Jo and the Bush

Joseph and Doc Oleny met inside the secret room underneath the third floor trashcan, as was their custom. "Right then Busshu, we have news." Doc grinned, and handed over a file of photographs. there were pictures of Fay inside. the man was on various computers, downloading information, talking on phones, and sending emails. all of them were to Tybalt Transportation's. Joseph grunted. "I've always wanted to wring his scrawny neck. This double agent will be dead by the end of today. Bu Doc, what are we doing about Sheep, and the 12th Doc?" Doc shrugged. "Personally, i'm going to support Doc in this matter. Doctors have to stick together. But I want you to support sheep. We play both of them, and whoever wins, we'll be thanked by. Ready? break." Joseph was out of the trashcan and ready as soon as he said it. He had an evil irishman to kill. Noking Fay.

Crap. We may be out of lurchers if the seeker wasn't protected.

So, you're just going to still around and wait for Arinian to find someone? No. We're going to lynch someone every day, whether or not Arinina finds them.

You're kidding me right? I've read your RP before. and your writing. You're great aat it.

Tybalt Transportations? Awesome! Hey guys, if you RP, you get to affect the Cycle titles! That said, Joseph Busshu does not know my alignment. Any and all RP will be non-alignment indicative. I got sheep's permission to post that. Also, if anyone wants to use Fay, they can.

Lol, Because only an elim would respond to that. Congrats HH, you caught me, I'm an Elim. Lopen claimed he didn't protect wilson N1. he claimed that over and over, and had to no reason to lie. So i think there's another one out there.

because he was the obvious lurcher target?

Joseph bit the pin, yanked it out of the flash bang, and chucked it backwards over the metal filing cabinet. One of the guards yelled a warning, but most of it was drowned out by the resounding bang. Joseph himself could no longer hear. But hearing wasn’t necessary to pull the trigger and shoot them while they were blind. Unfortunately, one of the gat’s had the presence of mind to open fire where Joseph had been hiding. Most of the bullets hit the metal cabinet with plings! but one found it’s way through his left arm. “Brahka.” The muttered curse was all the comfort he allowed himself before continuing to kill the rest of them. By the time his hearing had returned. He had taken one of the illegally modified fully automatic rifles from the corpses, and stuck one of their earpieces into his left ear. It was supposed to go in his right ear, so it wasn’t a perfect fit, but that’s where his real Earpiece was. “Wow, I think the Yakuza could hear that all the way in Japan Bush. What happened to being the Stealth Monster?” “For the last Noking time Fay, I was never a member of the Yakuza. And they knew I was coming.” There was that stupid tittering laugh on the other side of his earpiece before Fay replied. “Well, they’re closing the gate to the co- Wait, elevator’s heading down to your floor from the barracks. Joke later, move now. Two floors up and a room to your north is where they’re holding Doc.” “Received.” Joseph flicked the switch on his mouthguard that contained his mic and left the room, shooting out camera’s as he went. He didn’t have time for anything more subtle right now. This extraction had gone in the gat pretty much as soon as he’d broken in. He’d expected it though. Which is why he’d come prepared. He managed to reach the elevator before it got to his floor. He unclasped his belt of mini grenades, flipped all the pins up to where they could easily be pulled, and got out his roll of Duct tape. Ten seconds and two stretches of tape later, he was knocking over two more filing cabinets to hide behind. He sat in the corner, with the filing cabinets wedged into the wall, and plugged his ears. There was a muffled ding as the elevator arrived, and the doors opened. There was a distinct clicking noise, as the pins of all ten grenades, duct taped to one side of the elevator, were pulled from their grenades, duct taped to the door. A boom, and a whumph of air rattled the Filing cabinets. Something, a side table probably, hit the two cabinets and shattered. Joseph listened carefully for any other sounds, but there was nothing other than the relaxing crackle of fire beginning to spread. He peaked over the cabinets, and was rewarded with nearly a dozen blackened corpses of Security guards. He flicked the mic in his mouth again. “Hey, how many guards are on Tybalt’s payroll?” “‘Bout a gross, but only 3 dozen are on site at any given time. How many did you just kill?” “I’m up to 15 now. That should just leave the ones at the gate and the ones guarding Doc right?” “It’s Tybalt Transportation Bush, You really think that they put all the guards on the public payroll?” He sighed. Wishful thinking. Well, at least he had a nice Elevator to work with now. He flicked the mic off again, jumped the cabinets, stepped over the dead, and into the elevator. It was an easy one, built up to Ontario Building Code. He’d memorized the blueprints for this this shaft as soon as he learned that Doc was being sent to steal Data from the place. He was through the emergency roof exit and climbing the maintenance ladder before the fire had time to spread further. It took him longer than it should have, since every other rung involved putting weight on his wounded arm, but he’d fought through worse pain. He probably should stop to wrap it at some point though. He stopped three floors up, and flicked the mic back on. “Fay, is there anyway through this floor that doesn’t involve me being seen by camera’s?” “Hmm. . . There’s a backup generator two floors down, so an EMP can’t turn off the cameras, they’re all within view of at least two others, one’s looking right at the elevator doors, and this floor is the barracks floor. So no.” “Noka. Any guards?” “You blew ‘em all.” Joseph snarled into his mic, then flicked it off as Fay tittered again. Then he cut four wires, wrapped two together, and stuck a battery to the end of another. Crude, but effective. The doors slide open, and Joseph jumped from the ladder into the hallway. “Your Freelancers, can’t take a joke. Anyway, down the hall, third door on your left. That should put you above where they’re holding Doc. I assume that’s where you’re heading?” He wasn’t assuming, he was trying to outguess Joseph’s moves. So instead, he kicked down the fourth door entered the messy barracks, and knelt down knelt to the wall adjoining the third room, pulling out the brick of C4 he’d been given. “You still have camera’s?” When there was no reply, Joseph punched the wall, crunching through plaster. “Noka me” He flicked his mic on and repeated the question, blowing on his aching fist. “Yeah. They know where you are. Got guns pointed at you, waiting for you to blow your way through. There are two in the cell with Doc. Dude’s strung up and grinning like a loon. Friggin masochist.” “Yeah, Oleny’s enjoying himself right about now I’d say. Hey Fay,” he tapped the earpiece he had taken from one of the guards, “how come I’m not hearing anything from this?” “Uh, checking, yeah, these are eFPee Tech. Linked to the guards heart monitors. The guard dies, the piece dies. See if you can’t bring one home for R&D to tinker with.” Joseph blinked. “They have heart monitors?” “Yeah?” “Wouldn’t setting off the EMP fry their communications then?” “. . . Huh. Yours as well though.” “Blessed Silence? Do it now.” Joseph activated the 10 second timer on the C4. There was a snort from Fay, then, “three, two , one, engag—-” There was a high pitched whine, as everything went dark, then emergency power flickered back to life as Backup generators turned on. Joseph grabbed the C4, and sprinted out of the room. Shoulder rammed the door open, threw the C4 into the middle of the room, then dived back down the hallway as it went off. There were yells from below as he jumped to his feet, slung the stolen rifle off of his shoulder, and jumped into the hole, shooting guards who had been facing the wrong room. He killed the two on the floor, knocked there by the blast, then, ignoring Doc Oleny’s leer, begin systematically shooting all the other guards in the room. Most had been prepared for the blast, but they had taken shelter from the wrong direction. They hadn’t been told that Joseph was changing positions. He made short work of them all. “That was fun Bush! Always good to see you in action.” Doc was grinning. Cut up and burned and chained to the floor and the remnant of the ceiling, but grinning. “Shut up Doc. Did you get the intel?” “I did! And then it was taken from me. But I did learn some things that TT knew about us.” “Don’t care.” “5 million dollars.” Joseph stopped scanning the room, then crouched down. “What?” Doc actually looked serious for once. “I’ll pay you Joseph. Tybalt Transportations, they were buying inside information. Double agents. Spies among the spies. Protect me, serve me, and I’ll pay you 5 million dollars.” Joseph mused about it for a second, then asked “Are you asking me to kill the double agents, or help protect your fellow double agents?” Doc grinned. “The fact that you thought to ask that means i made the right choice. Take the offer or leave it Bush.” He stuck out one manacled hand. “Alright. Let’s negotiate an actual contract, and then sure. It’ll be fun hunting down noking spies, traitors or no.”

