“Of course, dude,” you say in response. “This about how we did in the Paxton's?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head somberly. “No, they deserved every bruise and moment of that.” He takes a step into your room, his hand raising to brush through his sandy blond hair. “This is about me convincing you to come on a fucking nightmare cruise.”

“Skyler,-” you begin, before you are cut off.

“No, just- just let me do this,” he pleads, his hands dropping into his pockets. “You never would have been here if I didn't twist your arm into it,” he says sadly, eyes staring at the clichéd red carpet at his feet. “I knew you had just gotten your hand blew off, and I thought this sounded like exactly what you needed. I had no idea that it would be… This.” You had just watched this man torture a nineteen year old boy. Seeing him this close to tears was… unsettling. “I’m sorry, Jan.”

He gives you a small nod as he exhales through his nose, signifying he was done.

“I’m glad I came, Skyler,” you say to the worried contractor.

“Wuh-” he starts, his face twisting in confusion before you begin again.

“If teammates are gonna be in the shit,” you say as you stand from your seat on the bed, “I’ll do what it takes to get them out. My smuggled handgun may have saved our lives.”

He nods his head to side, slightly, conceding that point.

“Besides,” you resume, taking a few short steps until you’re face-to-face with Skyler. “Coming out of this with one little wound I may not even see Robinson for and a lost med kit? Things could have gone way worse, man.”

“Well,” he says after swallowing a knot in his throat, “I do guess the tertiaries are gonna be pretty fucking cool.” The joke is all it takes to let you know his mind is settled.

You turn him by the shoulder, and the two of you exit the small bedroom. You have a full day until the most well-protected ship in the world shows up to snag you, and a half-scavenged yacht to spend it on.

>Keep looking for tertiaries
>Hunt down some sort of private stash of booze, party the night away
>Socialize with the team and Jimbe
>Unwind, in your room, alone. (Time skip)

Only the time skip is exclusive.

>>486862
>Keep looking for tertiaries
>Socialize with the team and Jimbe
The alcohol is a tertiary with the shit on board, we shouldn't drink it when we can sell one bottle and buy a night of drinks back home. Also, we have had a bad past with drinking on this boat, so I don't think it would be a good idea. We also should be professional when we get picked up, so being hungover isn't a good idea.

good to see you again handler

>>486862
>>Keep looking for tertiaries
>Hunt down some sort of private stash of booze, party the night away
After we find something for our trouble we could sit out on the front deck and celebrate

>>486862
>>Keep looking for tertiaries
>>Socialize with the team and Jimbe

Getting dragged all over hell and back with the wife tonight. She doesn't understand our bond. Next post may be a bit. I'll write what I can, though

>>486862
>Keep looking for tertiaries
>Hunt down some sort of private stash of booze, party the night away


Today is a good day.

Is it time to murder people again?

“Come on,” you tell Skyler. “We have money to make. Let's pick this bitch clean.”

He grins ear to ear at that, and starts off down the hallway.

You go the opposite direction, and find Devin sorting through a mountain of fishing lures. He looks up at you, pure joy in his eyes. The avid outdoorsman must be in heaven. Also strewn about the room are various fishing poles, boat accessories, and what look like several sets of keys hanging on the far wall.

You continue walking, and before long hear some grunting in a small room off the bar. Peeking your head in, you see Poole struggling with a very heavy, veryumber of sealed liquor bottles and smallish wooden cases in a glass cabinet along one side of the room.

“I collect them,” she is all she offers at your confused look. You shrug, and continue on your way, searching for unclaimed goods.

Not long after you leave Poole to her struggles, you hear a muffled, “Oh, fuck yeah,” from what sounds like a floor up. You almost find a way up to see what he stumbled across, but have second thoughts as you realize you may not want to know.

Using your finger to pick a door open, you find what seems to be a theater. Televisions, computers, and a handful of gaming system. High school Jan would have been in bliss.

You’re not sure what to be snagging, though.

>Outdoors shit with Devin
>Classy shit with Poole
>Unknown shit with Skyler
>Techy shit alone
>Write in
>Also, choose what you’d like to talk about with whoever

>>486853
t. tommy thyroid

>>487081
Lets see what we can scavenge. Some expensive speakers and maybe a gaming system. We can always give it to Charlie. Now lets see what Skyler found.

