<<@Team {Crispy} : On it Sarge. Tacdata available now. Access that little flashing dot for vid feeds.>>

High above the compound, a lens swivels and focuses on the SUV below. On ground level, a small round drone rolls over and points at the SUV. Crispy trains the MMG on the SUV and surrounding area while meanwhile his commlink frantically tries to coordinate all of the incoming gigapulses of data. He can feel it growing slightly warm against the small of his back, a sure sign that it's being put through it's paces. Crispy's AR feed is awash in bright, flashing lights indicating statuses and data and notifications. His DNI allows him to mentally select one particular flashing dot, to track any communications coming from the SUV.

<Flashing dot ? flashing dot, flashing... ahhhh there it is>

<<@Team {Hammer} : Ese, is it snowing under that truck ? >>

Hammer can't help himself with the easy shots Crispy keeps feeding him, but "dammit, hahah" he knows he'll pay for it in kind eventually.

<<@Team {Hammer} : Cabron, this feed seems to be stuck on constant replay, is that a Ladies Culo ? I think this shits broken man no wonder I keep forgetting to use it >>

Cold sweat breaks out on Crispy's forehead at Hammerson's comment. He checks the tacnet vid feed and, sure enough, it's Ladies Of Los Angeles.

<<@Team {Crispy} : Uh, try it now. My bad.>>

How his personal collection had become part of the tacnet vid feed, he wasn't sure. He had his suspicions, but he'd have to wait until later to confirm them.

<<@Team {Hammer} : bueno, muy bueno Amigo, You never let me down when it counts Crispy, we have eyes on our Chummers from BRAVO TEAM as yet ? >>

disregard

When Tatjana is finished with her magical recon, she signals the rest of the team, that they should let the SUV enter.

<< @309ECHO [Nova] Not 100% sure, since I didn't meet them yet, but they sure look like they belong to us. They should be let in. I will keep watching the area. >>

The mage is still sustaining the spell, which lets her shift her view to the area in front of the outer gate. Moving outside of the car now, she keeps watch, searching for threats.

After Crispy has recovered from the shock of his personal vid collection somehow being transmitted over the tacnet, he remembers his training.

<< @Team {Crispy} Inner gate opening now.>>

time: 21:26:14

Morales, the boss on the outer gate, radios in "Contractor team heading inside, hombre."

The gate on the external checkpoint begins to clatter open. It takes if a few seconds to move out of the way. Meanwhile, the inner gate begins to open at almost exactly the same moment. The truck and its cargo wait on the gate, while the driver shifts into first gear.

As the outer gate moves, leaving just enough room, the SUV pulls through the narrow opening and drives through the lot, coming up behind the truck just as the inner gate has opened wide enough for the large vehicle to begin pulling forward.

time: 21:26:39

When there are no threats visible in front of the outer gate, where Tatjana currently has her vision focused via her spell, she turns her attention to the inner gate and to the two vehicles approaching it now.

time: 21:26:39

A quick radio message to Morales

"Si, Amigo, send them in okay, you got trouble out there? Sounds like you trying to be a parking attendant out there!"



<<. @TEAM : {Hammer} - HOLD positions senoritas, nice and steady, keep our heads >>

Banark steps in behind the truck as it crawls toward the creaking open gate, the SUV headlights throwing his shadow large onto the tailgate.

Keeping the gate house between him and the gate opposite the compound, purposely unable to see what happens there, entrusting his squadmates to cover it.

<<. @TEAM : {Hammer} - NOVA keep eyes on outside por favor, CRISPY. Amigo, close the gate after the truck, we need to follow protocol even with friends, Si >>

He turns into the path of the approaching vehicle and gives a casual HALT hand signal, slowly stepping backwards with the truck, waiting for the gate to close.

