Red liners and Headliners; Not just yet! [Sven / Gabir]
Aug 6, 2015 7:11:13 GMT -5
Post by sven on Aug 6, 2015 7:11:13 GMT -5
"one more.. one more... " He sighed heavily just as another call came in; case after case ,filing a heavy report ."supicious couriers heading off a diverted path in one of the west sanctioned sectors of the slums with leads on a recent spotting of a black market trade ring rounding up for illegal Magix code to sell off. last seen aproximately 20 hours ago and most likely held up in an old run down stuffed toy factory said to have at least 50 cases of the substances, Those called in are to proceed with extreme caution as explosives and other weapons may be in use . over and out! "
Sven pulled his cloak off the coat rack with his hurried steps out the door ; Having no time to really say where he was going , just out on the job and he'd be back later. The time ticking by as he took one of the transports to the slums to meet the other partner called out to the scene where they would haul their asses out on field to crash the little soiree`. He plugged in his authorization to boot up on his Dragoon Re:volver . . Three beeping noises to finish its sync with his code locking it for his use.
" Weapon authorized ...Sven De'Montifar..Acknowledged " His fingers lightly on the gripping of the gun loading the barrel with six regular .44mm silver rounds. spinning it closed , he tucked it back in the holster for now until he really needed it.
Fixing his glasses as he stepped out in the rain, the splash of a thin puddle water under foot as he made his way to the outside end of the sector. He was hoping to get this case finished and done with in a timely manner, though he had an unshakable feeling in his gut that something might go wrong but he couldn't tell if it was intuition deceiving him or not. filtering his fingers through drenched cyan locks and wiping his glasses lenses off with a cloth before replacing them back to the bridge of his nose.
" .... Alright let's get this over and done with as soon as possible.. Make no mistakes .. the situation has been deemed catatonic, so be on guard at all times. Let's go... " he made a rather hushed bark to the other officers on side too who were following under them as required back up , he finally readied himself with a deep breath , gun removed from the underarm holster at the ready as they were to enter the eerily dead factory.
Sven pulled his cloak off the coat rack with his hurried steps out the door ; Having no time to really say where he was going , just out on the job and he'd be back later. The time ticking by as he took one of the transports to the slums to meet the other partner called out to the scene where they would haul their asses out on field to crash the little soiree`. He plugged in his authorization to boot up on his Dragoon Re:volver . . Three beeping noises to finish its sync with his code locking it for his use.
" Weapon authorized ...Sven De'Montifar..Acknowledged " His fingers lightly on the gripping of the gun loading the barrel with six regular .44mm silver rounds. spinning it closed , he tucked it back in the holster for now until he really needed it.
Fixing his glasses as he stepped out in the rain, the splash of a thin puddle water under foot as he made his way to the outside end of the sector. He was hoping to get this case finished and done with in a timely manner, though he had an unshakable feeling in his gut that something might go wrong but he couldn't tell if it was intuition deceiving him or not. filtering his fingers through drenched cyan locks and wiping his glasses lenses off with a cloth before replacing them back to the bridge of his nose.
" .... Alright let's get this over and done with as soon as possible.. Make no mistakes .. the situation has been deemed catatonic, so be on guard at all times. Let's go... " he made a rather hushed bark to the other officers on side too who were following under them as required back up , he finally readied himself with a deep breath , gun removed from the underarm holster at the ready as they were to enter the eerily dead factory.
