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ComCamGuy
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I had to call everybody back. There was another issue that leaped to the forefront of my mind when Kara brought up Angelique going with Garen and me to the Center. It made sense, the added manpower would be good to help load. I hate to admit that the ribs would make it tough, but Kara was right. The issue that I was concerned about was Garen and I traveling with a kid, underage, in a disaster zone. If there is any sort of federal response or state or local government, they might have issues with it. I hope they would have issues. Disaster zones are ripe pickings for human trafficking, just look at the huge debacle in Haiti. There were hundreds if not thousands of children spirited away, sold into slavery and even worse. Some of them were found, some escaped but there is no telling what the true numbers of killed vs taken were. So this led me to worry about traveling into the city area with Angelique. I explained my concern to the group and figured it should be discussed before we outfit her with gear.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Garen looked around at the group, a look of embarrassment on his face.
“That shows once again why you are the best at planning. So, what do we think?”
Allyson was the first to jump in. “So if the concern is ‘people with a kid’ then it seems that the concept should be either make it look like you guys have the legitimate hand receipt for the kid. The ages line up so she could fit the timeframe for her to be your kid, but the database won’t bear it out. All it would take is one computer to still be functioning and they start working you guys much harder and digging deeper. “
Kara also started up. “It would also look like a good leverage point and kidnap target to have a ‘kid’ rolling with you. So what about going the other direction? Make her appear older and then its three adults, less of a target.” Kara turned to Angelique. “What do you think?”
Angelique appeared to be deep in thought. Garen turned to Bekka, his question redily apparent on his face. Bekka was nodding. That could work.
Allyson had another concern. “So what if you are stopped? What is the plan about identity when asked? It will have to match how we load her out and what she can appear as and defend.” She looked back and forth between Angelique and Bekka and Garen.
Angelique looked around the faces as the idea solidified in her head.
“You guys teach at the school, right? And you guys have students all the time. Well that makes it perfect.” She stood up and kind of adjusted herself, shifting her stance and bearing. She looked around the room for a moment, a cold piercing stare on her face.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I am Lt. Belyana Bronislava, Intel Specialist from Ukrainian Security Service Group Alpha. I am in country doing the pre-course site survey and unfortunately was caught up in the event.” Her accent was good, not overblown. Even her mannerisms changed. The transformation was scary. Garen and Bekka were impressed. Kara wasn’t sure. Alyson figured to test for problems and started ‘interrogating’ her like a cop would.
“Alright, Lt, so let’s see your passport.”
“Good luck with that, officer. It, along with most everything else was in my Airbnb when it got flooded by the wave. I have a call in to my embassy but it will be quite some time until it gets here, with all the disruptions. The proprietor of the schoolhouse has been so gracious to put me up while things are straightened out.”
“And where is that?”
Angelique waves her hand vaguely around over her shoulder behind her. “Somewhere back over that way. You would have to get the address from them, they drove.”
“So, how long are you going to be here?” Allyson persisted.
Angelique gets an exasperated look on her face. Almost under her breath she starts speaking with her head down. “Pochemu, chert voz'mi, my do sikh por vedem etot razgovor?” She then looks up at Allyson and continues “Look, officer, I am supposed to continue with my job here until the paperwork makes it to me to be able to return to my country. I am not wandering loose. If you need me, you can contact me through these people. I am sure you have something else to do. I have to get back to helping my generous hosts salvage equipment in preparation for the upcoming classes.” At this she turned away and began shuffling papers.
Bekka was impressed. So was Garen. Kara was nodding as well. Allyson looked over at them before speaking.
“You guys will have to tell me if that’s proper attitude for a Russian. I know its proper for one of our students, but the foreign angle is still a bit new. I think she will pass, but we will have to work on looking a bit older as far as hair and clothes and such. That reminds me, Belyana. How old are you?”
Without missing a beat, Angelique replied in a bored and exasperated tone, “24, and my shoe size is 38 and my favorite color is blue. Do you have more questions? Are we on a date or can I get back to what needs be done? Really Garen, are all cops here in the states this bored or is she just an exceptional example?”
At this exchange, Kara started clapping and chuckling. Bekka and Garen joined in, followed by Allyson. At the accolades, Angelique turned red with a bit of embarrassment and took a bow.
Bekka started in with a couple of questions.
“So, where did all that come from? Most people don’t have that kind of off the cuff alter ego persona readily available, much less carry the part like that.”
Angelique was back, the mannerisms and posture and carriage, as well as the speech, all had reverted to the one they were used to.
“My mom has always pushed for me to be some socialite and hob nob with the ‘in’ crowd. She pushed me towards anything that she thought would help her in this. I have been in the drama club since junior high. Once my drama teacher found out I could do accents, I was usually cast as some foreign person or villain. I have also been learning as much as I could about all things Russian. My Grandfather was teaching me the words my father wouldn’t. My drama teacher also said the key to playing a character wasn’t playing the character, instead, be the character. So what do you think? Will it work?”
Allyson had to ask. “What was that you muttered under your breath?”
At this question, Angelique turned really red and sheepish. “Why the **** are we still having this conversation?”
