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Bastard
04:11:54 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Bubba moves quickly through the room to the other side, his extendable raising up over his head as he moves. The magic user tries to make some weird hand gestures, either in defense or fear, but either way they have no effect on stopping the giant.

BING! The sound of metal ringing off the caster's head like a base hit in Little League echos through the room and is even heard by Kliko and Duster in the lobby. The victim drops to the floor in an awkward pile due to being unconscious before he even hits the ground.
Kliko
04:12:00 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

'what the frag?' "Big Boy: Report in, what's going on in there?"
SneakyJoeKDB
Bubba stands over his prey puffing from the incredible exertion he took from his charge and swing. When he catches his breath he realizes he may have been a little more noisy then he wanted to. He sees the Battle tac screen blinking from a message...'Oops Kliko must have heard.' He views the screen and attempts to text back but his overly large fat fingers cant seem to hit the buttons right... 'me smahs agll thikings oks I saves rltgenless fronm mage'. Bubba, quickly picks the security guard up with one hand by his collar and heads towards the lobby holding the slumping guard out in front and hoping he can get to the hall before Kliko sees where he came from.
Kliko
04:12:06 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

"Copy that Big Boy, you ok? Your texting seems off."

Kliko relaxes back in the chair knowing all is well. 'fraggin spell-slinger should have stayed in this hiding hole of his'
SneakyJoeKDB
Bubba appears from the hallway doorway to the lobby and stands there holding the security guard out in front by the collar with one hand. "I oks I just got fat fingers and..." Bubba makes a deep belowing and grunting noise causing him to lean over and drop the suecrity guard in front of him while grabbing his gut. Bubba gags again, but this time the gagging noise is followed by loads of nasty and very stinky troll vomit which happens to splash all over the security guard. Chunks of day old donuts and nasty meal rations in some pasty and watery sauce. Bubba feeling better after his vomit, looks at Kliko with a huge grin, Kliko can see chunks of vomit particles in Bubba's teeth. "Hehes, silly mage... thought he gots da jump on mes with his mana bolts, now he's wearing da outcomes. I'll gos back and makes sure relentless is oks... ah... you cans search da guard he mays have somethins for yas... Bubba snickers as he walks off towards the data storage room fully aware of the disgusted and awkward look on Kliko's face.
Kliko
04:12:12 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

The security helmet hid most of his expressions, but underneath the visor Duster could clearly see frustration building up as Kliko's gritted his teeth. 'Wyrmfood, Bubba's gonna turn us into Wyrmfood!'

Kliko raised himself slowly from the comforts of this desk chair and made his way to the hallway. "Big Boy, you clean this mess up alright. You're wyrmfood if you leave this mess about. These shamans can do some pretty nifty stuff to you just by getting their hands on a small sample of your slime... don't you watch Karl combat mage on the trid? You know what they can do with this mess ay?

Now get this guard back with the others. I don't want to rouse suspicion if anybody makes a casual walk-by."
Bastard
04:12:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Still in the matrix, the Relentless gives a juvenile laugh. At least someone is having fun, but with that kind of evil laugh, he cannot be up to any good.
SneakyJoeKDB
"Well how will theys know it aints da securities slime? Besides he is gonnas have a bad concussions and that leads to plenty of vomits -but I supposes your rights. I saws some cleaning stuffs in da supplies rooms." Bubba quickly makes his way to the supply room for some bleach and other cleansers.
Bastard
04:13:40 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Relentless jacks out of Hestaby's computer, laughing as he does so. Out of his cyberdeck he pulls a few mini-flash drives, as he rejoins the team. Still laughing he hands one to Kliko.

Duster drops from the rafters, landing in a squat position on one knee, with one fist on the ground, the other hand clutching the tomahawk at his belt. Kliko is impressed by the physad's grace, but does not know how to feel about the superhero-esc landing. While it looked smooth, and maybe good in the movies, Knuckle Duster is no Batman. Hell, he is no Robin. Relentless hands him a mini-flash drive as well.

Bubba is just returning from the storage room with an armful of different cleaning supplies, to find a laughing decker tossing out computer thingies. Oooh! Shiny!
Kliko
04:13:49 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Lobby), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Hasting himself to get out of here Kliko pockets the flash-drive inside the full suit beneath his overwhites. "Let's clean up and get going. This mess makes Big Boy as good as wyrmfood, which by definition makes us wyrmfodder as well."

