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With a smile, Jessie nodded as Stephanie pointed in the direction of the mess. "It is. Been here long enough to know that."
Long enough and you still know less than half of the people here by their faces...
Jessie began walking with Stephanie towards the mess and glanced her direction. "You said you are new here? Like 'new' new?" She hadn't seen her before, of that she was certain, but again, she didn't keep large company. The fact that she might not really know someone or recognize them was a distinct possibility.
As they arrived to the mess, Jessie stepped inside and cast a look Stephanie's direction. "Truth be told, as much as unwinding sounds like a good idea... I'd rather not go for the next day... or two... or fourteen. I sort of have a... rhythm I follow and this will certainly throw a wrench in it." With a small shrug she glanced around the dining facility. It wasn't as crowded as she thought it would be, but she wasn't going to complain about that.
"Well, at least there are plenty of open spots. After you," she said softly.
Jessie had to admit this was nice. Being able to speak to someone as candidly as she was felt refreshing. But Stephanie had a point. Best be enjoyed now before tomorrow. The next week or two was going to be long and it was going to suck.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Apr 23, 2016 7:53:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Jessie, unless there's any objections, I'm going to move our coming conversation to a separate thread; there's a three-way convo upcoming btwn Daniel, Tegan and Bam that'll take place here. Once they're finished, we'll come back to this thread.)
Sitting in his office over in Intake & Receiving, Daniel sat back in his chair, thinking about a whole raft of different things - the events out on Long Island, the Hive's plan for Yankee Stadium - all the while taking long, long looks over at a nearby wall, upon which was plastered and pinned maps and pictures of Yankee Stadium. Getting up, he studied the pictures and maps, so much so that he didn't hear both Tegan and Bam entering the office. "You wanted to see us, boss?" Tegan said.
Running his hand over his bald head - God, do I need a shave there or what? he mused - he continued looking at everything and said. "Okay, so Fran and the other Overseers want us to conquer Yankee Stadium...how do we go about doing that, kids? How?" all the while continuing to look at everything.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Apr 25, 2016 0:21:39 GMT -5
Walking up to the myriad of pictures and maps, Tegan studied it all before speaking. "Well, there's four places we can enter here," tapping a few spots on a map. "Gate 6, here, the main entrance," she began, "along with this peripheral gate here...Gate 4. Pontius and Manny are going to use grappling hooks and try to get in up here," pointing to a set of office windows fronting the offices of the former New York Yankees, "while there's a service entrance around here," going through several pics' before finding one with the service entrance illustrated, "that we use as a supply and staging area."
"Good, but your three teams - yours', Bam's and the Suicide Twins, a/k/a Pontius and Manny - are gonna' be separated from each other and from my Scavengers further back; what happens should any one of them get in trouble?" Daniel said. "As many labyrinthine passageways there are once you get past the public spaces, you could get caught and trapped easily in any of them--"
"We'll use spray paint to mark our way through," Tegan replied. "Every time we reach an intersection or new passageway, we'll mark it..."
"Which is all good, Tegan, but when we get out there, we'll need to make sure everyone knows which color which team is using or it could get confusing." As they stood there, Bam interjected. "For starters, we'll also gonna' need comms; rovers, shoulder mics, gaming rigs, simplex radios, the works. We'll also need someone in each group to make notes of where intersections and dead areas are or like Daniel says, we could get into trouble and not have a way out...or a way to support the other groups."
For several minutes they stood silently, digesting everything. "He's right," Tegan said. "We'll also need to make sure everyone's carrying enough ammo for at least the first couple days; I know you said we're getting resupply every day or so...which reminds me," walking back up to the wall and tapping the service entrance. "Has anyone thought to check the infrastructure at Yankee Stadium? I mean, I know its' a crappy stadium and all but," subtly digging Daniel's love for the Bronx Bombers, "if they've got fuel and power and we can get everything there up and running, that would save on resupply runs; God only knows the Beancounter Overseer'll pitch a bitch if, God forbid, we need to suck oil and other supplies from the Island--"
"Got it, Tegan, you don't need to insult the Overseers though, understood?" Daniel said rather dryly. "Especially in the presence of one," he added with more dryness. Staring at the wall, he added, "Bam, how are you and Tegan gonna' split your teams up? Other than the Suicide Climbers, who's going into which group?" he asked.