>>487081
>>487081
>Classy shit with Poole
Feeding billionaires to sharks takes alot out of a man. Sometimes you just need a cigar that costs more than a mcjob makes in a year and a fifty year old Scottish whiskey. That and classy stuff has an excellent weight to money value. Also get a little bit of
>Techy shit
Discuss the fineries of looting with everyone, both practical observations and historic instances.

>>487081
>>Techy shit alone

>>487081
>>Techy shit alone

Techy shit, grabbing a little from Poole's room, then heading to find Skyler. Writing

You snag a pair of expensive looking speakers, a few large televisions, and a pair of consoles for you and Charlie. May as well.

You drop them off in your room, and decide to swing by that stash Poole was near. You grab a pair of large glass bottles and a large case. Opening it back in your room, it contains about thirty fat brown cigars and what looks like a silver cigar cutter inlaid into the box. Very classy.

The thick glass bottles swirl with a golden-brown liquid, which is sure to either sell for a fortune, or be quite the celebratory drink, whichever you choose.

You head up to the floor you heard Skyler on, and find Devin and Poole in the door, staring inside.

Skyler is in there, talking a mile a minute about a stash of mint condition comics, still in the plastic. He seems extremely excited.

You roll your eyes about he goes on about some edition number, and a question comes to mind.

“Say,” you ask of the three when Skyler pauses for breath. “What’s the coolest loot you’ve found since starting with Impact!?”

Devin is the first to speak, his eyes lighting up. “I came home from a warlord’s estate in Africa with an old H&H double barreled rifle. It’s hanging in my living room. Appraised at about $200,000.”

Poole whistles. “That’s some hot shit,” she says. “Mine was probably when we cleared some smugglers out of a German ancestral home. Ended up having this old grandfather clock shipped home. Sitting in my folks’ place in Manchester.”

She continues to surprise you with comments like that, but all sorts of people do all sorts of work. Sooner or later, an antiques collector would end up shooting people for a living.

“Oh, that’s a tossup,” Skyler interjects. “Either this fucking gold mine right now, or that bike I pulled from a Saudi terrorist funder’s garage. Drive it around to this day.”

All great answers, and make you hopeful for the kind of things you’ll be coming across.

>What to do now?
>Continue talking with the team (Specify)
>Explore the ship
>Unwind (Time skip)
>Write-in

>>487200
>Bike
Lol. Anyway, lets invite everyone out to the front of the boat to partake in some old whiskey. We could talk to them from there

>>487206
Top speed of about 280. He drove it to the plane that took you to Jakarta.

>>487200
>>Explore the ship

>>487206
>>487200
Second

“Well,” you respond, “there’s still plenty of sealed booze on the ship. Should we crack some open and toast to dead assholes?”

A chorus of affirmatives respond, and the four of you raid the bar for your preferred drinks on your way out to the deck.

Pulling up seats in front of the Poole, you pour your drink, a bottle of vodka with a name so Russian even you couldn't figure it out, and share your toasts as you watch the sun set over the jingle-thick island.

Skyler breaks the silence, almost guiltily.

“So, uh,” he says, clearly self-conscious about speaking at the moment. “Do we just like, live here now? Or how are we getting back to Atlanta?”

You curse yourself, realizing you never told them everything Tiffany relayed to you.

“The Titan should be here tomorrow afternoonish,” you tell the group, getting a number of oohs and aahs.

“How the hell do we warrant the Titan,” Skyler asks in response.

“Well,” you say, “judging on how pissed McDaniels was when I told him what was happening, my guess is the whole industry was chomping at the bit for their chunk of flesh.”

“Makes sense,” Devin says, shrugging. “They don't want people thinking they can get away with this shit.” He rises from his chair, walking towards the bow of the ship. “Sending the Titan and the Williams clan is a good way to do that. I don't know when the last time Damien killed anyone is, but I’ll bet my house he’s still the best in the business. Colt is the only one that could even come close.”

He walks back to the ship proper after making his goodnights. Seems he’s pretty done with today. Hard to blame him.

>Devin has the right idea. Get some sleep.
>Keep chatting with Skyler and Poole (Specify)
>Explore the ship
>Write-in

>>487351
>>Explore the ship
Maybe have a 'chat' with Jimbe, explain him that the situation as changed and what that would mean for him?

>>487351
>Explore the ship
make sure we aren't missing out on any money that could buy new things for Egor.

We'll pick up with this in the morning, guys. Thanks for playing.

Anyone around and wanna run?

>>487978
I'm around

>>487978

Hell yeah

>>487978
I'm around for a bit. No guarantees, though.

