[Tracy Byworth]

--Early Morning--
--Frieda's House--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee shook his head and began to walk into Frieda's house.

"Pawnee, I had no idea!" Brandy pleaded, "you can't go there! Nobody can! I - I can help! Listen to me! Please!"

Pawnee stopped in his step and turned back. He couldn't see Brandy at first and had to walk outside.

Brandy had her back to the house's outer wall and her face was beet red. She looked despondent, seconds from crying.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," Pawnee mumbled. He walked up closer to her, "that was - just a bad reaction. An overreaction. I should have known you'd have nothing to do with that. I - I'm sorry."

"I had no idea," Brandy panted, "why on earth would I want to hurt you, Pawnee?"

"I don't know. . .it was just. . .Scythe was messing with my head. He did it with Joe - I think - and now with you. Its made me on edge. Paranoid, not knowing who I can trust around here. . .and the way you. . .tricked Frieda - I just wasn't so sure you were genuine or if you had some other intentions. I believe you now though."

Pawnee said the words softly, almost whispering. He gently untangled a few strands of Brandy's hair and gave her a shaky smile.

"If you really want to help me, then stay here, and away from that man, Nicholas. I'll be okay. I'm going to pay him off and I'll have Harlan, Harold, and James coming along with me to be sure its okay. He won't try nothing and I'll be fine."

Satisfied that he had somewhat calmed Brady down, Pawnee turned to go inside.

"Don't worry about me, Brandy," Pawnee added, "in two days, I'll come back into town in one piece, you'll see. Save a good bottle of moonshine for me. We'll split it. Just you and me, okay? Don't cry over me. I'll be fine. I'll take you out scavenging with me once I get Buck back. We'll find some good things to mix with that moonshine. I'll find another raider for you to beat up too. Just don't cry. Don't worry."

[Juan Cerda]

Brandy - Friedas house - early morning

"If you really want to help me, then stay here, and away from that man, Nicholas. I'll be okay. I'm going to pay him off and I'll have Harlan, Harold, and James coming along with me to be sure its okay. He won't try nothing and I'll be fine."

Pawnee turned to go inside.

"Don't worry about me, Brandy," Pawnee added, "in two days, I'll come back into town in one piece, you'll see. Save a good bottle of moonshine for me. We'll split it. Just you and me, okay? Don't cry over me. I'll be fine. I'll take you out scavenging with me once I get Buck back. We'll find some good things to mix with that moonshine. I'll find anothe raider for you to beat up too. Don't worry."

"But..but he said if anybody other than me went to his house, they would get a sniper bullet. There are two other real freaky people there with him Pawnee. I can take the coins, then nobody will get hurt." She swallowed hard, "he told me I was like a daughter her never had, even though I just met him yesterday, it kinda creeped me out."

Stepping towards the door, "Even if you can go there and you're alright." Tears filled her eyes again, "the others going with you will get shot at." She ran her hands down her face, "I can't believe I was so...na?ve and didn't see it." Brandy shook her head, choking back tears, "what if, I mean its only a thought...but what if he takes your coins and kills you anyways?.....I..I mean then he would still get the bounty right? And have your coins too, did you think about that?" She looked intently at him, "I can go inside, give him the coins, get Buck and everything should be alright, right?"

Brandy stepped back, "please tell me you will think about it, I found two frag grenades when I went out yesterday, you can have them, or we could use them. And Pawnee, Frieda left to get dinner, I didn't trick her, I am sorta sorry for that yesterday, people have screwed with me my whole life like that, I won't do it again, I swear." Biting her split lip, "just think about it, I won't bother you anymore today, but if you or Frieda need help, let me know ok? I will do whatever you tell to, but I can do it, I know I can."

[i grind hard]

Duncan Talson - Grayditch - Nightfall

Celeste took the letter and cooed "Oh, it's from dad, Thank you, Duncan." then took a breath to answer his question. "With me, not too much has been going on. Pawnee managed to get himself hurt out in the wasteland -- a wall fell on him! Broke his nose and bruised his face up real bad. Poor guy. He was unconscious last night but he's up and about today." when she was finished she let out a mumble, Duncan didn't manage to catch what she said but he didn't pry either.

He took a gulp of his whiskey as Celeste swallowed a yawn. he looked outside and saw the moon was high. She spoke again and caught his attention "Duncan, I am by no means rushing you, but I'm getting ready to close up. Finish up as slow as you like -- I'll even bring you another whiskey. Thanks again for bringing me this letter," she smiled at him and spontaneously kissed his stubbly cheek before going back behind the bar. Duncan felt a little bit of colour go to his face as he said "Well thanks Celeste what a way to end a Brahmin drive, a kiss from a pretty lady." he gave a friendly laugh and called out to Joe "I swear that was all her partner" he gave another laugh and continued "Oh yeah Joe, Moriarty had a letter for you to, once again sorry about the state it's in." He pulled the letter out from his pocket and placed it on Joe's table before returning to his own, where Celeste had already poured him a glass. He gulped it down swiftly and heard Celeste call "James, Sue, i'm closing."

Duncan stood to leave as well "Goodnight everyone is was good seeing you all but I best get back to the Brahmin, don't want no ferals getting them. Oh and Celeste could I please have breakfast delivered? It's going to be a long morning for me, it's just up the hill there." he pointed outside the diner to a hill that ran up at roughly 45 degrees "Well goodnight" he said with a smile to happy to worry about how long he would be awake tonight and a lot of the nights to come until he could find some help.

[Dominic Vaughan]

ooc- sorry to leave you waiting jordanman

Frank-diner


He tried to make himself involved by asking the gentleman whom was showing the drawing, ut tey seem wrapped up in their own business.

Screw it, I will just proceed with mine then.

He headed home, in the hope someone might actually pop in.

Frank-his house- noon

Frank awoke on the same old couch again. He looked back on the previous day, he had spent pretty much the entire day daydreaming about his past and had wasted time again.

''My [censored] back,'' he sighed, ''I would be more of help if I could walk properly.''

He knew there were things occurring in town, but if he can't help with their [censored] hair, maybe he should just come clean bout his abilities, at least some of them. Or maybe just actually talk to someone else Frank?

He wandered round his house some more digging out more crap. He came across a dresser full of women's clothing. He soon unearthed what looked like a corset, or back support in his eyes.