Attaching the security guard's radio to his combat vest, Kliko does a quick first aid check on the the remaining guard before grabbing his collar and dragging him back into the room he supposedly hid in. "What are you waiting for? Be carefull with that bleach around his eyes. We're not here to make any enemies... I get the others in here as well."

It is clear he wanted to get out of here. Afterall they yet had to descend a 14,000 feet high volcano, something easily overlooked within the magical aura surrounding the Lodge...
Bastard
04:14:05 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Quickly going over the guard with the smashed head, Kliko determines he is definitely going to have a concussion. His breathing is shallow, but he doesn't look to be bleeding too badly. Kliko slaps a trauma patch over the guards heart, to keep him stabilized, just to be safe.

"Hey Klik... Where you guys at? You've been in there for almost 15 minutes," RG through the BattleTach.
Kliko
04:14:11 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Lobby), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

'We're mopping up. A mojo-slinger put a spell on Bubba which made him vomit. It's a mess, but we should be out in 4 minutes.'
Bastard
04:14:15 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

"Why are you laughing? You get hit by Comedic ICe?" Duster asks a hysterical Relentless.

"Well, Bubba's damage and stupidity made it hard to make it look like no one was here, so instead of looping the security vids, I overwrote them with graphic anime porn!"

"Dude, something is wrong with you."

04:14:25 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Lodge (Reception), Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft

Bubba and Kliko drag the bodies into the security room, where Bubba starts dumping the various cleaning chemicals on the floor and over the bodies in an attempt to clean up traces of the shadowrun.

Knuckle Duster and Relentless do not need any commands, they are already heading out the way they came. The physad taking the lead, the decker on his tail.


04:17:15 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Summit, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 30o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 30 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 21o Fahrenheit

"V says there is some heavy mojo drek happening in astral space. I think we better get the frag outta here," RG relays through the BattleTach's radio.

"Forget about it Bubba, lets go. We need to get the frag out of here"

"Fine." Bubba drops the bottles of cleaner, the bucket and mop on the floor in defiance. "You saids you wants to mop up. Now I cleans and yous wants to go."

"No time to waste chummer, bad mojo is coming our way. Lets dump this stuff in the room with the guards and get out."

Kliko follows Bubba out the side entrance they had entered about 18 minutes earlier. While the mission did not go as quickly and smoothly as hoped for, things turned out a lot better than they could have.

The two hustle down the embankment, following the trail they had made earlier, as it slowly disappears under the start of a light snowfall. It is some time before they catch up to Duster and Relentless.
Kliko
04:18:07 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Summit, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 30o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 30 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 21o Fahrenheit

'RG: Better disengage the Battletactm and get our signal out of the air. Team, job well done! From now on we maintain radio silence. Lets get of this mountain and put some distance between us and the Lodge.'
'Hurrah! guess the team really needs that morale boost chummer, we're not even nearly of this damned volcano'

The team's next stop was Thumb Rock. From hereon out they should have a rapid descend into Helen Lake. Planning to ski from Helen Lake onward. Hiking back to Thumb Rock Kliko catches up with V: "Must be an impressive sight the astral here huh? Anything we can do to mask our signature there?"
Bastard
04:18:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Summit, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 30o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 30 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 21o Fahrenheit

"If by 'impressive' you mean 'scary as all frag,' then yes. Very. There isn't much I can do to hide us from the powers here," V's voice is fast and shaky, either from the cold or fear - or probably both.

RG picks up her gear and is ready to move out, "Lead the way, Klik!"
Kliko
04:18:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Summit, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 14,160 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 30o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 30 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 21o Fahrenheit

"Ok, lets kick up our pace then." Kliko takes up point as he makes his way to the front of their little column.

"Duster, you pick up our rear guard? We need somebody out there with eyes in his back. You can check the astral right?"

"Bubba, take this slap-patch. If the shit hits the fan, it should make you feel somewhat better. Don't use it until you have to, it only works for a few minutes and the down-period afterwards is a bitch" Making sure the troll understands Kliko continues on his way up point.