Post by Brandon Cole on Apr 27, 2016 18:19:47 GMT -5
"Well," Bam said, looking at all the maps for a second, "I don't know who Tegan's going to pick, but I know who I want, not counting whoever we get for a medic, I'll take Johnny, Dave, Andy...and the two newbies--"
"Jessie and Stephanie?" Daniel asked, seemingly perplexed. "You like living dangerously, don't you, Bam?" wondering why Bam would take two rookies under his wing...and with the assault on Yankee Stadium looming.
"Like Tegan said earlier, Jessie's smart, she knows how to handle herself," Bam replied, smiling. "And Stephanie's no slouch either; have you seen her on the pistol range? Most people I know - including present company," he deadpanned, "can't make headshots regularly; I saw Stephanie empty an entire pistol clip into a target....all of them headshots and all of them in a nice, tight, target spread." Shaking his head at the memory of that shooting display, he added, "That girl has iceblood in her veins, I tell you."
"Yeah, you got a point," Daniel said; he'd seen the shooting display Bam was referring to and was highly impressed...armorer or not, Stephanie was damn good on the steel, he thought. Studying the exterior photos of Yankee Stadium, he continued. "I"d make one change to the plan: have Frans go with the Suicide Climbers; they're going to need a shooter with them until they can hoist their weapons and gear up to them.
"Other than that, I can't think of anything off-hand that needs fixing; let's run with this," he finished, arms folded across his chest and looking at both Tegan and Daniel to see what they thought.
Studying the wall in front of him, Daniel ran every conceivable scenario in his head for the coming assault on Yankee Stadium, trying to imagine this and that, to the point where he felt like his eyeballs were starting to weigh down with the heaviness of it all. Now I know how Eisenhower felt before D-Day, he sighed...only he didn't have walkers roaming the earth.
Looking over at both Tegan and Bam, he shook his head; try as he could, he couldn't think of any objections to their plans. "Alright, start prepping to go tomorrow. Dismissed." As they walked out of the room, he grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, the back facing the wall. Am I missing anything? he kept asking himself over and over; finally, satisfied that the plan they'd come up with would work, he got up and grabbed his radio from the desk. "Can you get the Communications Overseer on the radio?" he said. "Yeah, I'll wait; just tell Fran its' Combat Overseer Daniel," adding laconically, "no rush, only sometime this century."
Post by Brandon Cole on May 5, 2016 0:26:37 GMT -5
Meanwhile, outside the Armory....As he walked over to the Armory, Bam was still ticked at not only his bad luck at poker - there's a few chits I'll owe Chief Armorer Haley, he grimacely mused - but he was also miffed at the fact that there was now a delay in the trip to Yankee Stadiumas well. Blowing out a long breath, he got to the door of the Armory and found the door locked; this wasn't unusual - standing policy was that the Armory Door was to remain locked and the only keys to the Armory Door were in the hands of the Island's Armorers, one of which he knew was inside, since Stephanie, as he remembered, was the overnight armorer...what was unusual was hearing some interesting noises coming from inside the Armory.
After listening to whatever was going on for a moment - and laughing at a few muffled moans - he shook his head and quietly laughed; whatever was going on, he didn't want to know about it and he wasn't about to interrupt what sounded like a heavy case of in flagrante delicto in progress. Deciding that discretion really the better part of valor, he instead opted to leave Stephanie a note about the delay; kneeling down, he slid it just inside the door and turned around, walking away and letting sleeping dogs lie...
Last Edit: May 5, 2016 0:33:46 GMT -5 by Brandon Cole
A few minutes passed before their was any feedback. "Hello Daniel. Francesca here.. Which you probably can tell by my voice."
The redhead lashed on her end of the line before continuing. "What is it if may ask that was important so early."
"Apologies for waking you up at this early hour, Francesca, but we have a plan ready for Yankee Stadium," Daniel said, parsing his words; he could go into detail when he brought his plan to the other Overseers. "How soon can we get the other Overseers together to go over it?" he asked.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 9, 2016 4:16:01 GMT -5
Late morning.... After a couple hours of what seemed like the best sleep she'd had in ages, Stephanie sat up in her bed and looked around the Scav Shack, the name everyone gave the long dormitory-style quarters that the Island's coterie of Scouts and Scavengers used as sleeping quarters. All throughout the Shack, she could see a few others resting; here and there, an individual or two were talking to one another but otherwise it was quiet.
Getting up, Stephanie grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed for the showers, figuring it would wake up her up. After a quick shower, she got dressed, then headed back out into the dormitory to grab her sidearm and begin another day. I need to work on my pistol skills some more, she thought, adding, then I'll grab a bite to eat.
