Rescue from the Nightmare

[alertcommando]

The door opens into the streets of a small abandoned village: it is night, a chilly autumn night.

The bright moon in the sky makes the numerous footprints of heavy boots and the even more numerous prints from attack dogs' paws clearly visible. The ground also shows tire marks and the tracks from an Armored Personnel carrier. A keen eye might also notice spent bullet casings here and there.

Unfortunately, none of those seems much recent.

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne nods, switching her attention from rifle to pistol, and mulling over uses for the explosives in her bag.

"Thanks again for your help."

[daphsnpc.livejournal.com]

"Thank me by not screwing up our work here." The girl shrugs. "There are motion trackers in the hallway. If someone approaches, the light flashes." She indicates an orange LED above the door.

"If whoever comes to the door says 'It is me' and gives a name, there is a secret door in the back of the closet: it means the Reds busted us."

[diamond-badgirl.livejournal.com]

"Good to know." Both warnings are appreciated; Lucy looks up long enoug to smile at their host/guest. "Thanks, and we won't let you down." Then she digs for her component kit and soldering iron.

So many plans and adjustments to make, so little time.

[song_tra_bong]

The corner of her mouth quirks, hidden by the fall of her hair and her bowed head. The girl sounds much like she would have if someone showed up in her part of the jungle uninvited.

"We won't," she echoes.

And now it's time to check the knives.

[daphsnpc.livejournal.com]

And later, it will be time to rest (http://tanyadams.livejournal.com/7738.html?thread=172346#t172346).