Saturday, early afternoon: A small strike team heads for Connor's office

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka, Callisto, and Rogue make for Connor's office. They're alone, light on their feet, and heavily armed.







[OOC: this is an open thread, and anyone is welcome.]

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[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue walks along beside Beka and Callisto, keeping a careful eye out for anything odd. "So, we think last night was...the first wave?" she asks, thought she doesn't stop scanning the room.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Callisto nods, eyeing the hallway for something to attack. "Nothing else makes sense."

They'd talked about this last night on the bathroom run, so Beka picks up where Callisto left off. "They knew where we were. Didn't come in force to kill us. They're testing us."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess." She gives the other two a lopsided, humorless grin. "I didn't think zombies were that smart."

Still watching the halls as the move, Rogue says, "You know, I can handle police, and mutants, even the freakin' army, but this? This is way outside even MY experience."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I don't think they're on their own. Zombies don't just show up." Beka has a (canon) fondness for horror stories. They never do just "show up". "There's always someone behind them."

Abruptly, she stops. Cocks her head. Shakes it. "Thought I heard something. Where is Connor's office?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue stops too, holding her hand up to quiet the others. "Yeah, I definitely hear something. Someone--or somethin', I can't tell--is walkin' toward us." She looks at the other two. "Not that I'm against fightin', or anything, but maybe we should move out, save our ammo for later?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Good plan. Let's head."

Callisto looks like she'd rather fight, but Beka puts a hand on her arm. "Take the rear. If they come, you can be first, and we'll waste a lot less ammo."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*grins manically*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

The three girls hurry down the hall, looking for Connor's office. "I wonder if Pheebs is still in the weapons locker?" Rogue asks. "And if there's anything left, really."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Doubt it. But... of course. Firing range." She grins at Rogue and Callisto. "The one place we haven't been yet. Let's go!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

After Aeryn's shoot-in, would there be any left?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I would think. Aeryn's not fool enough to use all of our ammo and leave us defenseless.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue pauses, agreeing with Beka that it's probably the best bet. "You know, to be quite honest, I haven't been to firing range since I got to school, so I'm not really sure where it is. I was hoping I wouldn't need that skill around here." She shrugs. "I'm going to have to work on that if--when we all make it out of this alive."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka motions over her head and back the way they came. "This way. We'll make it out fine. That's what people like us do. Make it to tomorrow."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"We'd better make it 'til parent's weekend at least. Logan's never gonna believe I can take care of myself otherwise." Rogue follows Beka, straining to hear any unusal sounds.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes*

Open house, thanks the gods Connor said I didn't have to invite my sponsor.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka tries hard not to think about whether her drug-addict father or crime-lord uncle would be a better sponsor for this event.


"Up here. On the left."

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A startled laugh forces it's way past Beka's lips. "Parent's weekend. Deal. And you and I will go to the firing range."

Beka peers down the hall, careful not to step in splattered zombie gore.




(OOC: want zombies? *g*)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue nods. "I think you'd both like Logan," she says, a slight grin on her face.

She looks down at the nast-covered ground, a look of disgust on her face. "Ew. But zombie goo is better than zombie."

[[OOC: The attack's supposed to start in appx 30min, I think, so maybe not if want to get back to the library in time. Or do we?]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Maybe he can sponsor me too. Anything's better than...what I've got."

Beka kicks a zombie arm across the hall. "Seriously foul. I so do not want to be in charge of clean-up."




[OOC: quick raid, meet some zombies at the door to the library so we can have some interesting cross-fire? *g*]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, he's a good guy. He's got his issues, but don't we all?" she asks, rhetorically.

The three walk further down the hall. "Are we close? I feel like we should get back as soon as we can..."

[[OOC: Good plan. :) ]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. In here."

Beka opens the door to the firing range. The place looks like an army camped in it.

"We're going to have to scrounge. Let's do it. 5 minutes. Then we go."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue rushes to the lockers, hoping to find some ammo and guns. Whatever she finds, that looks remotely usefuly, she shoves in her bag. Muttering something, she shoves her gun in her waistband, and uses both hands to grab weapons.

Once her bag is full, she starts stuffing ammo into her pockets.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Any idea what we need, or just take anything we can get our hands on?

*grabs a bag and starts shoving ammo in it*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Everything. Shep mentioned P-90 clips. We'll want to drop those by the gym on our way back to the library.


*grabs and empty weapons bag and starts scrounging for half-used clips and anything that might be useful*