Worth a try

He removed his tshirt and tightly wrapped it around his back, instant relief washed over him. Could it be? All this time in consist pain, all he needed was a muscle support?

He tried walking across the room, a hell of a lot easier than usual. He stabbed a stimpak into each leg that he was saving. The pain was virtually gone.

A big smile of relief swam across his face. He had to really test this. He headed out to door, bearing in mind he heard there was a super duper mart near by. If he hurried he could make it back for the diner for the busier times. Or maybe I should just chase up that Harold Celeste mentioned he pondered.

Suddenly there was a banging at the door, then a thud.

He cautiously opened the door to find a passed out man covered in blood with what appeared to be a broken leg.

I guess I should be a good citizen

He really had to test his back now. He slowed heaved the man with one arm across Frank's shoulder and began dragging him to find a doctor.

[Chris BEvan]

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. After dark.

Joe watched in mild amusemant as Rusty stormed out of the diner.

Wow, I sure made a mistake picking you to pass her to. I figured that Ol' Daddy would have raised you better than that. Maybe taught you to act with a little dignity. But instead, youjust stomped off out of here like a petulant teenager. You sure did fail at raising him, or just plain never bothered. But because of that, I've failed to get rid of Celeste. Now she's kissing me and saying she wants to talk. Though it is almost worth it to watch you storm off like a kid with Ol' Daddy hobbling after.

"What was that about?" she asked out loud, as the two men swept past. She caught Joe's eye and he shrugged. Celeste grinned and kissed him again. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Here, Joe, you must have been busy all day. Tell me all about it."

Tell you about my day? Well here's a chance Joe. You can get your version of what happened across. There are still a few folks here, I'm sure the'll all enjoy a good conspiricy tale. Good, Duncan's back, he seems a trusworthy sort. Plus I did him a favor with those brahmin. He stands to make a lot of money off of those. So he has no reason not to believe me. I just have to make sure that I don't deviate from that story I told Pawnee. Better make sure I get it straight in my head first.

Joe pulled the lid off the beer and took a long swallow. "Wow, these are so much better now that your fridge works darlin'. I had a hell of a day, been a real rough one. You mind if I just have a moment to finish this?" He held the frosty bottle up and swirled the cold liquid around a little. "I know I'm bein rude and I'm sorry, but I haven't had much chance to relax today. Five minutes?"

Celeste seemed to accept this and busied herself with her remaining customers. Joe finished the beer slowly, taking his time to make sure he had all of his "facts" straight. He was just about to tell his version of events when Harlan limped back into the room and sat in a stool.

"I'm sorry about that Celeste. Rusty just needed to... Take a breather from the diner." The old bounty hunter began.

"Oh, it's okay," she replied. "I was startled, and a little confused."

"Really though, he didn't like the sight of you kissin that... Prince... Are you sure he's the saint you believe him to be?"

Celeste frowned, looking quite angry. "Pardon me? You've got a lot of nerve, Mr. Jake." She rolled her shoulders back and put her hands on her hips. She looked up to meet Harlen's eyes. "Joe is my boyfriend. I'm sorry if Rusty, for some reason, has a problem with that, and I'm sorry if you don't like Joe either, but Joe has been nothing but kind and tender with me." She brushed some hair off her forehead before continuing. "You might not know this, but I knew Rusty heard my conversation with Joe the day we ... became a couple. I saw him laughing at us. Now I was raised to be polite and so I have graciously accepted Rusty's offer to help me in the diner, but if he is going to be like that then maybe he should just stay away."

Well, turns out she is a fiesty one when she wants to be Joe. You're going to have to keep her sweet 'till you can find someone more appropriate to pass her to, can't have an outburst like that where Harold can hear it.

"Oh, I agree. He shouldn't have even gotten involved. He likes you but obviously," He looked to his right, where Joe stood, "He's gonna have to put that on the backburner."

Harlen took a step back from the bar, "Well Celeste, i apologize for any rudeness that occurred this evening. I'll talk to Rusty some more, get him to cool off. I will see ya later, I just hope, and pray, that you do to. Goodnight." He limped out once more and headed for Jesse's house.

"The nerve of some people." Joe said quietly. Celeste seemed pretty pissed off by Harlan and Rusty's actions, soon asing everybody to finish up and leave.

Ok, well I can't fool everyone. But Celeste will do for now. She'll be telling everyone my side at breakfast tomorrow. Once Sue and James had left, followed by Duncan, Joe turned and spoke to Celeste.

"So Celeste, you asked how my day was. It's been a pretty bad one. There was a trader in the other day and the son of a [censored] tricked me. played me like a damn fiddle." Joe paused for a moment and sighed.

"I'll start over. That big blond guy came in to town and was asking around after Pawnee, well he was a bounty hunter. I talked to him, told him Pawnee lived in town. I didn't really think it'd matter, I'd already heard a couple of other people say as much. So, I told him that and he went on his way. Later on I wandered over to talk with the trader. I got talking to him about his stock and I made a joke about how I need a Pip-boy to make my job easier. So he tells me a story about how he knows where one is."

Joe paused for a moment.

"So I say to him, "Well that's all well and good, but I just told you how busy I am, when am I going to have a chance to go fetch it?" and he say's why don't I have someone go get it for me. Head of security, I must know somebody who can scavenge things up for me, That made me think of Pawnee, he'd made me an offer. Anything I need, ask Pawnee and he'll rustle it up. So I talked to Pawnee and sent him after my pip-boy." Joe ran a hand through his har, appearing agitated, his face a grief stricken mask.

"I sent him out there and he comes back all beaten on. I made the connection with the trader and went right round to let him know I'd accidentaly been involved. Well Pawnee, he hears me out, then flings a bag of caps at me, saying I sold him out. That... that [censored] bounty hunter told Pawnee I'd set him up, so now he don't trust me. I... I was doing the him a favour, I'd told he to keep anything else he could find. I... I didn't know I was sending him into an ambush Celeste. I swear."

[e.Double]

OOC: No problem Starbug, it's fine

IC:
Jordan Argero- Grayditch- noon

Jordan's eyes fluttered open to the feeling of being swayed back and forth. As he gathered his thoughts, he realized he was on the back of an elderly gentleman, who had picked him up from the ground. It seemed as if the elderly man had a destination in mind, as he was set in a straight path. They approached a building, and Jordan relaxed. His body started to feel numb again, and his eyesight was dizzying fast. As he slowly faded into unconsciousness for the second time that hour, he remembered his old squad, and their bravery.

