[color=silver][h1][center]Enemy Mine Part 2[/center][/h1][/color] [color=white][center][b]Silverhold | Barnett Silver Mines[/b][/center][/color] [color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color] [color=silver][center][i]Jagos crew goes in with a plan, what could go wrong.[/i][/center][/color] [center] [table] [row] [cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360043][img] https://i.imgur.com/Sy9cv6b.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360043][img] https://i.imgur.com/B3Mrhob.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360056][img] https://i.imgur.com/YULG7qv.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360069][img] https://i.imgur.com/SJOjAQi.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5360257][img] https://i.imgur.com/xbzDd3i.png[/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell] [/row] [/table] [/center] [indent][indent][indent] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Yule], [@Aalakrys] “What are they doing now?” Serena whispered from just outside the camp. She and her brother lay prone, trying to formulate a plan to do what they were paid to - extract the mining big-wig. "Writing a list, nodding their heads," Vas said absently as he watched them through his binoculars. "Bunch of blue-collar folk. 'Sept for the walking shampoo commercial. Sticks out like a sore thumb." “Lemme see, lemme see,” Serena asked, making a gimme motion for the binoculars. "Arrite but don't you go falling asleep from boredom." Vas snorted, handing her the binoculars. Serena looked through the lenses, around the camp. There were a few small fires. A few miners sitting around them. She was half disappointed that she didn’t see a single pick-ax or helmet with a light on it, which were practically the only two things she equated with miners. Settling the binoculars on Kinneas Reed, she decided that ‘boredom’ would be the last word that came to mind. "You see the target?" Vas asked. "That's the guy we gotta drag out in one piece. "Oh, I think I see Jago walking in. Look at him with that fancy hat." Serena reluctantly tore the binoculars away, to watch the captain. Her stomach knotted for him, and the teen crossed the fingers of her left hand just to bring him extra luck. Jago right now was not loving life. Nor was he loving the hat which was not to his tastes at all. Why in all that was holy were bowler hats the in thing all of a sudden. He walked up with a bit of a saunter and a smile. "Gentlemen, my name is Jago Deckkard … I have been commissioned by the Mulligan Corporation to negotiate. If you all see fit to that is?" He announced as he approved the miners. While the Captain was making everyone's acquaintances, Doc settled into her perch on a rocky outcrop overlooking the area. With the sun at her back, she'd have little trouble keeping tabs on Jago in the event the situation called for it. She moved her goggles to her forehead and rested her cheek on the rifle, nestling into the scope's eyecup to block out any stray light. She sighed at her damned luck that, somehow, she was the 'most qualified' member of the team to take overwatch. Personally, she was convinced it was on account of her being the only crew member that actually owned a rifle. Not to mention the simple fact that she was better at filling bullet holes than making them. Nevertheless, here she was, in position to protect her Captain. She wondered briefly if the bullets would even travel that far if shit did go sideways. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to find out. "In position." she said in a sarcastic, sing-song fashion into her earpiece. [/indent][/indent][/indent]