Name: Wade<br/>Tag: Jessamyn, Rutilius<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That's all we get?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Whut?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"That what the pony said..."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"What that was a briefing?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't know...."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Did he mistake us for someone?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I don't think so." </span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"What should we do?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Follow them? If we don't like that, we can take their heads of and collect their bounty."</span></div><br/><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Ohhhh, that sounds like fun. Do we have our backstabbing knife with us?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Stabby? Sure."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Should we leave a package here too?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I think that is against etiquette."</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Awhhh maaaan."</span></div><br/><br/>Wade smiles at Jessamyne,<em>"If I do my work right, you won't see me there."</em>He laughs and walks out of the bar, collecting his weapons on the way out.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Did ya see that ass on that woman?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"We did, and I think she saw us ogling."</span></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh that is kind of awkward."</span></div><br/><br/>He's busy defusing the preplanted explosives and putting them back in the trunk of his rental car.<em>"Let's see... we take that and that and that and that, some of those and that can never hurt... us."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"What do we know about the Golden Pick?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Typical Dwarf bar, so it's build low."</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Ahhh going on the roof next to it?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Yes, easy to get sight into it through the windows."</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Munition?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">".50 HEIAP, should bring the joy through every little dwarven skull or whatever should there be."</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Alrighty. Let's change and move on."</span></div><br/><br/>Whistling Wade talkes a Walkie-Talkie and walks over to the club, giving it Rutilius.<em>"If you need to contact me, press the button and talk. I'm watching from above."</em>Still whistling he goes back to his car and drives to the Pub, donning his camouflage, nearly invisible in the shadows he climbs an emergency staircase up to the roof of the building next to the pub. With the precision of a clockmaker he assembles his rifle, putting a big silencer in front of the muzzle. Through the optic he watches the inside of the dwarven tavern.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><em>"Hey, what's the start signal?"</em></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><em>"I think we will see or hear it." </em></div>