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As far as convoys went, this one was pretty small - only an armored truck and one big SUV trailing along behind it, looking for all the world like a family going on vacation. (If that family were made up of hefty, well-armed men and women, anyway.) Considering what they were transporting was both stolen and probably illegal to own without a double handful of permits from the government, they probably didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves.
Unfortunately from them, they'd certainly caught someone's notice.
Texas had a lot of open, flat land. Their target was heading south; Eli was willing to bet they were making for the border. He was about 89% certain they were making for the Gulf, and the direction they had taken today seemed to support that, but it was still a long, long drive to the beach. Eli would rather stay away from water; he had made a point to plan this out so that they wouldn't have to try and catch their target on the ocean.
The targets had left Amarillo about two hours ago; Eli and the rest of his team had spent most of the night prepping the intercept point. Once the two vehicles took an exit ramp, with no one but a dark red truck following them at a safe distance, road work signs and barriers had been pulled across the exit ramp, to prevent anyone else from driving unknowingly into the trap.
Several miles away from the interstate, and tens of miles away from anything that could count as civilization, Eli had dragged three heavy roadwork barriers across the road. His teammates were less than helpful - "They're too heavy for us," they claimed innocently, because they all knew that Eli's strength increased when he transformed. He was pretty sure they were all just being lazy, but didn't see any point in yelling at them for it.
He had eight members of his team at the intercept point; Kawai was following the target in her red truck with two others. Maybe a dozen people was a bit overkill, but Eli had been given a pretty good-sized budget to work with, and he'd rather spend it on an excellent team than surplus equipment. (He knew some team leaders who would be as cheap as possible on the mission, and then pocket the leftover cash by claiming a ridiculous amount of small expenses like food and board.)
Eli himself was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with the bulk to back it up. Despite the hot noon sun beating down on them, he wore a long-sleeved shirt with a high collar - Eli had some fairly memorable tattoos on his arms and neck. He'd prefer to keep those hidden during jobs, to avoid being recognized later by someone they had worked against.
Kawai radioed ahead when they were about five miles away from the interception point. Eli and some of the others hunkered down behind the barriers they had dragged across the road, to force their targets to a stop; Kawai would block the way out with her truck.
He had a pair of pistols tucked into his shoulder holsters, but they were all armed with bigger rifles.
"Don't want to start a fight right away," he told the others; they all wore an earpiece. "Let's try scaring them into giving up first."
That was probably a long shot, but Eli would prefer to get this over and done without killing anyone.
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Unfortunately from them, they'd certainly caught someone's notice.
Texas had a lot of open, flat land. Their target was heading south; Eli was willing to bet they were making for the border. He was about 89% certain they were making for the Gulf, and the direction they had taken today seemed to support that, but it was still a long, long drive to the beach. Eli would rather stay away from water; he had made a point to plan this out so that they wouldn't have to try and catch their target on the ocean.
The targets had left Amarillo about two hours ago; Eli and the rest of his team had spent most of the night prepping the intercept point. Once the two vehicles took an exit ramp, with no one but a dark red truck following them at a safe distance, road work signs and barriers had been pulled across the exit ramp, to prevent anyone else from driving unknowingly into the trap.
Several miles away from the interstate, and tens of miles away from anything that could count as civilization, Eli had dragged three heavy roadwork barriers across the road. His teammates were less than helpful - "They're too heavy for us," they claimed innocently, because they all knew that Eli's strength increased when he transformed. He was pretty sure they were all just being lazy, but didn't see any point in yelling at them for it.
He had eight members of his team at the intercept point; Kawai was following the target in her red truck with two others. Maybe a dozen people was a bit overkill, but Eli had been given a pretty good-sized budget to work with, and he'd rather spend it on an excellent team than surplus equipment. (He knew some team leaders who would be as cheap as possible on the mission, and then pocket the leftover cash by claiming a ridiculous amount of small expenses like food and board.)
Eli himself was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with the bulk to back it up. Despite the hot noon sun beating down on them, he wore a long-sleeved shirt with a high collar - Eli had some fairly memorable tattoos on his arms and neck. He'd prefer to keep those hidden during jobs, to avoid being recognized later by someone they had worked against.
Kawai radioed ahead when they were about five miles away from the interception point. Eli and some of the others hunkered down behind the barriers they had dragged across the road, to force their targets to a stop; Kawai would block the way out with her truck.
He had a pair of pistols tucked into his shoulder holsters, but they were all armed with bigger rifles.
"Don't want to start a fight right away," he told the others; they all wore an earpiece. "Let's try scaring them into giving up first."
That was probably a long shot, but Eli would prefer to get this over and done without killing anyone.
link to character sheets
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