<<. @TEAM : {Hammer} - TONTO TP. . Keep your pretty heads down muchachos, and cover my arse, got it>>

<< @Jaguar {Crispy} Supply truck has arrived inside the camp.>>

Crispy waits until the semi has cleared the inner gate and then pushes the button to activate the door closing.

time: 21:26:54


The trailer has pulled slowly through the gate, and the SUV has inched along behind it, but comes to a halt in front of Hammer. The front driver's side window rolls down, and an elf female sticks her head out. "Oi, mate, we're on your side."

Crispy hits the button inside an the gate begins to rattle closed after the truck has passed through.

The elf throws up her hands in exasperation. "Oh come on! Geez!"

time: 21:26:57

"Buenos Noches Amigos, Hey cool your heels Ese, you boys from 116 FOXTROT that we expecting? you're late, unless you bringing us some tacos instead of the drekkin' rice n' Beans eh?"

Hammer knows his ruse is weak-sauce but it's worth a shot at this point, and it seems that the situation is not as heated as he first expected so tries to be jovial with the returning team, one day the roles might well be reversed.

<< @TEAM {Hammer} : These guys creds check out ? lemme know if you got any itch, Si! >>

Crispy continues to scan for any transmissions coming from the SUV, attempting to find broadcast IDs or hidden nodes. The machine gun's snout is aimed in the general direction of the vehicle, not directly enough to be threatening but close enough that a moment's notice can bring the barrel to bear on the target.

The elf leans her head out the window again and leers at Hammer. "New guys, I bet. Am I right? Am I right?" she turns to the occupants of the vehicle. "It's new guys. I forgot they were coming in. How about that, guard duty on the first day?" She looks back at Hammer. "Oi, chummer. Which barracks did they give you? 17?" laughter can be heard from inside the SUV. The front passenger window comes down and the ork, cradling an assault rifle, peers out.

"Guard Duty ?? Maaaan, I thought I just gots to stand out here and get to talk with pretty Chica's like you princesa ! ..."

Hammer saunters up to the side of the vehicle, and blows a mock kiss at the angry elven driver

"If I'd a known it was guard duty I'd have worn my pretty uniform and grabbed a breath mint, no ... "

<Don't show any weakness to these Loco's Ese, you know the drill, give and take and keep smiling>

talking of breath mints, who's your pretty friend here ?" he points with a wink at the Ork as he winds the window down

"So, you gonna give the new guys a hard time on a fine night like tonight ? when there's music and romance in the air... well .. semi automatic gunfire anyways, No !.. you and me .. later, we Dance! "
He pats his rifle and shakes his hips in a faux Salsa sway.

"An, if Senorita wants to know where the muchacho is bunking down, yous just gotta ask .. comprender !

<<@TEAM {Hammer} O . K . Crispy, we got confirmation these are our boys, hit the switch Amigo, and you got a copy of Robo Death Chickens from Mars booted into your comm ? ... I'm gonna hand you our ass Mofo ! " >>

He leans in in mock conspiratorial manner and whispers overly loudly " I keep it caliente, just for you okay !" and with a laugh backs away ready for the team to open the gate as he waves 309B into camp

<<@Team {Crispy} That's affirmative Sarge. Glad to see you're still willing to get your ass whupped like a man. Tonto, TP, Nova, you're all welcome to join in on the whuppin' later, it'll be good to have some witnesses.>>

Crispy again pushes the button that controls the inner door. He considers using the door to mess with Bravo squad after hearing the laughter coming from the SUV, but decides against it. Later would be better, when it wouldn't be so obvious. Later, after he'd had time to make sure noone had infiltrated his commlink.

He sends out a quick SITREP after opening the door.

<<@Jaguar {Crispy} 309-Bravo returning, entering camp now.>>

Whaddya think Nova? Just another night's work? Nothing I...we couldn't handle. This shit's always so boring. Sit here on our asses all night, playing babysitter.

"Be careful what you wish for, Crispy," Tatjana replies. "Pretty sure, things won't stay like this forever."

<< @Team [Nova] All green from my perspective. >>

Since the situation seems to be non-threatening, she drops her spell and the bit of tension that was there due to not knowing what was going on at first vanishes.

Brian gets up from behind the car and shrugs.

