There’s three of us bringing up the rear now!
“The Ray of Huracan. We don’t know that’s a myth but there are some evidence about that. The second president of Gasmea, Roy Sullivan (president of Gasmea from 1780 - 1784), was reportedly a time traveller came from the 1980s as per some reports claimed. So does Fredrick Anhult, the famed Hetvesian scientist from the 19th century, as well as Ariya’s famed singer Masako Musashi of the 1980s, and more recently, Jake Hootes, the well-known Gasmean-born electric vehicle entrepreneur from the Frunian automaker Voltic. Apart from those famous people there are way more reports of normal citizens that have been done that as well. But nevertheless…”
PROLOGUE
Lucia woke up inside the hotel Carol took them to. The first thing that she saw is a television, which is way different from what was sold in 2006. She also noticed that there was a bag of chips, which had a expiry date on April 2022.
L: Gosh. Things does looks way different 16 years later. Is this a dream?
She then also saw a Surface Pro, belonging to Carol. She was weirdly fascinated about that and tried to use it. Surprisingly, the laptop isn’t locked.
L: Carol’s stuff, maybe. That laptop looks pretty fascinating, we only have half-ton monsters with CD drives and the girl from the future have this? And by the way, when does Microsoft made things like these?
She then opened the laptop and the first screen she saw was about an event. An event which is a rally running from Nevada to some place she don’t even know (its Crugandr but lets pretend that she does not know about that, kay?).
She tried to opened some apps and she saw things that aren’t in her time. Instagram. TikTok. Spotify. And a whole lot of others that she took a while to learn about that. Suddenly, footsteps came from the room. She thought the footsteps were from Carol, but infact it wasn’t. Its an unknown male wearing a white suit.
L: “Who are you?”
Man: “Huh. Time travellers. Come with me. We will help you for that. Join us. Or else…”
tooks out knife
Man: “…eat this.”
Lucia was kinda scared for about that threat. Suddenly, Carol, now armed with a Glock pistol, suddenly came from her back.
C: “Go away from the girls. You imbecile.”
Man: “A Time Agency agent, huh. Well, say goodbye then, if you dare to fight with me.”
A brawl was started against Carol and the man. While at the fight, Maria woke up.
M: “What just happened?”
C: “Maria, Lucia, lets leave this place, I’ll take care of this guy.”
M: “Okay.”
The duo left while the brawl between Carol and the man continued. After that, Carol managed to escape from the man by jumping out of a window.
[TBC]
Fallen Angels of The Past
Note: the story is a based of a non-canon version of Carol Lee, the “real” Carol is really just some random car reviewer, not some time-travelling agent who disguises as that. But do expect some non-canon versions of her in future stories lol
Wait, what…who is even Carol Lee to start with? Lol.
the world may never know
TEAM HILLBILLY ROLLERS
PROLOGUE PART 0.4 - ROBOTMAN
The van was now loaded up with the following stuff to be race-ready.
Long boring list
- A tool chest with the most necessary hand tools for a roadside emergency repair.
- A small acetylene torch if welding/soldering/heating should be needed at the side of the road, of course also welding and soldering rod
- A spare starter and alternator
- Spare ECUs for the ignition and single point injection system
- Spare spark plugs, plug wires, rotor and dizzy cap
- Some rolls of wiring, fuel hoses and vacuum hoses
- Duct tape, electrical tape
- Chemical metal, super glue, epoxy glue
- Iron wire, nylon rope and plastic straps
- A spare battery
- A fully charged jump starter
- Jumper cables
- Sand ladders
- Cans of motor oil, ATF, coolant and kerosene
- A set of spare tyres and wheels + a can of puncture repair spray
- A foot pump
- Jack and jackstands
- Spare bulbs and fuses
- A spare headgasket (straightforward job on the 4Z engine)
- Spare cam- and fan belt
- Spare water pump
- Axe, knife, spade bow saw and a chain saw with a full tank of gas
- An alcohol stove
- Lots of cans of Bullens Pilsnerkorv (canned hot dogs that is more or less a cult food in Sweden, Bullens pilsnerkorv - Wikipedia )
- Some reindeer jerky
- Some beer cans and jars of moonshine and kilju ( Kilju - Wikipedia )
- A tent and sleeping bags
There should maybe not be much space left in the van by now, but a box is a box and there is always somewhere to put more stuff.
JANNE: So, now I have loaded the van, and I have also wired up the dixie horn, the most important thing of them all, I think we are ready to go now.
