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[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon reached back behind his seat and pulled the large duffel that Marcus and he had taken from the house before they had to leave. He opened it quickly and mechanically, a product of the training Otebon had thought he'd never have to use again. The bag was full of everything from enough MREs to sustain Marcus and Otebon for weeks if they were careful, two laptops, clothes, cooking utensils, sleeping bags, tools, and a weapon satchel. Inside the smaller (but vastly more important bag) was an M23 rifle with some scope attachements, Marcus's P90 (Otebon still didn't know why he favored that weapon... it was so strange), and a pair of M9s.


I want to write more... but we only get a paragraph...

I WANNA WRITE!!!

By the way: Awesome thread Daemon. I'm having too much fun!

[Daemon]

Haha, thanks. I messed up in my previous post. Was having enough fun that I derped straight into 3 paragraphs.   Won't happen again.

Marcus glanced at Otebon. "Keep em out of view of the young ones." He said. Otebon glanced back at Tammo and Sarah, both having fallen asleep on the car ride. The ordeal must have been great. Otebon sighed, then shut the bag, but not before pulling out one of the M9s. "We should have seen someone else on the road by now." Otebon said. "At the risk of seeming cliche, it's too quiet." Marcus stared out over the dashboard. "I know."

[Aoren Deringer]

Did you mean cliched? Because Clique makes no sense to me. And did it have to be M9's Such a heavy pistol doesnt seem ideal for a "running from assailants" kind of thing. Something with a greater magazine seems more logical. Oh well that's just me complaining because I'm not exactly a fan xD And who knows. I could be wrong and this turns into an assault operation.
 
The road turned on to a freeway, which was also empty. "Marcus, I'm really not liking this." Marcus gripped the wheel more tightly as he responded "Dont talk about it. We dont want to wake them up." Otebon fingered his Berretta, wondering if it could protect them. Can anything? He didn't have an answer. "Otebon!" Marcus whispered franticly "There's a tuck coming up right behind us, tinted windows, speeding." Suddenly Tammo woke up crying.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebonhid the M9 in his lap and glanced back at the oncoming truck before looking down at Tammo. He tried to smile, but his mind was already racing ahead to a million theories, none of them pleasant. There were already so many things wrong with this already. They had the kids with them, the roads had been clear till now, and they still had a long way to go before they could claim even a modicum of safety. There was just too much to do and not enough time if whoever was pursuing them had gotten this close and had the ability to lay a trap of this strength. To Otebon's mind, there were several ways to play this game, but only two that really made sense. They could either run for it and hope that their speed was able to break free from this trap, or they could try to out-maneuver their opponents...




Eh... you're absolutely right. M9s may not be the best choice, but they're fairly run of the mill. Easy to get, maintain, store, and use. Next time we have a choice of armament, how 'bout you choose as I did this time?

Also, what is our story about why Marcus and Otebon have Tammo and Sarah? I'd prefer to not go with "Gay Couple" as Otebon (me) isn't gay... I'm happy with me being a room mate or something. I just use the house for weekends and research or something.

[Daemon]

Otebon and Marcus are just close friends and roommates. Marcus is a character I created long ago, going on a year now, and he is 100% straight as an arrow. And, I am sorry for the HORRIBLE misspelling of "cliche", as I pride myself on my spelling prowess. Anyway, shall we make things more exciting, then?


The truck was about five meters behind them, closing fast. The passenger window rolled down, and a man in a suit leaned out with a megaphone. "Slow down! You are under request to be brought to a secure facility to keep you safe." Marcus glanced at Otebon. "I don't believe a single word of his crap. Pass me my P90." Otebon tossed a strange look at Marcus, shook his head, and pulled the sub-machine gun out. As he passed it to Marcus, he said "Don't kill anyone." Marcus laughed quietly. "So long as their driver is competent, worse damage done would be to the tires." Marcus rolled down the window and started to lean out. "Oh, and grab the wheel."

Also, requesting moar writers! Even if you have very little skill, it would be a help to move this story to the next stage in development!

[Aoren Deringer]

Technically a P-90 isn't an SMG, but a PDW. Difference is negligible really but... Oh well the gun nut in me is showing >.<
 
Marcus rolled down the wndow and leaned out, and the man in the truck beckoned to him as if drawing him out further. "Otebon, speed up!" And with that Marcus opened fire into the front tires. The small PDW jerked around as him let loose a long 15-round burst. "Marcus!" Otebon yelled from within "Marcus they're not slowing down!" Marcus pulled back into the car, returning to the wheel. "They're got solid tires, and it looks like the cab and engine block have been armored." Both Tammo and Sarah were crying now.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Really?    I'm usually one of the gun-nuts... but I didn't know that... Oh well. The More you Know!

Also (as I don't think it was outlined) it seems that Otebon and Marcus are the two adults while Tammo and Sarah are children, but how old are they?



"Hush now you two," Otebon said calmly. He immediately regretted opening his mouth. He hated that when his adrenaline began to flow, his external expressions calmed. It was all because of his dissociative mind and his overly-logical mind. "Marcus and I need to be able to hear right now. Hush." Otebon adjusted the wheel in his hand slightly to keep their car away from the truck and looked over at Marcus. "Then I suggest that you aim for something else if you must shoot at all. Try their windshield."  It wasn't that Otebon believed anything that the man in the truck had said. In fact, he shared Marcus' opinion that it was a ploy. He just didn't like that Marcus was so willing to use what little ammo they had. They had been caught with their pants down and now were running to the one person that they knew could keep the kids safe while they did what was necessary. The only problem with that was that Mark was still a good distance away...


