BigPapaBelial

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I'll have a little bit of time here tomorrow to get a post in just give me abit.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Eric had about half his semi-juggernaut armor painted in partial CUEPAT or Canadian Urban Environment Camo Pattern. It was good enough in the situation they are in. His partner had a weapon that shit bullets. Eric had come in with something a little more precise and robust as it were. A C7CT rifle, long barrel, with an Aimpoint CompM4 reflex sight and a 2.5x scope that he can flip off to the side for slightly longer engagements. He is looking through the flipped up scope and down into the mill yard as his partner speaks, "Ideas? Getting a few." He taps his finger on the side of his rifle. Slowly lowering it. He gets down beside his friend and partner, "I see 3 easy paths and 2 tough ones. Easy path one, through the forest down through the water, and up the side of the bank, make our way through the mill workings. Easy Path two, we take the back flank, from this angle I can't tell but it looks like there is a pair that pass the rear area on a lazy patrol. We can dart through when they aren't near and be inside. Easy path three is right through the front, between the two of us we can have the guards there taken out quick and clean, no muss little fuss." He nods, "If you wanna get dirty. There are two other ways."

Eric took a moment to move abit getting on the other side of his partner, "Alright check this out. 1100, low near the water line. See it? A drainage pipe. Probably sewage but if you want to get dirty it likely leads into the compound. Has to be a maintenance tunnel in there somewhere that we can squeeze out of. Second dirty path in. Alright back up 0200." He pointed. "See the ridge up there? We have repel lines don't we? There is almost no cover up there. But we can get up repel down and be right next to the fence in. Cut the fence, make our way in. There's a massive chance of a fire fight though. So it all depends on just how daring you feel." He hiked his rifle up again, eyeing the compound below through the scope again, "I'd foot for one of the easier routes. Through the rear or, through the water and over the fence. A frontal assault would be interesting. But we don't know how many others are down there you know?" He lowered the rifle carefully, looking to Markus, "What do you say? Safe or daring?"

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I need to finish off my character too. Figure it all out.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

okay yeah I got it wrong then. I'll rewrite my post here in abit. I'm hip deep in a game of RTK13...just give me a second

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I'm not sure now. I may have gotten it wrong. Let me reread somethings.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Okay sorry it took so long, and sorry for the lack lustre post. But I'm here finally!

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Outside the Dark Bear

A Silver and black Merecedes-Benz 320A rolled up to the front door of the brauhaus. The SS intelligence officer, a tall and severe looking man in the SS uniform, who gets out looks around and sighs, "Cold...quite cold. Fascinating though." he signals to the private in the car to go and park nearby before taking his time off for now. This is Martin North, AKA Uwe Graf, Nazi Intelligence officer by day, Canadian Deep Cover counter intelligence by night. He adjusts his great coat then heads into the building.

Fashionably late as it were. He looks about the bottom floor, his eyes running over the people. He didn't want to admit it, but there had been rumours something was going to happen here. The intelligence wasn't clear, and they hadn't really done anything about it in his department at Abwehr so he wasn't going to call attention to anything. Either way he had been invited to the birthday party happening on the second floor. And he intended to be there. No one would notice the long bladed single handed combat knife hidden in the back of his trousers he figured. Just in case after all.

He walked across the bottom floor, handing his coat and hat to a waitress who came to check on him, "Hide these in the very back of the coat room please Fräulein. Well out of the way of anyone else who is here for the party please." After saying that he assumes a kind of half smile. Walking up and saluting the gathered officers of the Schutzstaffel gathered for the party. He appropriates a tankard of beer, sharing a toast and a drink with the man of the hour, "Herr Lausitz, an honor to be invited to your birthday party. Immensely so indeed. Thank you. And many more years to come yes? Heil the Third Reich, Heil Hitler and of course great honor and long life to Herr Laustiz." He raised his tankard as the other attendees joined him in the toast.

As the conversations restarted he made a round of the guests, greeting majors, colonels, and noted captains. Handshakes and salutes, smiles and words of greeting. When he felt he had made enough of an impression he drifted to the rear of the party. Then when he felt he wouldn't be missed he made his way carefully up the stairs, and into the upper floor of the brauhaus. When he got up there he rubbed a cheek and put the barely touched tankard of beer on a ledge, "It tastes like swill. I'm not sure how they can drink it. What is going on here exactly?" He looked to the Italian, then to the others gathered in the room already, his german accent fading rather quickly as he broke character, "Canadian intelligence tells me they need me in some random place and some random time and to be there as soon as I can. What's going on? And why are we meeting here of all places while there's an SS party going on down there?" The Canadian accent that appears in his voice is much differant from the harsh edged German accent he was speaking moments ago.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Oh right knew I was forgetting something!

EDIT

OKay I think I need to rethink my character. Because I can't for the life of me figure out a reason why a deep cover agent would go and meet up with people he's never met before in a bar he has no reason to be in.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Holy shit I had honestly forgotten about this RP. I'm sorry. I hope this post makes up for it!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan bit his lower lip, working like a fiend. His fingers flew across the keyboard. Code scrolling up in a mad almost hypnotic fashion up one of the monitors. He murmured as he worked, “Slash x…Marty worm…there you go…keep it cool…and I’m on the grid…bounce it to Bejing, then to Mumbai…there they’ll never trace us…come on…there’s the drone…oh shit…yeah…okay….wait…signal back and…” He hit a key and the controller the man held in the plaza went nuts, it wasn’t a burn out. Drevan couldn’t do that without a direct connection and the man is working wirelessly. But that didn’t mean he could make it a hell of a thing to work with.

But Drevan watched as the drone rammed into the side of the building and everything went up in flames. He slammed his fist down hammer style on the edge of his work desk, “Fuck I wasn’t fast enough.” He spun and quickly got to work, “Liberty. I have a way out for you coming. Head upstairs. Two levels, then make for the southwest corner of the building. Away from the explosion site. Don’t go to the lifts. I’m already seeing fire traveling up and down the shafts. And atleast one car has slipped it’s cables. Climb, and stay out of the smoke.”

He quickly got back to his hack. Having taken control of a remote control crane from across the street that was being used to create another building. He growled, “Who the fuck puts Intrusion Counter Measures on a crane…” He reached over, using the touch feature on one of the monitors to highlight a few programs on that particular monitor then drag them over to the one he’s working the crane on. It almost looks like he’s conducting a symphony there for a moment as his fingers are flying his arms and hands moving. He sticks his tongue out of one side of his mouth as he gets the programs going briefly a graphic coming up on the screen that looks like some knights are fighting a dragon. Then in big blue letters on one of the central screens comes up with, “Access Granted!”
Drevan clapped his hands and grinned, “Got it. Libby, 1 minute!” He directed the crane to swing, almost wrecking ball the empty concrete carrying bucket into the side of the building, bashing open a window, “Get there Libby. Once you’re in let me know and I’ll get you out of there.”