It takes little time before the mapsofts load into his cyber and visual overlay functionality provides a handsome though abstract picture of their surroundings. The pre-programmed route unwinding in front of him as the team makes their descend...
SneakyJoeKDB
"yups yups yups." Bubba takes the patch and examines it holding it in front of his face. 'Looks like comfy toilet paper or a good nose blow'. Bubba puts the patch in his pocket and follows Kliko's lead.
Bastard
04:22:40 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Shasta Summit, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 30 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Kliko hustles down the snow covered mountain side, putting as much distance between the team and the Lodge as quickly as possible. The ground is icy and steep, where the team takes a quick break to put their crampons back on, while RG and V, who are still in gear, take up guard positions.

"Man, the astral plane is fucking crazy... even more so than earlier!" V informs the team. This does not comfort the team any, and Bubba says so.

Relentless on the other hand, seems to be scooping up souvenirs or something, and putting them in his pockets. He gets some odd looks, but is oblivious to them, but know one says anything, knowing most deckers are weird and/or eccentric.

About two or three minutes later, it looks like the team is ready to move. "Everyone cramped up?" Kliko asks. He and Duster double check the team, and give each other a thumbs up. Even Bubba has his crampons on correctly this time.

The continue down the terrain quickly, and somewhat safely. Kliko is guided by his route, and plows throw the snow along it. Bubba follows blindly behind him, making a nice large path for the rest of the team. Relentless and V follow, RG behind them, keeping up, even with that LMG at the ready. Duster is in the rear, following a couple meters behind the gnome, unable to see the front half of the team through the snow.

Bastard
05:12:40 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Kliko follows his digital overlay, bulldozing down the mountain side, all the way down to Thumb Rock.

Bubba is trailing Kliko when he looses his footing. He takes a quick tumble, luckily into an unfortunate snowbank, which takes the brunt of the crash. Bubba does not find his brush with serious injury at all frightening. Instead, his head pops out of the snow with a bit of a laugh, and he regathers himself, making sure no one else has seen his fall. Then he is quickly back to his feet, and arrives at Thumb Rock about a minute and a half behind Kliko.

Relentless and V arrive together about five minutes after Bubba, RG and Duster arrive about five minutes after them, Duster completely covered in mud.
Kliko
05:18:41 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

'So far so good chummer, but we're not even nearly there yet. Don't get cocky now.' Its the first time since their descend that Kliko takes a short break and speaks up "Alright listen up, we need to stick closer together alright. We got some head start on whatever is pursuing us, but our enemy right now are the elements. If anyone of us trips or falls we're screwed. Now take five team, get yourself a drink and another energy bar. Rope up when you're done." While the rest of the team takes some badly needed rest -they're pushed at a grueling pace- Kliko has a small chat with each of the team members. Just the few comforting words required to boost morale.

"V, could you do another astral scan? I don't care if this place goes apeshit on the astral, just that we're not being followed alright."

"Duster, what happened to you man?"
Bastard
05:21:21 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit


"Don't worry, I have been," V replies to Kliko. "And it is way past ape shit. I have not seen anything following us, but if it's hiding well in the storm, I may have not spotted it... yet."



"I found a mud hole," is Duster's only reply.



Thwump, thwump, thwump.
The sound of something big flies overhead, above the cloud cover, and up the mountain.
SneakyJoeKDB
Bubba Looks up, eyes following the sound overhead. As the sound passes he quielty speaks, "Uh Ohs... Mommas come homes, we needs to gos and fasts..." Bubba jumps up ready to move. "Which ways Klikos?" The others can detect a real uneasiness in Bubba's voice and his standard happy-dumb countenance has faded with concern and a furled brow.
Kliko
05:23:06 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"Hold on chummer, first we rope up. That" nodding down the highlighted route "is called Avalanche Gulch for good reasons. Make sure to get some 10 meters between you and the chummers in front and behind you."

'Security in hot pursuit I can live with, but a GD? Its a risk, but they will be monitoring the main road and this route circumvents Horse Camp ranger station'

Kliko is the last one to rope up, checking each members roping before heading out. "Next stop Lake Helen, take a sip and grab a snack while you can chummers." Happy to get going he sets the pace, nice and easy. 'Avalanches... as long as we don't trigger any, we'll be fine...'
Bastard
05:23:21 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Duster looks down the slope, then at his BattleTach, then back down the mountain, then at Kliko. His eyes are as wide as Bubba's XXXL underwear, "Kliko. I say this with all due respect. You are fucking crazy if you think we will survive this."

