10-28-2014, 01:24 PM
She was seriously impressed but of course she didn't show it. Not her style. "Nice Ricky. Let's get some of these explosives out and check them to make sure they work. Radio-detonators too."
She went from box to box, pointing at things they'd need. She wouldn't say, but she was just as glad to use his stuff. Being a safe-house, he'd be able req replacements more easily than she would anyway. "Umm...let's take a couple automatics each. Load up on magazines too. We'll bring a first aid kit for each of us, though honestly, I'm not sure we'll need them. Very likely it's gonna be ugly."
She stopped and looked at him. "You ever seen a roug nest skippy? If you haven't prepare yourself. You know about rougs. But it's still something to see them in action."
Her voice got quieter. "Or to see the after math."
She shook away the memory of her mom's mangled brutalized corpse. Her father's too, though at the time Regan had told her it had been a bear, trying to spare her. And then he had been killed by Rougs but she never saw his body at these times. She'd killed those rougs before they'd had time to feast. A tight smile pulled at her face and she felt a snarl in her throat. Oh yeah, she'd made them pay, that's for sure. That was the night she had been reborn. The terror in their eyes had been sweet and she savored that memory.
She looked at a few of Enrique's swords and daggers but they never really were an option. Her trusty long heavy-bladed knife had been by her side since she'd taken if off of Regan. It had been her companion and tool in all the years since then. She'd use it then. She hoped that she'd have a bit of fun too, on her own. The look on their faces as fear and realization hit them was always the best part.
They spent the next hour going over the equipment, making sure the guns were clean and worked, the explosives' diagnostics came up green, the radio detonator comms worked, they and the headsets were all charged up.
The next hour was spent on their plan of attack, though Ricky seemed to get a bit bored. She ignored his comments and went over everything with a fine toothed-comb. You always had to plan even if you knew that chaos was going to reign once you stared. Information was a weapon every much as your gun or knife and she didn't care if he got pissy. They went over entry points into the convent. Satellite imaging showed them as much as it could, as did online plans, and they had uploaded them, as well as a number of nest location possibilities marked out, to the land-warriors that Ricky had- excellent black-market score, that.
By the time they were done, her beer glass had dried out and she was getting hungry. She hadn't eaten since this morning. It would be good to go over things again, but not tonight. Tomorrow. It would give her mind time to relax and think about it in the background. It was like with the traffic videos, or when she was examining a crime scene or when she was stalking something on the ground. Gradually, she developed an intuition about patterns or the lack of them and eventually she could see things that she didn't at first. In this case, she needed time to let their plan gestate. Almost always she came up with some ideas or potential flaws that she hadn't thought of the first time. Gave it time to gel in her mind.
"Alright Ricky. We can do this again tomorrow afternoon. Let's go get some food and another beer or three."
They went up the stairs and he opened the door and the loud sound of music and people talking and laughing and of glasses and dishes and forks and knives clinking suddenly washed over them. The smell of food too and her stomach rumbled. She made her way to the bar and sat down to order some food.
She went from box to box, pointing at things they'd need. She wouldn't say, but she was just as glad to use his stuff. Being a safe-house, he'd be able req replacements more easily than she would anyway. "Umm...let's take a couple automatics each. Load up on magazines too. We'll bring a first aid kit for each of us, though honestly, I'm not sure we'll need them. Very likely it's gonna be ugly."
She stopped and looked at him. "You ever seen a roug nest skippy? If you haven't prepare yourself. You know about rougs. But it's still something to see them in action."
Her voice got quieter. "Or to see the after math."
She shook away the memory of her mom's mangled brutalized corpse. Her father's too, though at the time Regan had told her it had been a bear, trying to spare her. And then he had been killed by Rougs but she never saw his body at these times. She'd killed those rougs before they'd had time to feast. A tight smile pulled at her face and she felt a snarl in her throat. Oh yeah, she'd made them pay, that's for sure. That was the night she had been reborn. The terror in their eyes had been sweet and she savored that memory.
She looked at a few of Enrique's swords and daggers but they never really were an option. Her trusty long heavy-bladed knife had been by her side since she'd taken if off of Regan. It had been her companion and tool in all the years since then. She'd use it then. She hoped that she'd have a bit of fun too, on her own. The look on their faces as fear and realization hit them was always the best part.
They spent the next hour going over the equipment, making sure the guns were clean and worked, the explosives' diagnostics came up green, the radio detonator comms worked, they and the headsets were all charged up.
The next hour was spent on their plan of attack, though Ricky seemed to get a bit bored. She ignored his comments and went over everything with a fine toothed-comb. You always had to plan even if you knew that chaos was going to reign once you stared. Information was a weapon every much as your gun or knife and she didn't care if he got pissy. They went over entry points into the convent. Satellite imaging showed them as much as it could, as did online plans, and they had uploaded them, as well as a number of nest location possibilities marked out, to the land-warriors that Ricky had- excellent black-market score, that.
By the time they were done, her beer glass had dried out and she was getting hungry. She hadn't eaten since this morning. It would be good to go over things again, but not tonight. Tomorrow. It would give her mind time to relax and think about it in the background. It was like with the traffic videos, or when she was examining a crime scene or when she was stalking something on the ground. Gradually, she developed an intuition about patterns or the lack of them and eventually she could see things that she didn't at first. In this case, she needed time to let their plan gestate. Almost always she came up with some ideas or potential flaws that she hadn't thought of the first time. Gave it time to gel in her mind.
"Alright Ricky. We can do this again tomorrow afternoon. Let's go get some food and another beer or three."
They went up the stairs and he opened the door and the loud sound of music and people talking and laughing and of glasses and dishes and forks and knives clinking suddenly washed over them. The smell of food too and her stomach rumbled. She made her way to the bar and sat down to order some food.