>>487978
Yo

>>487351
>>Explore the ship
>>487364
Seconding

Three's enough. Everyone want to explore the ship?

Full disclosure, I have some shit do around the house. Updates may be a while

>>488023
By all means, lets

>>487351

>Explore the ship

We can sleep on the Titan.

>>488023

I'm present and ready

You make your goodbyes as well, and begin wandering the yacht. You keep your g19 holstered, though. This place gives gives you the willies.

You begin your exploration in the trophy room. Half out of morbid curiosity, and half out of justification for what you to those people. This is the kind of shit Arne and Solomon were talking about, on your way back from Bogota. The kind of shit that is worse than you thought possible. The kind that leaves you drinking, alone and broken, at some dive bar in Hoboken or some other god forsaken place.

You take a look at each individual face, burning them into memory. You snag the rest of the flash drives, and leave the room, nearly sick.

You make your way out of the engine room, and into the wet dock. The jet skis and boat are still there, albeit with the boat giving off a slight crimson tint. A shark frenzy does that.

Roaming the hallways, this ship was classy at some point. Whether that stopped when you picked it apart, or when it was used as a staging ground for people hunting, you aren't sure. Skyler and Devin really did a great job clearing it out. Not a gold fixture or flat screen TV to be found anywhere. This was going to net you either a very nice payday, or a very well upgraded home.

As you pass the rooms, you see Poole entering hers. She gives you a small wave as her door closes. About all the social interaction you’ve come to expect from her.

You go upstairs to the suites. This is true luxury. Thick, rich carpets. Beds that could easily sleep four. Cabinets that had once been full of liquor and cigars. You really don't know why anyone with this kind of bank would turn to such a gruesome pass time.

You step through the room, and out onto a small deck area. Skyler is still in his chair, beer bottle in hand, staring into the dark jungle. He seems to be on the phone.

You glance down at your phone. About midnight. You wandered longer than you thought.

>Get some sleep, kill time until the Titan gets here.
>Go bother Skyler (With what?)
>Write-in

>>488064
>Write-in
See how Jimbe is doing.

>>488073
This, need to thank the guy somehow

>>488073

Seconding this

>>488064
>>Go bother Skyler (With what?)
Ask him what/who? he was doing earlier and talk about what you two are going to do with your shares of the loot

Going off to find Jimbe. Writing.

>>488080

Is it too late to suggest checking to see if the bedsheets are silk? I mean, high quality sheets and blankets aren't anything to turn up your nose at.

You decide to hunt down Jimbe. Well. Not hunt down. That phrase makes you a little uncomfortable now. But whatever.

You eventually find him in the wheelhouse, staring out into the ocean. He seems even younger now than he did on the island. This kid might be seventeen.

“You alright, Jimbe?”

His only answer is a solemn nod. You don't really believe him.

“What are you going to do now, since this is over?”

He begins to motion something, then thinks better. He produces a pen and paper.

He scribbles for a moment, then shows you the results.

>Don't know. Taken very young. Nowhere to go.

Well fuck. That complicates things.

“Well, I-we. We definitely owe you after the help you’ve given us. If there’s any way to repay you, just let us know.”

He thinks for a second, then begins writing again.

>Work?

“You want to do what we do,” you ask cautiously.

He shakes his head and raises his hands in a hurry. It seems you misunderstood.

>Help. Not shoot, but work.

That makes more sense. There are plenty of things Jimbe could do around base. Help handlers, clean, maybe even Hank Montgomery would like his services. Something to talk to Tiffany about.

“I’ll do what I can Jimbe. Thank you.”

He places a hand on your shoulder as the two of you stand, and nods at you slowly. Message is not pretty clear.

He leaves the wheelhouse, presumably to find a place to sleep, leaving you alone.

>Go find Skyler
>Go to sleep
>Write-in

>>488096

>Write-in
>Start stealing silk sheets and pillow cases. Gonna sleep comfy.

>>488096
>Is there anymore LOOT, of course there is
Sup CQH

>>488096
>Write-in
Go check out Paxton's personal cabin. Maybe we'll find something interesting on his computer.

>>488115
>>488106
>>488106
>>488096
Can we do all of these? Loot and evidence are breddy gud, and who doesn't want to sleep comfy?

>>488115

If he has a computer, let's just take it and not risk setting off any boobytrap software that'll erase the HD.

And we might be able to grab some of the parts to make/upgrade our own rig during some downtime.

