Team MODA (Collaborative work) - Convoy mission
While he towed truck Two back to camp, Marcus fiddled with his radio to try and pinpoint the location of the jammer. The momentary quiet was the ideal time to narrow it down a bit from 'inside the camp somewhere'. To his not so great surprise, the signal appeared to come from below. Of course. The whole reason the miners started their uprising was because of the edge that jammer gave them.
Once back in the camp it became clear the head guard was running on the last bit of his patience and highly likely sleep. The man was racist as well given how he referred to the miners, though Marcus could hardly fault him for his grievances under the circumstances. As for Diamond's plan, it had it's merits, but a glance at the mine entrance revealed a bit of a problem.
"Diamond, a good idea but if I see this correctly the mine entrance is even now only barely large enough to supply them with air. Blocking them off will choke them. However we don't need to make a physical barrier. One second." Marcus said and dissappeared back down the hatch. Some soft clanks later he appeared again with a note and pen in hand. Copmletely unhurried he penned down a note in neat, curved handwriting.
The letter read thus:
To: The man/woman in charge
Dear Sir/Madam,
You are currently surrounded by some very upset and very heavily armed people. I, as officer in command of these people, wish to inform you of the following:
There is a radio jammer within the mine you currently occupy. I require that you shut it down as soon as possible. Second, you appear to be somehow in command of a rather large quantity of insects and possibly intend to use them to gnaw off our faces. Call them off.
Should you not comply with these demands then I am forced to fire an incediary explosive at your current hiding place. In case you are not aware of the effects of such a device, not only will it incinerate a large portion of the mine, the resultant inferno will also devour all oxygen inside, thus suffocating anyone that survived the fire. The end result is that everyone inside has a thoroughly unpleasant day.
I shall allow you to get your worst wounded out immediately, and I will personally see to it that they will receive proper medical attention. Leave them by the entrance and we shall pick them up. Furthermore you may send out one (1) messenger, preferably with some form of white flag, in order to send back a reply. An attack with your pet insects is also permitted as a form of response however it will result in your untimely demise as outlined earlier.
Respectfully,
Tm. Ldr. Marcus Goldstein
"Oswald, please go in there and deliver this. Do not take risks, teleport out if you have to." Marcus said. He then turned to the guards.
"There is a chance this can be settled without further bloodshed. I want to take it. However should-"
"What? Wait are you seriously giving those animals a chance to surrender?" Aurellius piped up. Marcus glared at him.
"Haven't you killed enough people today already?" he bit. Aurellius looked at Marcus, then at his minigun, then back to Marcus.
"No?" the suited boy offered. Marcus resisted the urge to slap him and turned back to the guards. Still Aurellius did remind him of the fact most of the guards would not want to show any mercy to those still inside. Rather than try and play hippy, the tanker took another approach.
"Regardless. Our team currently has control over the situation. You can stand down and rest for the moment." he said. He prayed this would work and the guards would just go to sleep or at the very least let his team handle the situation from here on out. Too many had died today already.
"I'll go see if I can get the truck rolling and uncoupled. If we can't get the jammer down, we might have to drive out of it's range to call for help and since the tank is keeping the rebs at bay, we'll need another set of wheels." Diamond noticed, heading for the truck.
She wouldn't give the feeling that has been nagging on her a rest though, so on her way she took a good long look around to see if she could find anything that would suggest a foul play.
"It has a busted drive shaft. It is a clean break though so replacement should be fairly simple, just unbolt it and install a new one. One of the wrecks here should have one that's still good. Those bent wheels are mostly a similar story, looks a lot harder to fix than it is. Just have an angle grinder ready to get rid of really stubborn bolts." Marcus called out. One of the features of the transport trucks was how easy they were to fix. Marcus could do it in his sleep and he doubted Diamond would have much more trouble.
Taking the letter, Oswald took a look around the camp. Moving towards the mine, he made sure to sketch a mental map and take note of how many steps he took. Going too far would leave him without a paddle, so to speak.
As he entered the mine, Oswald felt at least one set of eyes on him. Rather, he assumed that he was being watched. Even with as little faith in the White Fang's capabilities as he had, there was no way he wasn't being watched at this moment.
Stepping forward, he held the note out and spoke, loudly and clearly. "My name is Oswald Connolly of Team MODA. We are from Beacon, and we are here to investigate why this area went dark recently. We've been informed of the situation, and I come bearing our terms. And I warn you. If you spite us, this is what you face."
At that, he placed the note on the ground and disappeared from their sight, appearing outside the mine next to one of the guards.
"It's done, Marcus."