[I love YOu]

(OOC: long post from me...sorry all :blush: )

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ After nightfall

The diner cleared out quite soon after she'd declared she was closing. That suited her fine. She wanted to have at least a couple minutes with Joe before they had to separate and go to their own houses. She wanted to ask him to come by again that night, but she was still a little worried about hurting Harold's feelings, and it would look suspicious that Joe didn't come home for a third night in a row.

"So Celeste, you asked how my day was. It's been a pretty bad one. There was a trader in the other day and the son of a [censored] tricked me. played me like a damn fiddle." Joe paused for a moment and sighed.

She looked up from the crate of dishes she was gathering to frown. "Oh, Joe, I'm so sorry to hear that. It was such a nice day out today, too."

"I'll start over. That big blond guy came in to town and was asking around after Pawnee, well he was a bounty hunter. I talked to him, told him Pawnee lived in town. I didn't really think it'd matter, I'd already heard a couple of other people say as much. So, I told him that and he went on his way. Later on I wandered over to talk with the trader. I got talking to him about his stock and I made a joke about how I need a Pip-boy to make my job easier. So he tells me a story about how he knows where one is."

Celeste was wiping down the stove. Grease had splattered everywhere leaving an oily mess. "I'm still listening..." she murmured, though she worried about the direction the story was going.

"So I say to him, "Well that's all well and good, but I just told you how busy I am, when am I going to have a chance to go fetch it?" and he say's why don't I have someone go get it for me. Head of security, I must know somebody who can scavenge things up for me, That made me think of Pawnee, he'd made me an offer. Anything I need, ask Pawnee and he'll rustle it up. So I talked to Pawnee and sent him after my pip-boy." Joe ran a hand through his hair, appearing agitated, his face a grief stricken mask.

She popped open another beer and put it in front of Joe. "You sent him scavenging? Frieda thought it was me, and I thought he went out for her..."

"I sent him out there and he comes back all beaten on. I made the connection with the trader and went right round to let him know I'd accidentaly been involved. Well Pawnee, he hears me out, then flings a bag of caps at me, saying I sold him out. That... that [censored] bounty hunter told Pawnee I'd set him up, so now he don't trust me. I... I was doing the him a favour, I'd told him to keep anything else he could find. I... I didn't know I was sending him into an ambush Celeste. I swear."

Celeste went very pale. "There's a bounty hunter after Pawnee?" she whispered, hardly able to believe it. "T-that big man? Really? What did Pawnee do to get a bounty hunter after him?" Her hands trembled as she tried to finish cleaning the bar. "Well, he must believe you. You told him the truth, right? You didn't send him to get beat up on purpose." She started wiping the bar down a little more forcefully. "I'll just talk to him tomorrow. I'll convince him that you didn't set him up at all on purpose."

FRIEDA ~~ her house/Grayditch outskirts ~~ Pre-dawn

Just like clockwork, her eyes popped open moments before sunrise. Time to run, time to run, time to run.

Yes, shut up, I'll go this morning.

Frieda awoke laying with her arms and legs intertwined with Pawnee's and feeling fantastic. Her hair was a complete mess, unbound and draqed on her back and around her neck, and she didn't care. Last night was worth the tangles she'd have to rip out with her brush. She sighed, both happy and morose. She didn't want to move, but she didn't want to miss having her run, again. Pawnee wasn't fully healed but he was doing much better, and if the other bounty hunters in town were going to make a move, she figured they would have already.

She regretfully untangled herself and rolled out of bed. After getting dressed she decided to brush her hair out and then put it into two long pigtails on the back of her head. Frieda laced up her boots and strapped on her plasma pistol, then looked over to Pawnee's sleeping form. He'd rolled over after she had got out of bed and was sprawled on his front. In the low light of the pre-dawn, the tribal tattoo on his back was a strangely stark contrast to the bruises.

She was quite familiar with that tattoo, after the previous night's ... activities. Frieda blushed as she realized she was staring, though there was no one around to catch her at it. She leaned over the bed and softly planted kisses from his forehead, to his temple, and down his jawline until she reached his lips. He mumbled something in his sleep.

"Pawnee," she called quietly into his ear. He didn't even flinch. "Pawnee, hey, wake up for a sec." She kissed him on the lips, even pausing a little longer than if she were just planting it there.

"Mmmnyuh?"

"I'm going for a run. I'm going to lock the door behind me. Stay in bed, I'll be back soon." Frieda kissed him once more and then made her way out of the house and into the cool morning air.

Pawnee doesn't want me to go with him, to pay his bounty, she thought as her feet pounded the dirt it had tread for the past few days. I can't just sit around my house and hope the likes of James, and two strangers, Harold and Harlen, can keep him alive. I just don't trust strangers to do the kind of job I'd rather be doing myself. I can trust myself. I know my strengths and limits. I know I'm fast and calm under pressure.

I also know I'm [censored] at staying hidden.

...and I know Pawnee was serious. Oh God, I hope he doesn't take off this morning before I get home to try and get around having to face me about it.

Frieda crest a hill and skid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath and watch the sun pop over the horizon.

He wouldn't do that. He promised to be honest. To stay honest. She turned and made her way back to town. The sun made the eastern side of the rocks strewn in the wasteland appear to be on fire. The emptiness of the wasteland seemed stark then, haunting and beautiful.

Frieda ran back into town. A caravan was making its way towards the main entrance. She took the long way back to her house, looping around on the road instead of cutting through her usual alley. The sight of Brandy standing in her doorway was a little disturbing. What is going on with that girl? Did she come back for more? ...does she know I step out for a run in the morning, and wanted to take advantage? She slowed to a walk, hoping she could catch some of the conversation before jumping to conclusions. That just gets me into trouble...

Brandy was crying. "...just think about it, I won't bother you anymore today, but if you or Frieda need help, let me know ok? I will do whatever you tell me to, but I can do it, I know I can."

"Hi guys," Frieda greeted them, looking between Brandy and Pawnee. "What's going on? Need help with what?" Her eyes lingered on Pawnee's half-clothed body. "Well, good morning, handsome..." She pushed past Brandy before hearing the girl answer. Without thinking about it, she hooked her arm around Pawnee's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "How did you sleep?"

