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Started by Brian, February 04, 2004, 03:41:18 PM

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Brian

You see that the blinds are partially opened.  From what you can see, the room adjacent to Parthipan's is empty.  Which stands to reason, as there was no guard in front of it.  The next room over has one of the terrorists, and there is a guard in a chair by the door to the hallway, though he doesn't look up at you, instead browsing a magazine.

The terrorist is cuffed to the footrail of his bed by his ankle.

He looks like a guard is unnecessary, though, as he's on an awful lot of life-support.

Next room over is the Box-Cutter Kid, who's on a morphine drip (or maybe antibiotics, or maybe it's just decoration, none of you actually know) and is cuffed to the footrail of his own bed.  The guard inside his room is actually vanishing into the bathroom as you peek in, while BCK is staring at the cieling moodily.
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~exploding tag~

Huitzil

After conferring with the Drac, Huitzil speaks up again.

<Okay. I have a plan. But we're going to need to get a pair of cuffs off of one of those guards to do it.>

<If we just go down the fire escape, they'll catch him, because they're probably expecting it. Let's take advantage of that. What we do, is we get one of those pairs of cuffs. We slap it on Dr. Swarthy's bed here and leave the other end open. Then, the next time the guard either leaves the room or goes to take a piss, we go in via the balcony to barricade or lock both of the doors. Then, we wheel the beds out on the balcony and swap them. This bed ends up in his room, with an opened handcuff hanging off of it. We leave the balcony door open in his room. Meanwhile, his bed is in here. We swing him under it, where the bedpan goes and drape the blankets over it so as to cover him up, and cover up the cuff on the bed-rail. Then we put Parthipan back on the bed like it was his all along.>

<Switching the beds probably will take one or two minutes, which is abotu all we'll get before someone breaks down one of the doors. We won't have the time to get him out of the cuffs. But if we let them think that he's ALREADY out of them, and have themlooking on the ground, and outside of the hospital... we can wait for a while, wheel this bed out somewhere to "take him for some tests", then get in some janitorial closet somewhere where we can take our sweet time getting him free.>
ee the turtle, ain't he keen?
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Dracos

~Um, no.  I think not.  Patience.~

Dracos idly glanced about for security cameras, looking in the usual places for them.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

There are no cameras you can see.

But there is a security guard, even if he's in the bathroom for the moment.
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Dracos

Dracos glances down the fire escape.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

From where you are, you can see it, and you can see the signs that say it's an emergency exit.  However, the entire thing is still surrounded by the grills that are concealing you from being seen by outsiders, so seeing 'down' it is difficult without getting closer.

Getting closer reveals that it's concrete, has wide, shallow steps, and there is an elevator inside the square-shaped stairwell.  There is no obvious bar or barrier to break through and set off an alarm.  It looks like you could actually walk all the way to the ground from here.
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Brian

In addition, it feels to Philip like someone else just popped into his head.  This mind seems familiar....
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Dracos

~Just as an idle guess, you probably want to do the decency of announcing yourself first, instead of convincing me a plane trip out of here is the nicest action.~

Dracos idly glanced over the balcony, looking out at whatever scenary is out there.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

I didn't actually expect this to work, Bjorn writes.  Give me a break, I've been doing this for all of two minutes or so.

Dracos

~Well, that wasn't who I thought... Sorry, Bjorn.  So...when did you learn intercontinental brain scanning?~

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

I just told you, two minutes ago.  It's not actually full telepathy, though.  I can't read your thoughts.  If I try, I can see out your eyes, but other than that, all I can do is talk to you.  I'm a little surprised at my range, though.  

The Workshop refugees are with us.  Nathan's busy right now setting up their Oracular contact, and then we'll need to move on to the next step.  What's your status?

Dracos

~  We're currently in the hospital.  Gin got hurt on the terrorist stunt, and hasn't recovered yet.  We're trying to get out of here as quickly as possible as Huitz left the phone on after sending a message to you guys and they traced it at least somewhat to this area.  Any chance you can check with the oracle and see if she can leave a fake trail of us staying here?  Anyhow, on top of that, Huitzil had a dream of the japanese meta who'd been helping the terrorists out and is gung ho about rescuing the little fuck.  I'm currently trying to keep an open mind to this insanity.~

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

You made international news after foiling a Cabal terrorist activity.  They knew where you were before Paul left the cellphone on.  I wouldn't suggest rushing anywhere without a plan -- right now, you have the safety of the fact that everyone's eyes are on you.  

I'll check with Nathan, but don't hold your breath.  The Oracle seems to be pretty limited in terms of what she can accomplish.  Besides, a fake trail of "you staying there" isn't going to do much good when everyone knows your face, and knows you aren't around anymore.

As for the Japanese guy... well, this whole deal is about dreams, it seems to me.  Tell me as much as you can, and I'll find out what the Oracle thinks.

Dracos

~As far as I know, until this morning they didn't have any fair amount of confirmation that we were here.  Now they certainly do.  Regardless, the situation of having everyone's eyes on us is the same when we land in Gibraltar.  If we suddenly vanished there, it would have just as many problems.  But this would become less as time proceeds while there would a greater probability of them getting just a clean and patient trap setup in preparation for us.~

~As far as the Japanese guy goes, Huitz had a dream that he was running through a hallway with doors along side of it.  He took a weird key and opened a door and found himself facing a rival of his with a huge chessboard.    He saw a lot of pieces of different colors, and decided to move one of the red ones that looked like the japanese kid.  He then found himself talking with the kid and agreed to save him for some reason.  That's about what I got of it.~

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Bjorn

Remember that Gibraltar is specifically dangerous.  We decided to split up on the basis that the Cabal wouldn't know we were coming.  The fact that they caught you on a plane to Gibraltar is proof positive that we're wrong on that count.  If they have a trap set up anywhere already, it'll be in Gibraltar.  Nathan and I won't be far behind.  It might be best to wait until we can all head into the lion's den together.

Anyways, I'll check with the Oracle about Paul's dream.  What's the good of having a spirit guide if we don't use it, right?