MARIE: So, where is the race start then.
ANDREAS: Uhm…let me read this e-mail again… Ne…Nevada???
MARIE: NEVADA? Are you nucking futs! That’s like…well, at least a million kilometers from Armasjärvi! How the hell are we supposed to get the van to fucking Nevada?
ANDREAS: Uhm…you mean that road 99 does not lead to Nevada?
MARIE: Well, during all my years in school there was actually two geography lessions I did not skip, you skipped all of them so you should not teach me about this!
JANNE: Stop fighting, have I ever failed before?
ANDREAS, MARIE: Yeah, with like everything you have ever done.
JANNE: Good, now I managed to get the two of you to agree on something, instead of fighting, I was born a leader, right?
One hour later, Janne came back, wearing something that looked very strange.
JANNE: Andreas, Marie, get into the van, we need to check if everything works like it should.
MARIE: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?
ANDREAS: Let’s see. You have an old hard hat on your head, to which you have duct taped an old black/white game boy, with wires that is connected to an old backpack, from which an old TV aerial is poking out, and in your hand you have a remote to an old VCR…
MARIE: HEY, THAT REMOTE IS FROM MY VCR!
JANNE: Stop complaining, you can watch all the movies you like on Pornhub nowadays.
ANDREAS: But why the fuck are you walking around looking like an idiot?
JANNE: Because I want to know how it feels like, I don’t have the experience of having to do that everyday like the two of you, now, get into the van. Andreas, take it out on road 99, and then…floor it! And I mean absolutely floor it.
Later, on road 99
JANNE: Now…FLOOR IT!
ANDREAS: It is a slow ass 4 cylinder slushbox van, don’t expect too much…
Janne is quietly pressing the buttons on the VCR remote in a very special order. The van accelerates with a speed that would make any Gryphon gear jealous, and then…
(Just imagine something looking like this and even more important, sounding like this, but replace the spaceship with a pink van)
MARIE: What… the… fuck… is… happpapappapapapennninininininggggggggg…
ANDREAS: I can hardly see out of the windindindindindindshsihshhileelelleddddd…
JANNE: WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T RELEASE THE ACCELELELELERARATATATOOTOORORORORR…
The van is now heading towards a very bright cyan light that looks very strange. It is almost if the whole world has turned into something transparent. Then everything is dead silent for a moment. Quiet. Peaceful. And then…
RADIO: bzzz…SCRATCH… “YOU’RE LISTENING TO KCYE THE COYOTE 102.7 FM…”
JANNE: So…are we in Nevada or what?
MARIE: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
JANNE: Thank you for not throwing out your VCR. What would we have done without it?
The pink van now were heading towards the horizon where the race start was waiting, so far away but yet so close…
TO BE CONTINUED
Team Slow
Part 1- Are we trapped in a simulation? WE ARE? WE ARE!
After fixing up our luxury shitbox, we fill up the trunk with the following:
The most boring item list in the history of this forum, it will bore you out and make you sleep.
x3 jerry cans filled with Kerosene
A toolbag with wrenches of various sizes, a few ratchets.
Duct tape
WD-40
2 matresses, air.
Air pumps for the tires and matress
Engine compression tester
A spare tire (the included one with the car)
Laptop
Jackstands
Car jack
Propane stove
Welder.
A-are we in a game? As John says while he’s placed into a simulation after being sucked into a tv
Matt: We are?? Oh no how do we get out??? How?? as noises from the garage tv is heard.
M: Oh hey at least we can try go out of the HDMI port
J: Are you sure?? Let’s give it a shot.
They try to go into a HDMI connection but are now trapped in a game of test drive unlimited
M: Damnit! We’re in 2006. And In Hawaii. I feel much younger than I am. Oh and I got my brick phone. John, do you still have your car
J: Yeah…. No. Oh atleast there’s this AC Cobra in the garage. And this Mustang.
M: wait no the disc tray is being ejected! W-
A game of Forza Motorsport 2 gets inserted
J: Oh no… How do we get out the game?
M: Get to the Xbox guide, then eject the game and in time we fly out.
J: Alright.
Meanwhile they get ejected out the Xbox and fly out of the disc tray and return to present day.
J: Oh hey we’re back in 2022.
M: that was a time travel.
Back to the car.
J: So we got everything we need, fixed the busted bulb?
M: Yup.
J: so far we are not in a simulation.
They finish welding up the diy roof rack.
We will all be in lunatic asylum before this is over…
Well, I suppose it’s expected that people are trying to out-weird each other. It’s still a good bit of fun.