My mistakes are more effective than your strategies. =P Why them? i still mostly thing Wilson is innocent. like, 78% Hmm . . That's a clever use of Vote manips. I'm going to vote on Jondesu. He's been kind of ignored, and was never attacked after the first time he was. "Make for you enemies a pattern. Convince them that they will do this because they did that. Though there is no motivation, you enemy will strike at the pattern, while you break it to strike where they are undefended." -Just me sounding Pretentious. 2017 C.E. I've suggested strategies like that. Actually, i think i suggested something like that when you me and Nyali were assassins. Basically, the eliminators set up a pattern, so that we realize it, and, thinking were so clever, protect Drake Marshall in order to block them. But they have no real reason to attack Drake, and we have no reason to protect him, other than evidence of their fabrication. There is always a reason for patterns, and it is always to trick the village.

Oh. That's super disappointing. I was really hoping to get to defend myself.

That happens to me all the time. As far as I've seen it doesn't mean anything.

Lol, same man. I didn't vote on Dalinar during his lynch either and tried to lynch the self proclaimed village seeker. Theory: Meta is a jerk, and had every mistborn have tin on day 1. (Or at least most of them) EDIT: Also, I no longer think that Arinian is spiked.

Jonly is signing up as the second initiate! Is 600 words too many? =P

A reasonable concern on his part. I would have. Solid Logic. Arinian, Wonko

Arinian. Does anyone else remember the huge amount of Day 1 discussion centering around Wilson pulling a WGG? Because I do. Why did you choose to scan someone other than Wilson? Who did you scan night 2? I flat out do not believe you about your scan list. I can buy you being a seeker, i can even buy you scanning bugsy, but i don't buy how convenient your list is and the fact that Wilson isn't on it.

Drake Marshall Rae I would happily lynch Neither, because I think both of them are village, but Rae, with the Pewter claim, is the smarter choice, as we can see whether or not she is lying by lynching her.

I would be willing to do that if you IM can't.

I'm really second guessing my self, bit does Drake's big post sound like an eliminator talkingto the village? this line in particular: "Finally, some analysis about who you should probably suspect:" That and talking about not being suspected. On mobile, so I can't quote, but I can vote, and my gut says that's an eliminator post Drake

Okay, When Jondesu was first attacked, i thought along those same lines, but wrote it off as extreme paranoia. I'm glad to see it vindicated.

Yeah, Combined with earlier suspicion. As in, seeing with a bias. Without the earlier suspicion, it would look like exactly what it is. A villager hesitant to kill villagers when the spiked might have a Lurcher. (Note that I said Might, I'm starting to think they have all mistborn) Dalinar was lynched that same cycle, and survived, which meant he pulled pewter. So, either the SPiked have two+ Mistborn (My Theory) Or they still have a lurcher.

I'm always online right at rollover, so I say No! Don't go on your date! Stay here! =P Anyway, have fun! congrats on a decade well spent!

Could someone post the link for those of us on mobile? (Or, in actuality, for those of us who mass ignore signatures and are too lazy to unignore them)

Teeheehee. I'll have to be careful you don't lynch me for vengeance.

Eh, I'm still suspicious of you. (More of Stick though)