[Kill Bill]

Brandy - Friedas house - early morning



"Hi guys," Frieda greeted them, looking between Brandy and Pawnee. "What's going on? Need help with what?" Her eyes lingered on Pawnee's half-clothed body. "Well, good morning, handsome..." She pushed past Brandy, hooking her arm around Pawnee's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "How did you sleep?"

A hint of jealously shot through Brandy, as Frieda kissed Pawnee. "Did you know he has a bounty Frieda?" She frowned, "I was asking if I can help, I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt or worse....killed." She explained to Frieda. Taking a couple of steps back, "just let me know what you decide Pawnee." She said rubbing her arms where he had grabbed her.

On her way home, Brandy could see James and Sue sitting in the diner. She ran inside, "James, James" she said catching her breath, "you guys can't go to Scythe's, you'll get shot." She sat down and continued, "there are two more people there, he's not alone, and he said anyone other than me will get a sniper bullet." She settled back in the booth, "I talked to Pawnee, asked if maybe I could take the gold, and get his dog back. Then...,no one would get hurt." She fought back tears as she looked at James.

[Lance Vannortwick]

James Wilson- Celeste dinner - morning

James was sitting in his booth with Sue when Brandy ran inside, "James, James" she said catching her breath, "you guys can't go to Scythe's, and you’ll get shot."

“ I though that much, i met scythe, not the most Friendliest guy“ James said

brandy sat down and continued , "there are two more people there, he's not alone, and he said anyone other than me will get a sniper bullet."

I didn’t know that , so scythes got himself a team , could be Challenging….

Brandy settled back in the booth, "I talked to Pawnee, asked if maybe I could take the coins, and get his dog back. Then...,no one would get hurt." She fought back tears as she looked at James.

“Don’t cry, brandy none of us are going to Die because later on today we are going to have a meeting and plan what to do, to ensure that every does their Job correctly and that no-one is killed” James said passing Brandy his handkerchief.

“ I don’t want you to take the Gold because they will just take you Hostage and ransom you for Pawnee, it’s how bounty hunter work, get Both sides of the reward, oldest trick in the book”

maybe Brandy remembered something about them, I should ask now before she can forget…

“Now Brandy I need ask you something very important” James said pausing for a second…

“Can you tell to me about their hideout, what it’s inside, how many rooms are their inside? And more importantly what weapons and armour do scythes “ friends have… “

“ Can you do that Brandy?” James asked

[Katie Pollard]

(OOC: Celeste needs to get that door fixed. And a lock. And she's supposed to always be there before the patrons haha.)

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Early morning

Celeste woke early that morning. She rolled over in her bed with a smile and then remembered Joe didn't spend the night with her. She rubbed her eyes and then remembered why: Harold.

Poor Harold. Joe is so wonderful, no wonder he fell for him.

She got out of bed and washed her face, taking her time and enjoying the feeling the water made as it trickled off her cheeks and across the back of her neck. She tried one of the shirts she had hung up from washing the night before, but it was still very damp. Celeste chose a deep green sweater instead.

She booted her front door open and ambled towards the diner, carrying a crate full of clean dishes she had hand-washed the night before. She walked in and placed it onto the bar. Celeste returned to her house and by the time she had once again come to the diner with another crate of dishes, James, Sue, and Brandy were there in a booth and having what looked like an anxious conversation. She went behind the bar and began to unpack the dishes. Brandy looked worse for wear, her face was splotchy and her eyes were bloodshot.

"I talked to Pawnee, asked if maybe I could take the coins, and get his dog back. Then...,no one would get hurt," Brandy was babbling.

“Don’t cry, brandy none of us are going to Die because later on today we are going to have a meeting and plan what to do, to ensure that every does their Job correctly and that no-one is killed” James said passing Brandy his handkerchief. “I don’t want you to take the Gold because they will just take you Hostage and ransom you for Pawnee, it’s how bounty hunter work, get Both sides of the reward, oldest trick in the book."

Gold? What the hell is going on?

She immediately remembered the coin Pawnee had handed her just days before, the one she had sent to Colin. Celeste reached into her pocket and retrieved the letter Duncan had delivered to her, now completely ignoring the conversation in front of her.

My daughter Celeste,

Where in the world did you come across such a thing? You said a patron gave it to you, as a sort of tab? It is worth quite a few caps, but it's not enough for a permanent pass to eat and drink for free. You should ask him for at least two more, if he has 'em, and then he can be considered a [censored]in' shareholder of the whole town if he wants!

I ordered your twinkle lights. I had to convince one of the caravans to barter with the brats at Little Lamplight, but I imagine he will be quite successful. I bet your diner looks great and you've done me proud!

You said you think Joe likes you? I have to tell you, dear, that is impossible -- he has been in a long term relationship with Harold for years. He doesn't exactly swing that way, if you catch my meaning. Nonetheless he better treat you with proper respect and help you whenever you need it. Remember, tell Harold anything that Joe does that makes you uncomfortable or upset.

I wish I had time to visit. Unfortunately, I had a bit of a situation here where some bandits broke into my distillery and damaged a load of my equipment, and until that's sufficiently repaired, I am a little tied up all over the place. I hope you understand.

Write me again very soon!

- Colin

Celeste smiled to herself. She tucked the letter back into her pocket and began to brew a pot of coffee. "Sorry, Brandy...did you say you were talking to Pawnee? What were you saying about coins?"

[x a million...]

OOC: Slightly weak.

--Morning--
--Frieda's House--
--Pawnee--

"Even if you can go there and you're alright, the others going with you will get shot at." Brandy whimpered, "I can't believe I was so na?ve and didn't see it! What if, I mean its only a thought - but what if he takes your coins and kills you anyways? I - I mean then he would still get the bounty right? And have your coins too, did you think about that?"

Pawnee nodded gravely, "of course I've thought of that. Scythe wants me alive though. Harlan and the others will stay hidden, and if Scythe tries anything, I'll distract his crew while they move in."

Brandy shook her head, "I can go inside, give him the coins, get Buck, and everything should be alright, right?"

"No!" Pawnee said forcefully, "I told you - I don't want you getting anywhere near this."

Brandy stepped back, "please tell me you will think about it. I found two frag grenades when I went out yesterday, you can have them. And Pawnee, Frieda left to get dinner - I didn't trick her - I am sorta sorry for that yesterday. People have screwed with me my whole life like that, I won't do it again, I swear."

Yeah, but I bet you didn't tell her you'd be topless and straddling me. . .