>>488115
If anything, our boss should petition to have the fuckers assets frozen and redistributed evenly to all wronged parties. The companies and the men.

Ransacking the private cabin of Hayden Paxton. Writing.

Paxton likely keeps all the good shit in his own personal cabin. What better place to loot?

You make your way there, and to the untrained eye, it has already been picked clean. You can see the hardware where the TV once hung, and the discoloration where the gold fixtures have been removed.

You begin rifling through drawers and find a laptop. You nearly open it before reconsidering. If there’s anything incriminating here, it’ll likely boobytrapped somehow. If there isn't, there’s no point in dicking around with it now. You stash it in your lootbag, and move on.

You run a hand over the sheets. Smooth, cool silk. You want them. The problem is, this bed is easily twice the size of your own, and there’s no way they will fit. Only one thing to do, then.

You get the mattress out with little trouble, with it being relatively flexible and all. You even managed to get the frame out into the hallway by taking it apart and moving it piece by piece.

But this damned box spring is literally larger than the door. You’re pretty sure they had to build the ship around it, because there’s no way they got it in after. A thought comes into your mind, and you jog to the engine room, grabbing a fire axe. You pass Skyler on the way back up, who hangs up his phone and rises to follow.

He arrives around the time you finish up hacking away the first side of the door, and looks at you in wonder.

“What the hell are you doing, man,” he asks, eyes darting between the destroyed wall and disassembled bed.

“I’m stealing a bed, Skyler. What does it look like,” you say as you swing the axe into the still in-tact side of the door.

His eyebrows raise, as if in thought, before he goes down the hall, and starts getting his own mattress out of the room.

It’s about three am before the beds are piled up in the open space of the bar, awaiting transport back to Atlanta.

You and Skyler rest on your respective pillow-tops, and congratulate each other on a job well done.

>Keep bullshitting with Skyler
>Go to bed in your room
>Go to bed on your new super-king
>Write-in

>>488152
>Keep bullshitting with Skyler

We need to unwind

>>488152

Well, that escalated quickly...
>Keep bullshitting with Skyler.

And start planning on how we're gonna get this damn thing into our home.

Also, might wanna dig for the linen closet for spare sheets. You know a rich guy like Paxton doesn't sleep in the same sheets each night.

>>488152
>>Keep bullshitting with Skyler

Alright, what are we wanting to talk about, folks?

>>488166
About how we intend to get our new beds inside our rooms. I don't think axes are an option here.

>>488166

"You know, we're really lucky Paxton was only megalomaniacal crazy instead of paranoid crazy. Paranoid crazy probably would have had bombs on his yacht wired to go off when he flatlines."

>>488152
>Keep bullshitting with Skyler

See how things are going with Tiffany, throw in a joke about breaking in the new bed. Ask if he is planning on a break once back or if he's going to jump back into missions

“You know,” you say, breaking the brief silence, “we're lucky Paxton didn't wire this bitch to blow upon his death or anything crazy.”

Skyler shrugs. “I don't think he was paranoid like that. More… Egotistical. I don't he ever really considered that he could fail, you know?”

That makes sense, especially given the absolute lack of any sort of tactics. He didn't think he needed them. Everyone else up to this point has likely run, and been found alone, hungry, and afraid. They certainly didn't have a handgun smuggled on them.

“So,” you say changing the subject, “how are you going to get this thing into your house?”

“Already figured out,” he says. “I own my place, so I can hack it up as I wish. Then, I’ll trade one of those big fucking TVs to a handyman buddy of mine to put it back together. He should jump on it,” he finishes, patting the mattress he’s sitting on.

“I’m hopeless,” you return. “I may just cut up the box, then put it back together inside. Otherwise, I don't know.”

“A decent plan,” he says, laying back, looking up through the skylight.

“So,” you say, leaning onto your mattress as well. “How are things with Murdock?”

“Incredible, dude,” he replies excitedly. “Everything I hoped for, and more. I knew she’d be a great lay, but I didn't know she’d be so cool.”

“Just be careful with the new bed,” you say, chuckling. “I hear they’re expensive.”

“Eh, she prefers the shower,” he says. You can almost hear the shit-eating grin he’s wearing.

You roll your eyes, and move on from the topic, regretting even bringing it up.

“What are the plans after this,” you ask of him, trying to change the subject.

