The Heads (the_heads) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-15 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, dr matt, dr sam, jason |
RP: Ammo Dump
Characters: Matt, Jason, Sam
Time/Date: Late late late August 14/Early August 15
Location: Sekrit Lab / unstated: hotel (upper rooms), mall, store, hardware store
Warnings/Rating: Language!
Summary: The Heads prepare
Status: Complete
Matt grinned over to Jason. The very same idiotic grin he'd worn ever since he'd watched the altercation in the store. "How're you feeling?" he called over to Jason.
"Shut the fuck up," Jason barked back. He had a huge bruise over most of the left side of his chest, had had trouble breathing most of the first night, was still having trouble sleeping properly, and had cracks on four of his ribs.
"Guys," Sam called over as she double-checked the list of weapons versus the bullets they had stocked up on. "Fight nice, or both of you shut up." She ... was not such a fan of this plan, but it had been approved, and really, what could she say about it? 'I'm worried we might get killed, too'? It was a risk, she knew.
It shouldn't be ... a big factor though. They'd rigged the portal stations just beside a large rock next to the mall, but on their own side of the line. They'd set up timers, so when the portal opened, there'd be at least three of the reavers pulled through, but no more than fifteen. It was set to start on Tuesday, mid-afternoon, with the first group being limited to no more than five, simply to give people a taste of it before they got anything more than that.
Sam was curious about what would happen ... and she knew Matt was hoping for the first real casualty to be witnessed. It was sick, but ... it had been approved. She couldn't do anything about that. She did, however, refrain from engaging in the bets taking place in regard to who would fall to the reavers. The odds were high, of course, on the captives with no arms training and no close connections to those who would protect them.
There were also bets going on who would mercy-kill, though only the ones familiar with the reavers were really getting any action in that pool. Not that Sam was paying attention to them, of course.
"Okay, guys," she said after she'd stashed the last of the ammo in the wagons. Between the new weapons, the single grenade launcher, the display they'd have to set up in the mall to see who'd be the first one ballsy enough to break into it and steal the weapons from it, the grenades (both hand grenades and the sort to load into the launcher), and all the ammunition for the guns already present among the captives, it tallied up to three heavy wagons. They'd had a couple of the day folk working overtime, and each one was decked out in riot gear and armed with tasers - just in case.
"Move in pairs, move quick. Once you're all back, we'll put up a little message on the network. Oh, and make sure you guys drop off the clothes in the lobby," Sam added.
Matt snickered. That had been too much fun. It was fun messing with them. Something utterly ridiculous one week, and then something horrifically fatal the next. It was good to be king. He couldn't wait until they laced the air with rage pheromones, or a truth serum. That was going to be fantastic, and his eyes glittered eagerly with the thought of it. All in good time, and who knew?
Maybe some of the fun ones wouldn't even survive the reavers.