Bubba is more worried about the great dragon flying around than the slope at the moment. Duster is more worried about the slope. While the rest are geared up waiting for Kliko to lead the way.
Kliko
05:23:24 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 225 Fahrenheit

Putting down the security helmet, hanging it loose from straps of his rugsack Kliko notes "I guess you have to be a little crazy to run against a dragon" flashing Duster a big smile. "Give me 5 minutes to check conditions down there. If I think its unsafe we'll continue down the Green Butte." Leaving the rest behind to catch some breath Kliko recons conditions on the upper Avalanch Gulch. Getting himself hopelesly bogged down in the proces due to last night's snowfall. 'Not good'

05:28:51 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft

Kliko emerges back from the Gulch. Breathing heavily "You're right Duster, waste of fragging time. Green Butte it is, but we better get down there as fast as if that Wyrm herself is on our tail." Roping himself in with the rest he turns around one more time "Team, head out. Just think of Draco when you're not able to keep up"...
Bastard
05:28:55 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"I am for the safest way, Kliko," Relentless interjects. "I don't know if staying on the main road is a safe bet either."

"I don't give a drek, I ain't skiing down that death trap!" Duster reiterates. "I will take my chances down Green Butte."
Kliko
05:28:55 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Thumb Rock, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 12,940 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"Truth be told neither routes are safe R. One probaply being watched, the other being a danger of itself. Anyway, we move out. Staying here is just a waste of fraggin' time." Kliko kicked up their pace to a trot as the team reaches down the main road along Green Butte.

Pre-programmed routes started scrolling through a window in Kliko's image link. Their preparations of the day before had been worth it: 'Select route -> Sargents Ridge via Green Butte'

'All depends on you chummer, now don't let them down'

Bastard
05:45:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

The road is covered in snow, making it a bit slippery, but easier to manage than running through the hiking trails. The team stays in the same order as before, but a bit closer together this time.

Kliko can see the split for Sergeant's Ridge up ahead, when the Duster's voice broadcasts on all-call on the BattleTach radio system, "Get down! Cars coming!"

Kliko
05:45:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft

Team channel: "Dive for cover at the roads East-side, this way" Kliko pulled frantically and unforgivenly at the ropes to get them moving down the side of the road and across the built-up of snow along its sides. They would just have to wait some longer before arriving at the split leading down Sargents Ridge. Team channel: "V, Duster, astral!, RG, fire up the Tac!".

Unroping once in cover he slides down six more feet before switching his thermal dampening back on and keeping perfectly still. Listening out on the vehicles as they approach down the Green Butte Ridge.
Bastard
05:45:45 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

The team jumps over the berm and slides down a few feet down the slope on the other side, sinking into some snow that provides some pretty good cover.

Over the other side of the snowbank the night sky lights up, the snow reflecting the lights of a vehicle coming down the mountain. It slowly passes Duster, then RG and V, then Relentless. It seems to be slowing down, then comes to a halt when it passes Bubba. A flood light starts scanning the top of the snow bank the team just leaped over, about six feet or so above Bubba and Kliko.

The night is silent between the gusts of wind, say for the calm idling of a diesel engine. A truck door opens and the crunching of snow pack just a few feet away can be heard. It stops at the edge, then moves downward past the vehicle to where Kliko had left the road.

"Over here," a voice comes from where the footsteps stopped.

The flood light swings from the bank and back toward the road, toward the voice.


05:46:30 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft

The light holds still, aiming down the road, or so it seems. There is nothing to hear besides the soft rumble of the vehicle's engine, until the foot steps start their return to the vehicle.

"It seems those tracks just disappeared into the night, and now the snow has pretty much covered 'em. Dammit..." the voice trails off, then picks up again. "Jonas, get Base on the horn. Have them send an astral patrol over to our location. Tell them to scout out Green Butte and Sergent's Ridge and fan out."

A second voice comes from the vehicle with a loud, "Yes, sir."

After a few seconds the voice is hardly audible, "Scout Two to Lodge."
SneakyJoeKDB
Bubba listens carefully... not liking what he hears he does his best, with his fat fingers, to quickly text Kliko and the team on the battle tac.

