Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-32600226-20190313061633

While there were a good deal of power lines running under the ground in the park, the only point where they went above ground was the stage platform where the heating machine was plugged in and a small shack, just visible on the other side of the plaza. Meanwhile Bando found that the closest thing to a sewer entrance were small drainage grates. Fortunetly there was no shortage of bushes and trees ringing the central plaza, though the snow covering the ground presented dangers of it's own.

As they watched, an emaciated figure stepped into the light of the plaza from the west. As he approached the stage area the team could make out that it appeared to be an elderly man dressed in rags that looked woefuly insufficent against the cold. Once within ten feet of the stage, the white armored soldiers seemed to take notice of his presence, turning to face him, one even raising his weapon briefly before lowering it. Looking up at the figures above him the old man said something the team couldn't hear and raised his hands in an obvious gesture of pleading. After seeing this five of the soldiers looked at the last soldier who nodded briefly. At this two of the soldiers holstered their rifles and jumped down towards the man. One of them reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled something out, holding it towards the old man. Gratefully the old man shuffled forward, focused on whatever the soldier was holding out. As the old man got close the other soldier slowly moved to the old man's side before in one quick practiced movement, drew a knife and stabbed the man in the back of the neck while simulatinously putting a hand over his mouth.

The old man died almost instantly and the soldier drew out his knife while shifting his hold to catch the corpse. Looking up, the soldier who had baited the old man called out and the team could make out a few words, "makes...enough yet?". Looking back the one who had nodded called back while pointing back west where the old man came from, "should...close...soon enough." At this the two who jumped down started to move off in the direction he pointed, one dragging the corpse, the other drawing his lasrifle again. The remaining four went back to talking around the heater, though they now sent occasional glances around the area.

Mean while Waycrest heard Martin come over the vox as he watched the checkpoint. "Checkpoint? Hmm," he heard Martin mutter. "Two guards sounds to small, there may be more partolling the area, or a garrison a little further into the city." Over the vox Waycrest heard a thump and faintly a muffled shot followed by two more thumps and a dragging sound. Shortly he heard Martin speak again though he sounded strained as though engaged in physical labor. "Listen, I should have some more information soon, until then, act on your best judgement, but don't let them raise an alarm. Martin out"

As the Interrogator said this Waycrest spotted a pair of the white clad soldiers jogging south towards the check point from the other side. As they got to it, they called out to the soldier manning the heavy stubber. With both enhanced hearing and his helmets auto senses the marine heard, "Oi, Clarkson! Storm's coming soon, why don't ya stop blindin everyone within a mile of the hut and come and warm up with us! Let Basil and Jackson stop warmin their backsides and start their patrol." Sure enough the man at the heavy stubber stood up and switched the lights to a dimmer setting before climbing down a ladder on the other side of the checkpoint, making it to the doors of the checkpoint at the same time as the two who had been jogging and heading into some back room. Shortly another white dressed figure stepped out of the back room and joined the one who had been visible inside the checkpoint. Together they left the checkpoint and started jogging south, staight towards where Waycrest had concealed himself. While they didn't seem to have noticed him yet, in a few seconds they would be right on top of him.