Everybody laughed. The first one to begin talking again was Kara.
“Now, that’s a Russian for you! Garen, I can scrounge up some stuff to outfit her now I know the part she is playing. Does this all fix the concerns you had Bekka?”
“Yeah, it does. We shouldn’t need it, but it is good to have it ready. Ok, we all have some chores to work on. Let’s get them done so we can have a decent dinner and get some rest for tomorrow.”
Everybody headed out to make preparations so they could turn in for the rest they needed for tomorrow.
“That shows once again why you are the best at planning. So, what do we think?”
Allyson was the first to jump in. “So if the concern is ‘people with a kid’ then it seems that the concept should be either make it look like you guys have the legitimate hand receipt for the kid. The ages line up so she could fit the timeframe for her to be your kid, but the database won’t bear it out. All it would take is one computer to still be functioning and they start working you guys much harder and digging deeper. “
Kara also started up. “It would also look like a good leverage point and kidnap target to have a ‘kid’ rolling with you. So what about going the other direction? Make her appear older and then its three adults, less of a target.” Kara turned to Angelique. “What do you think?”
Angelique appeared to be deep in thought. Garen turned to Bekka, his question redily apparent on his face. Bekka was nodding. That could work.
Allyson had another concern. “So what if you are stopped? What is the plan about identity when asked? It will have to match how we load her out and what she can appear as and defend.” She looked back and forth between Angelique and Bekka and Garen.
Angelique looked around the faces as the idea solidified in her head.
“You guys teach at the school, right? And you guys have students all the time. Well that makes it perfect.” She stood up and kind of adjusted herself, shifting her stance and bearing. She looked around the room for a moment, a cold piercing stare on her face.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I am Lt. Belyana Bronislava, Intel Specialist from Ukrainian Security Service Group Alpha. I am in country doing the pre-course site survey and unfortunately was caught up in the event.” Her accent was good, not overblown. Even her mannerisms changed. The transformation was scary. Garen and Bekka were impressed. Kara wasn’t sure. Alyson figured to test for problems and started ‘interrogating’ her like a cop would.
“Alright, Lt, so let’s see your passport.”
“Good luck with that, officer. It, along with most everything else was in my Airbnb when it got flooded by the wave. I have a call in to my embassy but it will be quite some time until it gets here, with all the disruptions. The proprietor of the schoolhouse has been so gracious to put me up while things are straightened out.”
“And where is that?”
Angelique waves her hand vaguely around over her shoulder behind her. “Somewhere back over that way. You would have to get the address from them, they drove.”
“So, how long are you going to be here?” Allyson persisted.
Angelique gets an exasperated look on her face. Almost under her breath she starts speaking with her head down. “Pochemu, chert voz'mi, my do sikh por vedem etot razgovor?” She then looks up at Allyson and continues “Look, officer, I am supposed to continue with my job here until the paperwork makes it to me to be able to return to my country. I am not wandering loose. If you need me, you can contact me through these people. I am sure you have something else to do. I have to get back to helping my generous hosts salvage equipment in preparation for the upcoming classes.” At this she turned away and began shuffling papers.
Bekka was impressed. So was Garen. Kara was nodding as well. Allyson looked over at them before speaking.
“You guys will have to tell me if that’s proper attitude for a Russian. I know its proper for one of our students, but the foreign angle is still a bit new. I think she will pass, but we will have to work on looking a bit older as far as hair and clothes and such. That reminds me, Belyana. How old are you?”
Without missing a beat, Angelique replied in a bored and exasperated tone, “24, and my shoe size is 38 and my favorite color is blue. Do you have more questions? Are we on a date or can I get back to what needs be done? Really Garen, are all cops here in the states this bored or is she just an exceptional example?”
At this exchange, Kara started clapping and chuckling. Bekka and Garen joined in, followed by Allyson. At the accolades, Angelique turned red with a bit of embarrassment and took a bow.
Bekka started in with a couple of questions.
“So, where did all that come from? Most people don’t have that kind of off the cuff alter ego persona readily available, much less carry the part like that.”
Angelique was back, the mannerisms and posture and carriage, as well as the speech, all had reverted to the one they were used to.
“My mom has always pushed for me to be some socialite and hob nob with the ‘in’ crowd. She pushed me towards anything that she thought would help her in this. I have been in the drama club since junior high. Once my drama teacher found out I could do accents, I was usually cast as some foreign person or villain. I have also been learning as much as I could about all things Russian. My Grandfather was teaching me the words my father wouldn’t. My drama teacher also said the key to playing a character wasn’t playing the character, instead, be the character. So what do you think? Will it work?”
Allyson had to ask. “What was that you muttered under your breath?”
At this question, Angelique turned really red and sheepish. “Why the **** are we still having this conversation?”
Everybody laughed. The first one to begin talking again was Kara.
“Now, that’s a Russian for you! Garen, I can scrounge up some stuff to outfit her now I know the part she is playing. Does this all fix the concerns you had Bekka?”