'the y go8ing to f1ndus, lets sn3aks up b4nkk and $mashy dem AND usse car to getsss aw@y'

As Bubba finishes his frustrating experience of texting, he notices that Kliko has started to move up the bank. Bubba grins with excitement, realizing smash time is nearing. Bubba quickly and stealthily moves up the snow bank and peeks over the ledge. Upon noticing that Kliko is moving into position to get the jump on the security guard standing in the road, Bubba makes eye contact with Kliko, nods, and then silently moves over the snow bank and around the car towards the passenger side door. 'I hope he is distracted enough with the radio and it's a good thing I left the undwear on my head. When they see me they wont see me'
Kliko
05:46:37 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

'No time to waste' The BattleTactm login menu was still scrolling along Kliko's image link when Bubba's clumsy texting appears. 'Frag'
'Bubba: get around the vehicle and cover me. Don't knock out the driver... yet'. Kliko made his way back up the snowbank as quickly and quietly as possible. 'make it count chummer.' Hopping across the snowbank Kliko sneaks up on the security guard's right. The last few meters in a hushed hurry to put the silenced pistol at the base of the guard's temple. A distinctive click sounds as Kliko cocks the hammer of his Browning Ultrapower.

"Don't move... tell your friend to call of the astral patrol. Tell him to report there's nothing out here but snow."
SneakyJoeKDB
Bubba watches Kliko's aggressive approach upon the lead guard from Bubba's ducked position near the passenger side of the vehicle. Although Bubba hears Kliko in action, Bubba takes no chances. Immediately after Kliko makes his demands Bubba flings the passenger door of the vehicle open and grabs Jonas, ripping him from the vehicle and immobilizing his arms through Bubba's tight grip. Bubba holds Jonas in the air with both arms and smiles under his underwear mask, noticing that Jonas's expression is white with terror and Jonas's feet dangle in the air. 'This guy didnt even know what hit him'
Bastard
05:47:15 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Bubba sneaks up alongside the security truck. He tries to listen into the radio call, but with the door closed, the window up and the rumble of a diesel engine, he does not hear the broadcast.

As Kliko approaches his target, the guard catches him, or something, in his peripheral. He starts to turn but is not quick enough and finds the barrel of a silenced Browning Ultrapower heavy pistol staring him down.

"Don't move-" Kliko starts. Bubba leaps into action, tearing the truck door open. Jonas turns, face white, eyes wide and unblinking. "What the-," he starts, but the underwear headed giant interrupts by reaching in and grabbing him by the shirt and pulls him out of the vehicle.

"...Tell your friend to call of the astral patrol. Tell him to report there's nothing out here-" Kliko continues. He is cut off by his own over zealousness. Seems Bubba distracted the both of them. When he ripped an unsuspecting radio operator from the vehicle, the driver naturally spun without thinking, to see what the commotion was. Kliko put a single gel round off the side of his head. "...but snow."

Bubba pulls Jonas from the truck cab and puts him in a face to face bear hug. He feels something warm against him.

SneakyJoeKDB
The Giant Screams with frustrating anger, "You pee'd on mes! I gonna kills you..." Bubba slams Jonas onto the passenger seat and holds him flat by the throat with one hand, Jonas's legs dangle outside the truck. Bubba grabs the radio mike with his free hand and holds the radio mike in front of Jonas's face. As Bubba holds the mike in Front of Jonas's face, Bubba's cyber shot gun pops open with the barrel pointing right into Jonas's eye. "You wants to lives? I wanteds you to lives and thens yous wents and peeds on mes! Nows your only chances to lives is calling offs da astral patrols." "click" Bubba's cyber shotgun cocks as he violently stares at Jonas.
Bastard
05:47:15 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Jonas' mouth moves, but no sounds come out. He opens his mouth again, then closes it. He does this a few times. The other guard is of no help either, as he lay unconscious in the snow at Kliko's feet. Finally, with a voice that cracks more than a boy of 14, he says, "What do I say?"

Bastard
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SneakyJoeKDB
"You answer mes firsts and dont lies... or else KABOOMS!" Bubba slightly presses the cyber shotgun barrel against Jonas's face. Bubba's tone softens a little, he pulls the cyber shotgun barrel back a little, and asks, "What dids you tells da lodge, is an astral patrols comings?"
Kliko
05:47:18 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Snow crunches under Kliko's feet as he makes his way around the truck. Pistol casually in one hand he could have overheard Bubba's threats from a mile away. 'Well, that went smoothly, sounds about time for good cop, bad cop.'