"Just think about it. I won't bother you anymore today, but if you or Frieda need help, let me know," Brandy furrowed her brow, "I will do whatever you tell me to, but I can do it, I know I can."

"Okay," Pawnee smiled, "I trust you."

Frieda came jogging up to the two of them, her hair tied back in cute pigtails. Her body was sweaty and grimy.

"Hi guys," Frieda greeted them, "What's going on?

"Hi," Pawnee blushed at his appearance, now conspicuously aware he was shirtless.

Frieda seemed to ogle his chest, "good morning, handsome..." She purred, pressing up against him and kissing his cheek, "how did you sleep?"

Brandy watched Frieda kiss Pawnee with a frown.

"Did you know he has a bounty Frieda?" Brandy seemed interrupted the two, "I was asking if I can help. I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt or worse. . . killed."

"Frieda knows," Pawnee looked back at her, "and I told you not to worry about anyone being killed, Brandy. Its going to be okay."

"Just let me know what you decide Pawnee." Brandy added, rubbing her arms where he Pawnee had grabbed her, earlier. She quickly shuffled away.

Pawnee turned his attention back to Frieda, "hey baby. I slept okay. Missed you in the morning though," he playfully grabbed one of her pig tails, "you'll never believe this, but Brandy met my bounty hunter out in the wastes. He acted really friendly with her - told her about my bounty - and basically told her to tell me not to run."

Pawnee leaned back against the door, "for a little while I thought Brandy might be working for him. . .but she's too. . .innocent. Naive? Anyway, I just told her to stay away from the whole situation. Seems the whole town is getting involved and the more people in on this, the more things that can go wrong. I'm going to go round up James, Harlan, and Harold in a minute to go over everything for tomorrow. Anything you need?"

[Josh Trembly]

Brandy - Celestes diner - early morning

“ I though that much, i met scythe, not the most Friendliest guy“ James said, as Brandy sat down into the booth.“Don’t cry, Brandy none of us are going to Die because later on today we are going to have a meeting and plan what to do, to ensure that every does their Job correctly and that no-one is killed” James said passing Brandy his handkerchief, " I don’t want you to take the Gold because they will just take you Hostage and ransom you for Pawnee, it’s how bounty hunter work, get Both sides of the reward, oldest trick in the book"

"B...but" Brandy started to question, as James continued.

“Now Brandy I need ask you something very important” James said pausing for a second… “Can you tell to me about their hideout, what it’s inside, how many rooms are their inside? And more importantly what weapons and armour do scythes “ friends have…Can you do that Brandy?” James asked

Brandy put her elbows on the table, and her face in her hands, "eeerrrrrr, let me think" her voice muffled, looking back up, "When you walk in, its just an empty room really, just a desk a radio and a chair. There were two doors in the back of the room, but they were closed. Nichol...Scythe has blue armor like yours, and that farm sickle, think he had a shot gun, with a round thing on it, I don't know, but it was big." She glanced at the ceiling, "the freaky lady, had armor kinda like his too, but it looked heavy. She grabbed my hair and smelt it, real creepy, she had dreadlocks and piercings and tattoos all over her face. She had a long gun with a scope on it, sniper gun maybe?" She shrugged her shoulders, "only saw the other guys back, I don't know what things he had." She looked at Sue, "good morning Sue, sorry I'm a basket case." Offering her a small smile.


"Sorry, Brandy...did you say you were talking to Pawnee? What were you saying about coins?" Celeste asked while beginning to brew some coffee.

"There's a bounty hunter after him, he was here the other day, the big guy with the huge blade, remember? He wants Pawnee's gold, I don't know, its all so..so...not good" Brandy replied

[[Bounty][Ben]]

FRIEDA ~~ Her house ~~ Early morning ~~ totally gratuitous entry is gratuitous :angel:

"Did you know he has a bounty Frieda?" Brandy huffed, "I was asking if I can help. I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt or worse. . . killed."

"Frieda knows," Pawnee answered, "and I told you not to worry about anyone being killed, Brandy. Its going to be okay."

"Just let me know what you decide Pawnee." Brandy added, rubbing her arms absently. She left.

Pawnee turned his attention Frieda, causing her to smile. "Hey baby. I slept okay. Missed you in the morning though," he playfully grabbed one of her pig tails, "you'll never believe this, but Brandy met my bounty hunter out in the wastes. He acted really friendly with her - told her about my bounty - and basically told her to tell me not to run."

"Really? He was...polite with me, but I wouldn't say friendly."

Pawnee leaned back against the door, "for a little while I thought Brandy might be working for him. . .but she's too. . .innocent. Naive?"

"Mm," Frieda agreed, squatting a few times to keep her muscles loose. "You're probably right. Maybe that's why he used her to relay the message not to run -- if he had tried it with me, I might not have cooperated all that easily."

"Anyway, I just told her to stay away from the whole situation. Seems the whole town is getting involved and the more people in on this, the more things that can go wrong. I'm going to go round up James, Harlan, and Harold in a minute to go over everything for tomorrow. Anything you need?"

Yes.

Frieda straightened slowly, a devious look in her eye. "You could say that." She raised her arms up behind her head and listened as the joints in her shoulders popped. "We need to talk seriously about this plan of yours, for me, I mean. I will make myself absolutely sick with worry if you force me to stay here while you try and settle up with the bounty hunter, and I told you, I can help you. I, at least, know the right way to point a gun," she smirked. Well, that was mean, but at least Brandy isn't around to hear it, and I guess I'm more miffed about her showing up at my house like that than I had thought. "Let me come. Don't even tell the other men I'll be around, I can be...the backup to the backup."

She took a breath.

"We'll talk about it, okay? Please?" Frieda gave a sly smile and extended her hand towards Pawnee. "You aren't in a hurry to head out, I hope. I 'need' you to come upstairs and help me...stretch."

[tannis]

OOC: Just though of a funny thing James will say to Joe’s “side” of the story… warning Joe may not like it....
OOC2: Post deleted itself, had to write again :swear: + :brokencomputer:

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James Wilson – Celeste dinner – morning

Celeste had just entered and was reading a letter when Brandy put her elbows on the table, and her face in her hands, "eeerrrrrr, let me think" her voice muffled, looking back up, "When you walk in, its just an empty room really, just a desk a radio and a chair. There were two doors in the back of the room, but they were closed.