“Yeah, it does. We shouldn’t need it, but it is good to have it ready. Ok, we all have some chores to work on. Let’s get them done so we can have a decent dinner and get some rest for tomorrow.”
Everybody headed out to make preparations so they could turn in for the rest they needed for tomorrow.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Post 147 &149 It was a convenience store. Garen and Kara stopped there for fuel and such before turning up into the forest. Garen gunned down the two jackasses who shot her in the leg. This was also where we learned about Mr Chenkof
Fred Farkel
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Getting very interesting.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara and Angelique walked down the hallway to where the shelves were. Kara pointed out the shelves with the smaller messenger bags, shoulder bags and smaller backpacks. While Angelique rummaged through them looking for something, Kara started pulling out the bins with the other gear Angelique might need. She was a little faster in finding the right bins since she had just gone through them with Allyson the other day. Angelique let out a shout.
“Huzzah!” Angelique held up an old and battered brown leather messenger bag that looked fairly massive, fully sized for a bike messenger. She looked like the seventeen year old kid she was, a huge grin all over her face as she held it up. After looking inside and all over it, she dove back onto the shelf, her earlier prize slung over her shoulder.
Kara just shook her head as she went back to finding enough of the bins to get Angelique started. She wasn’t sure what training Angelique had so she didn’t want to arbitrarily pull stuff. At least she found all the basics for her with the bins for fire, water and shelter.
Angelique resurfaced from the shelves with a small butt pack and a wider shoulder strap. She then came over to where Kara was waiting at the table.
Angelique set the bag down on the table. Kara could see some smaller stuff in the bag that she couldn’t readily identify.
“Alright Kara, what’s next?”
Kara began gesturing at bins as she spoke.
“These two bins have flame related stuff. This bin has various fire starting items, from Bic and Zippos on through weatherproof matches and holders, tea candles, flint and steel, ferrocerium rods, road flares, magnesium blocks and shavings, magnifying lenses, and a couple of chemical reaction types. The bin next to it has triox bars, heat tabs, alcohol stoves and fuel, camping stoves and fuel bottles, and such. These next bins have water carrying and purification stuff. This one has nothing but water bottles and canteens of different sizes, the next has water bladders, and the third has filters, straws, pumps and such. Over on the bottom shelf is the bin with all sorts of different space blankets and hypothermia kit stuff. Rummage around and get what you think you need for something like that little walk you just took. After you get done here we will go to where Garen and Bekka have the knives and things. Then we need to think about firearms. Have you ever shot and if so what and how good are you?”
Angelique thought about the questions for a moment and then replied.
“First, I have shot some, Mostly air rifle, target style. My friend Terry had a target BB rifle we would shoot in the hallway of his apartment. I was pretty decent, but the distance was about from here to where those green boxes are on the shelf,” indicating about halfway down the hall. “I shot my dad’s pistol a couple of times but not enough to call myself good at it. I hope we can scrounge up some clothes as well because I only have the one set, and they doesn’t look very Eastern European.” She began digging through the boxes, pulling out one thig then another, placing some in her bag, sometimes changing her mind when she came across something else. In the end, she ended up with the bag about a quarter to a third full. Once she had gone through all the bins Kara had indicated, she then turned to Kara, waiting to find out what was next.
“So, once or twice with a pistol. Well, for traveling around, a pistol is more covert, and easier to carry. We won’t mistake you for a high speed low drag special operations trooper, but for now we will start with a pistol so in a pinch you can defend yourself. This doesn’t mean cowboy up. This doesn’t mean charge at the enemy with your gun out. If you pull it out, it’s because you need to shoot somebody right now. If you are not in the process of shooting them, no one should know you have it, or at least not know right away. So let me see the size of your hand and your grip strength so we can figure out what pistol might work best.” She held out her hand for Angelique to squeeze. Angelique’s grip was quite strong, maybe stronger than Kara’s. This surprised Kara quite a bit.
“Where did you get a grip like that?”
“Our condo had a sport climbing gym next door that had an agreement for all the residents. I would go down there to get away from Mom and my brother, who had bought into Mom’s social elitist bull. I got pretty good. One of these days I want to try it on real rock.”
Kara figured with the size and strength of Angelique’s hands, they would be able to use one of the training rigs. This would work well since they already had all the pieces assembled and Garen could show it to be Center assets she was barrowing. She knew they were all being a bit over the top about worrying and contingency planning but four out of five of them had bullet holes in them in less than a full week.
“Let’s get you set up with a pistol, and combat gear. Then we need to do some shooting down here in the range. Then we can get to the sharp objects. I think we can also find some more clothes, I need some too.”
“Huzzah!” Angelique held up an old and battered brown leather messenger bag that looked fairly massive, fully sized for a bike messenger. She looked like the seventeen year old kid she was, a huge grin all over her face as she held it up. After looking inside and all over it, she dove back onto the shelf, her earlier prize slung over her shoulder.
Kara just shook her head as she went back to finding enough of the bins to get Angelique started. She wasn’t sure what training Angelique had so she didn’t want to arbitrarily pull stuff. At least she found all the basics for her with the bins for fire, water and shelter.