“Well,” he answers, his hands slipping under his head. “Probably chill for a week or so. Jordan should be back up by then, and I’m sure he’ll drag me out into some god forbidden asshole of the world to do ‘bad things to worse people’, as he says. Whatever, it pays well, and it’s hard to feel bad about blowing away some opium peddlers or arms dealers,” he finishes.

>Say something else
>Go to bed
>Call someone (Who?)
>Write-in

>>488242
>Go to bed

>>488242
>Go to bed

Wait out the Titan

>>488242
>Call someone (Who?)
Can we phone our roomie to inquire about a contractor or something to get a bigass bed into our bedroom?

>>488242
Use Paxton's satellite Internet link (I don't believe he doesn't have one) to look up a bigger home. With our share of loot, we could probably buy one big enough to actually have space for this bed.

That's gonna be it for now, guys. We'll aim for the same time tomorrow. I'll do a roll call and post on the twitter.

Thanks for playing

>>488332
Thank you, my friend.

>>488332

Thanks for running Handler

Rrrrroll call, I can run for a few hours if we have enough

>>491485
Ay

>>491485
Hey boss!

>>491485
hey

>>491485
Bummer, right as I was going to head out. Have a good run!

Alright, time skipping to the Titans arrival. Lemme know if you want anything thrown in

>>491533

I'm sure this is more important than whatever you're doing.

Thanks anyway though

You lay back into the huge mattress, and begin to finally doze off, your shoulder aching slightly as you slip into sleep’s sweet embrace.

You wake to the harsh sunlight of the open ocean, already high in the sky. A quick look tells you it’s about one PM, so the titan should be here in a few hours. You spend the time cleaning your gear and prepping your considerable loot for transport.

By the time you finish, the behemoth ship is on the horizon. Patiently waiting on the deck for it to close, the four of you chatter idly about being on the world-famous ship. None of the other three have ever actually seen it, either.

As it draws near, you can tell that it deserves both it’s name and its reputation. Thick, sleek black armor playing coats its sides, and gives it a very sinister appearance. Mounter every fifty or so feet on the deck is some machine gun or another, ranging from modern M249s to century old M2 fifty cals.

Taking up a large portion of the deck space are considerably larger guns. Flak and anti-aircraft guns, and a single huge cannon that bears the company’s logo, a charging mounted knight with lance in hand, in bright red on its side.

The ship looks like you turned a skyscraper on its side, then packed as many guns as you could onto it. It’s a truly a floating fortress.

From a small door in it’s side comes an inflatable raft with two people on it. You make your way down to the yacht’s wet dock to meet the arrivals.

There, you find none other than Colt Williams, staring at the massive pile of loot you’ve stripped of the ship.

“That’s gonna be a few trips,” is all he offers.

Roughly two hours later, Jimbe, the pilot, and your tertiaries, which you expect will buy you a small house, are safely stored on the Titan, and Colt brings you and the team up to the ship’s tower.

Inside, is standing THE Damien Williams. He’s shorter than you thought he would be. Still, though, he has the look of a man who is much more handsome now, in his fifties, than he possibly could have been in his youth. He is also very much in the running for the most dangerous man on the planet.

He walks towards the four of you, hand outstretched. When introductions are done, he speaks in the slow, methodical voice you always hear in the interviews.

“Paxton’s company isn't going to let you keep the ship,” he says with a slight southern drawl. “Wanna sink it instead?”


>You fucking know it. What are we using?
>I am above such petty revenge
>Write-in

>>491609
>"Of course I fucking would. What are we gonna do to it?"

>>491651
>>491609
Fuck 'em, amirite?

>>491651
If we've got guns we can control, lets see if he lets us blow it up.

>>491609
Only if we can make a show out of it. We need to make sure those upstarts fuckers knows not to fuck with us, us the contractor business.

>>491715
Actually I'm changing my vote to this. Shoot the thing up enough that its never going to be seaworthy again, but leave it recognizable to the repo team that comes to get it. Leaves a good message

So, shooting the hell out of it, but leaving it floating?

>>491811
I suppose

>>491811
Call Michael Bay to film the whole thing and make it go viral on all net.

>>491609
>>I am above such petty... Na, I can't do that with a straight face. But let's point a few cameras at it, yeah?

I'm gonna sleep for a bit, then we'll start up with this.

Sorry for the shitty short run. Weekends working nights fuck with my sleep schedule in a pretty hard way. Still trying to transition back into it.

>>491847
It's fine, man.
At least for me, but I wouldn't be here for a much longer run anyways.

