Ok, as Gavin has his minor surgery and Jessica assists, what are Artis and Harry doing?

TB: I'll get those feats for you soon.

I just thought Harry's a comic book fan, and it's kinda funny if there's a comic about the Tumor in the spycraft world.

Is the doberman chained up?

Heh...heh...you wish.

It's about 90lbs of pure muscle, in an attack posture.

Greeeat. I yell "Shit! Help!" and pull out the PPK. I also grab my hat in the other hand, and swing it towards its nose (just a swat would do.)

I edited my last IC post, including Harry's actions.

Adam, Artis did hear some screaming coming from behind him...maybe some growling too.

The Rottweiler is behind Harry with the doberman to his left. Both are well within a leap of Harry. The entrance to the house could be reached in one turn, but would require going past the rottweiler.


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(Edited by Dieter at 9:52 am on May 14, 2002)

I'll go see what's all the hubbub, mentioning to Roberto that "I think your dogs caught a kid or something."

I'm heading to the beach today, so I won't be posting again until Sunday evening.

Think of what you to do next while I'm gone.

buh-bye.

We're back in business. So what's everyone doing?

Jessica will agree to ordering paella, if only to get that issue out of her boredom's way.

Gatac

As everyone eats dinner, one of the phones that Artis picked up along the way rings. Ten seconds later, all of the other phones procured during the day also begin to ring.

Artis isn't hungry. Or thirsty, for that matter, thank you very much for asking and all that.

Somebody needs to be awake when the bad guys drug us through the dinner.

If I think I can doo a good mock up of the driver, based on my short shouting session with him, I'll go for it. Otherwise, I'll redirect it to HQ, and let Artis get it.

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Quote: from admiralducksauce on 11:41 am on May 20, 2002
Artis isn't hungry. Or thirsty, for that matter, thank you very much for asking and all that.

Somebody needs to be awake when the bad guys drug us through the dinner.

Geez...it's just dinner.



(Edited by Dieter at 3:09 pm on May 20, 2002)

It'd be just like you to spring an eeevil Wolff on us, wouldn't it? Come on, I know it crossed your mind.

OK, ok, I'll eat/drink, but only a light supper.

Gavin will eat what he can, from bed if necessary, and try to get as much rest as he can.

I'm trying to assume the persona of a harried immigrant highway cleanup worker that was paid off by some spook when the spaniard hit team did the job right, but messily. If I do something Harry would know not to do, tell me.

Quote:

"Listen...whoever you are, I just wanted to let you know that while we both impressed and appreciative in you ridding us of those two pendejos, we do consider this a challenge to our authority.

mmm, mysterious. Does he buy it or not? I don't know.

That's the thing...you really don't know. For all you do know, he's bullshitting you.

Muy mysterioso. I like.