Angelique resurfaced from the shelves with a small butt pack and a wider shoulder strap. She then came over to where Kara was waiting at the table.
Angelique set the bag down on the table. Kara could see some smaller stuff in the bag that she couldn’t readily identify.
“Alright Kara, what’s next?”
Kara began gesturing at bins as she spoke.
“These two bins have flame related stuff. This bin has various fire starting items, from Bic and Zippos on through weatherproof matches and holders, tea candles, flint and steel, ferrocerium rods, road flares, magnesium blocks and shavings, magnifying lenses, and a couple of chemical reaction types. The bin next to it has triox bars, heat tabs, alcohol stoves and fuel, camping stoves and fuel bottles, and such. These next bins have water carrying and purification stuff. This one has nothing but water bottles and canteens of different sizes, the next has water bladders, and the third has filters, straws, pumps and such. Over on the bottom shelf is the bin with all sorts of different space blankets and hypothermia kit stuff. Rummage around and get what you think you need for something like that little walk you just took. After you get done here we will go to where Garen and Bekka have the knives and things. Then we need to think about firearms. Have you ever shot and if so what and how good are you?”
Angelique thought about the questions for a moment and then replied.
“First, I have shot some, Mostly air rifle, target style. My friend Terry had a target BB rifle we would shoot in the hallway of his apartment. I was pretty decent, but the distance was about from here to where those green boxes are on the shelf,” indicating about halfway down the hall. “I shot my dad’s pistol a couple of times but not enough to call myself good at it. I hope we can scrounge up some clothes as well because I only have the one set, and they doesn’t look very Eastern European.” She began digging through the boxes, pulling out one thig then another, placing some in her bag, sometimes changing her mind when she came across something else. In the end, she ended up with the bag about a quarter to a third full. Once she had gone through all the bins Kara had indicated, she then turned to Kara, waiting to find out what was next.
“So, once or twice with a pistol. Well, for traveling around, a pistol is more covert, and easier to carry. We won’t mistake you for a high speed low drag special operations trooper, but for now we will start with a pistol so in a pinch you can defend yourself. This doesn’t mean cowboy up. This doesn’t mean charge at the enemy with your gun out. If you pull it out, it’s because you need to shoot somebody right now. If you are not in the process of shooting them, no one should know you have it, or at least not know right away. So let me see the size of your hand and your grip strength so we can figure out what pistol might work best.” She held out her hand for Angelique to squeeze. Angelique’s grip was quite strong, maybe stronger than Kara’s. This surprised Kara quite a bit.
“Where did you get a grip like that?”
“Our condo had a sport climbing gym next door that had an agreement for all the residents. I would go down there to get away from Mom and my brother, who had bought into Mom’s social elitist bull. I got pretty good. One of these days I want to try it on real rock.”
Kara figured with the size and strength of Angelique’s hands, they would be able to use one of the training rigs. This would work well since they already had all the pieces assembled and Garen could show it to be Center assets she was barrowing. She knew they were all being a bit over the top about worrying and contingency planning but four out of five of them had bullet holes in them in less than a full week.
“Let’s get you set up with a pistol, and combat gear. Then we need to do some shooting down here in the range. Then we can get to the sharp objects. I think we can also find some more clothes, I need some too.”
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara and Angelique went into the workshop where Garen was pilling stuff on one of the tables. Angelique set her bag on one of the other tables and came toward Kara and Garen who were already debating some options.
“She has quite a grip. She should be able to use the pistol from the training package with no problem.”
“But it wouldn’t work with the other half of the deception. I went through the stuff here and came up with a different concept.” Garen showed Kara a beat and battered old school Browning Hi-Power 9mm. It’s greenish Parkerized finish was blemished and scarred. Kara recognizes it from spending some range time with Garen. He had the insides heavily tweaked and tuned, but left the outside looking like trash.
“Well, that could definitely work. It has that non-US feel. So, what other pieces with it?”
Garen pulled out a old Swedish leather Mauser bandolier belt. It had five pouches built into it. They became popular with the comic-con crowd and the prices went through the roof since they were used as a prop in some Star Wars movie. He also had an old US leather flap holster with matching mag carriers.some old felt covered water bottles and a compass pouch rounded it out.
“Well, that’s an effective war belt, circa 1927. Did you have a blade to add to it?” Kara looked over at Angelique “why don’t you dump out your bag on the table over there” pointing at the large table. “That way you can see what fits in the belt and what goes in the bag.”
Garen chimes in. “Yeah, the concept is to put the most important basics in your pockets, then the next most important in the belt pouches, then the bail out bag. That way if you have to dump something, you still have the rest of the more important stuff for survival.”
For the next hour or so, they three of them went through the gear Angelique picked. For the most part, her selections were good ones but more traditional rather than progressive. This made more sense considering her study and passion for the old school survival and pioneering skills. She wasn’t as knowledgeable with some of the other elements like two part glycerin fire starting or battery and steel wool. Instead, she went with flint and steel, zippo, striker rod and such. She had chosen well, but not the most efficient. They got the belt sized, and all the pockets loaded. This was followed by opening a drawer and sorting through the folding knives before finding a couple for Angelique. Fixed blades were next, followed by a cheap but effective force multiplier for scavenging, a riggers axe. This was a long handled construction hammer/axe. All of the gear was also of a foreign make so it looked more appropriate for their ‘Ukrainian‘ visitor.