>>491847

You're all good, qst is a slow board anyways, I mostly just leave these tabs open and check in every few minutes to see if anything new has happened so I apologize in advance if I miss a vote

>>491609

>Shoot it up.

What about the speedboat? Did we remember to secure that, or are we going to leave it to be shot? Even if we can't keep it, it's a huge chunk of cash.

>>492611
Devin laid claim to it as part of his share. He didn't take much else.

Writing

“That sounds like a fucking blast,” you begin, trying to keep the girlish squeal from your voice. “I do want to film it, though. Throw it up online so the whole world knows what happens.”

Damien smiles, and nods his head. “That sounds like a great idea,” he says as he turns to a young man in the room. He says a few words quietly, then the man runs off. “It’s taken care of. Anything else?”

“I have some flash drives I’d like to upload as well. Stuff pulled from Paxton’s trophy room.”

“Colt will take you there on your way to the armory. It will likely be a while before the live stream is up and running, anyway.”

With that, the patriarch of the Williams clan turns on a heel, and continues running the latest private military Earth has ever seen.

Colt ushers you out the door, and takes you down into the bowels of the ship. He stops at an unassuming door, plainly marked ‘Communications’.

“Here we go, dude,” he says as he opens the door, walking into the large room full of computers, screens, and scurrying techies. “Upload the drives, and these guys will.make sure everyone with access to media sees them.”

You thank him, and set to work. About forty five minutes are spent uploading all fifty or so drives. The arrogant bastard didn't even secure them. He should have. This stuff is incriminating as hell, following every step of the process. Starting with them tied to the same chairs you were, showing every track and path that was followed,and ending with the various hunters posing with their kill like a safari trophy.

“Jesus,” Skyler says as you finish. “that was a lot of bodies.”

“You folks did the world quite the service,” Colt says quietly. “Taking scum like that from their midsts.”

“It was a pleasure,” Devin says with venom you didn't know he possessed.

Shaking the gruesome images from your minds, you make small talk as Colt gives you a brief tour to the ship armory. You arrive at a vault door that seems more fitting for a global bank than a cruise ship.

Colt scans his thumbprint, and the door swings open. Inside is a plethora of arms, ammunitions, and explosives. Poole practically springs to grab a 20mm rifle, likely heavier than she is. Skyler grabs a pair of fifty cal ammo cans, and is chomping at the bit to get them up to the deck. Devin already has a rocket launcher leaned up against the wall, and is stuffing reloads into a duffle bag.

Colt turns to you, wearing the easy smile he’s known to carry. “Well, go ahead,” he says. “Better hurry, though. I don't think we’re keeping Skyler away long.”

>Choose any weapon, including the mounted ones.
>Really. Any.
>Then give me 3 rolls of 1d100

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>493105
'da Big Shoota boss

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>493105
Could we use the big gun on the deck? I know it isn't for that purpose but still...

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>493105
DshK. Egor's big brother.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>493105

M32 Grenade Launcher

You could finish it off with the naval gun, but you're too close right now. It won't aim that low

>>493267

I'll switch my vote to that one then, let the rest of the squad have their fun and keep the cameras on it while we pull away and launch the last shot into it

>>493293
We should do it like Marvel movie ending. Let everyone else have their fun then we stop the recording saying it's over, then when we get enough room pop back up joke about how we're dirty liars and fire the naval gun

>>493316
Wait sorry that is exactly what you just said. I don't know why I just tried to steal your idea like that

>>493320

Don't worry about it, you put it out there clearer than I had described it

>>493105
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyAl9qK3Rlg

This.

>>493875
also a CG M3/M4 or similar recoilless rifle.

Sorry about bailing on you guys. I was hoping work would be slow enough I could sneak posts in. It very much was not.

We'll do another roll call here when I wake up in five or six hours

>>494187
no worries bro

>>493105

Handler, I am just slightly disappointed that the ship doesn't have any 20mm CIWS or oerlikons.

Do they at least a minigun or something? I wanna swiss cheese this yacht with something big, loud, and gratuitous amounts of spent brass.

>Seriously, 20mm Vulcan or better guys. We won't get another chance like this unless we hijack an AC-130 or something else stupidcrazy.

>>495767
>>So much dakka, we have got to do this

Starting up in about half an hour, give or take

>>500888
Welcome back chief! How have you been?

>>500888
Here

>>500960
Pretty good! Just never had the time to sit down and finish up the thread.

Post will be up soon, mostly done.

You smile, and you feel it may be a little sinister.

