Enigmatik

One Fine Moscow Morning [BespeckledCeph vs Irredeemable]

He watched as his oppponent drifted into the side roads. Pfft. Was he so stupid as to think he would follow? Perhaps the side raods were a shortcut, but to him, it wasn't worth it. Instead of taking the bait, he revved his engine and continued, weaving to and fro between traffic. "Fucking ruskie idiot..." Another turn... Dammit, he was understeering. That was the issue with front wheel drives. Luckily though, this wasn't his first rodeo- oh no. Handbrake on again, causing the back wheels to lock in. Then he yanked hard on his wheel, releasing the handbrake as he did so.

Not bad, but he needed to be more careful.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

@CaptainBritton

Assuming those shells are Dragon Breath... No. 1650C magnesium flames are not something you want anywhere near hostages, friendlies, buildings... Really anywhere. Plus, apparently they have a tendency of gunking up the barrel.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

@Daglobster

Just following up on Sel, but SPAS weapons are barely allowed in the US. If this was an Italian S-SWAT group, then maybe, but I'd recommend going with another shotgun. *Cough*.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Rebrer raised an eyebrow. Perhaps a less direct way of going about things would be prudent here. Whilst he had found half-orcs to be everything from ruthless killers to happy-go-lucky morons, he had a feeling that she was somewhere inbetween. Not that that mattered. Questions needed to be answered, and he doubted he was getting answers from the other folk in the party. "Name's Rebrer." He held a hand out, keeping his hood up. He had found that when undercover, you told as few lies as you need to. Fewer lies you told, fewer lies you needed to remember. Fewer lies you needed to remember, fewer lies you had to forget, and forgetting a lie could be very bad. Besides, people didn't react to other names as quick as they did the one they had been born with.

"How'd you get the prisoner?"

@Lucius Cypher

One Fine Moscow Morning [BespeckledCeph vs Irredeemable]

He growled as his opponent shot ahead. Alright, no messing around. He put pedal to the metal and the engine roared in response, weaving through traffic like it wasn't even there. Unfortunately for the VW, it was hard to really compete with close to one and a half grand of American built muscle car. It was noisy and guzzled fuel like beer, but dammit if moments like this weren't worth the hassle.

He slammed down hard on the horn as another driver almost got himself killed, before pulling closer and closer to the VW. Facing his opponent again, and without taking his eyes off the road, he reached forward and adjusted the radio. As if to challenge the hardbass, his own music blared out- Classic Rock.

"I'M ON THE HIIIGHWAY TO HELL!" And with that, one single finger was raised.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Well, he wasn't getting anything out of the pirate. He was babbling nonsense about Tiamat, and whilst he was one hundred percent sure he was talking nothing but pure distilled horseshit, he wasn't going to call him out on it. No, instead he would need to work out which one of these fine, lying-through-their-teeth-fellows would be the one most liable to actually give him what he needed information-wise. And, now that he looked at them... This was going to be easier said than done.

SERIOUSLY?

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S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

CS

Andrew Henderson

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[24][Duststorm][M]

[5’11” 157lbs]

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General Appearance:

• Knife scar on left thigh.
  [*}Tattoo of Thresher shark on left bicep.
• Military tattoo on right bicep.
• Half-sleeve on right forearm.

Andrew eschews the normal headwear that SWAT traditionally wear. Instead, he wears a black beanie and a black ballistic mask. The rest is standard.

Psych Evaluation:
Alexander is a fairly quiet man, only really loosening up if he gets enough alcohol in him. He’s cheerful enough however- a smile on his face most of the time. Like most members of the S-SWAT team, when on the job he is quick and professional, even if his job is perhaps a little less honourable than that of his colleagues.

History:
Alexander was slap bang in the middle of the class for most of his life. He did reasonably well at sports, but was invisible in academia, never getting any sort of attention, good or bad. Feeling disregarded and ignored, he joined the army as soon as he could, then taking the 61 day combat course at Ranger School. Joining the 5th Rangers, he served for four years, leaving the military for reasons he kept private.

He migrated to New Hampshire to go somewhere out of the way, but found a deskbound security job too tiresome for him. Getting a recommendation from his old Squad Leader, he applied to the police force, and rose through the ranks to S-SWAT rapidly.

Gear CS

ROLE

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Loadout 1:

Primary: Bernelli ‘Super 90’ M3
Ammunition: Silver buckshot
Secondary: Custom made Smith and Wesson Model 29. Stainless steel with glare-reducing matte black finish. Ergonomic fibreglass and rubber grip, weighted barrel to reduce recoil. No barrel-cylinder gap and custom-made silencer. 6”5 ported barrel, and grooved cylinder.
Ammunition: Silver .44 FMJ rounds.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: Grappling hook and rappel kit, lockpicking set.
Gadget 2: Spy camera
Armour: Bandit
S.T.A.K.E: Matte black finish tomahawk

Loadout 2:

Primary: Heckler and Koch MP7. Silenced.
Ammunition: Silver hollowpoint rounds.
Secondary: See above.
Ammunition: See above.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: See above
Gadget 2: Smoke grenades
Armour: See above
S.T.A.K.E: See above

Loadout 3:

Primary: Sig Saur MPX. Silenced.
Ammunition: Silver hollowpoint rounds.
Secondary: See above.
Ammunition: See above.
Gadget 1/Assault Specialist Equipment: Infiltration Kit: See above
Gadget 2: Tear gas
Armour: See above
S.T.A.K.E: See above

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS RESPONSIBILITY.

I MAY GO MAD WITH POWER.
AHAHAHAH.

S-SWAT- Doorkicking, Demons and Drugs Busts

I have been pressured into joining. I am here.

One Fine Moscow Morning [BespeckledCeph vs Irredeemable]

The two cars shot off. Whilst at straight speed, he doubted the VW could match him, corners and congestion would be what could really trip him up. He had been practising his drifts, but even so... Never knew how things could go. Within thirty seconds they had merged with civilian traffic, and that was when the fun really started. He threw the wheel to one side, and then the other. The car was in front wheel drive, so the back end skidded out a little bit, allowing him to clear the nose of the first car he was overtaking. The nitro he had pumped in was leaving his engines, the speed he had gotten from the oxidisation wearing off- speedo creeping down ever so slightly.

Handbrake turn, onto Red Square. His wheels squealed and he spared a look up at the sights, before flashing a glance in his mirror. Where was his opponent...?