"Wake up," came Dillon's voice but Jessie laid face down in her pillow with her arm hanging off the side, just lightly touching the floor and showed no signs of waking up.
"Go 'way." Resolute in ignoring him, she didn't move a single muscle. When he spoke again though, Jessie let out a load groan to show her displeasure of him attempting to wake her.
"You have been out for a while. You should consider waking up now. You'll sleep the rest of the day away. 'Scout.'" His words had little effect but when she felt his hand on her shoulder and nudging her lightly, her eyes opened.
Jessie looked to him with one eye half open, while half of her face was still entrenched in her pillow. "Whhhhyyyy do you hate me?" she groaned and once more as she buried her face in her pillow. When she heard him sigh, she felt the blanket be tugged. Her arms managed to grab hold of the blanket as he pulled exposing some of her back to him. With the blanket still secured around her though, Jessie felt a sense of victory. That turned quickly to panic when she felt him pull up on her bra.
"Wake up, Jessie. Last warning." His tone was neutral but Jessie knew he'd do it.
"Wait. Wait, seriously, Dillon." She looked up at him as he had his brow arched and shook his head. She saw the look in his eye and knew he was going to do it.
"Not fast enough," he said and pulled hard on the elastic banding near the clamps and let it snap back into place. The resounding snap and Jessie's reaction seemed to have the desired effect. He was smiling.
She cried out as the band slapped into the center of her back as she rolled to her side. With a scowl, Jessie sat up and kicked her legs over the side of the bed and let the blanket fall across her lap. "Dillon, why? That hurt, dude..."
"Take a shower, get dressed. You got thirty minutes. I'll see you in the mess alright?" Without waiting for her to respond, he left her with a red mark in the center of her back, wide awake now and irritated. But he wasn't wrong. She needed to get moving.
Gathering up her things, she took a shower, changed into a dark green and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up above the elbows and a white tank top under it. She wore simple blue jeans and her black boots and made her way to the mess after about twenty minutes since her rude awakening.
Not really looking to see who was inside the mess, she waited in line, grabbed her food and took a seat at a somewhat empty table. The idea of the briefing she had to attend later today was starting to crawl its way back into her mind and she wasn't eager about the prospects of it. But Steph was right. Thinking about it wasn't going to make it any better. Yet, here she was. Letting it weasel it's way into her thought process.
One thing was for sure; she wasn't nearly hungry enough after only being awake less than thirty minutes. She just eyed her food while she sipped on her coffee.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 10, 2016 0:33:04 GMT -5
After getting in a couple mags' worth of shooting practice at one of the Hive's pistol ranges, Stephanie felt pretty confident about the coming assault on Yankee Stadium, even if it did grate on her to find out it was delayed for the time being. She was in the process of leaving for the mess hall when she ran into the Hive's Chief Armorer as he was entering the pistol range. "Travis, sir," she said, "what brings you by?"
"Just getting in my monthly training," he quipped. A former Force Recon Marine, Travis Haley was the Island's Chief Armorer; every weapon the island's occupants used or possessed - everything from pistols all the way to heavy weapons - were maintained by him and the half-dozen or so of the Island's armorers, of which Stephanie was one of them. "By the way, great work on getting the rigs and everything prepped for the assault," he added, pausing to load the .45 he carried.
"Thank you, Chief," Stephanie replied, grateful the work her and Jessie did the night before had been successful. "Just doing what I can, sir--"
"And you're doing a great job; don't let anyone tell you different," Travis said, pausing again to fire at a target from his position on the range. "By the way, since the Lead Scout wants you on the assault to Yankee Stadium," firing a few more rounds downrange, "take whatever supplies and equipment you need; we'll make up for it while you're over there, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Stephanie beamed, knowing she'd just been given carte blanche' to appropriate whatever she needed for the trip over to the South Bronx landmark...and since the Chief Armorer worked directly for the Combat Overseer, that meant anything on the Island itself. "Anything else?"
"Nothing that can't wait," he replied, switching out pistol mags. "Carry on." Without waiting, Stephanie all-but-bounced her way outside and headed over to the mess hall, an extra spring in her step...not that last night with Jessie didn't do that already, she happily mused.
A tray hit the table which made a loud clattering that made Jessie jump and snapped her back from her thoughts. Dillon took a seat across from her and his expression was neutral. When he had that look, he was annoyed and Jessie let out a soft sigh. She didn't want an interrogation right now but she knew it was coming.