“Any chance you’d let me use the naval cannon,” you ask, and Colt’s smile goes from easy to just as hungry as your own.

“Sure can,” he says, throwing his head back in a laugh. “That’s more of a finale thing, though. Load up, have some fun, and we’ll let you finish it off with the Mark 45.”

You resist the urge to fist pump, and walk deeper into the armory. A few cases of 12.7mm ammo are packed into a duffel bag, and on your way out, you grab a rotary grenade launcher off the wall.

You follow Colt back out to the deck of the ship, and eye the huge cannon hungrily. In time, you tell yourself.

Damien is there, explaining into a camera that the Private Military Industry will not stand for bullshit, breach of contracts, or any thing else, and that contractors will kill as many psychos as it takes to get that point made.

Skyler loads up the nearest M2 he can find, and almost immediately starts opening up on the yacht. You can see the holes even from here as the rounds send wood splintering off in a thousand directions.

There is suddenly a much larger hole in the boat, this one complete with smoke and flames. Looking around, you see Devin holding an empty rocket launcher, hooting and hollering like he just won the lottery.

There are several loud cracks as Poole fires off the 20mm she chose, and she’s grinning from ear to ear as the basketball sized holes burst into the ship.

You spy your DshK a few guns down, and make towards it, the ammo bag slung over your back. You take the time to send your load of grenades towards the boat, watching in child-like glee as the grenades burst on it, blowing yet more holes in the listing ship.

When the launcher is empty, you move onto the mounted gun, feeling your teeth rattle as it spits its huge rounds towards the yacht. Your arms quickly grow sore from controlling the monster.

As all of your ammo runs out, the ship is well on the way to sinking. The Titan turns away, and you make your way up to the bridge, nearly shaking with excitement.

You enter the bridge, and Colt takes you over to a console where a techie is currently setting the aim for the yacht. When he’s done, you take his seat, and wait to… Press a button. Not as dramatic as you’d hoped, but still one of the cooler things you’ve ever done.

The captain of the ship tells Colt that it’s safe to fire, and he nods to you. You fire the.massive gun, and the destroyed yacht near-instantly turns into a massive fireball, spewing wood and flames in all directions. Looking to the island, you see a number of the natives looking in in awe as the Titan’s crew yells in excitement.

Pleased with yourself for thinking of such a cool loophole, you walk with Colt off the bridge, wondering what to do with your time.

>Just relax, nothing to do for once. (Time skip to Atlanta)
>Spend some time with your team
>Chat with Colt and Damien
>Find some crew members to bullshit with
>Call someone (Who?)
>Write-in

And if you pick to talk to someone, for God's sake, give me a conversation suggestion.

>>501107
>Chat with Colt and Damien
Tell them what happened on the island. It could make for a cool story

>>501125
This. Marketing! We were just on a magazine cover. Could be a good thing for the company, the industry, and best of all us.

>>501125
this... so much this

>>501107
>>Chat with Colt and Damien
Bring the team and Jimbe

As you and Colt leave the bridge, Damien finds you after finishing up the live stream of the yacht’s destruction.

“Techies tell me the net’s already going wild,” he says in his methodical drawl. “Mind telling us what exactly happened on that island, and what you found on that boat?”

You smile. Your stock is rising, and likely Impact!’s with it. Winning the inaugural Combatix tournament, killing a world-wanted terrorist, getting the first cybernetic implants on the battlefield, and now Damien Phillips wants a play-by-play of your latest mission. And you’ve only been a contractor for about three months! You’ve got big things ahead of you.

You shake the thoughts of grandeur from your head, and regale the story of the island to Damien and Colt. Beginning with Paxton picking you up in his chopper, and ending with feeding him to the sharks. The elder Williams grins viciously at the retelling of Zachary Paxton’s demise, and quickly has some hunt down his PR guy. He arrives, and you tell the story a second time as he takes notes.

He scurries off as you finish, and Damien follows. You and Colt wander the ship for a while as he asks some specifics.

>Continue talking with Colt
>Find your team
>Get some rest(Time skip)
>Call someone (Who?)
>Write-in

Write-in conversational choices, please

>>501354
>Ask for a good tour of the boat. You never know the next time you'll be on a Modern Day floating fortress.

>>501354
Maybe trade stories with Colt? Times in service, basic training, that sort of thing.

“Any chance I could get the whole tour,” you ask of your host.

His eyes light up, and he hurries you outside. “You bet, Kowalski. I’ve been waiting for someone to ask,” he laughs. Seems he loves to show people around.