Battletactm: 'Area secure. Hang back for now. We don't want to give away our numbers'


"Whats your name son?" Kliko calls out. "Alright... Jonas, listen up. Your friend is going to be fine." 'A few comforting words' "We don't have much time so don't try and stall us." "Now listen up. I want you to report back to base that there's nothing out here but wind and snow. I want you to report that you plan to proceed down to the Everitt Memorial Highway and setup a stake-out near the Bunny Flats parking area.... you copy that Jonas?"
Bastard
05:47:30 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"Yes... yes, sir..." Jonas answers with a shaky voice.

He grabs the radio, "Uh, Lodge this is, um, Scout Two."

The radio answers back, "Go ahead Two."

"Yeah, um. We found nothing here. Um, we are, um, wait," he unkeys the mic. "Where are we going? - Oh." He keys the mic once more, "Lodge, we are headin' to Bunny Flats, you can call off the astral patrol here. False alarm."

"Copy that."

Jonas looks at Bubba, well Bubba's shoes at least. "How was that? Please. Please don't shoot me."
Kliko
05:47:36 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"You're a very brave kid Jonas. I have to provide some medical medical attention to your friend back there. Listen to Big Boy here and you should be fine alright" Kliko returns back to the guard he shot before.

Battletactm: 'Bubba, get the boy in the back of the truck, face down. He's coming with us. Team: looks like we got ourselves a ride down the mountain. Lets get out of here. Wait for my signal before you mount up. Bubba and me will ride along in the back with our newly acquired friends.'

Kneeling down Kliko takes good care to search the guard all over. Removing any offensive weaponry or comm-units alike and searching for retractable spurs or hand razors. Only then Kliko starts to provide standard first aid procedures on the guard. 'Bugger him, should have listened when I told him not to move'...

05:53:16 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Kliko finds Bubba and Jonas already safely mounted on the trucks back by the time he gets there with the unconscious guard. "Here, help me get this fellow up there.... There you go." Once up and somewhat secured he makes a final check on the poor fraggers condition. 'Stabilize his breath, stabilize his pulse' former drills bounce inside his head while he works to prepare the security guard for the long way down. 'Gel rounds, less lethal uhuh, less lethal my ass.'

Battletactm: Team: 'Ok, we're good to go. Hop up, looks like this truck got a nice and comfy cabin with your name on it. Anyone of you got the skills it got to drive a truck like this?'
Bastard
05:53:45 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Battletactm: RG: "I'll do it!

The team comes climbing over the snowbank. RG climbs up into the bed and gets her bipod set from some rear security. V climbs into the passenger seat so she can leave her meat body in safety. Relentless climbs in the "hump" seat, though it is actually a pretty wide bench seat, because he doubts he will be accessing any mainframes out there.

Knuckle Duster meets up with Kliko by the truck, "I think I can handle this thing."
Kliko
05:53:48 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

"Good, lets get going and be safe. I will be monitoring this guy over here." Nodding to the security guard on the floor. "Gel rounds really suck when you shoot them in the face." Kliko removes the silencer from his gun and puts the various items neatly away in designated pouches and holster on his load bearing harness. That's right Jonas, these guys mean business...
Bastard
05:54:20 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Green Butte Trail, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 11,900 ft
Approximate Weather Conditions: 32o Fahrenheit, lightly snowing, 32 inches of snow, Wind 10-12 mph E, Wind Chill 22o Fahrenheit

Kliko and Duster lift the unconscious guard into the truck bed, where Bubba grabs him up. Kliko hops in the back, and slaps the back window. Duster takes this as his cue to transform and roll out.

After a couple little slips, skids and slides (not to mention some not so friendly BattleTachTM messages from RG), Duster slows down, somewhat. In less than 10 minutes the truck has hit the Everitt Memorial Highway. While the ride in the back is cold, there are not many complaints.

Duster hits the gas, and its another two minutes or so until he is sliding into the turn to Sand Flats. He is a little less careful heading up the windy snow covered road up to where your vehicles are parked, but the ride is short.

06:11:30 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Sand Flats, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 6,800 ft

Duster pulls the truck into the parking area, steps on the parking brake, and slides the truck into a 180/j-turn/power slide - or something Duster thinks is bad ass. Only the back right tail light comes to rest against another vehicle. He meant to do that.
SneakyJoeKDB
"FOO FOO BOY!" Bubba Growls as the vehicle slides into the other. Bubba notices Jonas still staring at him wide-eyed. Jonas had been starring at him the whole decent and after Duster's little vehicle stunt, Bubba needed some stress relief and a donut. "You luckies we heres Jonas. I was getting hungries and your chicken legs was lookins mighty tasties... you better coughs ups some donuts or I am gonna have mes a chicken legs!" Bubba pulls out a knife and licks it... he then points the knife directly at Jonas. "Nows wheres da donuts?"
Kliko
06:17:46 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Sand Flats, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 6,800 ft

It must have been an eerie sight for poor Jonas riding along in the back. Flat faced next to his injured boss, Bubba giving him menacing looks and Kliko keeping pretty much to himself. Silent... why bother with audio if you can write up text messages on the teams TacNet at the speed of thought?

