted him to retrieve a certain object from a hidden storage facility Combo maintained in the range surrounding Mount Miera. To his credit, Bright didn't leave Spike to find his own intel on the area and what hazards to expect, providing a packet containing detailed site schematics, local creatures and terrain markers to lead him right to it. What was now a sizable self-storage lot had been a Republic of Rokario military base up until twenty years ago, and info on the formerly abandoned structure was easy enough to find with the connections the Mafia obviously had. Armed with this intel Spike begrudgingly had to change his romantic plans in favor of getting started with this herculean task immediately. During the flight to the Yorubian Continent Bright called yet again, this time to inform his forced agent that'd he'd be getting backup for this assignment. Again, the hunter held his tongue from objecting, because for work this delicate he didn't want to put his life in the hands of someone he'd never worked with before. Still, there was nothing he could really do about it. As inconceivable as it sounded, eventually scaling Mount Miera proved actually worse than the similar ascent he'd done with Motto in The Varangian Federation. The fluctuations in weather made things overall more difficult to plan timetables to alternate resting and climbing to the summit, and even his choice of gear didn't help him avoid clashes with the local wildlife, or monsters more frankly. Having an all white ski suit, boots, gloves, hat, face wrap and even goggles did wonders with helping him resemble a wandering snow drift at times, but either the local animal's sense of smell were great enough to pick up his subtle scent, or maybe small signs of movements didn't even escape their sight. The attacks became so frequent as the days dragged on waiting for his partner that he decided hunkering down in one spot might be the most prudent option. Under a sizable rock jutting from otherwise pristine snow he fashioned a dugout deep enough to hide from sight, but accessible enough to pop his head out of the hole to scan the surrounding plan if need be. His new home barely had enough room for a spot to sleep and to cook his meager rations, but it'd do for the time being. Spike was only giving his backup another day to show up anyway, before making his move solo. As he served himself to another bowl of stewed mountain ape from a tiny pot over an equally tiny propane range, he pondered whether the GPS beacon Bright gave him hadn't somehow been damaged in his skirmish with breakfast this morning... Edited by Bug in a Bag, Jan 6 2018, 08:29 PM.
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| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Jan 6 2018, 11:32 PM Post #2 |
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
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Sable's Stats for this Thread Note to Grader Sable started as her phone vibrated, signaling a received message. It was 3 in the morning, with no hint of the sun. Sable was staying at a simple country inn on her way to Zaban, having finished up her assignment in Yorkshin. Fumbling slightly, Sable blinked the grogginess away as she grabbed her phone off the nightstand. Reading the message, she sighed and tossed the phone to the end of the bed before swinging her legs out of bed. Walking softly into the bathroom, Sable turned on the shower, letting the hiss of hot water fill the small bathroom. Despite being quite a rustic place, it still possessed a shower and hot water, for which Sable was glad. Stripping out of her underwear, Sable stepped into the steaming nook, letting her hair plaster closer to her head. Don Bright Lucania. She'd heard of the man, as had most criminals. Yet she'd never imagined he'd request her for a job. He hadn't included any details, only the reward and instructions to call the number back as soon as possible. Turning, Sable scrubbed down her body with soap, grimacing as she rubbed her left arm. The offer was lucrative, and even had it not been so, it wouldn't have been wise to refuse. She was still building her reputation in the underworld, and had worked for mostly small-time clients so far. No, this offer was everything she could've asked for, yet Sable still found herself slightly disappointed. Working for a big-time crimelord meant making enemies with rivals, and Sable had no intentions to align herself with any specific camp, yet it appeared she had no choice today. Grabbing her bottle of shampoo, Sable strangled the neck, squeezing out the last glob remaining within. Abandoning her conflict for the moment, Sable ran her fingers through every inch of her nighttime hair, making sure to spread the shampoo evenly. The warm water mixed with the suds, washing through her waist length mane. Hot showers were one of the only things Sable still enjoyed, albeit only minorly. The heat was a marked contrast to the cold of that place... The hissing stopped and Sable stepped out, drying herself off with a nearby towel. Her mind once again turned to the job offer. No, this was not what she had been hoping for. Truth be told, Sable had wished for a quiet, uneventful journey until she reached Zaban. She wasn't a workaholic, and