You start at the bottom, back in the engine room. These things are huge, and you can't even imagine what they take to keep going.

As you walk through the maintenance areas, Colt asks about your time in your countries service. You tell him a few stories as you make your way to the ‘barracks’, as much as converted state rooms on a cruise ship could be called as much. A few people stop and ask you about either the tournament or Nepal, which you gladly retell. Seems like you’re making a name for yourself.

As you make your way through the mess hall, you finish up the story of the sniper that took you in the thigh, and Colt takes over. He never served in any branch, but he tells you about all the instructors he’s worked with, mostly people his dad and his grandfather had on retainer, much like your instructors back in Atlanta.

You ask him about his hardest mission as you reach the wet dock, and he tells you about capturing a Mexican cartel leader as a hurricane rocked the Yucatan. Sounded shitty. As you pass all the speed boats, attack boats, and patrol boats, the tour is nearing an end, as you’d already seen a large chunk of the ship that wasn't more of the same.

>Continue talking with Colt
>Find your team
>Call someone
>Get some sleep (Timeskip)
>Write-in

>>501798
"So Colt, I don't know what you can divulge, but you guys got any good contracts going on? It's been fairly quiet on the Impact! side

>>501798
Jesus Christ what happened? It seems like we only have people when you are short on time

>>501798
>Find your team
Have them bask in Colt's presence
>Call someone
Our Mom and the chick we took on a date, set up another

>>501798
>Find your team
Shoot the shit, and talk about possible next missions

You decide to find your team, and Colt says he wants to tag along. You kind of like his company, so you don't complain.

You eventually find them, after a bit of searching and asking around. They’re on the deck of Devin’s suite. Skyler and the huge native have fishing poles in hand, and Poole is sporting a beer. They don't seem to be having much luck.

You and Colt pull up a chair and the last two poles, and begin chattering away.

“So,” you begin the conversation, “what’s the next mission on everyone’s plate?”

“Got a text from Jordan,” Skyler returns. “Apparently, I’m already signed up for some bomb-making facility in Iran. Super excited,” he says sarcastically. “When has storming a bomb-house ever gone wrong?”

Poole steps in to stop Thompson’s belly aching. “Sitting on top of the embassy in Morocco for a few weeks. They’re alternating muscle in and out in case ISIS decides to keep pushing.” You know what she’s talking about. Solomon was talking about that a few days before you left.

“Not sure yet,” Devin says. “Probably spend a few days fishing and hunting. May book a safari, with all this gold money.”

Colt steps in next. “Reclaiming a yacht, funnily enough. Some dumbass was poking his nose around pirate country and got himself kidnapped. His family ransomed him, but they wouldn't give up the yacht. So, they hire us.”

Makes you wonder what you’ll be going for, and what to do with yourself next.

>Suggest mission ideas you may want to do

>Also
>Keep talking
>Call someone (Who?)
>Get some sleep
>Write-in

>>502404
Holding the embassy sounds like a lot of fun. A nice position for Egor to mow down people as they funnel through the entrance.

>Call Charlie, let him know its time to get fancy

>>502404
Embassy sounds nice, but it's several weeks long, and we need to get started on finding a house. Also, we haven't had an assault-type mission for a while.

I vote for Iran. And
>Get some sleep.

>>502415
>>502404
this please boss

>>502415
Embassy could be fun. Get some Claymores

>>502415
Embassy is good

>>502404
>mission idea
Break out prisoners from a Boko Haram camp. Mission is to free and protect the prisoners to the African Union-defended base.
Resistance is to be neutralized with extreme prejudice.
Mission funded by the African Union and Amnesty International.

Other missions:

Rescue a doctor and his staff taken hostage by ISIS. Secondary objective to secure their medical equipment and supplies intact.
Funded by Doctors Without Borders.

Assault and eliminate an ALF cell. No witnesses, no evidence, no bodies.
Secretly funded by the conservancy group Nature.

>>502404
If you want mission ideas, how about protecting a convoy in urban environment? I think it can present a different dynamic from what we've been doing so far.

Love the ideas, guys. Keep them coming. I've had a couple similar to what's been thrown around in mind, just waiting to put them in.

I'm gonna archive the thread, and we'll probably have 14.5 sometime Tuesday.

Thanks for playing, and feel free to give any criticism or feedback, as well as ask any questions

>>507771
Now this sounds good, Supporting this for a future mission!