<div class="floatleft">(http://www.inyourbones.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/David400-228x350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shooting the Breeze<br/><hr/><br/>Ryan smile turned sympathetic as she told him about her problem, or what she knew of it, anyways. Changing the battery, which meant that she had had problems before this, but a lot of time changing the battery, especially on an older model, meant a lot of other problems if she didn't change out some other parts too. Since car batteries were generally not one-size fits all, an older model might not have the same voltage as a newer battery, and since they didn't have the batteries especially made for older models just lying around... well, he still didn't know much about cars, but perhaps the new battery had caused one or more of any number of vital parts to burn out.<br/><br/>But, since she asked," I... don't work here. Just a friend of a owner's, that dried up old raisin you see over there," He pointed at Vern," And I don't know much about cars. Motorcycles are more my cup of... well, specialty anyways," Why had he been about to say cup of tea? Wasn't that a British phrase?<br/><br/>"Anyways, it's nice to meet you Vivienne, and since I get dumped on with problems about motorcycles that need fixing, hearing about a car is a pretty nice change of pace. At least you don't expect me to fix your ride for free. I'm pretty sure I can convince ol' Vern - He's the owner of this dump -  to put your vehicle up as a priority and even convince him not to overcharge you," Ah, old stereotypical jokes were the best kind of jokes. He chuckled a bit under his breath and returned his focus to Vivienne.<br/><br/>"If it takes too long, I can even give you a lift to your work, if you don't mind riding motorcycles. Otherwise, I can probably call you a cab."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cc/04/03/cc0403bccab4556a308aa15f1d30a366.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s3media.247sports.com/Uploads/Assets/406/958/2958406.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Agents Davis and Davis (No Relation)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Louisiana / August 1st, 2017 / 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Vivienne Rayne Beaux<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing to shoot more than the breeze.<br/><hr/>Well, it wasn't like they had an arsenal. They had turned down backup, which meant that if they needed it, it would take about an hour or longer for a full tactical team to get out here to the Middle-of-Nowheresville. Between the four agents, they each had their service weapon, two MP-7s and Martinez had a combat knife. Maybe four extra magazines for the sub-machine guns and two extra mags for each of the service weapons. Well, it wasn't an arsenal, but more than enough to make sure that everything went smoothly.<br/><br/>It was decided quickly that Agents Young and Robert Davis would be carrying the MP-7s, while Martinez and Cameron Davis would be going in with their service Glocks. Cameron had wanted to have the MP, but was denied by Robert.<br/><br/>"You haven't earned it," He said pompously while slapping a magazine into the firearm, earning him quick and weird looks from Young and Martinez. Jogging across the street and into a spot where they wouldn't be seen by the people inside the lot, they held a quick planning meeting. Martinez immediately took charge.<br/><br/>"We're in quick and clean. We clear the perimeter and take down the Evees and bring them back to mine and Young's car."<br/><br/>"Why your car?" Robert asked.<br/><br/>"Because it's closest to our exit location, dumbass. Since we don't have any way of subduing them, we have to keep our guards up at all times. We still don't know what these guys are capable of, so keep your corners and watch your six. Both targets are outside, so there should be some minimal fuss. You got it?"<br/><br/>All three agents nodded and gave their weapons one last check-up.<br/><br/>"'Tis the season to kick some ass, am I right Cam?" Robert said, sliding the hammer back in his submachine gun and slipping a round into the chamber.<br/><br/>"It's... like, closer to Thanksgiving, man. That joke only works around Christmas time."<br/><br/>"Whatever. I'll take point," He called, immediately doing so and breaching the perimeter of the lot by jogging through the front gate, weapon at the ready. The three other agents joined them, quickly checking their corners and gravitating to where both of the Evolved were standing, at the door of one of the building.<br/><br/>"Put your hands where we can see them!" Martinez yelled, his own weapon pointed at Ryan and standing a good 5 yards from the man, with the other four agents flanking him, brandishing their weapons," You are under arrest!"