preferred to take things at her own pace. No helping it. Sable flicked on the small blowdryer provided by the inn, drying her hair one painstaking inch at a time. Twenty minutes later, the electric hum of the dryer ceased, and Sable walked over to her bed. If she didn't blowdry her hair, it would've set all wrong, and that was unacceptable. Swiping her phone, Sable called the number, and waited patiently for someone to pick up. Click. "Miss Sable I presume?" The voice was low, smooth, but unmistakably that of a man in power. "Yes." Sable responded abruptly, not giving in to the usual excessive respect and boot-licking that these men expected. The man on the other end gave out a single snort, amused at her response. "Good, I hate cowards." He was obviously referring to her earlier choice of words, or word. "I'm Don Bright Lucania, and that's all the introductions we need. I'll cut straight to the chase." Sable was a bit surprised that the man himself had chosen to talk to her, and appreciated his no-nonsense approach. The mob boss talked to Sable for the next hour, outlining the mission and her role. Sable didn't interrupt, preferring to absorb the information silently. Likewise, Lucania gave her no time to speak, evidently assuming that she wouldn't have any questions. Finally, their conversation drew to an end. "One final matter. I didn't choose you because you're the best I know, quite the opposite. I see potential in our relationship, and this offer is a test to see if you're worth my time. I hope you don't disappoint." The line clicked, and Sable set down her phone, going over the boss's last words. They didn't surprise her, as the Ravenness had figured that she'd been hired for something along those lines. The threat was what concerned her the most, as should Don Bright Lucania decide it, her criminal career would be over in an instant, as well as her life. Can't be helped. Sable's phone vibrated, and she glanced down, checking the information. The man had promised to send a text containing info about her partner, one Spike Basquiat. Looking over his picture and profile, Sable shrugged, not seeing anything particularly special about him. The only part of interest was that he was a Hunter. She didn't know much about them, but it probably meant he was skilled enough to perform a job like this, though that went without saying. Standing up, Sable retrieved her clothes from where they lay folded on top of the dresser. Sable spent a good fifteen minutes just on the buckles, before slipping into her tattered cloak. Finally, she tied her braid at the end as usual, and arranged her bangs to her liking. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The temperatures that dropped well below zero, combined with the howling wind, made for an annoying climb. She'd stopped by one of Don Bright Lucania's offices in Zaban, gathering what she needed for the climb up Mount Miera. Accordingly, she'd slipped a black turtleneck and heavy black insulating pants over her normal clothes, before donning a puffy black jacket, lined with fur. Gloves, heavy snow boots, and a grey beanie covering her head and ears capped off the warm attire, though the wind still bit through the heavy clothes. Inexperienced as she was in wilderness survival, she'd opted for clothes that would help her blend in at night as opposed to the snow, though unbeknownst to her it would not have made much of a difference in regards to the local wildlife. Looking down at her phone once again, Sable located the GPS that Spike had. The howling wind combined with a whiteout of blowing snow made it difficult to see, but Sable guessed that she was probably only ten minutes away at this point. Angling slightly to her left, Sable trudged onwards, bones aching from the combined cold and hours of physical exertion, and long hair streaming out behind her in the heavy winds. Glancing down at her phone, and then up again, Sable studied the rock poking out from the snow. She couldn't be sure due to the GPS' imprecise location, but that rock seemed to be the target. Sighing, Sable took a step forward, her boots sinking into the snow, before freezing at the sound of an angry snort behind her. Turning slowly, Sable watched a mountain ape rise out of the snow, glaring at her furiously. It dawned on Sable that a blade alone might not be the best idea when tackling beasts like this, and she resolved to purchase an additional weapon after this mission. Howling in anger, the ape lumbered towards Sable, who struggled to find footing solid enough to dodge. Her feet reached a more solid enbankment of snow, and she pushed off, just barely avoiding the ape's long limbs. Rolling through the freezing snow, Sable slipped on a patch of ice as she tried to regain her footing. The ape had made a wide loop, and was already heading back towards her. Options flicked through her mind and were discarded. Only one stood a chance of success, and it was slim at most. She would need to slip past the beast's arms and extend her blade straight through the animal's skull, avoiding getting knocked off the mountain in the process. Wonderful. Bending her knees, Sable prepared to slip past the creature's grasp. Edited by S1lverScorp1on5, Jul 1 2018, 12:27 PM.
