Fallout: Overseas

[Deimos]

Spoiler:

Yeppp.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Okay, then, KCK. Just keep goin' to the bunker.

[Per]

Emmanuel and Noa headed through the ruins of Province, lightly chatting. The trip was surprisingly uneventful, except for a pair of bloatflies. They reached Port Authority Office, a run down building. It was picked clean by locals of anything of real value, but most of the old documents remained. Emmanuel sighed. "You're the expert. Where do we start?"

[Eltee]

"They probably wouldn't have any hard copies... They would, literally, be handling boatloads of information daily." Noa thought for a second. "There will probably be a central database, I'll hack into it if I can."

[Per]

"Well..." said Emmanuel. "Let's get started." He opened a sidedoor to the left, and was met by a janitor's closet.

[Eltee]

Noa took a quick look inside of the closet. "Hm. Come on, let's keep moving." She said, cocking her rifle.

[Per]

"Mhm..." answered Emmanuel and followed.

[Eltee]

Noa advanced slowly through the decrepit building, slowly panning her rifle around to cover all angles. She reached a staircase on her left, and started walking up. "Oh... Sh*t." She murmured, stopping dead. "Sh*t. A grenade bouquet. Can you see the trigger? Don't you move, man."

[Per]

Emmanuel stopped. "No. I can't," said Emmanuel dryly. "Can you?"

[Eltee]

"Uhhh...." Noa looked around, a pressure plate, a tripwire, anything. "Uhhh... I think so...." A barely visible length of fishing wire was pulled taut just a few cinches from her foot. She swallowed hard, and slowly ran her fingers along it to both ends. "Okaay... look like it feeds... To the left..." She took a deep breath, and carefully tied off the line. She disconnected the other end, and cut the line with her knife. "Kay, it's safe." She said. "Help yourself to the grenades."

[Per]

Emmanuel didn't need to be asked twice. He carefully retrieved the bouquetof grenades and held it up. "I've some experience dealing with these. Mind if I take them all?"

[Eltee]

"Be my guest." Noa said. "I'd probably blow my arm off, anyways."

[Kerr]

Morrigan set out towards the boat repair shop by herself.

[Per]

A malicious grin appeared on Emmanuel's face, fitting his moustache perfectly. "Let's just find those damn documents, eh?" He acsended up the stairs.

[MARS]

Spoiler:

Yo, peoples!
I'm going to have this locked because I've been stupid. Not to bother you with details, but I will restart this RP with a better (and faster) version. I don't know when, since we have a ton of active RPs right now, but it will happen. If I haven't turned you off completely, stay tuned.