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route_10652013-01-12 05:05 pm
soggypastry) wrote in route_10652013-01-12 05:05 pm
Let's get down to business
Who: The PGC and those following them in.
Where: A large enough building in Goldenrod to fit everyone.
When: Saturday, January 12th
Summary: A meeting to discuss a raid. Hopefully this doesn't blow up in their faces.
Rating: PG for now; will change if needed.
Log:
[It's become almost a habit. Find an abandoned or for rent building in the back alleys of Goldenrod, scope it out and make sure it's safe, then call everyone to it and get things started. It's no different this time, even with Saber's offer of the Breeding Centre, so no one should be surprised.
Or maybe they should be, just a little. There's no tables with food, no chairs or couches to sit on. Just Lightning and a whiteboard at the back of the building, with a sketch of the Radio Tower in thick black marker on the board. Once everyone is inside, she turns to the board.]
The plan is relatively simple. Anyone with something capable of using Smokescreen will go up to the roof and flood the ventilation ducts with smoke. We wait until the people inside have cleared out, then head in while in disguise and mop up anyone left behind, non-lethal methods only. Once that's done, we split into squads and search for anything we can use to prove that it's Team Rocket holding the tower, and then we get out and go our separate ways.
[through out all of this, she's been making marks on the board; lines and "x"s to the roof, and more of both to the front door. But now she puts the marker down, staring at the board as if holds the answers to all of lifes questions.]
We have no blueprints or map. Everyone you see here is all the backup we're going to get. We're only going to get one shot at this. [she sighs quietly, then puts her shoulders back.]So. [she turns back to face them, hands loose at her hips.] Any questions or ideas?
Where: A large enough building in Goldenrod to fit everyone.
When: Saturday, January 12th
Summary: A meeting to discuss a raid. Hopefully this doesn't blow up in their faces.
Rating: PG for now; will change if needed.
Log:
[It's become almost a habit. Find an abandoned or for rent building in the back alleys of Goldenrod, scope it out and make sure it's safe, then call everyone to it and get things started. It's no different this time, even with Saber's offer of the Breeding Centre, so no one should be surprised.
Or maybe they should be, just a little. There's no tables with food, no chairs or couches to sit on. Just Lightning and a whiteboard at the back of the building, with a sketch of the Radio Tower in thick black marker on the board. Once everyone is inside, she turns to the board.]
The plan is relatively simple. Anyone with something capable of using Smokescreen will go up to the roof and flood the ventilation ducts with smoke. We wait until the people inside have cleared out, then head in while in disguise and mop up anyone left behind, non-lethal methods only. Once that's done, we split into squads and search for anything we can use to prove that it's Team Rocket holding the tower, and then we get out and go our separate ways.
[through out all of this, she's been making marks on the board; lines and "x"s to the roof, and more of both to the front door. But now she puts the marker down, staring at the board as if holds the answers to all of lifes questions.]
We have no blueprints or map. Everyone you see here is all the backup we're going to get. We're only going to get one shot at this. [she sighs quietly, then puts her shoulders back.]So. [she turns back to face them, hands loose at her hips.] Any questions or ideas?
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Care to share what's on your mind, Riku?
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Just hoping this all works out, I guess. This is our one big shot, and we can't afford to blow it.
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[It's a bit of a joke to lighten the mood, really.]
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