Gah that's even worse when it's real. All that tension and nowhere to put it.

<<@Team {TP} Heh, you guys do the whupping, I'll enjoy a nice cold beer. Local watering serve anything worth drinking, Nova?>>

Hmm, maybe I should call off the Thor shot...

<< @Lancaster {Brian Marks, 309 Echo} [Gate] 309 Bravo got in clean, no hostiles>>

<< @TP [Nova] If you got the Nuyen for it, it does. The Imperial is good. >>

time: 21:27:12


The inner gate rumbles shut, and then Crispy hits the switch again and it opens. The seconds seem to drag by as the chains haul it open.

The ork in the passenger seat asks the closest of the team, "You heard about the snakes in the camp plumbing?" he grins wickedly, and the elf in the driver seat grimaces, "I fuckin' hate snakes."

The gate eventually stands open, and once there is no one standing in the way, the driver hits the gas and the SUV drives into the camp.

The guards on the outer gate have seemingly returned to their card game, and barely look up as a long burst of automatic weapons fire echoes from the south. A few tracer rounds streak through the night sky, but not closeby.

time: 21:28:20

time: 21:38:45

"Awww maldito Crispy, Santa Mierda you are a cheating son of a rabid dog! that is five games in a row Ese!"
Hammer yells up at the watch tower in mock anger
"I'm going back on the gate, it's more fun than this!"
He gets up and grabs his gear heading for the door out of the small guard room,
"Brian, Amigo you're up ... " he throws his thumb back over his shoulder, indicating the rest room..

"unless you mind doing me a pequeño favor? ... " He stops in his tracks with a wry smile on his lips looking over to the other guard house "Hows about you go see what odds Morales is offering on his game huh ? and see if you can find out what's new in local news ? .. up to you though, if you want to get some rest, I'll ask Khote or Tatjana.. although we'll likely never see them again if She goes eh !?" and he chuckles at the thought of any number of large Columbian men being thrown out of windows and doors..

time: 21:38:45

"You're a sore loser Sarge. Not my fault you don't have the smarts that I do for these kinds of games" Turning to Nova, he shrugs "What can I say, when you're the best, you're the best"

time: 21:43:23

Time drags on for Crispy. He fidgets this way and that, uncomfortable with lying still for so long. That bedroll that Nova brought up looks awfully comfortable. Maybe she wouldn't mind sharing...naw, not time for that kind of thing right now. Not yet. Plus he'd just get sleepy afterwards, and the last thing he needed was to be more tired than he already was. Damn he should've taken a nap earlier when he had the chance. He steals another glance at the bedroll. What was this tower made of, ferrocrete? Come to think of it, it probably was. Cold as shit too. His eyelids droop for a second before he snaps alert.

"Say Nova, what about we take shifts watching? Nothing's supposed to happen until oh-one-hundred anyway. How about I sleep for an hour or so, then you wake me and you get an hour. That way we're both fresh when the tanker arrives" Crispy can't help but steal a glance at the warm, comfortable-seeming blanket spread under Nova.

time: 01:11:51

The tanker appears to be running behind schedule when it comes down the access road and pulls up in front of the outer gate. The external folks check it over before sending it in.

Our team similarly checks it over and finds everything to be in order, eventually allowing it into the camp.

The past couple of hours have been mostly quiet. Normal traffic noises, some distant gunfire, but after a few hours of it, even the distant gunfire becomes barely noticeable.

Shift change happens at 07. Just a few more hours.

time: 21:43:30

"Take some rest, if you need it, Crispy. Better to have a rested trigger finger on that gun of yours. I will keep my eyes open. I got some rest earlier and I'm used to staying up for extended periods, so it is no problem for me. If anything happens, I will give you a kick to wake you up!"