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| Bug in a Bag | Jan 28 2018, 04:27 PM Post #3 |
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After being up on Mount Miera for so long the near constant howling winds seemed as soft as white noise to Spike's ears; however, the crunch of weight being put down on fresh powder stuck out in his mind. One could only be ambushed so many times before they started to pick up subtle cues after all. Interestingly enough, the pattern of the footfalls betrayed that the being approaching wasn't an animal looking to end up on his fork, unless there was a fully bipedal ape he hadn't seen by this point. Instead of viewing said heretofore unseen hominid, the hunter only spotted a run of the mill human as he peaked up from his dugout, a woman if he had to guess by the hair. As she approached he continued to calmly eat his stew, only stopping to spit out a bit of gristle in disgust. These apes were tough and stringy as it was, without having to cook the hell out of it in case of parasites, but the obscene amount of gristle almost made eating them almost a chore. If he'd know his partner would've taken so long he would've definitely packed more MREs; hell, even protein bars would've been nice in this instance. Spike had to chuckle a bit when one of the unappetizing beasts lumbered out to attack her, enjoying both being able to see what she could do and having a show to go with his meal. She was nimble, he'd give her that much for sure. A quick use of Gyo also thankfully put his mind to ease about whether she knew Nen or not. That little fact almost made the waiting not an overall complete waste of time. Now only if she could put this animal down, she might garner the first inkling of respect from him beyond professional courtesy. Edited by Bug in a Bag, Jan 29 2018, 07:42 AM.
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| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Feb 5 2018, 04:46 PM Post #4 |
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Sable's aura flared up into Ren, and she directed the murderous intent straight towards the beast. She had no hopes that it would incapacitate it, but perhaps it would slow him down a little. Indeed, the beast's charge slowed fractionally, making it slightly easier to evade its flailing arms. Concentrating her aura into her feet, Sable gained as much traction as she could as the behemoth hulked over her. Just as an arm swung in an effort to knock her off the mountain, Sable pushed off, the aura lending her an extra burst of speed. Crashing shoulder-first into the beast, it stumbled backwards slightly from her weight. Reaching out, Sable slammed her hand into the ape's jaw, pushing up with an open palm, with her forearm pointed straight up into its head. The Ravenness inhaled deeply, focusing her aura with Ko into the still hidden blade on her forearm. A huge hand grasped Sable's entire body by her midsection, cutting off most of her breath. Too late. The mechanism triggered, sending the Ko enhanced blade straight up through the creature's brain. Its arm went limp, dropping Sable, who landed steadily in the snow. Glancing at her blade, she grimaced at the sight of blood and brain matter sticking to the steel. Walking over to the corpse, she wiped it off as best she could. The blade retracted with a *snick*, and a sigh was elucidated from the woman. Peering up at the rock, the blizzard still made it impossible to see any sign of life. Focusing Gyo into her eyes, Sable thought she could just barely make out a trace of Nen. Hiking up her pack from where she'd dropped it earlier, Sable continued her steady plod towards the outcropping. As the snow dusted her boots, the Ravenness let her aura fade back into the steady flow of Ten. |
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| Bug in a Bag | Feb 8 2018, 09:22 PM Post #5 |
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If not for the now empty bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, Spike would've likely applauded the woman for that wonderful conclusion. Then again, he doubted it would be heard over the wind. Either way, she'd certainly slain the beast as he'd hoped she would, none worse for wear either by the look of things. As long as she was as efficient at killing people as she was animals, then the outlook for this mission was still quite bright. Whether she'd pleasant to work around was a different story, not that being good company was a requirement for a good working relationship. Lowering himself down from viewing her approach, the hunter placed his eating utensil and vessel neatly beside the burner, giving the pot sitting on top of it a few stirs for good measure afterward. Ape was not good eating, but it was even worse when burnt. Given his partner was well within eyesight at this point, he felt justified in cutting off the GPS beacon and placing it back in his gear. Spike made a pint of smoothing out a spot on the other side of the dugout for his guest, before taking a seat next to the burner. "Welcome." He called out when she finally arrived at his adopted abode. "Careful on the way in, don't knock too much snow down here with you." The hunter added, alternating between rubbing his now bare hands and holding them close to the small, steady flame. "I assume you know who I am? I'm afraid I didn't get that luxury in return, so I'd prefer we get introductions over with quickly. Excellent kill, by the way. Hungry?" Edited by Bug in a Bag, Feb 12 2018, 02:14 PM.
