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Merc'ing 101: How to Make it as a Mercenary and Still Stay in One Piece, Wednesday 8/6

"Now the last couple of classes have been fun," he grinned. As usual, Murdock spoke while strolling around the Danger Shop, but today there was a slight limp present. "But we need to get down to some real business." He stopped and shot the class a look. "Some of the guys you might find yourself going up against are pros. Real pros. Not just slimeballs who think they can handle a gun and throw a fast right hook."

"So what we'll do today isn't so much with the running around and shooting, but the planning and stealth we'll need to ultimately take these guys out." He grinned impishly, "And then we can run around and shoot at 'em."

(ooc: short posty, all in OCD whoo! ooh the wait is on over! OCD up.)

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Shoot something!

Jack Burton

Anemone

Bender

Rikku

Discuss, discuss, discuss. Figure out what you'll do based on the information Murdock has given you and work together to come up with a viable plan. Or. A not so viable plan. Maybe you'll wind up just shootin' at everything that moves and hope you hit the right guy. Whatever works. Bounce on each other's threads and work something out.

"So, I mentioned briefly in one class that sometimes the law are the ones in the dirty business. Who knows why," he shrugged, "maybe they just the enjoy the power they get from the job and they figure they can get more by throwing their weight around or maybe they just feel their regular paychecks ain't enough."

He kept moving around the Danger Shop, looking as if he were thinking while speaking. "Either way, you got yourselves a group of crooked cops. And these guys like to kill people just for the money." The look he wore made it clear that he didn't approve of this idea at all. "Now, in some way, you could look at these guys and call 'em mercs. I personally call 'em scum. It's our job today to take these guys out. They ain't your ordinary cops either, they're a trained special forces unit. Meanin' they got the same skills as you do. Well, that is if you guys were an actual trained special forces unit," he grinned.

"The first thing you need to do is to figure out a way to find out who their next hit is gonna be before they do it. Timin' is probably gonna be real close on this one, boys and girls. Then you'll probably want to shake 'em up a bit. Get under their skin a little before you make your real move. There are all kinds of ways to mess with someone in this way, it's call psychological warfare. And it's pretty danged effective if you know what you're doing."

"After you've got 'em wound up a bit, then is the time to lay your trap and make a run for 'em. They're going to fight back, and it won't be easy. They got no qualms killin' innocent folks, they ain't gonna have none tryin' to kill you." He rather wished he didn't have to say that part, but he knew it was the truth for some of his students already. "You'll have to be quicker than them, smarter. You need to not only out fight and out run these guys, but out think 'em." He stopped and faced his students. "So... how are you goin' to get intel on these guys, without 'em knowin' about it; what will you do to try to break 'em down a bit and..." a slight smirk, "what's your final plan to take these guys out. Figure somethin' out!"

Edited 2008-08-06 06:38 (UTC)

"Oh, man," Jack groaned, "please tell me it doesn't involve me in a box again?"

Flashbacks to the Right Tools class? In my Burton? It's more likely than you think.

"That's up to you, man," Murdock grinned. "I've been stuck in worse. Ever seen the inside of a vending machine? Kinda hot in there."

"...You got your arm stuck in a vending machine?"

Not like that hasn't almost happened to Jack a few times, but still.

"Nooooo...It's called gettin' creative with your sypin' technique. I was in the machine. Ain't a whole lot of space in those things."

What?

"Why were you inside of a vending machine? How did you get out?"

....

"Did you get free candy bars?" That was important.

"Nah, it was a soda machine," he waved a hand absently. "I was in there because we needed a way to overhear a conversation and bugs weren't gonna work since the room would be scanned."

"It's good to have friends," he smirked.

That was a hell of a plan. He was impressed. "DId it work?"

"I got the info we needed," he grinned.

"Great!" He grinned, too. "I...I don't think a vending machine will work here. Hrm. We need more people."

"More..." Something about that just wasn't adding up. "More people for what?"

He might dread that question.

"For distraction. And because I don't think I can beat everyone up myself. I'm not that good," he admitted. Grudgingly. He could take at least five, he figured.

He had to remind himself that facepalming in class wasn't good.

"Jack..."

"...there are other people." Yo, duh. "Like your classmates?" Hi. Remember them? "They'll probably work with you if you ask them."

Or they'll run fleeing in terror.

Edited 2008-08-07 00:51 (UTC)

"Oh. Right. Well, we need a plan. This'll take crackerjack timing," he said with a winsome grin.

In terror.

"I thought I already said that," he mumbled.

"Yes, it will. So you might want to start on that."

Meanwhile, there's a wall over there just perfect for his forehead.

"SOF dies just like everyone else. You just get longer to play with them," Anemone announced cheerfully. "And it's not exactly out-thinking, it's just thinking differently. They've got a certain set of trained responses, instincts, and if you go around those completely, they'll be unable to react."

Anemone might have some experience in that arena.

"That's true," he nodded. "Thinking differently. It's a very effective method. If they don't know what to expect, it gives you the upperhand."

"Any other ideas?"

"We know who's paying these bozos?" asked Bender. Money seemed to him to be as good a motive for killing someone as any other and better than a lot of others. "The guy with the money's gotta be calling the shots on this one."

"That," he pointed at Bender. "Is a very good question. But this situation's a bit different. The head guy is actually the head of this team. It was his idea to turn his squad into a pay-to-kill unit."