She grins at the soldier. But that surely was just meant as a metaphor.

time: 21:43:30


This was welcome news. There was only so much Robot Death Chicken from Mars that he could take, playing against such a woefully inferior opponent. Truthfully, he wondered if he should find a different game, one that the others might be able to have a chance at winning. Well, he could check into that later. Crispy checked in with Hammerson to let him know the resting schedule, checked over the tacnet whether everyone was doing ok, and then settled down gratefully to take a short nap.

time: 01:11:51

Crispy is bleary eyed and still slightly groggy when the tanker appears at the outer gate. He wasn't sure if Nova actually followed through on the kicking, or whether he was having the recurring dream again about being in prison. Either way, he's rubbing his fists against his eyes in an attempt to clear them when the delivery arrives. A quick rush of adrenaline at the possibility of action clears the tiredness up just fine, his hands slightly sweaty on the grip of the MMG as he sights in on the truck. Yet nothing happens, and the adrenaline quickly wears off, leaving the soldier tired as before, if not moreso.

time: 01:11:55

Tatjana takes a look over her shoulder, noticing that Crispy begins to move again, after a few hours.

Looks like he managed to get awake all on his own, no kicking required.

"You didn't miss much. Nothing happened. The tanker just arrived, a little late, but other than that, everything looks good so far."

time: 01:14:47

Hammer leans back against the rough plas-crete building and stretches the muscles in his neck, the soft *crack* of the tendons popping barely audible in the quiet night air.
Looking up into the night sky he tries to place some constellations but it's still foreign,
<is that the huntsman ? the great Dragon ? > he wonders, as he puts the syntharette to his lips and pulls the built in striker.

The acrid sweet smoke hits his natural lungs and he wheezes as the internal cannister registers a toxin and attempts to take control, but he forces the reflex back and savours the taste. then *coughs* involuntarily,
<MIERDA! .. these local tobbak jobs are rough!> He thinks and looks at the small white cylinder between his fingers
Brian snickers quietly at the "Sarge" near choking on a smoke. "Those things'll kill you boss! .. possibly before the Columbians " they both laugh quietly, thinking that's it's probably not gonna be quite that simple

Even from that quietly spoken statement, Khote snorts from inside the bunker, disturbed momentarily as he tries to get comfortable again, while the metal spring bunk squeeks.

Hammer exhales slowly trying not to show the early signs of fatigue, he can feel his Elven eyes drooping slightly and he draws a long breath of fresh night air to try and stave off the tiredness.
"Might go and wake Tonto , i'll grab an hour before dawn Amigo, you good here ? or ya want me to get Crispy down from the penthouse ?"
He uses the syntharette to indicate up at the guard tower where the barrel of Nova's rifle can just be seen protruding from the edge pointing at the opposite exterior gate

It's quieter over there now, the initial excitement of the card game has waned, though a couple of guys quietly play under a flickering lamp and sip some of the local brew.
That's the stuff they try and push into the hands of newcomers, and then laugh hysterically as the poor saps cough and splutter and try and gag the stuff out of their system.
It's about 90% proof and is more commonly used for cleaning engine parts of all the grease and Bogotá'n dirt and dust. <fucking foul stuff> Hammer recollects, the taste suddenly seems back in his mouth and he spits into the dirt reflexively.

As he stretches himself back upright, pushing against the wall and turning to the open doorway, another burst of gunfire goes off in the distance, his hands already at rest on the weapon click the safety and grasp the pistol grip, but he relaxes after a quick check over his shoulder and steps into the darkness within,

"Khote .. .... TONTO !" he half whispers half shouts, as the Amerind stirrs with his booted heels over the end of the bed frame "You're up Ese, this Drek is nearly over man, wake me when that last delivery truck arrives!"

With that he slings the rifle over the end of the bed nearest his head, throws himself onto the bottom bunk and closes his eyes, <Frag the syntharettes.. and the Columbians ... Drekkin' Mosquitos are gonna get me first !>

time: 02:38:09

Headlights turn down the access road leading to Jaguar. From where the team is, they look like a car or SUV and a large or medium truck.

The guys on the external gate wrapped up their card game an hour or so ago, and have been more or less out of sight on the other side of the outer gate. They checked in though at 02 with an all normal.

