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Greyhawk HMG-4h
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//Archives.....//
//Files.....//
//#12353.....//
//Opening....//
//Major Mikeal...//
//Log # 158//
The elevator rung a light jazz tune as we ascended. No one spoke, the dinging of the floors we passed continued for what seemed like hours. The elevator slowed at ground floor 3. The doors slung open and we where met by 20 or so guards.
“Oh shit!” Grapes shouted as he franticly smacked the control panel on the elevator. The doors slowly closed as the guards opened fire. We all huddled to the sides and watched the bullets wiz by. Small dents filled up the doors.
We all grabbed a weapon from the cart. Olaf slung the HMG he found earlier over his shoulder. It could only be hip fired but held a greyhawk logo, which gave me some comfort. I didn’t know how it got here, but I felt as if greyhawk had once again planned ahead.
A ding came as the door opened again. Olaf charged the HMG and let loose a hail of bullets. The guards where helpless to the Large caliber Greyhawk 408. The ‘chug chug chug’ that came from the HMG’s internals was almost relaxing.
“common, cell block 3201 is only 3 blocks away. As we go there are a few stops we will make. I have little pockets of men who know the plan. ” the warlord said.
“Alright lets move” I said
The blocks where already burning from the riots. I had no idea it had started this soon, but what could I expect from the warlord. We sprinted through the cell blocks, a run and gun technique was the only technique that would work. If we bunkered down to get into a firefight, we would be surrounded quickly. The first stop we made was at cellblock 3204. A skinny man with a hawk like face and slicked back hair stepped out from a dark cell.
The shouting and crackling from the riots echoed from behind us. The hawk faced man shook hands with us and introduced himself as “The Diplomat.” he had a permanent grin on his face, and he took 7 guns and ammo for all of them. He smiled and shook hands with us once again.
“Alright, next stop is cell block 3202, we have two stops there. Then we find your techie and then step 3” shouted the warlord, a distant explosion rocked the building, I knew this had only begun.
//log end….//
Greyhawk HMG-4h
Don‘t be afraid to note or comment
//Archives.....//
//Files.....//
//#12353.....//
//Opening....//
//Major Mikeal...//
//Log # 158//
The elevator rung a light jazz tune as we ascended. No one spoke, the dinging of the floors we passed continued for what seemed like hours. The elevator slowed at ground floor 3. The doors slung open and we where met by 20 or so guards.
“Oh shit!” Grapes shouted as he franticly smacked the control panel on the elevator. The doors slowly closed as the guards opened fire. We all huddled to the sides and watched the bullets wiz by. Small dents filled up the doors.
We all grabbed a weapon from the cart. Olaf slung the HMG he found earlier over his shoulder. It could only be hip fired but held a greyhawk logo, which gave me some comfort. I didn’t know how it got here, but I felt as if greyhawk had once again planned ahead.
A ding came as the door opened again. Olaf charged the HMG and let loose a hail of bullets. The guards where helpless to the Large caliber Greyhawk 408. The ‘chug chug chug’ that came from the HMG’s internals was almost relaxing.
“common, cell block 3201 is only 3 blocks away. As we go there are a few stops we will make. I have little pockets of men who know the plan. ” the warlord said.
“Alright lets move” I said
The blocks where already burning from the riots. I had no idea it had started this soon, but what could I expect from the warlord. We sprinted through the cell blocks, a run and gun technique was the only technique that would work. If we bunkered down to get into a firefight, we would be surrounded quickly. The first stop we made was at cellblock 3204. A skinny man with a hawk like face and slicked back hair stepped out from a dark cell.
The shouting and crackling from the riots echoed from behind us. The hawk faced man shook hands with us and introduced himself as “The Diplomat.” he had a permanent grin on his face, and he took 7 guns and ammo for all of them. He smiled and shook hands with us once again.
“Alright, next stop is cell block 3202, we have two stops there. Then we find your techie and then step 3” shouted the warlord, a distant explosion rocked the building, I knew this had only begun.
//log end….//