While Kara was helping get everything settled in place with Angelique, Garen was pulling gear and updating elements of his and Bekka’s gear.
Once Angelique’s gear was set, Garen and Kara got her familiar with the pistol at the indoor range.
Allyson and Bekka meanwhile were going through the truck prepping for tomorrow. There were a bunch of minor changes being made with the change in primary drivers. From different focus points on the mirrors to adjustments on the seat, the drivers position was reworked. The glass was cleaned inside and out. All the lights, fluids, belts and wipers, down to tire pressures were checked. Next, the gear loaded into it was double checked. Empty gas cans were loaded and tied down. All the tanks were filled to the brim. Med bags and survival gear was secured. A duffle bag full of duffle bags was tossed in. Tools for recovery and scrounging were loaded in as well. These ranged from a crowbar up through a cordless reciprocating saw. Axes and shovels were always on board for off road recovery needs. Their flat bed trailer was hooked up next. This was also gone through with a fine toothed comb. A large box of ratchet straps and tie down straps were loaded into the truck to secure any loads they picked up. This all took a while. Once they were done, they joined up with the rest of the crew for a good dinner meal to relax and recharge for the next day’s activities.
“She has quite a grip. She should be able to use the pistol from the training package with no problem.”
“But it wouldn’t work with the other half of the deception. I went through the stuff here and came up with a different concept.” Garen showed Kara a beat and battered old school Browning Hi-Power 9mm. It’s greenish Parkerized finish was blemished and scarred. Kara recognizes it from spending some range time with Garen. He had the insides heavily tweaked and tuned, but left the outside looking like trash.
“Well, that could definitely work. It has that non-US feel. So, what other pieces with it?”
Garen pulled out a old Swedish leather Mauser bandolier belt. It had five pouches built into it. They became popular with the comic-con crowd and the prices went through the roof since they were used as a prop in some Star Wars movie. He also had an old US leather flap holster with matching mag carriers.some old felt covered water bottles and a compass pouch rounded it out.
“Well, that’s an effective war belt, circa 1927. Did you have a blade to add to it?” Kara looked over at Angelique “why don’t you dump out your bag on the table over there” pointing at the large table. “That way you can see what fits in the belt and what goes in the bag.”
Garen chimes in. “Yeah, the concept is to put the most important basics in your pockets, then the next most important in the belt pouches, then the bail out bag. That way if you have to dump something, you still have the rest of the more important stuff for survival.”
For the next hour or so, they three of them went through the gear Angelique picked. For the most part, her selections were good ones but more traditional rather than progressive. This made more sense considering her study and passion for the old school survival and pioneering skills. She wasn’t as knowledgeable with some of the other elements like two part glycerin fire starting or battery and steel wool. Instead, she went with flint and steel, zippo, striker rod and such. She had chosen well, but not the most efficient. They got the belt sized, and all the pockets loaded. This was followed by opening a drawer and sorting through the folding knives before finding a couple for Angelique. Fixed blades were next, followed by a cheap but effective force multiplier for scavenging, a riggers axe. This was a long handled construction hammer/axe. All of the gear was also of a foreign make so it looked more appropriate for their ‘Ukrainian‘ visitor.
While Kara was helping get everything settled in place with Angelique, Garen was pulling gear and updating elements of his and Bekka’s gear.
Once Angelique’s gear was set, Garen and Kara got her familiar with the pistol at the indoor range.
Allyson and Bekka meanwhile were going through the truck prepping for tomorrow. There were a bunch of minor changes being made with the change in primary drivers. From different focus points on the mirrors to adjustments on the seat, the drivers position was reworked. The glass was cleaned inside and out. All the lights, fluids, belts and wipers, down to tire pressures were checked. Next, the gear loaded into it was double checked. Empty gas cans were loaded and tied down. All the tanks were filled to the brim. Med bags and survival gear was secured. A duffle bag full of duffle bags was tossed in. Tools for recovery and scrounging were loaded in as well. These ranged from a crowbar up through a cordless reciprocating saw. Axes and shovels were always on board for off road recovery needs. Their flat bed trailer was hooked up next. This was also gone through with a fine toothed comb. A large box of ratchet straps and tie down straps were loaded into the truck to secure any loads they picked up. This all took a while. Once they were done, they joined up with the rest of the crew for a good dinner meal to relax and recharge for the next day’s activities.
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Ick. Hope you feel better quickly!
Sportsman
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Lone_Hawk
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Texican
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Everyone was worn out after the last few days. Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. Most of the conversation was just bringing each other up to speed on the separate preparations for the next morning. Kara had found some more clothes for the three refugees to wear. They weren’t perfectly sized, but they beat only having one outfit.
After dinner, Garen reminded everyone there was an early start in the morning. He then told anyone that if they needed him, he was going to the hot tub. Bekka agreed that it sounded like a good idea to relax the pissed off muscles from the last few days.