“Good that will be very helpful.” James repiled I knew it was that house

Nichol...Scythe has blue armor like yours, and that farm sickle, think he had a shot gun, with a round thing on it, I don't know, but it was big."

“A drum magazine, common in DC.” James replied

glanced at the ceiling, "the freaky lady, had armor kinda like his too, but it looked heavy. She grabbed my hair and smelt it, real creepy, she had dreadlocks and piercings and tattoos all over her face. She had a long gun with a scope on it, sniper gun maybe?" She shrugged her shoulders, "only saw the other guys back, I don't know what things he had."

“Brandy this info is very helpful and could help pervent one of us from being shot and I think that lady has a 308. sniper rifle, packs a powerful punch." James said

Brandy looked at Sue, "good morning Sue, sorry I'm a basket case." Offering her a small smile. Sue nodded and smiled back when Celeste walked over....

"Sorry, Brandy...did you say you were talking to Pawnee? What were you saying about coins?" Celeste asked while beginning to brew some coffee.

"There's a bounty hunter after him, he was here the other day, the big guy with the huge blade, remember? He wants Pawnee's gold, I don't know, its all so..so...not good" Brandy replied

“The bounty hunter is called scythe and has taken Pawnee Dog hostage and backmailing Pawnee for these Gold coins we found” James said whilst placing a Gold coin on table in front of Brandy & Celeste.

“However like most bounty hunters, scythe is mostly like gotta take Pawnee and the gold and collect the reward from whoever hired them, It’s what I would do" and have with that Slaver two years ago..

“but with all of our help we should be able to defeat scythe and his band of warriors-thugs and take that Scythe of his a trophy” James chuckled

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OOC3: three of James's gold are in his safebox , James has one on him (on the table) and Sue has one in her pocket

[Georgia Fullalove]

--Morning--
--Frieda’s House--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee and Frieda finished their quickie and he looked over at Frieda. She had laid his overcoat overtop of her chest.

“That’s mine,” he snatched it off, playfully, staring at her while she was exposed. He then sat up and began to get dressed, “about what you were saying earlier. About coming with me. I – I just want to do this by myself – honestly. But if some hardened, bounty hunter like Harlan or a giant like Harold offers me their help, I ain’t gona turn it town. . .you know? But you. You I really care about. I want you to stay here. I know I can’t really stop you from coming on your own, but I’m asking you not to.”

Pawnee smiled at Frieda one last time.

She’s going to come anyway. I know it.

“I’m going to round up Harlan and James. Harold. . .he works with Joe. I’m not going to fill him in on anything until we’re heading out. . .and one last thing,” Pawnee gave Frieda the most pleading expression he could muster, “if you do come, stay back - stay far away. If anything bad happens, never let them see you.”

Pawnee exited Frieda’s house and walked over to Celeste’s Diner. He eyed James immediately and sat down next to him.

“Hey James,” Pawnee smiled at him, “is this a good time to have that conversation with you? And have you seen Harlan? Let’s brainstorm all at once.”

[kennedy]

OOC: short post sorry
@Surfer: you can CC James and Sue to the meeting
EDIT: Sue is carrying a black Suitecase ( with C4 inside )


James Wilson – Celeste dinner – Morning

James was talking to Brandy and Celeste (see last post) when Pawnee walked and immediately Sat down next to Brandy “Hey James,” Pawnee smiled at him, “is this a good time to have that conversation with you? And have you seen Harlan? Let’s brainstorm all at once.”

“hello Pawnee , as soon as I’ll have my morning coffee I come” James said spinning the gold coin on the table.

Celeste had placed several coffees on the table James picked up and began to drink it

“ I’ll been talking Brandy about Scythe Hideout , she has told me some Interesting details about what guns they have and whats in the main room” James said taking another slip of his coffee

“ Oh yes Sue could go back to shop and pick up my “Suitcase please. ” Sue nodded and walked out of the dinner and towards the Grayditch Arms…

“ So Pawnee how many Gold coins does Scythe want for Buck? Cause I have an idea for a Back up Plan, incase everything goes [censored]-faced, I’ll explain more at the meeting. James said, flipping his gold coin in the air….

[Nymph]

Brandy - Celestes diner - early morning

Pawnee walked in, joining James, Sue, and Brandy. “Hey James,” Pawnee smiled at him, “is this a good time to have that conversation with you? And have you seen Harlan? Let’s brainstorm all at once.”

"Wha...what? I still don't know why I can't be involved, whatever" Brandy went to the counter to talk to Celeste, turning back for a second, "James, can we work a trade for a gun, Scythe gave me this sawn-off and I don't want it anymore."

Brandy turned back to Celeste, and rolled her eyes, "we have to stay here, be safe, ugh" she pulled her loose pig tails, "Celeste, I see you can use a new door for here, I can fix it build you one if you want?" She smiled, leaning onto the counter, "and I'd like to talk to you about maybe putting up my distillery outback? Maybe even selling it in here, what do you think?"

[Micah Judaeah]

Duncan Talson - Duncan's Brahmin Ranch - Early Morning

Duncan snapped awake and rebuked himself for falling asleep idiot! one of the herd could have been taken, what were you thinking. He gave a quick look over the herd and saw they were all accounted for. He stood up from his chair and stretched out the stiffness in his back before starting the milking. "this is going to take a god awful amount of time and I don't think I have enough buckets." He let out a sigh then got to work, Duncan had never been good at his numbers but was certain 5 buckets wasn't enough for 11 Brahmin. He didn't let it bother him and just got as much milk as he possibly could, starting with the quality stock before moving on to the ordinary stock.

When he was finished there were milk puddles everywhere "shame to let it go to waste, but it can't be helped" he breathed, next on the agenda was feeding them, this was easily achieved with the feed he had bought in Megaton, they seemed pretty grateful for it as they started to dig in. With the Brahmin occupied Duncan looked out over his 'ranch' "gonna need a lot of work" he said to the wind.

"Gonna have to put a fence around here, build a water trough there, build a milk churn to make butter and cream, yep this old place is going to take awhile to get off the ground." He gave a sigh and made his way to the decrepit building that backed the old carpark "might be able to find something in here that could help."

[sam westover]

Harlen Jake

Jesses's Home - Early Morning

The water ran down his back. The heat steamed up the room and Harlen could feel the arthritis waining. Ghosts from his past haunted him. Something he had successfully blocked out for sometime.