The two vehicles proceed down the road and then stop at the outer gate. The external wall and guard house obscure the view somewhat, but it looks like a couple of the external security folks are checking out the vehicles.

time: 02:38:41

time: 02:38:09

Heads up Nova and a slight nudge just in case she was sleeping. She had told Crispy something about "astral" something or other, but he wasn't so sure. Sure looked like sleeping to him, including the slight line of drool seeping out onto the bedroll. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't asked to borrow that old thing.

<<@Team {Crispy} : We got what looks like the last delivery of the night inbound. Attempting to verify now. After this, me I'm headin' straight for bed.>>

Crispy once again pulls down his AR windows that indicate his drones, and he sends them commands to visually inspect the new arrivals. Meanwhile he attempts to find some kind of broadcast identification from the vehicles, as well as any hidden nodes. Even after only one night, the routine was starting to set in. He had learned a lot about routine while he was incarcerated. It could kill you with boredom, routine. Or it could save your life.

time: 02:38:41

Tatjana slowly turns to Crispy.

"Yeah, I've seen it. Too bad, this tower isn't in a position from which we can actually see what's going on in front of the gate. But we got other means for that, of course."

time: 02:38:41


After a couple of minutes, a call comes over the com. "Looks good, all clear, amigo."

The outer gate cranks into action and rumbles open.

Once it is clear, the SUV drives in, and the large truck follows.


time: 02:39:09

time: 02:38:41

<<@Team {Crispy} : So what's everybody gonna do when the shift ends? I was tired before, but now I've got my shit-kickers on and I'm ready to go! You drink at all Tonto? Dunno if it gets in the way of any of your religious beliefs or whatever mumbo-jumbo it is. I know TP drinks. Remember that time during training where you said you could out-drink that troll from Gamma company? Don't remember? Yeah, if I had drank as much as you did, I wouldn't remember it either.>>

time: 02:39:09

<<@Team {Crispy} : Somebody wake up Sarge. Last rig of the night, he should be awake, all official-like>>

Crispy's hands tighten down yet again in a familiar way on the MMG, the iron sights lining up with the SUV as he contacts the drone high overhead, it's sensors beaming down constant surveillance data from above. Meanwhile the small iBall drone autonomously rolls towards the inner gate, ready to inspect the undercarriages. Thing's learning on it's own. Cool.

time: 02:39:10

Leaning over towards Crispy, Tatjana says: "Gonna do a quick astral recon, be back in a few."

Tatjana shifts herself in a relaxed position within full cover before leaving her body to enter the astral space.

With the speed of thought, she zips over towards the outer gate, where the vehicles are entering the compound at the moment.

time: 02:39:11

@Nova:


--

In front is the SUV. It's a dark blue color, tinted windows. Not new, but in good condition. The truck follows behind the SUV. Its a large military style truck, not uncommon to see in all kinds of use across Bogotá. Cab for two in the front, large shielded bed in the back. They still call them 'deuce and a half'. The truck has just cleared the gate, and has not yet begun to close.

Crispy's drone overhead shows nothing particularly out of the ordinary, while the drone on the ground rolls toward the vehicles.

time: 02:39:15

It is only a few seconds later, when Tatjana suddenly moves again, speaking to Crispy.

"What did this truck carry again? There are quite a few people there, almost a dozen in total, between the two vehicles. A spirit is also near it, a watcher spirit, nothing serious, but still noteworthy. Going back to take a closer look."

With that her body falls silent once more.

She begins a more thorough sweep this time, assensing as she goes, starting with the Watcher, and then the people in the back of the truck.

time: 02:39:16

The SUV continues across the lot, following the marked lane toward the inner gate. The truck behind it moves more slowly.

--

@Nova

time: 02:39:17

Oh well... looks like the night won't be as calm as it has begun.

Weighing her options, Tatjana heads back to the tower immediately. Better to warn the others, and the guards at the front gate.

<< @Team, Front Gate Team [Nova] Guys, an earth spirit has just appeared near the front gate. Be ready, trouble incoming! 4 guys in the SUV, 6 or 7 in the truck. Mage not identified, yet. >>

"Crispy, be ready, we got trouble here."