Bekka, Garen and Kara headed into the master bedroom while Angelique and Allyson went into the guest bedroom. Allyson decided it would be a god time to sort out the sleeping arraignments and such with Angelique.
“So, Angelique, I was figuring unless you have a problem, a king-sized bed is big enough to share without getting in each other’s way.”
“I don’t have any problem with that. Just be warned though, I’m not big on cuddling.” Angelique replies with a lopsided grin. “So, a hot tub does sound like a great idea to relax. Maybe we could pop out there as well.”
“I agree. It sounds good.”
“Before we go out there, maybe you could tell me what’s the deal with those three? I mean, it seems like it’s the three of them, and then you, then me. I know I’m the new girl add on, but …..?”
“Evidently, they have worked together and known one another for years. Hell, I’m the new girl as well. I do know they trust each other without question. I’ve seen them do things I can barely believe. These guys were for the most part, especially Bekka, just giving the impression of little Polly homemaker. Garen and Kara were a bit more obvious in some of their former skills. Once I started teaching with them, it took a bit of time to get glimpses of what and who they really were or knew. One thing I know for sure, I want to be on their side rather than against them.”
They continued talking for around a half an hour until Allyson proclaimed that they should hit the hot tub if they were going to.
Allyson stepped into the sun room with the hot tub to see the tub lit from within, Garen, Kara and Bekka all already in the hot tub. The next thing she noticed was none of them appeared to be wearing swim suits of any kind. Before Allyson could say anything, Garen spoke up.
“Kara, hit the light and the bubbles, and make room.”
Allyson was trying to act nonplussed about the nudity and spoke up as the light in the tub went dark and the bubbles covered the surface of the water.
“That’s ok, I’m not a prude about being naked.”
Garen was quick to reply.
“It’s not about being a prude, it’s about being polite. The three of us,” indicating himself, Bekka and Kara, “are so used to one another that we don’t necessarily think about it, but we don’t want anybody else to be uncomfortable. Wearing something or not into the hot tub is your choice and we don’t want to cause problems.”
Allyson dropped her robe and pulled off the undergarments she was originally going to wear into the tub. She slid into the steaming water. It was hot enough to take her breath away at first. The heat relaxed her body all over in just a few minutes. She found herself resting her head on the side of the tub as she stared up into the night sky through the curved glass of the sun porch enclosure.
Angelique joined them a few moments later. She quickly took stock of the situation and was pleased she had read the situation correct. She had made a leap of thought and came prepared nude under the robe she wore out to the tub. Without a word, she dropped her robe and slid into the tub. For almost an hour the five were sitting with very little talking, just soaking up the heat and watching the night sky, each alone in their own thoughts yet together. Finally, Bekka excused herself first, climbing out and heading into the master bedroom, followed shortly by Garen, then Kara. Angelique finally admitted she felt quite cooked and headed in, leaving Allyson with her thoughts, trying to reevaluate her companions in the light of her talking with Angelique. Finally, she could take no more. She went back to the bedroom and went to sleep.
After dinner, Garen reminded everyone there was an early start in the morning. He then told anyone that if they needed him, he was going to the hot tub. Bekka agreed that it sounded like a good idea to relax the pissed off muscles from the last few days.
Bekka, Garen and Kara headed into the master bedroom while Angelique and Allyson went into the guest bedroom. Allyson decided it would be a god time to sort out the sleeping arraignments and such with Angelique.
“So, Angelique, I was figuring unless you have a problem, a king-sized bed is big enough to share without getting in each other’s way.”
“I don’t have any problem with that. Just be warned though, I’m not big on cuddling.” Angelique replies with a lopsided grin. “So, a hot tub does sound like a great idea to relax. Maybe we could pop out there as well.”
“I agree. It sounds good.”
“Before we go out there, maybe you could tell me what’s the deal with those three? I mean, it seems like it’s the three of them, and then you, then me. I know I’m the new girl add on, but …..?”
“Evidently, they have worked together and known one another for years. Hell, I’m the new girl as well. I do know they trust each other without question. I’ve seen them do things I can barely believe. These guys were for the most part, especially Bekka, just giving the impression of little Polly homemaker. Garen and Kara were a bit more obvious in some of their former skills. Once I started teaching with them, it took a bit of time to get glimpses of what and who they really were or knew. One thing I know for sure, I want to be on their side rather than against them.”
They continued talking for around a half an hour until Allyson proclaimed that they should hit the hot tub if they were going to.
Allyson stepped into the sun room with the hot tub to see the tub lit from within, Garen, Kara and Bekka all already in the hot tub. The next thing she noticed was none of them appeared to be wearing swim suits of any kind. Before Allyson could say anything, Garen spoke up.
“Kara, hit the light and the bubbles, and make room.”
Allyson was trying to act nonplussed about the nudity and spoke up as the light in the tub went dark and the bubbles covered the surface of the water.
“That’s ok, I’m not a prude about being naked.”
Garen was quick to reply.