-

Water drips from the ceiling of the cell, but a gaunt 46 year old Harlen does not go after the irradiated liquid. He sits in the darkness with someone else, a woman. There are slits in the walls, but this is only to provide air. The door opens, and food is pushed through, but no light enters. The two captives crawl toward the door. They see that on the metal plate rests a slice of bread, and there is a small cup of clean water next to it.

The young woman speaks with a quiet, dry voice, "Half and half."

Harlen nods in the darkness. He rips the slice in half and hands it to the lady, "Eat, Isa, eat."

She sips half the small cup, and ravenously ate half of the bread.

Harlen let's a smile show through his long, this survivalist like beard, "There you go Isabella."

The two eat the extremely small meal like it was a feast. Afterwards the get back against the wall and sit in each others arms.

Isabella asks with a smoother voice, "So what was your wife like?"

Harlen bites his lip at this question, and a few moments later he emotionally answers, "She, she was a Godly woman. You remind menof her in fact, but she wasn't Enclave. She was everything I needed, and wanted. She passed away when I was 42. A little bit after I got the job to take down..." He let's outs a hoarse, raspy cough, "I got the job to take down the leader of this prison, dead. They saw me coming, and I've been here since. I don't know if it's been three or four years, or four hundred years. I cannot tell you because I cannot even see any light..." He picks up a small rock and tosses it to his left.

Isabella pets Harlen's beard. He eyes stare out as if looking into the past, "Then I showed up..."

Harlen looked down to her and moved the red hair out of her eyes, "Yes, you did." An image of his 17 year old son strikes his mind.-

The old man awoke from his memory and wiped the water from his eyes. "I have to tell him..."

-

He had gotten put of the shower, dried off and got dressed. The reinforced leather armor sat comfortably under his suit. He opened the door to Jesse's guest room only to see his son sleeping. He decided not to wake him. The father wrote a note to his son:

Dear Rusty,
As you know, 15 years ago your mother died, and I got that job. It was to tale down a raider, the head of an organized gang located at a prison. Something went wrong. I was ambushed. They captured me and they put me into deep isolation for ten years. I thought about you every single day son, every single gah damn day. There was nothing more I wanted to do then to see you. Ten years in darkness, I couldn't even tell if it was day or night. Everything blurred. A ray of hope came to me sometime between the fourth and sixth years. She was a good woman, as good as your mother, but she died the day we escaped. After we escaped I went back to Arlington, and I saw that you had already left. Rusty, if something should happen I want you to know I love you with every single beat of my heart, fiber of my being, flicker of my soul.

Your loving Father,

Harlen Jake

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Celeste's Diner - Morning

Harlen walked into the diner and sat next to Pawnee, "So, young man, you gotta plan?" He looked forward into empty space, still lost in his past.

[noa zarfati]

--Morning--
--Celeste’s Diner--
--Pawnee--

As if on cue, Harlan walked into the diner and sat down next to Pawnee.

"So, young man, you gotta plan?" He muttered with a thousand yard stare.

“Yeh – yeah. I was just asking James if he knew where you were. Now come on,” Pawnee motioned for them to leave, “I’d like to keep this private.”

The two men and Sue followed Pawnee out of the diner and up to his open air, second story flat.

Pawnee sat down on a rubble pile.

“Now this guy, Scythe, he wants me alive – and on that, I believe him,” Pawnee began, “so that gives us a bit of an advantage. If I pay him off, and he still comes after me, that’s when I’ll need you. He said to meet me at the red house, alone, tomorrow. I want to go at either dawn or dusk, so it’s still dark. When I’m talking to them, that’s when you move in close. I’ll try and take my time while making the payment to give you time to get a good position. “

Pawnee paused to ensure everyone was following him.

“If it goes down outside, just watch and sit tight. You’ll see if they try and pull something. If it goes down inside, I’ll start hollering loud and making a fuss. That’s your signal to storm the house,” Pawnee winced, “I hope you don’t have to do that. Just keep out of sight. In my reckoning the simplest plans have the fewest things in them that can go wrong, but what do you three think?”

OOC: EDIT for Skirt: We're sitting at the front counter on barstools

[noa zarfati]

(OOC: Pawnee says he sat next to James, James says he sat next to Brandy...:shakehead: )

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Morning

Celeste was surprised to see Pawnee saunter in like nothing. The unconscious man from two nights prior was a thing of the distant past, and now here he was, grinning and looking refreshed. She frowned as she watched him sit next to James and immediately address the man, barely even making eye contact with Brandy.

“Hey James,” Pawnee smiled at him, “is this a good time to have that conversation with you? And have you seen Harlan? Let’s brainstorm all at once.”

Celeste immediately walked to their table with three steaming cups of coffee. She wanted to interrupt and say hello to Pawnee, but Brandy spoke first.

"Wha...what? I still don't know why I can't be involved, whatever" Brandy went to the counter, turning back for a second, "James, can we work a trade for a gun, Scythe gave me this sawn-off and I don't want it anymore."

Celeste returned behind the bar just in time to catch Brandy rolling her eyes. "We have to stay here, be safe, ugh," she pulled at her hair.

She frowned. "Stay here? What are you even talking about, Brandy? Where is someone going?"

Brandy continued, as though she didn't want to talk about it. "Celeste, I see you can use a new door for here, I can fix it build you one if you want?" She smiled, leaning onto the counter, "and I'd like to talk to you about maybe putting up my distillery outback? Maybe even selling it in here, what do you think?"

"You could build me a door?" Celeste asked gleefully. "Brandy, that would be great! It would really add to the atmosphere in here. Make it seem like a real bar, like my dad's." She seemed to have stars in her eyes just thinking about it. Celeste turned and began assembling some Cram with eggs into a pan, remembering how Duncan had asked for breakfast to be brought to him.

"Distillery? You mean, your moonshine?" Instinctively she glanced down and noticed that she had only half a case of beer, a single bottle of vodka, two bottles of scotch and a half-bottle of whiskey in her "stocked" bar. She was out of wine completely. "We'd have an endless supply of alcohol? That...that would be amazing. I'd make sure you got more than a fair cut, Brandy. You could be a st...an imblest...erm, a stare-holder* in the diner, then. I'd make sure dad would be okay with it."