Tatjana hits the switch, that activates her chameleon coating, making her body look like it merges with the background. Her gaze is trained on the front gate, where she noticed the earth spirit before.

time: 02:39:17

<< @Camp Jaguar [Security Agent] ALERT: INCOMING MORTAR ROUNDS DETECTED >>



The SUV accelerates around the marked curve and toward the guard house. The truck comes to stop just a few meters into the lot.

time: 02:39:17

<< @Front Gate [Hammer] : Morales ! ....... MORALES ?! .... SITREP Amigo, Rápido >>

The dreams of trees and summer breezes in the hills of Tir don't so much as fade, as they blur into a weird mish mash of the imaginary and the real as Hammer is rudely awoken from a far too brief slumber.

Bits of earth and bark merge into the plas-crete bunker like some ancient and long forgotten structure left to the ravages of time and nature, Then that image is gone and the stark reality hits home and his reflexes kick in

<The Drekk has hit the fan, knew it was too good to be true ...Mierda> the thought flashes ironically as he collects his rifle and peers into the gloom of the bunk room and out into the better lit guard room proper.

The Comm is flashing all sorts of colours and sounds in a variety of channels and languages, mostly stuff you would not repeat to your dearest family interspersed with tactical info, the TacNet blooms in his AR view and he grasps his throbbing forehead to try and aid his brain in taking it all in.

One thing is very and abundantly clear <I guess it's not more rice and beans in this truck!>

<< @Camp Jaguar [Hammer] : ZERO This is Three Zero Niner - Echo, Requesting TacNet overlay... do we have Trajectory on inbound No-LOSS-Mike? >>



"Crispy ?... Crispy Muchacho... coffee... Por Favor"

time: 02:39:17


"Hell yeah!"

With the upcoming action Crispy's autonomic systems kick in, shifting him into an advanced state of awareness of his surroundings. Neurons flicker frantically as signals shoot up and down his spinal column with increasing speed. After the briefest of nanoseconds, a small red readout burns in his imagelink AR the words <<Wired Reflexes Activated>> before fading slowly away. His fingers curl around the trigger guard while his other hand takes a firm grip on the top of the gun to steady it. So many targets, so little time!


Pondering Hammerson's last request, Crispy mentally scratches his head for a millisecond...

time: 02:39:18

There is still time ... Tatjana thinks, since no battle has started, yet, even though she is expecting it to happen any moment. They are probably waiting for the mortar shells to hit home first. ... and we don't know for sure, whether the guys at the front gate can handle that spirit. They might need my help there.

"Going astral again, be right back."

Then she leaves her body once more, in order to check on that spirit and take another look into the truck.

Her own spirit, that is still hovering at her side, gets the order to stay with her and protect her and her allies. Tatjana feels a slight tingle as the magical guard of the spirit extends to herself.

time: 02:39:18


Crispy nods at Nova's comment, keeping his eyes firmly on the scene unfolding in front of him. He doesn't know much about magic but he knows that being alone out there could be very dangerous if an enemy spirit were involved.

<<@Team {Crispy} : Nova's on the astral checking things out. Tonto you able to support her if she needs backup?>>

Meanwhile he traverses the various threads in the web that make up the camp's Matrix and finds just the right node, a small yet significant one located in the front office of the inner gatehouse. With a small mental nudge he switches on the device.