“It’s not about being a prude, it’s about being polite. The three of us,” indicating himself, Bekka and Kara, “are so used to one another that we don’t necessarily think about it, but we don’t want anybody else to be uncomfortable. Wearing something or not into the hot tub is your choice and we don’t want to cause problems.”
Allyson dropped her robe and pulled off the undergarments she was originally going to wear into the tub. She slid into the steaming water. It was hot enough to take her breath away at first. The heat relaxed her body all over in just a few minutes. She found herself resting her head on the side of the tub as she stared up into the night sky through the curved glass of the sun porch enclosure.
Angelique joined them a few moments later. She quickly took stock of the situation and was pleased she had read the situation correct. She had made a leap of thought and came prepared nude under the robe she wore out to the tub. Without a word, she dropped her robe and slid into the tub. For almost an hour the five were sitting with very little talking, just soaking up the heat and watching the night sky, each alone in their own thoughts yet together. Finally, Bekka excused herself first, climbing out and heading into the master bedroom, followed shortly by Garen, then Kara. Angelique finally admitted she felt quite cooked and headed in, leaving Allyson with her thoughts, trying to reevaluate her companions in the light of her talking with Angelique. Finally, she could take no more. She went back to the bedroom and went to sleep.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The predawn light was barely changing when the truck with Garen, Bekka and Angelique rolled out the gate. Bekka was behind the driver’s seat. Angelique was in the passenger seat next to her. In the back seat area of the cab facing backwards, Garen sat on a spare Subaru front seat bolted to a couple of 4x6s attached to the floor where they had taken out the normal rear seat of the crew style cab.. The seat was a leftover from an upgrade project Bekka did on her Forester. They figured to put Garen watching their back and a real seat would work better but they didn’t want to take up space in the bed of the truck. This was also less obvious.
They also had the windows open all around so they could hear the surroundings as well as see them. Bekka was taking the time to ask some light questions and get to know Angelique a little better. What she found was, for the most part, a normal 17 year old kid who had issues with her divorced parents, was still trying to work out some direction for her life, was conflicted on many issues, had developed a love for outdoor studies such as pioneer life, the mountain men of the westward expansion, survival and camping skills, all from her father’s influence, as well as a keen interest in her Russian heritage from her grandfather. She had also developed a hatred for the whole social butterfly scene her mother was so passionate about. Bekka tried to keep the conversation on the light side since there was no real need to bring up the disturbing situation they had all been thrust into.
Meanwhile, Garen was making list after list in his head, trying to figure out all the things he wanted to get from the Center if any of it was still there. His primary responsibility during the drive was to watch for any suspicious activity behind them as well as evaluate the road headed in the direction they had just came from in case they had to go that way in a hurry. He also was trying t observe the conditions of any people he saw. Such things as clean or dirty, home intact or destroyed, any refugees on the road, signs of government response at any level. All of these things could be important.
Bekka’s route was taking them through many of the older well established neighborhoods. These were well constructed brick homes and stone homes. Some of these homes showed signs of habitation. There was smoke coming out of a few of the chimneys. There were also beginning to be signs of violence. They passed a few cars and SUVs that looked out of place for the area. Some of these were stopped at odd angles with large holes in the random patterns of buckshot in them. One or two were even burned to empty husks. By this point, the conversations in the front had tapered off and died of its own accord. Everyone was now one hundred percent focused on their sectors of observation. No one was expecting this to be easy and carefree, but they were hoping. About every two blocks, Bekka would identify a prominent object as the rally point if they had to suddenly exit the vehicle and got separated. Garen reminded everyone to grab their bail bags if they had to do so as well.
Garen was used to making this trip to work in about an hour. He knew at the pace they were traveling, it was going to be midday at least, if they were lucky, before they got to the Center.
They also had the windows open all around so they could hear the surroundings as well as see them. Bekka was taking the time to ask some light questions and get to know Angelique a little better. What she found was, for the most part, a normal 17 year old kid who had issues with her divorced parents, was still trying to work out some direction for her life, was conflicted on many issues, had developed a love for outdoor studies such as pioneer life, the mountain men of the westward expansion, survival and camping skills, all from her father’s influence, as well as a keen interest in her Russian heritage from her grandfather. She had also developed a hatred for the whole social butterfly scene her mother was so passionate about. Bekka tried to keep the conversation on the light side since there was no real need to bring up the disturbing situation they had all been thrust into.
Meanwhile, Garen was making list after list in his head, trying to figure out all the things he wanted to get from the Center if any of it was still there. His primary responsibility during the drive was to watch for any suspicious activity behind them as well as evaluate the road headed in the direction they had just came from in case they had to go that way in a hurry. He also was trying t observe the conditions of any people he saw. Such things as clean or dirty, home intact or destroyed, any refugees on the road, signs of government response at any level. All of these things could be important.