As another interesting question, what is the prevalence of Furries in this world? Is it Humans and Furries about 50/50? Predominantly one or the other? Exclusively one? We've said "a man with a megaphone" so I'm guessing there are humans, but in what degree?

Also, I'm going to start coloring speech. It seems to make it easier to see...

[Aoren Deringer]

I got the OK to keep it going with just two people, Otebon. Also I love the idea of putting dialogue in blue- it is easier to read and it looks awesome xD Speaking of Mark I'm thinking ahead and believe that there shouldnt be any issues there. I want to avoid making it too action-packed, y'know? We can obliterate the whole place later on but for now I think that they should actually be provided sanctuary.
 
Marcus switched the little PDW to semi-automatic and put three rounds into the driver side windshield "Otebon! It's reinforced, too! The thing is a tank!" Otebon quickly looked about; they had to remove the truck. "Marcus! Take back the wheel!" he yelled, grabbing for the gun bag. Inside was his M23 and some API amunition: if he had to waste it, he wanted to be sure that it would work. "Keep the wheel steady-" His voice was little more than a whisper.
 
Heh, Armor-piercing incindiaries. More of me showing through but that is some impressive ammunition.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Marcus took the wheel quickly and Otebon immediately began to slip a magazine of Armor-Piercing rounds into the M23 carbine. As he did this, he rolled down the window. With him sitting in the passenger seat of the car, he wouldn't get a good shot at the truck that was following them unless he did something incredibly stupid... like lean out the window of the car...


Have at it Aoren. Also, good job on getting this to go ahead with the fewer people. I'm just sorry that I can't write more. I guess I'm just paragraph happy when I write. I want to write like 4-5...

[Aoren Deringer]

Otebon leaned out of the window, knowing that it was a bad idea. Taking aim he called out "Keep me steady! I can't stay out for long!" Marcus responce was masked by the wind whipping past his ears, but the vehicle began to slow. The truck did not. "Marcus, what are you doing!?" Otebon tried to stabilise himself further when one of the men in the truck began to lean out, the machine weaving behind the small car. Otebon tried to hit him but there was just no way- and then a shot rang out. The M23 spun out of his hands and his left paw was torn open. Otebon quickly retracted into the car again- more an act of the adrenaline than thought. "Otebon I have to stop!" Marcus cried "Cars! Traffic! Otebon!" The rapidly approaching wall of vehicles, deadlocked in front of them with a thousand people crying for space loomed closer with every second.
 
Bwuahahahahaha M23... Gone. Perhaps we can retrieve it momentarily; I was just in a sadistic mood. And I know where you're coming from. I'm finding that I have to shave off most of mine in order to really be one paragraph and not a wall of text xD But I feel I may have added too many elements for my paragraph this time, feels like I may have oversteeped my bounds a little o.o

[Otebon Albrecht]

Clutching his hand, Otebon nodded towards the shoulder of the road. "Drive on the shoulder," he said as he tried to stop the bleeding. Otebon gave his hand a quick inspection, and it didn't look bad. The pain was intense, but the wound looked like it would heal. "Get us off this road as soon as possible. We can't wait too long here."


We need to stop writing dialogue... I'm a sucker for dialogue, but if we continue then I can't write anymore as this is the end of a complete thought.     I wanna write!

[Aoren Deringer]

Marcus looked at his friends hand "You need to wrap that up." he said somewhat panicingly. The truck was still behind them, but the passenger had stopped firing. "I dont like how they've gone quiet..." He trailed off. Tammo was crying. Sarah looked as if she had seen a ghost. "There's no getting off of this road. Trees are too thick, and there's no movement ahead. And I dont like being around this many people..." He paused for a moment, slowing to a stop amid the vehicles. The truck blocked them in, bumping them slightly. "Actually... Get the kids. We're going for a run."

[Otebon Albrecht]

Tearing a piece of gauze from the small medkit that was under the passenger-side seat and wrapping his hand with it, Otebon sighed. "You know Marcus," he said with no humor. "Sometimes... Sometimes I hate you."


Grabbing an M9 in one hand and kicking open the door next to him, Otebon leveled his pistol at the car. He wanted to give Marcus enough time to get Sarah and Tammo away. While Otebon covered him, Marcus threw the bag over his shoulders, ran to the back seat, threw open that door, grabbed both Sarah and Tammo in his hands and started running.

[Aoren Deringer]

Marcus, Sarah and Tammo ran off into the crowd, weaving and bobbing through the confused masses. The truck did not respond- Otebon didn't like it. It was as if they were watching them, or doing nothing at all. He hurried after Marcus and the girls- the crowd was quiet as well. Hundreds of people all silent. All staring- it was as if the world was muted. He almost wanted to scream, to ask why they were quiet... But he was too busy running.
 
Quiet xD Silence will fall.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon ran past too many people to count. They stood as still as statues as he moved around them. Otebon was trying to catch up to Marcus, but he was just too far away. That's when his injured hand struck one of the still people and Otebon noticed two things. One: his hand no longer hurt. Two: the people were exactly like statues. The person he struck tipped over and fell into a second person, and a third, and down the line till the entire group collapsed in a strung out heap. That's when it struck Otebon. He'd been researching something like this for years, but had never been able to get the right energy density for use in an Area-based Weapon's system. He was surprised that they'd gotten a Neural Stun Device operational so quickly...