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In issa flop 5 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



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"One of the bombs is down. I'm going to investigate...


Binx had to mentally curse about one of her charges being disposed of, however it gave them knowledge to someone's location. A trade-off in her book. Listening for any other sounds going on around her Binx came to find that there was none. Strange in it of itself. There should be at least Adam thunder-footing around somewhere but she couldn't even hear him. Something seemed off. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled in anticipation. There was a slight change to the atmosphere around her that wasn't attributed to the environment she found herself in. Someone was going to come crawling through vents. It was only smart seeing as they had two, three if Kingfisher was included, who could easily traverse above the rooms without being spotted. And if Binx was honest, it would be difficult to place their exact locations with how silent they could be. Though with the amount of charges placed in the vent systems it would be difficult for them to diffuse them without them going off. Hairpin triggers make for better messes.

There was too much radio silence for Binx' liking, opting to provide some commentary to her teammates, all of which just included her making random noises and complaining about how bored she was. Nothing of true substance. Nothing of importance. But it was enough to cut the edge that they were all undoubtedly experiencing. Seeing as how no one took her advice about funneling the enemy towards them and instead felt the need to go off on their own. She rolled her eyes so hard she gave herself a headache. 'This is why we fucked up last mission... does anyone wanna listen to me? Nooooooo. What does bomb girl know. Imma senior for a fuckin' reason...' Looking over to her left she spotted the observer cam passed to her by Nightstalker, "Best put it on, won't do no harm." Once it was in place and on, the gear made a soft whirring noise as it kicked on. Anyone with some EMPs would easily take out the hardware and that would leave their own sniper at a disadvantage. Binx shrugged at the thought. It wasn't gonna do the opposition any good anyways. If everything went according to plan then they would have enough time to get the bomb to detonate without issues.

Speaking of which, as she sat and waited the Texan had had enough time to go through and observe the package they had been given. No doubt as soon as she armed it it would announce her presence to the others. Enemy and friendly alike. That was fine. She had enough charges to provide a buffer before the others could come and regroup. Just need to detonate one. Upon opening the bag she took notice of all the contents. Instructions be damned as they were in German, her mind drifting over to Erik - probably in a perch - a smug grin on his face taunting her about her lack of his language. "Well, HAH, jokes on you dude..." the mutterings of a woman at work passed under her breath as she dug around the contents, glancing at the hardware before connecting wires she pulled from her bag from the timer to the choke and lever. Once satisfied it was as simple as fiddling with the lever and choke before beeps went off, signalling it was now live. As she pulled the black lever back up, "I speak bomb."

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Time seemed to fly out the window as soon as Binx stepped foot back into the RND lab after that botched mission in Mali. Having situated herself at the workstation she aptly dubbed as her own, complete with stickers and labels informing anyone otherwise, digging herself in and not planning to resurface to the main world for anything. Agent Stanley, her own personal guardian and handler had other plans and kicked her out three days into her work, only for her to return a few days later.

The disturbing flashes and beeps emanating from the watch she was forced to wear, pulled her from her work related revere. After acknowledging the '𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘' and promptly ignoring it did she catch a glance at the time. With a roll of her eyes, Binx was grabbing her jacket off the back of the lab chair she had been swiveling around in in the RND department and shoveling the prototypes she had been working on into her bag she was headed out the door, throwing a "See ya," over her shoulders back towards Professor MacMahon.

It wasn't long before Binx found herself standing among the others, hardly paying attention until Ben got shot. Something about an exercise to get them to perform better than they did in Mali — which was a complete shit show in it's own right. When everyone was dismissed Binx checked the package thrown to her inspecting the bomb for a make and model. Clearly not something she created herself. Specifically picked out for this exercise. A roll of her eyes and a hand through her messy hair she looked to the others. Nightstalker already dipped out of there after throwing something to Honey.

"I should be back in the lab fine tuning a shrapnel discharge, instead I'm here playin' sitter," there was no hiding the annoyance in her tone and she made no notion to conceal her volume level. Glancing around at her teammates, the ones that were still present at least, she took note that none were the leadership type and sighed. They were just gonna mess everything up. Another roll of her eyes and she stalked up to the lot of 'em slinging the package over her shoulder with ease and cocking a hip out to distribute the weight. "Aiight, looky here. Comms are live, 'Stalker listen in too." At the attention she gained she delved into a plan that should work should everyone listen and do their parts correctly.

"I ain't about to spend the rest of my Saturday cleaning up paint out the cracks of fuckin' stick on tile. Y'all follow through with the plan and shit goes smoothly. If somethin' comes along and fucks up the plan, wing it til they're on the ground askin' for mercy," Binx barked through the comms as she resituated the bags on her back. This was not how the Texan saw how her Saturday going as she climbed up the staircase of the interior, vaulting over small piles of debris left in the wake of evacuation of the building so long ago. Scanning the area provided her with a number of hiding spots to place the package, however they would be left open and vulnerable to deactivation. Not the best for her and her limited CQC. Unsure of exactly how much time was given to them to she went the safer route and assumed it was around five minutes. In that time she was able to place some modified paint claymore in the ventilation systems to counter any and all agents who decided it was best to sneak around above the rooms. Even placed some at the entrances of each stairwell as well as the entry into the building itself. All levels she could counter, she did. The best course of action for her now, was to establish a funnel and have them come to her. So, with the remaining time left Binx set to work blocking off any entry points into the center room on the second floor kitchen. Tiled walls provided a bit more stability than sheetrock alone and she was able to overturn the tables to act as additional barricades.

Stepping back wiping the sweat from her brow she admired the handiwork. It was no bunker, but it would do for now. Pulling the shotgun she snatched from the back of the van she situated herself between the wall and the fridge, pressing into the earpiece she wore in order to relay information to the team, "Hunkered down, second floor kitchen. Got discharges placed throughout the floors so, mind your step." A laugh escaped her at the thought of them setting 'em off. The comms were extremely quiet, something that irked her. Well, she did her part. Now all she had to do was wait.
𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.







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