Extrication

[Carthrat]

"Hey, thanks, man," says Tom. "Means alot to me. Got some paper and stuff?"

[Ebiris]

"I'm not really much of a fighter," Daniel admits, "But I guess I can handle myself - I did okay both times we had to take on those Men in Black.

"Honestly, I'm more interested in figuring out this sixth sense than new and exciting ways to render people unconscious."

[Brian]

Walker finds the small office inside the warehouse, and retrieves paper, pens, and envelopes.

"That's not a bad idea," Sterling says to Daniel.  "If you've got a sense that tells you when not to be somewhere ... that might be even better than knowing how to fight."

[Ebiris]

"Yeah," Daniel nods, "Better to just avoid trouble entirely than fight past it. Just wish I had an idea of how to refine it. I guess it's been reliable enough in telling me when the shit is about to hit the fan, but it seems to be at fairly short notice."

[Brian]

"It's really hard trying to figure out how your ability works, at first," Carlos offers.  "But it's been so different for all of us, that I doubt we can offer much advice."

[Ebiris]

"I guess it's only been a day or so," Daniel admits. "Hopefully with time things'll become clearer."

[Carthrat]

"Hell yeah. Heck, just knowing what to expect would give us an edge," comments Tom, taking the paper and pen. Musing, he starts to write..

Hey, guys. Just want to let you know that I'm ok. I don't know if anyone has told you anything, but whatever it is.. let's just say it's not the whole picture.

For security reasons, I can't tell you where I am or what I'm doing. I won't lie to you; whatever I end up doing from now on, it's likely to be dangerous. But make sure of this: Any crime that I might be reported committing, any sort of 'terrorist' crap I might be accused of, just remember that it's not real. Heck, with any luck, you won't have a clue what I'm talking about.

I'd love to try and stay in contact, but this is probably the last you'll hear from me in ages. Avoid strange men wearing black suits, and it's probably in your intrest to be somewhat paranoid, at least for the next few weeks.

Whatever you do, don't go to the police about me or anyone else. And if anyone asks, you didn't recieve this letter.

The writing done, Tom seals the thing in an envelope and writes his address on the front. "I'm done," he comments.

[Brian]

Ryan nods.  "Where do you live?" he asks, evidently preparing to send the envelope there.

[Carthrat]

"Far away from my parents," replies Carthrat, nodding. "They live on 13 Burke Rd, Camberwell. It's roughly in that direction."

[Brian]

Ryan looks the direction pointed.  After a few seconds, his eyes go blank for a while, and then the envelope vanishes into darkness.  Ryan blinks, his eyes back to normal, and nods.  "Okay," he says.

Sterling claps his hands together, and then rubs them together.  "Excelent," he says evenly.  "And now we shall discuss what our future plans are."

"We're going after Mark and Wallace," Walker says abruptly, nodding at Sterling.

Sterling cocks his head to one side and looks at Walker askance.  Walker sniffs, and raises his chin, looking down at Sterling.  Jim coughs quietly, and says, "Thank you, ladies.  Now.  The question is what we will do once we leave here.  Apparently, there is marked support for 'Operation: Get Our Fucking Allies', and thusly, the majority of us will be doing this thing anyway."

At this, Sterling charges into Walker, who grabs the rushing man in a bear-hug.  Once pinned, Sterling levers one shoulder free from Walker's grip, and throws a punch into Walker's stomach.  The burly man grunts, and in return knees Sterling's pelvis with as much force as he can before the two fall over, and grapple each other to a standstill.  Once this is achieved, both men spontaneously burst into laughter and pound eachother on the back.

After a few seconds of this, Walker shoves Sterling off of him and says, "Ew!"  This causes Sterling to laugh even harder, and Walker shoots him a dirty look before going after another sandwich.

"Then to find Mark and Wallace it is," Jim concludes, sitting on one of the Lay-Z-Boy chairs, and then reclining.  "It's good to be a team.'

[Carthrat]

"So, where do we start?" asks Tom, brightly.

[Ebiris]

"Well, like the man said, we're going to find their buddy at 4am, so we might as well kill time for now and have an early night before we leave?" Daniel shrugs.

Of course, having a Gamecube or something to help with the killing of time would make this plan a lot less dull.

[Brian]

"Okay," Sterling says, nodding decisively.  "Then until such time as we shall need to leave, we will either train, or game.  I'm running a Mage: the Ascension campaign.  Who wants in?"

[Ebiris]

Daniel vaguely recalls hearing absolutely horrible things about Mage: the Ascension in the past. "I'll just watch," he offers politely. "I've never played Mage, so it'll save you having to explain all the rules and stuff."

[Halbarad]

"Don't look at me," Hal says. "My only experience with White Wolf was visiting a really bad Cam LARP about five years ago. I learned my lesson then."