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| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Feb 13 2018, 05:47 PM Post #6 |
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Trudging through the thick snow banks, Sable finally reached the dugout. She kept herself coated in Ten, in the off chance that whoever was inside was hostile, and carefully ducked inside. Glancing around, she noted the minimal equipment inside, with the small flame providing a modicum of heat. Turning her attention to the seated man, she took the seat opposite him and waited for him to finish speaking. Rubbing her hands, she held them close to the fire as she gathered her thoughts. "Spike Basquiat, age twenty-one." Gazing carefully into Spike's eyes, she gauged the emotions present to the best of her ability. "Sable." Getting the introductions done quickly was just fine with her. Spike's compliment solidified Sable's suspicion that the man had let her handle that situation on purpose. Credit to you for testing my skills, Spike. I would do the same. So far, Spike seemed to be capable, as expected from a Hunter. Shaking her head, Sable flung the snow from her waist length hair. Sable didn't intend to pass up a warm meal, and accepted a bowl of ape stew from the man. In a way, it was a kind of symbolic revenge. As she spooned it down, Sable returned her attention to the man before her. As she'd thought, he could use Nen as well. Not sure where to direct the conversation next, Sable simply continued eating. Her eyes never strayed from Spike, filled with caution and a steady, calculating stare. Edited by S1lverScorp1on5, Feb 14 2018, 05:29 PM.
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| Bug in a Bag | Feb 14 2018, 05:05 PM Post #7 |
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The thing that jumped out the most for Spike after finally having a name to attach to the raven haired woman, was ironically enough his own age. Not how old he was per se, but the fact he had a birthday approaching quickly and he hadn't given it any thought. He had to wonder if she hadn't brought it up would the day have passed with no fanfare, except for maybe a congratulatory call from Roxy and coupons from his favorite restaurants. The hunter couldn't even recall what exactly he'd done last year, but he wanted to say something with a drug shipment and/or a sunken pirate ship. Quarter one of that year had been hectic, not that this one had been exactly breezy so far. "Pardon the stew by the way, these apes don't make for appetizing meals. Anyway, the entrance to target location is about a quarter-mile up the pass. It's a hangar bay cut into the side of the mountain, which is normally closed and camouflaged against the peak. It only opens when incoming traffic is inbound, so we only have set windows when we can infiltrate. After some recon I've been able to notice a semi regular pattern when a certain flight arrives briefly, which will be in less than an hour. Otherwise, we'd have to get lucky with an irregular one, or wait patiently another couple of days for the next one." During this exposition, the hunter had reached into his pack to remove a small folder, opening it to start placing sheets of paper on the floor between him and his partner. The faded parchment quickly formed a mosaic map, detailing at least the entire top floor of the facility. "Alright, we will rush in at this catwalk." He stated, using a climbing ax to tap an area on the map to the left side of the indicated bay. "From what I observed, most of the personnel that will be present are there to remove or load cargo, so they won't be that alert. They will be armed, but that's to be expected." "Things get a bit tricky from there, because the facility has plenty of places they could be stashing the package in, so interrogating someone becomes rather essential. I doubt we'd have time to explore every area otherwise. Any questions so far?" Edited by Bug in a Bag, Feb 14 2018, 09:03 PM.
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| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Feb 14 2018, 05:52 PM Post #8 |
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If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it. Because in truth, I am that monster.
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Now that Spike mentioned it, the stew was pretty disgusting. Yet, anything warm was a godsend after the long hike up here. The Ravenness listened carefully to Spike's briefing, her mind meticulously evaluating the information. "I'm fine with going as soon as possible. No reason to waste time." Glancing down at the map, Sable checked out the route Spike had pointed out. "Any patrols outside the hangar we need to be watching out for, or are they relying on the location to shield them? Also, what exactly is the package, or at least its appearance? Lucania didn't feel it necessary to inform me." Yes, Don Bright Lucania had been quite cryptic as to the package in question. He'd waved off her questions, answering only that Spike could tell her. Sable didn't particularly care about what was inside, only that she could identify it if need be. Should Spike get captured or killed, completing the mission solo would still be expected of her. A morbid thought, but one that was highly likely. Adaptation is the key to success, and Sable knew this very well. Spike was a valuable ally, at least right now. However, I can't abandon him so easily here. Leaving him behind would mean the mission wasn't completely successful, and would likely impact my reputation. Perfectionism was Sable's creed, and nothing ruined that like losing a valuable partner during a mission. Stay focused. "I can handle the interrogation, but we'll be in trouble if he doesn't spill the info we need quickly. The longer it takes, the louder it gets." Sable's words were matter-of-fact, quite contradictory to the subject matter. She was no stranger to torture, and often her missions revolved around it. 'Desensitized' would be the correct word to describe it. "Further, we don't have time to spend on a single stubborn guard. If I can't get the info out of him quickly, we move on to the next one. Agreed?" They didn't have the luxury of time on this mission, nor a soundproof room in which to conduct the interrogation. Complications, complications. However, despite it all, Sable was feeling more optimistic than usual. Spike was a professional who knew what he was talking about, and there was nothing the Ravenness respected more. Knowledge, caution, preparation. "One more question. Do we know anything about Nen users in the compound?" Edited by S1lverScorp1on5, Feb 14 2018, 06:01 PM.
