[color=silver][h1][center]Enemy Mine Part 7[/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]
 
“I was thinking butter,” Serena added. “My friend gets his head stuck in a lotta things, and he swears by butter.”

“Not much of that around here… but oil.” Kinneas pointed to the lantern hanging on the wall, not quite sure what that said about the girl’s friend. “Just, don’t catch him on fire?”

"Fēi tā mā de are you even PUSHING!" A voice complained from the other side of the window. 

“I was tryin’ to not get him caught on fire!” Serena explained, turning back to Kinneas. “That’s my onii.”  [i] Vas Timothy Reed. Ugh, no, no, no, not after Tim.  [/i]  “He’s in a hurry.” 

“Uh-huh,” Kinneas said as he knelt down to unzip the bag he placed along the floor, half-listening when the girl spoke to him again. From it, he extracted the case and set to work assembling his rifle in the safety of the trailer. 

Barnet had stepped on Serena’s head for leverage to get himself out the window, leaving her alone in the trailer with Reed as he put together a rifle. She searched her brain for something to start a conversation that would make her sound mature when the sound of revving engines caught her attention, as well as the distinct sound of something being launched through a tube. 

“Onii?” Serena asked as a small cylinder flew in through the open window. It immediately hissed like a snake, releasing an obnoxious smelling gas that made her eyes water. The teen quickly pulled a rebreather from her pack and pulled it over her face like they’d practiced. 

Barnet landed right on top of Vas who was cursing up a storm. He slid his on just in case. "Don't. Move." Vas ordered Barnet before hauling himself up to see into the trailer. "What are you waiting for a freaking invitation." He said to Serena as the room quickly filled with some kind of gas. Vas wasn't planning on hanging around to figure it out.

Shouts from the miners could be heard throughout the camp as the Interpol agents crashed the proverbial party, firing tear gas and pepper balls.  Serena panicked. There was no time for coercing Kinneas to the ship, and if she left him, Interpol would string him up, no questions asked. As her tall future husband headed for the trailer door, a two by four would render him unconscious. The teen’s face, shrouded in a rebreather was the last thing he’d see before the world went black.
[/indent][/indent][/indent]