The Witchlight
Somewhere on another plane.The Consortium Master Janni’karian was pondering the scrysphere, checking relayed messages between the branches of the Wildnight Consortium. The same usual drivel, updates from the south, new elemental type found in the plane of air, an email from outside the known cosmos, a new queen in rouglan, some new grand adventurers slay Drar’geth the Nightmare Lord.
The master realized something he passed over. Go back, go back. A message from outside the known cosmos? he thought. Maybe I can call on… them, to deal with it.
It was an early morning. Elist had made a grand error in their ways last night. Challenging a Hobgoblin to a shot-for-shot drinking game was definitely not the best idea. They opened their eyes to the wooden roof of the tavern. It was definitely bright. Pushing themselves into a seated position, there sat on a chair, reading some of her weird scriptures, was Kira, in her humanoid form curiously.
“Morning Sleepyhead,” Kira chimed noticing Elist finally stirring, “Ambay and Finne have already gone downstairs, I was waiting around until the demon rose once again.” Elist gave a sharp glare toward her, and pulled themselves out of bed. Kira noticed the cue, and exited to find her friends.
“Well, Ambay,” the loud voice of Finne boomed up from the dining hall, “Seems like we’ve got a job! Blessed Erastil, the Consortium have finally given us something to do.” Kira floated down the stairs, now back in her fox-like form. Without hesitation she approached the table Ambay and Finne were seated at, taking a seat next to the lizard.
“You’re praising Erastil, so that means it must be good, right?” Kira said as she slot into the seat.
“Abso-fucking-lutely it’s good. Come straight from the Master’s own fuckin mouth!” Finne shouted into the empty dining hall. The Elven bartender gave a curious look, which Finne quickly dismissed.
“What is the Job, Effy. Do I get to fight?” Ambay finally spoke up, much to the shock of Finne. Kira assumed he’d said nothing for over an hour, then.
“Well, Mister Silent, I was waiting until Elist got here, then we can go over the job. Don’t wanna leave a witch out of the light.” Ambay just shrugged, before going back to his very much overfilled meal.
Ten or so minutes passed until Elist finally appeared at the table, seating herself on the lap of Kira.
“So, what have I missed?” Elist said as they sat.
“Well, now that the whole squad is here, Ambay,” Finne glared briefly at the lizard before continuing, “The Consortium Master themselves sent us a job! Apparently, it came from outside our known cosmos. No idea how it got here, but, they said one of the archmages figured out how to, like, back trace the source or something.” Elist looked confused, Kira looked surprised, and Ambay’s face never changes.
“Uh, so, do we have any idea what the message actually is?” Kira finally said.
“I’m lucky you asked! As a matter of fact, they had a scribe reproduce the message.” Finne passed the replication of the Shitbox Rally email to Kira. The pair of Kira and Elist looked over the message for a few moments.
“Finne, the fuck is a) a car, b) the United States, and c) GPS?” Kira finally said after a moment longer.
“Apparently, The Archmages said that… well, some weird shit might happen when we get sent to where the message came from…” There was a sheepish look on Finne’s face, “And we don’t really have a choice in the matter, due to, ya know, the contract and all that?” Ambay stood from the table, shifting the entire table toward Finne. He gave a swift nod toward Kira and Elist, before grabbing Finne by the shoulder.
“We will find equipment. You two can talk, speak with the Archmage. I worry for Foxkin’s faith.”
I’m having a blast writing for this challenge so far lmao, good stuff madrias
Team Wayfarers.
Two days before the rally, Inverness-shire.
Weather: overcast, with a cool breeze.
Jill watched Jack creep from under the truck, brush the dust off his faded blue overalls, and give her a winning grin.
“So, is everything in order?” she asked. “Aye, I double checked everything and it was just as I had said: surface rust as far as the eye can see, but otherwise solid. Cherno’s a beast.”
Jill nodded, pleased. “Cherno?”
“Cherno, short for Chernobog, an Easter European mythical beast. I think it suits it.”
“If you say so. Now, let’s go through the checklist one more time,” she said, waving the clipboard at him. “We need to be prepared.”
“Aye, go ahead,” Jack said, glancing back at the truck.
“Food and water?”
“Check. 5 gallon drum of water, and a crate filled with canned and dry goods, cat food and litter, camping supplies and a few treats.”
“Treats?” She asked, warily.
“Aye. A few bottles of good whisky, a multipack of Iron Bru, some chips and marshmallows, that sort of thing.”