<<@Hammer {Crispy} : Coffee's just started boss. Set it for quickbrew, but I think the action in the yard is gonna get you awake faster than that Mr. Coffee will. What's the play?>>

time: 02:39:20

<<@Team {Hammer} : I want data on inbound munitions, Crispy you are a legend Amigo, I need the Kaf ... keep us dancing out of range ok, Nova, Khote Threat assessment Rapido! is the Earth Spirit manifest ? and for the sake of Santa Maria, FIND ME THAT MAGE !>>

Assured that his team have the furthest threats under control Hammer steps to his usual position near the gatehouse door in the path of the oncoming vehicle but out of sight from the external gate
<Why am I always standing in front of speeding vehicles today?> he asks himself and gestures for the SUV to halt in front of him.
Finger on trigger, safety disengaged he waits for them to react, his contacts dimming the glare of the full beam headlights as they swing onto the last stretch

<<@Team {Hammer} : HOLD your fire! .. let's give them the friendly treatment but if you get a sniff of something ... Clearance for weapons Hot .. comprender? >>

Rocking his chair in the guard booth, Brian is thinking about how to continue the message to his family.

Sit in a plane. Sit in a car. Stand around in front of admin building. Stand around in a parking lot. Sit in a booth. Gee whiz, I know what I'm gonna write what I'm doing: die bored and atrophied. 'cept for that short jog before, I have barely moved in what? 30 hours?

The new arrivals shake him awake, he jumps up, almost toppling over his chair.

As Khote bolts out to cover the SUV and truck, Brian grabs his AR to do the same when the warning reaches their comms.

... and do really stupid things like leave a sturdy building to run around outside while it's raining mortars.

Dashing past Hammer, he exits the guard booth, turns a tight right and heads for a car. A spirit? I don't like the sound of this.

<<@Team {TP} Taking up position <here>. >>

Khote is worried for his companion Nova but sadly cannot see into the astral space. He quickly replies back.
<<@Team {Khote} : Hanhon [translation]No[/translation]. Wakatanka does not show me the spirit world yet. I can only protect in the natural world.>>

Meanwhile, he dashes across the 'road' to position himself against the inner wall of the camp searching for any cover there, but mostly relying on his armor's chameleon coating and his internal combat sense to keep him safe. Briefly looking to the skies for signs of mortars he sends a silent prayer to the Great Spirit before turn his concentration on the oncoming SUV.

time: 02:39:17

In the span of three seconds:

Khote runs west near the base of the inner wall, activating his chameleon suit.
Hammer stands near the guard house and motions for the SUV to stop.
Brian runs north toward a car parked in the lot.
Crispy keeps an eye on things.
Nova turns on her chameleon suit and goes into astral space one more.

The SUV goes into the turn marked in the lot.

The truck has stopped, and people get out of the back, and the passenger seat. They're armed with rifles and at least one shoulder fired rocket launcher.

@Nova


<< @Camp Jaguar [Security Agent] : RESPONSE: Hammer, CALCULATING. >>

time: 02:39:20

time: 02:39:20

"Hello, Rocky, let me send you a little welcome ..." Tatjana says in the astral, not hesitating a moment before she weaves together a spell and hurls it towards the spirit.

Her own spirit patiently waits at her side, ready to protect her when the need arises.

time: 02:39:20

This situation was getting more and more crazy by the second. First the word about a spirit being inside the compound. Then seeing all these guys getting out of the truck with their weapons. This wasn't so strange in and of itself, soldiers with weapons inside the compound was a fairly common occurrence. No, it was seeing strangers with such heavy ordinance at their doors that sent that little electric thrill up Crispy's spine, causing a slight shortness of breath and a tightening of the balls.

A quick message relayed to the iBall drone had it send it's radar waves crashing through the interior of the SUV. Time to see what this net would catch.

time: 02:39:20

Despite the relative coolness of the night, Crispy was bathed in sweat. The trickling in his eyes was nothing compared to the river running down his back. He was tense, tense, too tense. Seeing all those guys get out of the truck with that heavy ordinance made him jumpy jumpy jumpy. Not to mention the impending threat of incoming mortar fire. There was no control over his situation. He needed to exert some control or he'd lose it. His finger caressed the trigger, slipping inside the trigger guard and exerting just the slightest pull. Oh it would be so sweet.

Tonto's quick message about his strange feeling concerning the SUV was the last straw. His autonomous systems acted without him even thinking. There! Danger! Fire! A quick squeeze of the trigger threw forth a stream of explosive rounds straight into the path of the SUV.