Three Blind Mice - Closed (Mirage, Rook, ZZ, ???)
Oct 8, 2014 10:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 10:52:17 GMT -5
The fog was beginning to sink, but a damp, ozone-laden feeling clung to the air in its passing. Within the bed visibility was still something of a joke and everything was covered in the finest layer of dew. For a moment Rook found himself having to squelch a bout of paranoia that did not want him to transform. He didn't have near enough intel about the site, or who might have set it up. The fact it looked abandoned didn't mean it was, and the worst of it was that he didn't know what he was bringing the other two spooks into. It could be nothing; it could be Cons.
It could be MECH. Oh, what data they could get, if it were that nebulous enemy...
He was not made for leading. He was not made for company, and that was sad commentary indeed, but true all the same. Still, the anomaly had to be checked, it was being checked; no one was to go anywhere alone and he was in solid company. Rook transformed, ending up in a crouch.
Mirage's commentary was neatly filed away under the folder Rook was mentally drawing up for each of the mechs with him, and he gave the senior spook a brief, faintly amused glance. Zoom-Zoom's question was far more related to the business at hand.
::Sometimes, not often. They like it out here, away from... legalities, but ofttimes they don't get to come back. These are the coordinates, though.
He had to make an effort. He would have cased the area, checked the trailer wrecks, and gone from there. Then again, it was entirely possible that if this were more than a lark and spur-of-the-moment trip, he'd have come to the place with proper intel.
Ah, well, if wishes were cubes...
::We, ah... He was aware he sounded absurdly tentative, but he couldn't really shake it away. We need to check the wrecks and run a perimeter, so who wants the easy job? If there's something to be found, it'll leave telltales somewhere. Unless one of you can fine-track the communication waves?::
It could be MECH. Oh, what data they could get, if it were that nebulous enemy...
He was not made for leading. He was not made for company, and that was sad commentary indeed, but true all the same. Still, the anomaly had to be checked, it was being checked; no one was to go anywhere alone and he was in solid company. Rook transformed, ending up in a crouch.
Mirage's commentary was neatly filed away under the folder Rook was mentally drawing up for each of the mechs with him, and he gave the senior spook a brief, faintly amused glance. Zoom-Zoom's question was far more related to the business at hand.
::Sometimes, not often. They like it out here, away from... legalities, but ofttimes they don't get to come back. These are the coordinates, though.
He had to make an effort. He would have cased the area, checked the trailer wrecks, and gone from there. Then again, it was entirely possible that if this were more than a lark and spur-of-the-moment trip, he'd have come to the place with proper intel.
Ah, well, if wishes were cubes...
::We, ah... He was aware he sounded absurdly tentative, but he couldn't really shake it away. We need to check the wrecks and run a perimeter, so who wants the easy job? If there's something to be found, it'll leave telltales somewhere. Unless one of you can fine-track the communication waves?::