<strong>Name:</strong>Giga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Town Hall (end of post)<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Storming & Securing Houses 1 & 2; Bringing Prisoner; Staking A Claim<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Maria, Ricky<br/><br/>Giga parked near the bus. His vehicle was one of the slower ones, but that lack of speed came with it durability and all-terrain capability. The back and forth on the radio was the same old same old, and Giga did not even bother to respond to it. Maybe someone would take issue with it later, maybe not: Giga did not, in the moment, particularly give a fuck. He looked through the back of his HMMWV, looking at all the weapons that he would not be using because the orders were no killing. He looked at the grenade launcher, so empty and forlorn, and felt a deep pang of sadness that he had no ammunition for the thing. There was not even the thought that, next time, he could employ it to create explosions and carnage and run wild and free. He had warmer thoughts as looked over the rest of his weapons, feeling his heart flutter at the 7.62mm bullets that fed into the machine guns he kept. If Giga knew about the existence, or alleged existence, of God or something similar, he would no doubt give thanks every day that he had been blessed with weapons chambered for 7.62mm.<br/><br/>As it was, though, he selected his pistol and his ballistic shield. The pistol had decent stopping power with its .45ACP, but he could shoot someone and they could live and then doc could patch them up. And maybe they would get better, but who knew? Giga performed a quick brass check and general inspection, but the weapon was in working order. He had his bowie knife at his belt. There were so many more instruments of destruction that called out to him, reminding him of all the good times they had together in the past and entreating him to use them, so that this raid could be just as awesome and fun as the previous raids. But Giga just the door on them, leaving them secured in the up-armoured vehicle. Giga walked at a slow pace because he felt no special urgency, not because he was weighed down. The big raider was easily the biggest of the bunch, both in height and mass. He was jacked up as all fuck and it worked to his advantage as he wore heavy armour now: pieces from combat armour, riot gear, a bomb suit, and who knew what else. And the fucking ballistic shield. The thing was a back-breaker for a limp-dicked limp-wrist like Twitch, but Giga carried it around like Twitch carried the perpetual shame of being a perennial fuck-up. Which was to say that Giga was so accustomed to the weight that he was no longer really conscious of it and it was essentially a part of him.<br/><br/>While the rest of the raiders seemed to have the town hall taken care of - something that irked Giga, but such were the privileges of rank - he went off to search the houses. He entered the first across from the town hall, breaching the front door easily. He did a room by room sweep, encountering no resistance on the ground floor. The big guy broke discipline to pocket a couple cans of peaches - who knew if they would be good? They were still sealed. In any event, Giga tucked them into a pouch at his waist. He took the stairs up to the next floor, edging over a tripwire as he cleared them. There was an impact on the ballistic shield and then a jostling of metal - it looked like a spear gun or some kind of pneumatic weapon had discharged. The viewport on the shield was narrow, so Giga could not pinpoint where the object had come from.<br/><br/>"Come on out. I'm supposed to take you alive. This's just a smash and grab. Cooperate and no one's going in the dirt." The huge raider called out.<br/><br/>"Like fuck, you soulless piece of shit!" Came an angry voice, and a red-haired male stuck his head out to hurl something at Giga. Whatever it was, it bounced off and landed on the ground, harmless and inert. It appeared to be a frying pan. There was some grease on the cooking surface, suggesting that it had been in use as the raid had begun.<br/><br/>Giga advanced. He stormed into the room, and just found the one guy behind an overturned wooden desk. He had a wooden chairleg in both hands, the discarded pneumatic gun discarded beside him. Giga dwarfed the red-head, and holstered his pistol and let the ballistic shield fall to the ground. While he was no virtuoso of fisticuffs like Dom, Giga was good enough to take down one scrub villager. Seeing Giga disarm, the redhead made the mistake of rushing. He must have thought he would have a window of opportunity, and Giga's lip turned up into a sneer behind his mask. The big man shoved his shoulder forward, slamming his bulk into the oncoming red-head. This not only stopped the oncoming townie, but it knocked him back, hard. The townie hit the desk that he had taken refuge behind only moments before, and hit his head on the way down. It put him out for the count. Giga noted that the townie had a club foot, which probably explained why he had not made it to the town hall with the other townsfolk.<br/><br/>Unlike the others, Giga did not have cuffs or anything, so he had to improvise, and used a spare shirt to bind the townie's hands behind his back. Giga hauled the guy along, and picked up his shield on the way out. Down the stairs he hoisted the townie over his shoulder, stepping over the trip wire again. He would have to remember to mention to someone that the trap was there - probably Steve. Little gearhead knew all about that sort of shit. Giga dumped his current load down on the ground, secured and unconscious, before proceeding into the next house, drawing his pistol. He found, unfortunately, that there was no action to be had. He cleared the ground floor and the second floor, encountering no resistance. He did succeed in finding a concealed door that led to a basement and a still: home-made liquor was stored in sealed jugs off against the wall while more was distilled. The huge raider made a mental note so as to pass it along: they would have to haul it up and take it after things were secured. And keep Twitch the fuck away from it all; if he did not drop it, then he was liable to drink too much of it. Well more than the little fucker earned.<br/><br/>Giga worked his way up and out, trundling along to collect the unconscious red-head. Giga holstered his gun to carry the unconscious man unceremoniously into the town hall, winding his way into the area where they had all of the prisoners kept. The big raider dumped the prisoner alongside the rest of them, taking stock of who was there and what they looked like. He hoped that no one had laid a claim on anyone yet.<br/><br/>The enormous man's eye was caught by one of the females. A cute little red-headed slip of woman. He looked at her, saw the red flush of her face, and smiled behind the mask. "I want this one." Giga said, his voice deep and powerful, filled with a rolling, rich cadence that gave every word he spoke a disproportionate heaviness. The big man spoke more to himself than to Ricky or Lilly.