“You do realise we are going rallying, not gallivanting, right?”
“Aye,” Jack laughed, “but we can still do it in style.”
“Fine,” Jill sighed. “Spare parts?”
“Check. I got two spare tyres thrown in when I bought it, fresh spark plugs, a spare carb, oil, tool box, a jack…”
“Fine, fine,” Jill cut him off. Jack loved his work and, given the chance, he’d be going on all night. “Did you pack your shotgun?”
“Check,” he said, “But you know it’s for birdshot, right? I can take down a pheasant, and not much more.”
“Ah, but they won’t know that.”
“They?” Jack asked, confused.
“Riffraff, highwaymen, bandits,” Jill listed, “pirates, assassins…”
“Aye, noted. Crugandir is fantasy Glasgow, got it. All that’s left is to get a barrel of fuel, and we’re ready to go.”
“Crugandir, and the other kingdoms, are a place of freedom, magic, and wonder. It’s not sanitised like your world…” She paused, smirking, “…and there are no speed cameras.”
“When can we move there?” Jack blurted out, in awe.
Jill laughed, and wistfully wondered aloud.
“Someday, maybe, but it’s a complicated place. It’s great beauty comes with great danger, and I need you to respect that.”
Jack walked over to Jill and enveloped her in his arms.
“I now see where you get it from.”
“You cad!” She cried, but was pleased nonetheless. “We’ll be fine if you follow my lead and use your head. Oh, and if you don’t try to pet the Iguanas.”
“What?” Jack wasn’t sure, but he thought he just had a stoke.
“Iguanas. We ride them, but they’re a handful. I know how you are when you find something cute. Now, let’s pack our bags and get a good nights rest. We set out tomorrow, and I want us to be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”
Just so yall know, i updated this post
It now includes car they gonna use and how they got it
TBH, at the pace Fruinia to Archana is running at the moment, I doubt that participating in both would be a struggle…
Studies in Quantum Xenoanthropology, Ep. 3
Link to the previous post (which incidentally is post 47)
“Good morning, everyone!” Senior Field Researcher Arthur McMillan opened the mission briefing for the planned quantum xenoanthropology study for the car rally from Nevada to Crugandr in quantum reality (QR) C388-47 (or -47 for short).
Besides McMillan at the table in the nondescript briefing room on the Galactic Quantum Xenoanthropology Institute space station was Ensign Ford, the designated second person to take part into the mission, on secondment from the Union spaceship Orville, three analysts who would be in charge of external mission control and preliminary data analysis, and of course T’Mir, the director responsible for the whole endeavour.
“Based on our understanding of the human cultures on Sol III in QR -47, we decided to have me and Ford assume the role of technologists from an area called the Silicon Valley in the state of California. This place is not named for deposits of the raw material, but rather for its use in high-tech digital components. Our alter egos will take part in the rally to take time off between stressful entrepreneurial jobs doing what the local inhabitants would call ‘soul searching’ - which is nothing sinister or transcendental, but just a metaphorical term for introspection and self-reflection.”
Arthur took a quick glance at his notes and continued. “Assuming such roles will give us plenty of advantages for our mission: an excuse for our general curiosity, our rational orientation in a quite hedonistic culture, and also our unfamiliarity with the outdoors and social situations in general. It will also save us on wardrobe - unassuming but high-quality clothing of dark colours and otherwise little variety will be seen as not unusual for such people. In fact, some inhabitants of the Silicon Valley boasted to own only one type of shirt.”
One of the analysts chimed in: “We are currently working to provide you with something with the exact look and feel of the clothing for your target culture, but of course it will also be nano-enhanced for modern comfort and our hygienic standards.”
“So we are going to have to wear the same drab things every day?”, Ford wondered.
Arthur was puzzled. “You, of all people, should be familiar with the concept of a uniform, coming from a Union starship.”
“But we are not wearing our uniforms off-duty”, Ford replied. “And they have bright colours, red, blue, green.”
“Well, ours will not”, Arthur stated. “And you will be always on-duty anyway, lest we drop our guard and draw undue attention to ourselves.”
Ford’s enthusiasm for the mission seemed to have dropped quite a bit all of a sudden.
Undaunted, Arthur continued. “The other key piece of equipment of course will be the combustion-engined vehicle with which we will take part in the rally. It will be a car, called the Mara Kanyon, which we actually acquired in Archana on another human inhabited planet in QR -50 in a previous expedition. Have our latest analyses indicated any issues with the car’s quantum states when we bring it from one QR to the next?” He looked at the analysts sitting across the table from him.