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| Bug in a Bag | Feb 15 2018, 04:14 PM Post #9 |
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Spike idly ran his thumb against the blade of the climbing ax as Sable laid out her concerns, using this short break in his briefing to really size her up. Her deadliness went without saying after her brief test, and the air of utter professionalism she exuded was quite refreshing. In many ways, she reminded the hunter of himself. Unfortunately, their similarity also led to him predicting ahead of time that she wouldn't stick her neck out too far his sake if it came down to it. He didn't blame her one bit for this, just something to take note of before the situation might come to pass. 'Hope for the best, plan for the worst' was always a winning strategy. "No patrols. The wildlife are more than a match for less capable intruders, and it'd be bad for business to have careless sentries get eaten every now and again." Spike explained calmly, setting aside the ax and holding his hands near the fire once more. "Unfortunately, he was barely more open with me about the package. What I do know is that it's a sealed box of indeterminate size with the serial number #278456. Don't know if he genuinely didn't know more details or if he's just in a testy mood, not that it matters much. We'll still be bringing it back." "We're on the same page with the interrogation, we don't have time to waste. I was gonna handle that bit, but you've got me curious about how well you'll put the screws to them." The hunter replied flatly, simultaneously kind of relieved he wouldn't have to pull off some crude torture, but still feeling some pity for the poor bastard who'd be getting worked over by likely a professional very shortly. "I wasn't able to confirm or deny the presence of Nen users, but from personal experience I'd say the odds were slim with the former. I've done work with the man who owns this facility, Don Combo in case Lucania was tight-lipped about that, in the past and he tends to keep his Nen capable thugs close to himself. He pays very well. On that note, I think it goes without saying that we shouldn't use names while we're in the facility. I don't need him finding out I've actively moved against one of his holdings, it'd be bad for business." While filling in the information gaps for this mission, Spike had rummaged in a side pocket on his pack then withdrawn a pair of small radios and earpieces. "Here, if we get separated communication will still be key for things to go smoothly. Use channel two, I'll go by Alpha. Any objections to the call sign Bravo? The hunter added, placing her devices down on top of the map, moving on to set up his own. A quick glance at his watch confirmed time for the airship's arrival was nearing, so it was about time to get a move on. "Anything you don't think you'll need for the infiltration leave it here. We won't be coming back though, so I wouldn't ditch anything important." |
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| פּS1lverScorp1on5 | Feb 19 2018, 10:31 AM Post #10 |
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Sable nodded as Spike tided over her concerns of outside patrols. It made sense, considering the ape she'd run into earlier. Without Nen, taking those on frequently would be a waste of manpower. The lack of information on the package was unfortunate, but at least she had a solid goal now. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at Sable's lips as she listened to Spike finish the sentence. The man was correct. In the end, a job is a job, and details or no, they needed to complete it. The Ravenness nodded once more at Spike's words, glad that he agreed with her about the interrogation. She didn't doubt Spike's abilities, but they would likely save time if she took charge of that area. Brushing her bangs away, Sable listened attentively for her greatest concern. Nen users were unpredictable, and if there was even one in the facility, the mission would be many times more difficult. Thus, Sable was relieved to hear Spike's prediction. Code names wasn't a bad idea, though she sensed Spike was more in need of it than she was. He'd mentioned working with the owner earlier, and as he had said, it would be bad for business for Don Combo to find out. "No objections." Sable picked up the radio and earpiece, inserting the latter. Turning on the radio, Sable made sure it was set to channel two. "Testing, testing, Bravo is here." Nodding at Spike, she turned to sort through what she would need for the infiltration. They could live off the apes, so food was out. With snow everywhere, water wasn't necessary either. In the end, Sable didn't have much that was necessary to an operation like this. Just her weapon, clothes, a pair of ice picks, and a length of rope. Clipping the radio to the inside of her jacket, Sable finished her preparations. Glancing over at Spike, Sable nodded. "Ready." |
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