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Steele hops into the hole in the floor and starts passing up weapons.

"I'll drink when this is all over. Here, let me see that."
Steele takes the tape recorder from Adriana and hits a button on the side.

After a moment, the tape begins to play. A grizzled male voice starts to speak, as a series of gunshots can be heard in the background.

"Someone ratted us out. Weapons hidden under the floorboards in the living room. FST surrounding the building. Godspeed."

The tape ends with a click.

"Shit," Steele says. "We've walked into an ambush. I'm guessing we're not going to find a fourth body. I'm guessing that the FST will wait until the morning to assault the building. Let us lick our wounds and fall into a false sense of security. I say we use our time to fortify this place. We've got decent visibility in every direction from the second floor. But first..." Steele begins to tap along the floorboards with his shoe. When he hears a hollow noise, he turns to Boyd. "Do you still have that baton you were twirling around yesterday?"

He pauses once more.

"And, Boyd? I think I'll take you up on that drink."

((What about this action?))

Quote from: Twinwolf on July 22, 2015, 01:38:55 pm

Adriana, pistol at the ready, cautiously goes through the rooms, searching for any clue as to what happened and the fourth body.

Afterwards, she examines the bodies, looking for Cause of Death and their gear.

((Getting there. Patience, young grasshopper. You have not been forgotten.))

Adriana sweeps through the upstairs.
If not for the dead SOF operatives, this building would look perfectly normal. Beds, cabinets, dressers. A place for everything, and everything in its place.
If there are more weapons, they must be hidden.
She returned to the bodies. Both men were shot through the head with some sort of handgun. Only one of them was armed, clutching a small pistol in both hands. The safety was still on. In his back pocket, Adriana found a tape recorder.

Tortilla Korea Latin-Asian Fusion Cuisine
Selva Sur, Tropicana
Approximately 22:30 hours, local time

"This should be the place," Steele said.
He entered a series of numbers into the keypad by the door, and the door swung open, revealing an especially pungent odor. Steele flicked on the lights.

"Fuck! It smells like somebody- oh, Christ."
An SOF agent was slumped against the wall with a bullet hole in his forehead and an empty handgun lying at his side. The room was decorated like a restaurant, but it was clear from the dust on the tables that nobody had ever eaten there. A staircase led upstairs, to where the agents would have slept. Steele drew the blinds and closed the door after the rest of the group had entered. Steele pulled out his MBITR and began to speak into it.

**Steele rolls a 90!**

<"Pathfinder, this is Renegade, status report, over.">

A minute or so of a muffled female voice swearing can be heard over the radio.

<"'S Pathfinder. Go 'head, Renegade, over.">

The voice on the other end of the radio yawns.

<"Accidentally engaged a group of drug smugglers back in the jungle. One minor casualty, and one major one. We've arrived at Selva Sur. One dead operative on the lower floor. Hold on, let me get someone to check upstairs, over.">

Steele looks at Adriana and gestures towards the staircase. She crouches and heads up, pistol at the ready.

After a minute, "Two more bodies up here!"

<"Pathfinder, we've found two more bodies, over.">

<"Roger that, Renegade. There were four operatives, so there should be a fourth body somewhere. Happy hunting. Pathfinder out.">

Steele swears and puts the radio back in his pocket.
"Now, let's get Boyd patched up."

Yeah, sorry, force of habit from my last forum game.

I'm not bitching, besides, I'm not planning to get hit.

Don't speak those blasphemies! Our dark lord, the RNG, knows all! Keep that up and some peon will blow your head off with a lucky shot on the first turn!

**Jesse rolls a 06!**
Hanton tries to tear a strip of cloth from her sleeve to make a bandage, but the fabric won't rip.