Post-World War III RP: Welcome to Nuremberg!

[The Sorrow]

"I was never one fer lootin', and money seems to still have value; a few o' me buddies are salesmen, and they're doin' alright sellin' to those people that've still got a conscience."
"Now, girly, I'll ask you again: what's in it fer me?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"I'll give you everything I have."

 

[Bling Cat]

Daniel watched the conversation, keeping quiet. He wasn't sure he wanted to be involved, he didn't have great combat expertise. He had trained as a weapons systems operator, not a soldier. Not that anyone he met saw the difference.

 

[The Sorrow]

Sharpe smiled. That was fine with him.
"You've got yerself a sniper, then. What's the job?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"In Germany, there is a building that houses a megalomaniac. He wants to take over the world, and right now, that is very possible. I need help stopping him."

 

[The Sorrow]

Jericho laughed.
"Get me within a mile of him and I'll blow his dome clean off. This baby can punch right through anything he hides behind. Just get me there, and I'll do the rest."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"That's the problem. He'll have to be taken out from inside the base."

 

[The Sorrow]

"Well, well, well. That is a bit of a problem. Any ideas on how to get in there?

 

[Bling Cat]

Daniel spoke up, deciding inwardly that he should help. Rebuilding the world would be so much harder with a megalomaniac ruler. "If you had more people, you could always storm the building."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"That was my intent. I know of an entrance in the building that's hard to detect."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Hello. What is your name?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Pleasure. Warren McDowens."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Come in if you want. And blame my parents."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"I don't. How did you come by here, anyways?"