Kliko's thoughts were already planning miles ahead... 'Team: Leave the comm-units in the truck. If any gone missing I know where to find you. You guys better catch your flight. Bubba, Duster and me will wrap things up around here. We meet back at our rendez-vous in the Bay area, best lay low for the next few days chummers. Have a safe trip.'

Doors slammed shut as the team split up as Relentless, RG ad V head out for the Duinmuir airstrip in their run-down van. Meanwhile Duster and Kliko find a suitable location to park the Lodge's truck somewhere out of sight of the Bronco get away car and wreck the trucks radio with a well-placed kick of Kliko's boots

"Knock-it off Big Boy, the only donuts around are down that road so put the knife away. Help me find some rope or tie-rips and get these two in the truck's cabin. We don't want any wild animals to come by and have them for breakfast right?" '.... you're a beast Bubba.... a BEAST!' <chuckles>
SneakyJoeKDB
"Ahs I was justs having a little funs... and besides these guys usually have some donuts on dem." Bubba smiles at the thought of eating a nice warm donut back in his stink hole. Bubba puts the knife away and ties up Jonas and his boss and moves them to the truck cab carrying one of them in each arm.

"You gonna lives today Jonas, but when you sees the helicopters dont let dem knows we are in its" Bubba grabs his ear as if he is listening to something. "Rogers..." Bubba speaks to Kliko. "We gots to gos. The helicopters will bes at the rendevous in 10 minutes, can we hikes it in times?" Bubba follows Kliko's lead to the Bronco.
Kliko
06:28:13 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Main Road - Sand Flats, Mount Shasta, Approximate Elevation: 6,800 ft

"Copy that Raider Two, ETA to LZ in 10 minutes. Lets get the frag out of here." Gathering their remaining equipment from the truck Kliko says goodbye to Jonas and his unfortunate friend.

They make their way hastily to the Bronco about 300 meters out, undressing the over-whites as they make the walk back. It is not long before they hear the continueous sound of Claxon in distress back from the direction they came from. "Frag that Bubba we're out of here."

Firing up the engine he gives it one loud roar before speeding away across the Everitt Memorial Highway. They still had another hour before they could switch cars in Redding. Just the prospect of cruising down the Interstate in his own car visibly elated Kliko's mood.

06:47:27 Sunday, December 04, 2061 - Interstate 5, Somewhere between mt Shasta and Dunsmuir, Approximate Elevation: 3,100 ft

"Come on Bubba, put some music on, cheer our mood somehwat. Perhaps we're not made to become wyrmfood afterall" 'At least not yet...'
SneakyJoeKDB
"When your rights your rights" Bubba decides to take Kliko's advice and settle down a little. Bubba cranks the heat up and then begins to undress some. First he takes his boots off followed by the socks. A foul odor begins to fill the cab of the Bronco. Kliko's eyes appear to be watering up as he tries to maintain his composure. Bubba then pulls the underwear off his head and tosses it in the back followed by his jacket. Bubba begins to massage his feet, which look like moist giant sausages wrinkled up with green and yellow toe fungus.

"Now that Im relaxeds whats you wants to listen tos? Orcgasms?" Bubba adjusts the radio dial pausing for a few seconds at each station and then flipping to another. After Bubba flips through all the radio channels in this fashion he repeats the process. 'doo da doo da, I like big butts, doo da doo da' Bubba is completley oblivios to how Kliko may be taking his annoying and stinky presence.

This one hour riding with stinky Bubba might be worse then the whole mission they just pulled off.
Kliko
Pulling down the Bronco's side-window Kliko lights up a cigarette, the smelly ones. Guess everbody needs some stress relief at times... that or just something, anything to bear the smell erupting from Bubba's barefeet. "Orcasm is great! you know them? How about Trolling 4 your Mother? You know I had tickets for their gig back at the dome before Jaxx made the call right...
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