Operation Lost Chapter (Closed, JSF) cont.

[Obamacain]

OOC: The last thread seemed to be glitching up so we will be moving it to this one. Roberts, Lopez, and KAHUNA have all showed up at the location. The rest have all been messaged and are being sent to the loction

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"Good to see you Statham and thanks it is quite quaint...quite quite quaint. Roberts and Lopez are already here. Lopez is in the back checking out the weapons. How are you?" Tomas said walking over to shake the man's hand.

The others were supposed to arrive soon, and then they would start. The sooner the better

[Rodama]

OOC: *sigh* long post #2

Mehande had managed to find a quick flight ouy to Obamacian, although she'd almost missed it thanks to some stupid drunk teen that got in an accident. Still point was she made it. She'd thought for a long time about what to bring and had eventually decided that bringing the few tools that she had left would be the best thing to do.

The plane ride was unevenful, and far too long for Mehande's nerves. Still when she arrived at the adress that Thomas had given her something old had stirred around inside of her. Looking at this run down house, run down neighborhood even, she didn't see the perfect place for a covert meeting, she saw her old home. She shuddered for a moment, the fact that her deadbeat father wasn't the one waiting behind the door for her was something of a relief, but not much.

She noticed the two cars parked on the street, both were a bit too upscale for this neighborhood, whoever drove them obviously hadn't researched the neighborhood they were visiting. She had gotten a cabbie to drop her off two block away, much easier. She walked up to the door and knocked, getting a rather unfortunately familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Thomas it's me, open up," she said quietly as she looked around. The neighborhood appeared abandoned for the most part, but Mehande knew that it was probably more the case of peoplehiding behind closed doors.

[Strykla]

OOC: I probably won't be able to post 'till I get Sheppard off that island, and tag.

[Western cuba]

While Juan came back from the back room with a load of various pistols and a few machine guns he received a call from one of his friends in Western Cuba.

" Hey Drew what's up......"

He continued the conversation with him for a few minutes before his friend brought up something shocking.

" Oh god alright later. "

Juan hung up the phone and looked at Tomas.

" There's civil war in Western Cuba......."

[Obamacain]

OOC: I probably won't be able to post 'till I get Sheppard off that island, and tag.

OOC: This is in the future...

[Strykla]

OOC: I probably won't be able to post 'till I get Sheppard off that island, and tag.

OOC: This is in the future...

OOC: ok den....
IC: Sheppard played the G string on his violin. It let out a low note, slightly flat. Sheppard retuned and played, than played a short tune, his quartet in perfect step with him. As he finished, he nodded to the group, and put the violin in the case. He was presently at the Armed Corps Readiness Meeting, a meeting where all the Commanders of the different branches meet and discuss preparedness. It was also Veteran's Day, and Sheppard had the honor of playing the memorial tune. He also had to get over to Obamacain for something...
A few hours later Sheppard was on a fast plane there.

[Obamacain]

OOC: Standstill until GP gets finished so get over to that Operation