"Then he took out some advertising," he scowled.

"It does mean that there are some bozos out there who obviously have less than stellar motives if they're hiring killers. Right now though, that team has got to be taken out before they get somebody else. Once you got 'em, you can find out who paid 'em off for their previous hits."

He grinned wickedly. "And then you can go after those bozos."

"Bomb scare?" Rikku asked. "Send them a package that ticks or smokes, and have them freak out, and then it's just got a clock, or a lot of dry ice. Make them squirm a little."

"Ooh, I like that," he grinned. "A block of modeling clay with a timer short on seconds."

"Good thinkin', Rikku."

Spy (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806013518.jpg) on 'em! Send 'em flowers (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806014804.jpg)! Trick one of 'em with a pretty girl (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806015749.jpg). (heh. pretty girl.) Then (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806015930.jpg) spring (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806020208.jpg) your (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806020253.jpg) trap (http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o192/lttledvl_photos/fandom%20murdock/snapshot20080806020341.jpg)! (Shooting is totally A-Ok! now. ;)

(Aka: Do whatever you want. Whoo!)

Edited 2008-08-06 06:33 (UTC)

"Okay. I say we distract them and then hit them from behind. Who's good at the distraction and who's good at the hitting?"

Jack. Planning. This will not end well.

Oh Jack. Murdock was beginning to feel a bit at a loss of what to do with Jack.

"Well, if you don't mind me makin' a suggestion. I think you would be great at the distraction there Jack. Based on previous classes, I'd say you got a knack for it."

Really. What a better distraction than getting whacked with swords by elves or attempting to knock yourself unconscious.

"I think you'd distract the bad dudes real well."

Since they'd be busy staring at Jack and wondering what the hell.

"Can do. Okay. I'll, uh, lure them into... here," he said, pointing at a place, "and then you guys do what you do best. Right?" Right. Now....distraction....

...Poor Jack. Sidekick in his own canon.

Murdock could only hope he didn't kill himself in the process.

Then he remembered that the Danger Shop had safety precautions.

But once Jack got out into the real world...

Jack's going to wind up giving his poor teacher a complex.

Like he needed more.

The best option was probably not walking towards the bad guys while singing "Kiss Me Deadly", but that was the plan that Jack was going with, unless someone else came up with something. Fast. Uh huh. It ain't no big thang.

Actually...Murdock was cool with that. In fact, he was grinning in approval.

"Whoo-hoo! Go Jack!"

Possibly because it reminded him of that time he did the chicken dance in front of those bikers...

Rikku tried not to facepalm.

"Okay, once they're watching him, we sneak in the back. I've got some smoke bombs if we need to cause some confusion. Who's with me?"

"I can do sneaky," Bender said loudly. Or more accurately his sight wouldn't be distracted by smoke.

"But all I got for a weapon are these." Bender waved a couple of lengths of pipe from his hiding place behind a handy tree.

"Do you want some bombs?" Rikku asked cheerfully. "I have lots!"

Everyone should have bombs. This was in no way a bad idea.

"Sure," said Bender, arms extending. "That could work." He'd figure out how to them in the next few seconds, right?

"Do you want the window at the front, and I'll get in through the kitchen?"

He's here. Feel free to taunt him about being wee!tiny or the letters H & M. Sure he won't mind. *snicker*

Word to the wise: he'll be less enthused about taunting over a certain other Professor.

*ahem*

Today's class is brought to you by the Season 1 episode, 'A Small And Deadly War' and lots and lots of snarky crack. (that is if you choose the 'taunt' option.)

Also, I have a doc appoint in the morning so I won't be around til noon-ish at the earliest.

Does life mimic RP? Why yes, yes it does!

Poor Murdock has a sprained ankle. Awwww. Poor Mun has a strained ankle. With no friggin' clue how I did it. D'oh!

Edited 2008-08-06 15:46 (UTC)

...method acting?

probably. lol.

It still boggles me. I mean...the hell I did yesterday? I RP'd.

...

Was at a voice actor panel at an anime convention, and one of the actors was talking about how he was voicing a character who had a broken leg or sprained ankle or knee or something, and during a break he went to the grocery shop next door to get something to eat....and twisted his ankle. Right there, at the 5 feet of sidewalk between the studio and the bodega.

The engineer thought he was the worst/craziest method actor evaaar.

...sitting crosslegged? Had the cat/dog sleeping on your foot? That might do it.

Hah!

And nope and nope. I was sitting here with my foot in the spot of the desk that really isn't a footrest. Maybe I moved it the wrong way or had it angled the wrong way.

And of course now that I'm home, it frickin' aches. Ooh ice cubes and a kitchen towel. *g*

More furniture designers need to place spots for footrests. It's just not comfortable unless you have one leg hanging over the armrest, up on the desk next to the monitor, bopping along with whatever's on youtube/mp3s. Right? :D

Something like that. The slab of fake wood that angles way down at the bottom isn't very good.

Of course, it would also help if they didn't design furniture in mind of honkin' tall people like my hubby. His feet reach it just fine. Me? Not so much.

*grumbles*

You should see the antics whenever we switch vehicles. LOL!

I've broken a few furniture pieces because they were not designed with built in footrests, but that shelf....

Just because you married someone twice your height! :P

Well...

Yes. Your point?

...time to watch PoTC and eat a burger and corn?

BBL

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