Celeste tossed the food in the pan with a practiced hand. Her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth as she heaped the food onto a plate. She then poured a cup of coffee and when she turned, she noticed that James and Pawnee had disappeared entirely. "Sue, I'll be right back and then I'll make you some breakfast, hm?"

She walked around the bar and picked up the plates. Brandy remained sitting on the stool, frowning deeply. If I didn't know better, I'd think she had a little more than a passing interest in Pawnee, the way she carried on about him earlier. "Brandy, could you take this cup of coffee? I'm going to take this to Duncan. Have you met him? He's one of the sweetest people in the entire town. Come take a walk with me, get some air, get your mind off of...serious subjects, hmm?"

Brandy let out a sigh but complied.

"Come on," Celeste winked, walking out of the diner and into the street towards the carpark turned brahmin pen, "we have to walk by the clinic. I bet Ryler is around. He's a sweetheart, too, and really smart, we should say hi. Then there's...Frank...uh, hmm. Forget that. Who else..."

(OOC2: *her screw ups are on purpose Mine are...well whatever. I had to correct like a dozen typos already.)

[Mrs shelly Sugarplum]

Frank-noon

He slumped the man he found in front of the door he believed to the doctor's house Ryler I heard his name is.

Frank shoved the door opened?

''Are you the Ryler?'' He asked'

''I have something or you to deal with.''

He heaped the bleeding man through the door.

Frank swiftly the house I'll check on him later, as he started heading out of town.

[Alada Vaginah]

Harlen Jake

Celeste's Diner - Morning

As if on cue, Harlan walked into the diner and sat down next to Pawnee.

"So, young man, you gotta plan?" He muttered with a thousand yard stare.

“Yeh – yeah. I was just asking James if he knew where you were. Now come on,” Pawnee motioned for them to leave, “I’d like to keep this private.”

The two men followed Pawnee out of the diner and up to his open air, second story flat.

Pawnee sat down on a rubble pile.

“Now this guy, Scythe, he wants me alive – and on that, I believe him,” Pawnee began, “so that gives us a bit of an advantage. If I pay him off, and he still comes after me, that’s when I’ll need you. He said to meet me at the red house, alone, tomorrow. I want to go at either dawn or dusk, so it’s still dark. When I’m talking to them, that’s when you move in close. I’ll try and take my time while making the payment to give you time to get a good position. “

Pawnee paused to ensure the men were following him.

“If it goes down outside, just watch and sit tight. You’ll see if they try and pull something. If it goes down inside, I’ll start hollering loud and making a fuss. That’s your signal to storm the house,” Pawnee winced, “I hope you don’t have to do that. Just keep out of sight. In my reckoning the simplest plans have the fewest things in them that can go wrong, but what do you two think?”

Harlen held the thousand yard stare, "Well, I know plans sometimes don't occur as originally thought, Lord willing this will..." He wondered to himself allowed, "Kent Jameson..." The other two looked at him oddly, breaking his thousand yard stare. "Sorry, he was just someone who Scythe might have heard of, I know I did..." He continued his thousand yard stare as his mind drifted to his former mentor.

Harlen suddenly looked down to Pawnee, "Try going in with all the confidence in the world, like you are holding all the chips. The catch through this is you mustn't give us away, if you do well, you know. We are the ace in the sleeve, and you cannot show them that sleeve."

[Dina Boudreau]

Jordan Argero

Jordan awoke on the floor of what seemed to be an abandoned house. He crawled from where he had been dropped, which looked like a living room, into the kitchen. He grabbed the edge of the counter and tried to pull himself up with his good arm. He propped himself up on his elbow, and began to lurch his way to the living room again.
I thought I saw a couch in here...Maybe if I can rest for a little, I'll get my strength back..
Jordan slumped into the couch, and dozed off

[Elea Rossi]

James Wilson – Celeste dinner – Morning

Brandy mentioned she wanted to trade her Sawn – off for a rifle when Sue had returned with James’s suitcase seconds later, Harlan walked into the diner and sat down next to Pawnee."So, young man, you gotta plan?" He muttered with a thousand yard stare.

“Yeh – yeah. I was just asking James if he knew where you were. Now come on,” Pawnee motioned for them to leave, “I’d like to keep this private.”

The James , Harlen and Sue followed Pawnee out of the diner and into his house were e sat down on a rubble pile and began to speak:

“Now this guy, Scythe, he wants me alive – and on that, I believe him,” Pawnee began, “so that gives us a bit of an advantage. If I pay him off, and he still comes after me, that’s when I’ll need you. He said to meet me at the red house, alone, tomorrow. I want to go at either dawn or dusk, so it’s still dark. When I’m talking to them, that’s when you move in close. I’ll try and take my time while making the payment to give you time to get a good position. “

Pawnee paused to ensure the men were following him.

“If it goes down outside, just watch and sit tight. You’ll see if they try and pull something. If it goes down inside, I’ll start hollering loud and making a fuss. That’s your signal to storm the house,” Pawnee winced, “I hope you don’t have to do that. Just keep out of sight. In my reckoning the simplest plans have the fewest things in them that can go wrong, but what do you two think?”

Harlen held the thousand yard stare, "Well, I know plans sometimes don't occur as originally thought, Lord willing this will..." He wondered to himself allowed, "Kent Jameson..." The other two looked at him oddly, breaking his thousand yard stare. "Sorry, he was just someone who Scythe might have heard of, I know I did..." He continued his thousand yard stare as his mind drifted to his former mentor.

who is Kent Jameson?

Harlen suddenly looked down to Pawnee, "Try going in with all the confidence in the world, like you are holding all the chips. The catch through this is you mustn't give us away, if you do well, you know. We are the ace in the sleeve, and you cannot show them that sleeve."

" I agree however i have a idea incase everything goes [censored]-faced and the know we are outside ” James said opening his suitcase , inside were Two C4 bricks and a detonator, James gave one to Pawnee

“ Now Pawnee whilst you are walking up to the red house put that by the door, just drop it on the way in. If eveything goes wrong I’ll blow it , it will cause a big Explosion, knock down the door and anyone nearby will be knocked over... James paused for a second

“ However there is a small chance it could kill anyone standing behind the door , so shout out " Tango Now " when you want to blow it, could be a useful distraction for you to get out before we come in ....

"Athough I doubt we will have to use the C4 they may lock the door once you are inside and I don't think anyone but Harold could knock down a door , whilst under fire... James said

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slighty edited the bottom part, Surfer & Wolfman