Bekka’s route was taking them through many of the older well established neighborhoods. These were well constructed brick homes and stone homes. Some of these homes showed signs of habitation. There was smoke coming out of a few of the chimneys. There were also beginning to be signs of violence. They passed a few cars and SUVs that looked out of place for the area. Some of these were stopped at odd angles with large holes in the random patterns of buckshot in them. One or two were even burned to empty husks. By this point, the conversations in the front had tapered off and died of its own accord. Everyone was now one hundred percent focused on their sectors of observation. No one was expecting this to be easy and carefree, but they were hoping. About every two blocks, Bekka would identify a prominent object as the rally point if they had to suddenly exit the vehicle and got separated. Garen reminded everyone to grab their bail bags if they had to do so as well.
Garen was used to making this trip to work in about an hour. He knew at the pace they were traveling, it was going to be midday at least, if they were lucky, before they got to the Center.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
With the crew on their way to the center, Kara and Allyson were kind of in a holding pattern. They didn’t want to get too involved in any one thing in case they had to drop and run to help Bekka and Garen. Kara was a bit nervous. Not at the prospect of having to rush to the rescue. That didn’t worry her. The part that worried her was that Bekka had given her the key to her Subaru to use as the response vehicle. This was Bekka’s baby. True, it made the most sense. It would be able to carry more people, including injured. It could tow the small trailer they took. It was much quieter and less obtrusive than the Hyena as well. But it was also Bekka’s baby.
Allyson and Kara went through the supplies and such, prepping everything they thought they might need if it came to a rescue mission. One of the things they did was take several old daypacks and filled them with spare loaded magazines for the long guns and the pistols that Garen and Bekka had with them. This was so they could hand them a quick resupply of ammo. They also took a smaller bag and put extra magazines for Angelique’s pistol. They put two EMS style backboards onto the roof, along with a pair of plastic roll up sled/litters. A pair of overloaded medical rucksacks went into the SUV as well. Several cases of water and a couple cases of MREs went inside as well. Extra batteries for the night vision goggles went into the center consol. Bekka’s spare portable long range radio was in a small external pouch attached to Kara’s bail bag. The Subaru already had a full radio suite installed, complete with adapters to plug their headsets into it.
The entire time they were getting ready, Kara was thinking. And Agonizing. And debating. She came to the same conclusion she had before.
“Allyson, the driving duties are going to be yours again. We both study the route but you will do the driving. However, a word of warning. This car is Bekka’s pride and joy. Do not, DO NOT bend, break or crash it without a life threatening need. Once we get all loaded, let’s take it for a short drive around the property so you can get a feel for it.” She tossed the keys over to Allyson.
Allyson was in some ways feeling better about the whole dynamics of the group. She wasn’t the new kid, she was being included in planning, and was also given key roles in what they were doing.
After a certain point, they realized they were just being busy to be busy. They stopped and fixed an early lunch. Kara suggested doing it more of a picnic style down by the pond. They could drive down in the Subaru and keep monitoring the radios. Kara’s primary reason for wanting this was to try and calm the jumble that was her mind. Down by the pond, the water helped her do this. The familiarization drive was the perfect excuse.
Allyson and Kara went through the supplies and such, prepping everything they thought they might need if it came to a rescue mission. One of the things they did was take several old daypacks and filled them with spare loaded magazines for the long guns and the pistols that Garen and Bekka had with them. This was so they could hand them a quick resupply of ammo. They also took a smaller bag and put extra magazines for Angelique’s pistol. They put two EMS style backboards onto the roof, along with a pair of plastic roll up sled/litters. A pair of overloaded medical rucksacks went into the SUV as well. Several cases of water and a couple cases of MREs went inside as well. Extra batteries for the night vision goggles went into the center consol. Bekka’s spare portable long range radio was in a small external pouch attached to Kara’s bail bag. The Subaru already had a full radio suite installed, complete with adapters to plug their headsets into it.
The entire time they were getting ready, Kara was thinking. And Agonizing. And debating. She came to the same conclusion she had before.
“Allyson, the driving duties are going to be yours again. We both study the route but you will do the driving. However, a word of warning. This car is Bekka’s pride and joy. Do not, DO NOT bend, break or crash it without a life threatening need. Once we get all loaded, let’s take it for a short drive around the property so you can get a feel for it.” She tossed the keys over to Allyson.
Allyson was in some ways feeling better about the whole dynamics of the group. She wasn’t the new kid, she was being included in planning, and was also given key roles in what they were doing.
After a certain point, they realized they were just being busy to be busy. They stopped and fixed an early lunch. Kara suggested doing it more of a picnic style down by the pond. They could drive down in the Subaru and keep monitoring the radios. Kara’s primary reason for wanting this was to try and calm the jumble that was her mind. Down by the pond, the water helped her do this. The familiarization drive was the perfect excuse.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
“Allyson, the driving duties are going to be yours again. We both study the route but you will do the driving. However, a word of warning. This car is Bekka’s pride and joy. Do not, DO NOT bend, break or crash it without a life threatening need. Once we get all loaded, let’s take it for a short drive around the property so you can get a feel for it.” She tossed the keys over to Allyson.
Its a car.... A car is a tool to be used....
I would run it through at least a mud puddle to cover up the shiny....
Texican....
Its a car.... A car is a tool to be used....
I would run it through at least a mud puddle to cover up the shiny....
Texican....