I realize this spoiler should have come a long time ago, and I'm so sorry for not finding the time to make it sooner. I feel as if I've let you down, but here goes: I have to quit this RP. Reasons: Too much stuff going on in my life, school's making me busy as hell as I'm finishing the last two months of school now, and ofcourse my GF is acting up :/ Once again, I'm so sorry for insulting you by leaving without word, but have a blast and I hope this RP get's to the end! GL
We're sorry to hear that you need to leave, but if its necessary then I understand, hope to see you in another RP one day.
Anthony had watched as two of his team had watched Justin with more than just a look of distaste. He was worried, this team needed to be strong, there needed to be trust or they would all die. This wasn't a good start, rumours of a mole, a botched mission, this wasn't the way he wanted the mission to go. He didn't even have the liberty to say that it was human nature to mess up, he was a angel for heaven's sake and he couldn't afford to keep with the mess ups.
He walked back into the transport and booted up the computer there. He scanned the private servers for a base somewhere in Europe and spotted one in Rome, Italy, "Wonderful, one of the more open minded areas he thought sarcastically, thinking about the Catholic Church influence in that area. For an area that claimed to worship God, they had a lot of issues with his creations. The hate speeches presented by the current and previous Popes were extreme evidence. If it were just him, he would have been able to find sanctuary with the Church there, but with the rest of his team, some even being visible, it most likely would not work. The base would have to do, though he would not be welcomed with open arms.
He walked out of the transport, "Alright we're moving out to Rome now, we need to get out of here before they close the channels of transportation for Mythos types.
Grabbing his bag of goodies, Justin boarded the transport and sat beside the gear he'd left: two rifles, a good amount of ammunition, two combat vests, and his CLS bag. I could fight a small war with all this, he thought, smiling to himself before realizing his situation. Good, since you ARE in a small war, idiot.
Eryn rested her head back, her eyes were slowly starting to close. The last time she had gotten any rest was back at the compound, and sleeping on a concrete floor wasn't very comfortable.
"Rome.. Home of the Capitoline Wolf legend and statue..."
"Rome?" Wes asked with a hint of disgust in his voice. "There's bound to be more anti-Mythos fanatics there than anywhere else."
"It's the best choice we have right now." Anthony replied, "This country won't be safe for long."
There was an uncomfortable silence for most of the drive to the nearest airport. There was still a bit of bad blood between certain members, so conversations tended to be short.
After just a few hours, they arrived in the Edmonton Airport. Anthony went in alone and bought each of them a ticket directly to Rome, then brought the tickets back out.
"We're on a high-altitude flight, so there won't be any stops between here and there." he said as he handed out the tickets. "Obviously, we won't be able to take any weapons with us. And I don't want to deal with checked baggage. Bring what you can on carry-on, we'll restock after we land."
"And please, don't get into a fight with anyone. There's a chance of interference from other people or from security, so if there is just take the route that will get you onto the plane the fastest."
"No weapons?" Burst asked, glancing at the gunblade held within its case. "..and no checked luggage? Are you saying that I leave myself unarmed? I am sorry, but I will not leave behind this weapon. It means too much to me."
Burst weighed his options, and after about a minute of quietly thinking things over, he handed his ticket back to Anthony.
"Well, I doubt they'll let me bring the drinks on," Justin sighed, finishing his own Mountain Dew. Before he opened the one Eryn didn't want, he took his combat gear off and left it in the transport, sneaking his small ceramic pocket knife into his suit's coat pocket. "I am going to try to take this with me, though." Picking up the CLS bag, he slung it over his left shoulder. "It's medical equipment and I'm a certified medic, they shouldn't mind. I'm gonna miss that rifle and pistol, though."
Eryn couldn't help but smirk as she received her ticket. "You ask me to behave and yet you're putting me on a plane full of people. By the way, this whole place reeks of human. It's pretty disgusting."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Eryn closed her eyes. Everywhere I go smells like humans. I've only killed two people in two years. I won't be able to control myself for much longer...
Rolf nodded at Anthony as he gave him his ticket, he then left the shield and baton in the wagon, doused himself in some more cologne, and was ready to leave.
Anthony shook his head looking at Burst, "What is wrong with you Burst? I can't let you fly, this needs to be quick, streamlined, efficient and you would fuck that up over a sword? I'm sorry that isn't going to fly with me. You're going to have to make a decision or as your commanding officer, I will have to do it for you," he looked at the rest of his group, "Do we have any other...problems?"
"Very well..." Burst said angrily to the angel, his General. "I will respect your wishes..."
Burst pressed a button on the gunblade, and the weapon began to disassemble. The blade and the barrel came off easily, and Burst placed them down. He pushed the button again, and reassembled the now-empty mechanism, without the blade or barrel, it looked harmless.
"Alone, the mechanism is harmless, and I can fit it with my carry-on luggage." Burst explained. "I know this may seem trivial to you... But this is important to me."
Azure didn't approve of leaving his weapon behind, as with all others of his race, it was a part of him, he could leave it behind if it wasn't too far away, but for a extended amount of time? no, he would not leave it again.
"so, not only are you asking us to go unnoticed by a plane full of humans for a long time you also want us to leave our weapons behind, whether you understand why or not, i am not leaving my sword behind, if i have to i'll get to Rome via the underground, then not only will i go unseen i won't be stiff from sitting down for all that time."
Wes didn't like the idea of the group splitting up. They seemed to be under enough pressure as it is, without having to wait a week or more for other members to arrive. But he also didn't want to make them leave their weapons. A gun might be replaceable, but a family sword wasn't. He thought about a solution, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"I could smuggle them onto the plane." he piped in. "All I have to do is get around to the cargo loading area and sneak the swords in. I can climb back into the plane from there, and then retrieve them when we land."
Anthony perked up when Wes volunteered to smuggle the weapons in. This was an interesting idea, bring the weapons under the authorities' noses. It was risky, but so was splitting up. He pondered the various outcomes, problems, weighing each against the other before finally coming up with a final idea, "Yes that works. We can't smuggle many in, so any guns and such have to be left behind. We can bring a family sword or two, but that's it."
Wes grinned at the chance to use his abilities. Thinking quickly, he got into the transport and looked for some sort of fastening device. In the floor locker, he found a pair of bungee straps.
He gave an experimental stretch, then wrapped them around his chest in an crossing position. It was tight, and he couldn't take a deep breath, but it would keep his cargo on his back when he transformed.
Jumping back out of the vehicle, he approached Burst and Azure. "Do you trust me?" he asked them, holding out his hands.
"I do." Burst said, reattaching the weapon to the mechanism, closing the weapon compactly, and handing it to Wes. "Move quickly and remain unseen, Skinwalker."
Wes took both weapons and secured them to his back. They were heavier than he had expected, but he was sure it wouldn't be too much of a burden. He rolled his shoulders once, and they didn't slide out of the sling.
"Alright, go ahead and board the plane. I'll join you later." His ticket was safely stowed in his pocket so he wouldn't be booted from the plane, and he would be able to find the right one from the gate number.
He started off running to the end of the parking area. A bit of the runway was visible over there so he figured it was a good place to start. The airport was busy, plenty of vehicles filled the roads and parking spaces. Plenty of people to see me.
The building took a corner and Wes could see a bit of a plane across a stretch of field. But there was a fence in the way, topped by razor wire. He licked his lips and glanced behind him, then shifted into a labrador dog. The bungee straps stayed tight just as he planned. He got to digging under the fence, opening up a space where he could squeeze under.
I plan to do this across several posts, so you can all get into security or whatever and do some posting.
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