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Post by Penguin on Oct 20, 2013 23:59:06 GMT
Date: Three weeks and one day after half year mark.
Time: 22:35
Location: Miller Harbor, Warehouse 27.
The wooden crate hit the ground with a loud crash, 'causing most of the people presented at the scene to twitch nervously. After a few seconds of cautious silence, Phil, a man in black dress pants and white shirt with rolled up sleeves yelled angrily at the driver of the forklift. "Careful you dumb shit! A drop like that might blow the building fucking skyhigh! A stunt like that again and i'll flay you with fucking barbwire!" Miquel didn't take long to get the truck out of the building to get the next crate. He'd been working with Phil before, and had learned from hard-earned experience that he didn't mess around with threats he didn't mean.
Phil looked down at the shipping manifest in his hands, flipping over a page. It appeared that everything was here. Grenades, handguns, automated firearms, bulletproof vests... If he hadn't known about the boss's plans, he'd half expect a war with the Chinese was underfoot. He chuckled. The police was so busy chasing small timers they didn't have the slightest idea what was really going on, and that suited the boss just fine. Still, Phil didn't feel a 100% sure about the whole operation. Although he had brought ten men for the job, armed and properly trained (except for Miquel. Shithead), he couldn't help but worry it might not be enough. A lot of money was invested in this shipment.
Phil put the manifest on one of the boxes and strolled outside to grab a cigarette in the cool evening air. Hopefully the idiots wouldn't detonate the area in his absence.
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Owen Mancing
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I just need to make sure no one learns, that shouldn't be too hard.....should it?
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Post by Owen Mancing on Oct 21, 2013 0:17:29 GMT
After the incident, Owen had finally come to a decision. He could do some good with his ability. Wearing a dark brown jacket with a hood pulled over his head, blue goggles over his eyes, a white bandana around that covered his nose and everything under it to hide the lower section of his face, normal black pants and shoes, and black gloves. Granted, he didn't have much to make a outfit to make himself look different, but at least he did a okay job of it. Although, he would admit in his head that he was crazy for trying to do this.
Owen had sneaked out of his bedroom when his Aunt and Uncle were asleep. He had finally found something after a hour or so, rather lucky. Doing his best to stay hidden, he had managed to sneak into the building and was crouched behind a crate. Seeing what was going on. He couldn't get a glimpse at what was on the list since he was too far away, but when the crate fell and the response one of the men gave showed that it was nothing good.
Putting a hand into his pocket he brought out a stone that was the size of a tennis ball. Well, time to see if he could do something. Holding his hand open, he concentrated on the stone and it started to levitate. Only to go flying toward one of goons. Hoping it would hit, Owen moved to a different position whether or not it would hit. Although, if would hurt a little bit when it slammed into someone.
OOC: Sorry if this isn't all that great. First time)
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 21, 2013 1:04:12 GMT
Heroes never sleep. That’s what Dick had to learn the hard way.
Ever since Bruce up and vanished, Dick had to work twice as hard to make sure the streets of Gotham were safe, and its citizens can see the sun once more. However, these all-nighters really sucked, and no sleep meant a grumpy Nightwing. Dick sat in the huge chair in front of the Bat Computer, checking surveillance to see where he would be needed. He’s been there for the past 3 hours, and nothing was showing up. Just as his eyes were finally falling, a ‘bleep’ noise echoed from the machine, and the display showed coordinates for a suspicious shipping at Miller Harbor. “Finally, some action.” Dick grunted, raising from his seat, and rushed to get suited up. Once done, he hopped onto his motorcycle, and exited the cave, zooming into the night.
It didn’t take him long to arrive at the harbor, and upon parking his bike in a nearby alleyway, Nightwing scaled the building, and proceeded to survey the area, finding out what he could about why this would scream ‘suspicious’. First thing that caught his eye was a lone watchman, taking a smoke break. Time to go to work. Nightwing tossed a Bat-Transceiver and it stuck behind the guy’s back. With this, he could hear everything that would transpire within the factory, so he can figure out if this was reeked with criminal activity. Afterwards, Nightwing found an entry point into the warehouse from above, and quietly snuck in, hanging in the rafters, observing the shipping process.
Upon closer inspection, he see someone else sneaking around down below. The way he was dressed could show that he was a resident gangbanger that wanted to disrupt the shipping. Now, with a second target to observe, Nightwing remained silent and kept a diligent watch.
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Penguin
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Post by Penguin on Oct 25, 2013 10:02:52 GMT
Phil rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at a ship sailing by in the horizon. Looked like it was going to rain. Just as he extinguished the smoke, his pocket started vibrating. The phone almost flew to his face, attaching itself firmly to the side of his head.
"Phil here... No Mr. Cobblepot, everything is going according to schedule." He started walking carefully side to side on the spot, listening intensely, still watching the horizon. "The coastguard were no problem. Addie was among them... Yeah, he's still on the list... There will be no such thing, sir... Yes, i am very much aware. I'm looking forward to blowing so many holes in that fucking clown even his pretty little princess won't be able to recognize him... Yes sir." The phone went back into it's pocket, waiting for another chance to jump out.
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With little effort, Ronald cracked open one of the boxes with a crowbar, and began writing down the contents, his thoughts trailing off. 25 rifles, 4 ammunition boxes...10 flashbangs...wonder who's gonna take the world cup...10 riot suits...a...grenade launcher? Shit, the boss sure is going alOUARG. He stumbled sideways and swayed as the rock hit him smack in the temple. Seeing little explosions and flamethrowers dancing around his head, Ronald fell on his ass, leaning against the wall. Slowly regaining his awareness, he drew a finger over the point of impact. He was goddamn bleeding!
"Okay, where's the fucker who threw that?! COME OUT ASSHOLE!" Fueled by anger and nausea, Ronald drew himself to his feet and picked out a M16 rifle from the open crate with a murderous attitude.
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Phil almost twisted an ankle from turning around so fast. That was definitely one of the guys yelling. He ran inside.
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Owen Mancing
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Post by Owen Mancing on Oct 25, 2013 15:54:56 GMT
Well it truly surprised Owen that the rock had hit the guy, although now that the guy was armed made things harder. Plus he was looking for him as well and that meant Owen had to stay even more hidden. What to do now? Another rock wouldn't be wise would it? Well....the rock was really close to the guy, in fact one could say it was almost right behind him. Holding his hand out, Owen concentrated on the rock and it slowly levitated into the air behind the man it had just recently hit.
The rock levitated and backed away for a few moments, only to come flying at the man once more. Ironically if it did hit and they guy stayed conscious enough, turning around it would look like one of his fellows had thrown it. Of course, that's only if it hit.
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