"What's going on? You are acting real fuckin' weird. Even for you." Dillon didn't even look at his tray but focused on her.
How could she really convince him she was fine? Most of what she would say wouldn't do it, she figured. She didn't want to mention anything she had done with Stephanie because... it wasn't anyone else's business. That was the truth.
Dillon's gaze pierced through her and she only let out another, longer sigh. "I'm fine. I just... I saw the trucks that came back yesterday. All... shot up. I saw some blood on one of them, some of the Scouts were hurt and I saw them take the body of one of them out too. I went down there to help with the haul they had but they had nothing because of some... shooter."
Jessie sipped her coffee and her appetite was effectively gone. Her eyes looked to Dillon with her brows slightly raised and Dillon nodded slightly.
"After that, I was told I was going to be a Scout. Maybe to replace... I don't know. And then they told us about Yankee Stadium and... You think I wanna go out there? Like... be the 'first in' sort of thing? Fuck, Dillon. You know me better than most. I'm not the 'go-getter' type. Then I spoke to one of the other Scouts who was new too and... She helped sort of clear my mind. But you know how I am. I think about things too much, maybe. I don't know. I mean, for Christ sake, how many times do you have to make sure I'm up?"
He smiled a little at that. "You're gonna be fine. You're smart, Jess. You know what you can and can't do. If they thought you could do this, you can. Look, just... don't bottle up like that. I've seen you have little panic moments before. This isn't something to freak out over. Besides we all get em. I promise you. I've always had your back though. Don't forget it."
Part of her felt some weight get lifted from her. It was true, he had always had her back and she was always grateful. Hearing his concern followed by his comforting words helped more than she wanted to admit. What didn't help was Yankee Stadium getting pushed back.
Letting out a long sigh, Jessie leaned back with a small smile. "You're an asshole, by the way. That shit you pulled this morning, literally. That hurt. What a dick way to wake someone up. Seriously."
Dillon smiled and shrugged as he began to chow down on the food. "Got you moving, didn't it?"
She rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. Now the only thing that needed to happen was that brief.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 10, 2016 23:18:42 GMT -5
Walking inside the mess hall, still pretty jazzed over the Chief Armorer's bit of good news, Stephanie remembered that she needed to eat something or she'd be worthless later on in the day. Grabbing a tray and some utensils, she got what looked like chicken pot pie - or is that pigeon? she thought; as hungry as she was, though, she didn't really care...as she rationalized it, it was food, it was steaming hot and it looked halfway good.
Grabbing a cup of coffee - which was equally as steamy as the food - she looked around for a place to sit; seeing Jessie at one of the tables, she made her way over and said hello, smiling. Sitting down, she noticed another person nearby; thinking she was pretty sure she'd seen the other around somewhere, she decided to take a shot in the dark. "You were with the search teams a few nights ago when they found that intruder, right?" she asked the man, taking a bite as she sat there. She knew she'd seen him somewhere; she just didn't know where, adding, Wonder if he's going to Yankee Stadium as well?
When Steph said 'hello', Jessie froze for a moment. She looked up to see Steph take a seat and she raised her brow. "Hey..." she whispered as she returned the smile, if it was somewhat surprised.
Dillon looked to Jessie and raised his brow in turn before he looked to Stephanie. "Yeah, I was. Was late to the show cause of her. She sleeps in a bit too much." He smiled to Jessie before he looked back to Stephanie. "Dillon. Nice to meet you..?" he said trailing off as he extended a hand to Steph.
Jessie sighed a little and looked to Stephanie. She sipped her coffee and cleared her throat. "I like my sleep. Routines..." With a shrug, Jessie took another sip of her coffee and looked at her food.
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, 'routines'. Sure. Lazy is what it is." Dillon looked back to Stephanie and cocked his head to the side. "So, what do you do around here? How do you know Jessie?"
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 11, 2016 1:54:47 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Dillon; I'm Stephanie," she said, shaking Dillon's hand in a firm but friendly manner. Hearing Dillon's dig at the younger woman, it was all Stephanie could do not to say anything but as much as she wanted to, she knew the connections and links that had begun to build between the two women could be torn asunder with one wrong step.
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, 'routines'. Sure. Lazy is what it is." Dillon looked back to Stephanie and cocked his head to the side. "So, what do you do around here? How do you know Jessie?"