They shook their head. “No issues there, Arthur. The Kanyon should be actually quite familiar to the human inhabitants of Sol III in QR -47, so that quantum transference should not be any problem.”
“Excellent”, Arthur continued. “I understand the car is a somewhat rare combination; its combustion engine is quite weak and rough, but more importantly for us it has quite a comfortable interior, since that’s where we will be spending most of our time. There is also a automatic gearbox controlled by a primitive computer - otherwise you would have to do what is called ‘shifting gears’ manually.”
He looked at Ford who breathed a sigh of relief as manual shifting had proven to be quite challenging for him in the simulator.
Analyst Bennie continued on cue from Arthur. “In the recent days, we installed a small sarium krellide-powered computer processing unit and data storage in the car, running a sophisticated AI to support you in your mission. We also installed concealed wide-lens nano-cameras fitted to all sides of the car to permanently record the surroundings and behaviours for later analysis. We can further provide you with personal access display devices in the shape of - what they call, I believe, ‘tablet computers’ - appropriate for the era. These ‘tablets’ seem to run a regular operating system called Android, but underneath they work according to our standards and can communicate with the embedded central computer.”
“It would be wise for us not to lose these devices”, Arthur added, half looking at Ford.
“Otherwise, we kept visible modifications of the car to the minimum. There is, however, a small generic display unit above the magnetic tape player/radio unit next to the driver’s seat. Since speech or audible noises have to be avoided, the AI will show comments written on the screen, accompanied by noises of typing on a mechanical keyboard to draw your attention. The AI is also hooked up to the car components, but a self-driving mode has to be activated manually.”
“We should of course only do this in emergency situations”, Arthur interjected. “Self-driving cars will be something quite a bit in the future for the humans in QR -47. Further away then they actually think. The backstory for this screen is, shall we need one, that this was a hobby project of ours.”
Bennie continued. “Among the equipment stored in the trunk are spare parts, a toolbox, and a drone for additional visual recordings. A small-scale matter replicator is also hidden in one of the boxes, but it should also only be used in emergencies.”
“Can we see this visual AI communication system in action?”, asked Ford. “I am not quite sure I get it how it works, just based on your description.”
“Sure”, Arthur stated and led the whole group to the research lab next door. “The AI is already programmed for the mission parameters, I presume?”
“Yes, Arthur”, one of the analysts confirmed.
In the research lab, they found the Mara Kanyon placed in the centre of the room, windows down. “Hello!” Arthur exclaimed. “We are here.”
Some clicking noises came from the interior of the car as if someone would indeed work ancient mechanical keys. Ford glanced through the open window onto the centre console where the display screen was supposed to be. And there he could see the AI’s reply.
Just a friendly reminder that this challenge’s deadline is in one week.
So far, I have cars and teams from:
@Caligari
@Executive
@BannedByAndroid
@interior
@TheYugo45GV
@Knugcab
@Fayeding_Spray
@MrdjaNikolen
If I haven’t mentioned your name, I don’t yet have your car.
The team name is on the end of each prologue I’ve made since my second post.
TL;DR: Fallen Angels of The Past
Ah, fair enough. I had it marked down that way in my sheet, but wanted some confirmation before I ran with it. Thank you.
Until today, nobody knew how the rays formed, appear, nor how do they work. User accounts claimed that the rays is exclusively shown in an area somewhere in Porto La Joya, and when the rays was appeared it was almost exclusively on a quiet place near the town. And of course, the time travels doesn’t stay long. People who claimed to encounter the rays are tasked to complete specific tasks, and then the user will be shown a portal to the place where they belong…
PROLOGUE
To avoid the unknown man from chasing them, the girls went for a hide in their car, and then drove away from the city without alerting anybody. When they entered the car, they saw a walkie-talkie, which was left by Carol for easier communication between them. There is also a note as well, presumbly left by Carol as well.
Several minutes later, Carol came to them while driving a 2005 Hinata Clara.
[conversation via walkie-talkie]
C: “Okay, follow me, sweeties.”
L: “Erm…what?”
C: “Just follow me. No questions?”
The duo started the journey by following Carol’s car. They are still confused at what happened. They thought Carol is some sort of reviewer and “online video platform maker” (which we call them “YouTuber”), but what they are not sure, is who the heck Carol actually is.
