Jan 11, 2016
Obi wan: why do I get the feeling that you're going to be the death of me? Anakin: don't say that, master Me: *cries until tomorrow*
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Obi wan: why do I get the feeling that you're going to be the death of me? Anakin: don't say that, master Me: *cries until tomorrow*
Perfect. They've started swarming out. It's show time.
Liam makes sure he's semi-hidden behind a pile of debris, aiming the gun Randy had given him in the general direction of whoever comes into view. Not so much to kill, maybe injure, but mostly to scare.
"Time t'run, fuckahs!" He fires repeatedly, making sure to hide every shot or two.
What..What in the HELL was that.
*bolts out his bedroom door*
Liam sticks to the shadows of the compound, darting around small structures and walls, which isn't usually his style, but he knows his position in this plan. Wait for the mercs, chase them to the woods. Easy enough...hopefully. It was late, most of them should be asleep. Unknowing and unarmed. This would be fun. So long as everything goes smoothly, which he's..not too certain of. There's not too many on board with the plan, far too many that are unknown. A few that could totally fuck things up. He may have been hasty in his window busting plan, but he's not going to fuck things up.
His heart leaps in his chest at the sudden deafening sound of bombs. Respawn was down for one of the sides, and the other would soon follow. It wouldn't be long before the mercs woke and started to panic. Liam makes sure his gun is fully loaded, an extra magazine in his pocket, before the second explosion goes off. His pulse is racing, his eyes are scanning the doors for movement..for noise. It had to be just the right moment. When they all leave, his counterpart will surely be one of them. That's right..he's got a few jobs to carry out with the other Liam. Yes. Let this chase begin.
Don't screw it up.
Max scoffs as she rushes through the woods towards her destination. Like she would screw up something she used to get paid to do on a daily basis.It's not a terribly difficult thing to do; place a couple bombs in a few key locations, prime them, then run like hell and wait for them to blow up.
A goddamn child could do it.
Luckily, the respawn room is empty when she gets there, and she makes quick work of setting stickies is the most structurally unsound areas of the room- she wants to cause as much damage as possible, after all. It takes very little time to set everything up and, once everything is ready, she books it out of there as quickly as her legs will carry her and heads back to the woods to wait for the sounds of RED being destroyed.
When the all too familiar sounds of bombs being detonated and concrete being blown to pieces reaches her, she hits the detonator on her sticky launcher- sending the BLU base into the same flurry of explosions.
Looks like it's show time.