"Now, come on," Stephanie said in-between drinks of coffee, "Jessie's not lazy; she's a hard worker, a good person and she's going to go far in this world, mark my words," pausing to ponder Dillon's questions. "I work over in the Armory, right next to where the Maintenance bays are, fixing weapons, making sure all the gear and everything works and is up to shape.
"How do I know Jessie?" she added, remembering both her own mental admonition, the delicate mental-minefield walk she'd had to do early this morning with Jessie and the simple fact that she didn't want to blow any chance at having a long-term relationship with the younger woman. "I know her," she said with a fait accompli' kind of tone, as if she'd known Jessie for a long, long time. "Most everything that happens here on the Hive and everyone that carries a weapon of some sort travels through the Armory at some time or another, Dillon, so..." Wanting to not possibly on any potential landmines like she'd had to do this morning, Stephanie opted to change the conversation. "So, were you originally from the Big Apple as Jessie is or..?" The sounded dumb but as Stephanie looked at it, she could either try and make a little smalltalk while they sat there or she could go blindly out on that proverbial limb and risk having it break under her.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on May 11, 2016 2:20:08 GMT -5
Elsewhere on the Island.... With the hours counting down before the evening briefing on Yankee Stadium was to go down, Tegan walked around, trying to compose her thoughts for the briefing. Hers' was a solitary walk, the walk of someone who had a million different going through her head, a million different thoughts of what might go wrong or what might happen; all these thoughts bounded around her mind. Eventually, she mentally screamed Enough! and walked as fast as she could to one of the Maintenance Bays; stepping inside, she smiled at the sight of what was, for her, a year's long (at least!) project of love and joy - a restored MD-500 helicopter, specifically the one she'd flown three-plus years ago over the Big Apple when everything fell apart.
Running over, she climbed inside and sat down in the right seat, the traditional aircraft commander's seat. All the hard work, the sweat, the exertion, all of it had succeeded...even if it never flew, never got off the ground, it was back. Memories came rushing back as she sat and looked at everything, thinking, They even got the paint in the right colors! It was all she could do not to cry as she sat there but she kept the emotions in check; instead, she felt a lot better. One of these days, she whispered, lightly patting the instrument panel in front of her and smiling, one of these days, we're gonna' wheel this bird out, light the turbines...and take this mother out for a ride!
For the longest time, she sat inside the bird, her tense thoughts falling by the wayside...eventually, though, she started to hear the voices of mechanics working on nearby vehicles and decided not to make a spectacle of it all; climbing out of the helicopter, she gave the airframe a friendly caress - the way one would caress a lover - before quietly closing the pilot's door and walking back outside. Although it was still a somewhat dreary day, Tegan felt a lot better than she had walking inside the maintenance bay and as she left, she decided not to worry; there was a briefing to conduct that evening and she needed to finish preparing for it.
Jessie continued to sip at her coffee with a small smile constantly tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes fell on Stephanie as Dillon seemed to interrogate the woman. Come time for Dillon to answer one of Steph's questions, her eyes rested on him. This continued as the pair went back and forth.
Dillon shook his head once. "Nah, I'm from Jersey. Grew up outside of Newark, moved to Monmouth County in central Jersey when I was twelve. Lived there till this went down. Came to New York on a trip North. Was trying to get to Canada, but heard about this joint so I opted to stay."
As the two continued, Jessie picked at her food. Stephanie was avoiding some of Dillon's pointed questions and she was grateful. It wasn't that she was ashamed of Stephanie or what they had done. She just didn't want it broadcast. Besides it wasn't their business.
"Armorer, huh?" Dillon asked and raised his brow. "Nice." He looked to Jessie and smiled a little as he continued to eat.
She knew the look he gave her and her smile waned a little. "So, anyway. You aren't on shift at the armory before the brief are you?" She brought her cup to her lips once more and took a small sip. "I wish it was now. I'd rather get this out of the way now. I just wanna know when this thing is supposed to kick off."
"Relax," Dillon said softly. "It ain't gonna come any faster the more you worry." He looked to Stephanie. "You going on that push for the stadium too?"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on May 11, 2016 8:19:26 GMT -5
Francesca tried to stay focus but the lack of coffee in her system didn't help her stay awake. "Uhh later I guess. I don't know their scheduals I haven't look at the,." She sighed knowing her tone was more annoyed then helpful. "What about Yankee Stadium anyways? Any news.." Her questions were quick as her eyes melt closeing
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