But they didn’t care at the time, and they kept following Carol’s car until they arrived at an abandoned gas station located somewhere at the Mojave Desert.
The girls started a fireplace near the abandoned gas station. Then they started to have a small talk between them, and Carol.
M: “So who are you, mademoiselle? Why do you know we’re are time travellers? Why do you save us?”
C: “If you want to know more about me, then sure. Infact I’m actually a member of the Time Agency. Yes, sure, it sounds like a joke, but the fact that the Drivers.com job is actually a cover from my actual job.”
L: “So what’s the Time Agency?”
C: “Time Agency? Yeah. That’s a group dedicated to protect and guide all the time travellers back to their places. The group is supposed to be formed 500 years later…which means that I’m actually one of the time travellers. But not the ones like you, though.”
M: “That means you’re a time traveller as well?”
C: Yeah. I’m not giving you any other info beyond that tho, since all personal info Time Agents are confidential due to laws or something.
L: “Another question. Who is that guy you faced against from?”
C: “He’s likely from the Prophecy Project. A group that finds time travellers worldwide, and tries to stop them by catching them to do illicit things and such before killing them, so watch out for them.”
Some small talk later the girls also found out that Carol is actually preparing a race, which is the race from Nevada to what place that they don’t know. But from Carol’s words, they was actually tasked to do that in order to make them return to the place where they belong.
Several hours later, they went back to sleep.
[TBC]
Fallen Angels of the Past
Aidan's family mechanic shop (JDM Specialists Ireland)
February 25th, 2022
Dublin, Ireland
Local time: 10:20 AM
Weather: Sunny and Clear
5 Days remain
The team gathered at the shop once again to pack up their supplies and gear. Every team member brought one bag each with two changes of clothes. They spent most of the morning loading up the green wagon with their gear. The two coolers for the food would be loaded up and put in the car when they departed for the US on the 27th. But today, Pavel had arrived with the weapons he had acquired and it was time to unpack them. Aidan found Pavel unloading FN Herstal rifle crates from his beige SFVM Dunav.
“Pavel has brought the weapons.” said Pavel.
Aidan nodded.
“I can see that, which ones do we have.”
Pavel pointed to the smallest crate sitting on top of a Walther rifle box.
“All the pistols are in the crate over here. We have one Makarov, two HK USPs both in .45 ACP, and the mark nineteen Desert Eagle is for you. I couldn’t find .44 magnum anywhere so I got .50 AE instead. Anyway, I decided that I get Makarov, Owen and Max get USPs and Karl gets the Glock 19. The Glock is in 9mm just so you know.”
Then he turned to the two big crates with the FN Herstal markings.
“These two crates are individual FN FAL rifles, extra magazines are in the boxes that I have yet to remove from my car.”
Turning around Pavel got a Kalashnikov marked crate from the trunk and placed it on the FAL crates
“In this one, there are five Zastava M92 rifles. All five are 7.62x39 variants.”
He then retrieved another weapon crate from the car.
“Then we have an M16A2 in this box here. Owen didn’t want the G36.”
Aidan nodded in acknowledgement. “And where’s the Walther WA2000?”
“Right here Capitan.” Pavel announced, setting the crate that contained it on top of the FN crates.
“Good, You can put the FALs, the Walther and M16 along with their respective ammunition types in the trunk with our luggage. I’ll pass the Krinkovs and the handguns out to the lads and before I forget did you find a way for us to get to America?”
Pavel nodded. “Yes, I have big surprise on the way. Dublin airport is where I will reveal it.”
“Huh. Interesting. How long do we have to wait?”
“Two days.”
“I see, keep up the good work Pavel.”
Weapons:
Desert Eagle XIX (Mark 19)
2x H&K USP 45
2x FN FAL 50.00
HK G36 (Replaced)
Makarov PM
5x Zastava M92 (Yugoslavian Krinkov copy)
Walther WA2000
Glock 19
The FALs, Walther and G36 go in the trunk (The M92s also go in there but will be passed out amongst the team once they pass through the “portal”.)
Supplies list update:
Shotgun shells (Removed)
M16A2 w/40mm M203 grenade launcher (Replaces G36)
.44 Magnum (Removed, Replaced by .50 AE)
Camp Stove and fuel
Sleeping bags
Dog food for Gunther
40mm Grenades (for the grenade launcher)
Spare magazines for all the guns.
Ditched the car tent (Max’s tent is big enough for him and Karl)
TO BE CONTINUED
Well, they’re certainly well armed. Probably not exactly a bad thing, either.