Passing the Time [Ryan]

[ryanjones]

Ryan listened to the plan. Maybe it would work...Just maybe. But the three of them still needed to be careful. Then he heard Knight speak "Wait...Why are we taking the working parts off of ours? Shouldn't we be taking them off of the other truck? He asked.

Jones was actually a fairly good mechanic. He knew his parts and how to install most of them. He then laid down on his back and grabbed the frame of the truck and pulled himself under. He saw that the belly of the truck was pretty messed up. But it was definantly fixable. It may take some muscle, but it would be almost good as new when they were done.

He pushed himself back out from under the truck and stood up. "The front wheel frame is pushed back a good two inches. If we don't fix that, the engine may rub a hole into the hose that gets the antifreeze to the radiator."

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys stood back bemused as his companions began the work. He didn't have a clue where to begin; he had really just been whacking the truck with anything he could find for the past two hours. Sure, he could fight. Sure, he could think. But when it came to anything that he considered hard labour, Rhys was basically useless.

"We're gonna have to be careful," said Rhys cautiously. "We can't just waltz in over there and steal Brentwood's truck. We need some kind of plan. Don't we?"

[Nathan Whyte]

"Oh no,"Nathan began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I was planning on setting off some some grenades round the other side of the building." He hid a grin at the pathetic joke and walked over to the open door of the garage and looked across the runway at the Marine's open door of their garage. How much easier could it be? The garage was empty and the tool boxes were open all over the place. Still, he couldn't resist a little poke at Rhys.

"Well, I see it that we have two plans. One is to sneak in with some suppressed guns, shoot all of them then run out after planting some explosives, or, we could just waltz in and pretend we're comparing our parts with theirs to see if they are broken. What do you prefer?"

[Rhys Bevan]

"And they'd believe that, would they?" smirked Rhys. "The way I see it, if Brentwood ends up with a faulty truck seconds after we wandered over to him to "compare parts", he'll probably be blaming us. So...why not drop someone else in it?"

Rhys leaned forwards with a malicious grin.

"Someone else like, say...Tom!"

[Nathan Whyte]

"As I said though, Brentwood and Mcmillan are in France at the moment. But then again, we could do with a bit of a lookout to makesure nobody bothers us. And if said lookout was to be found meddling with said truck, then we should be fine." Nathan smiled at Rhy's plan, Tom was a bit of a trouble sometimes, and Nathan hoped that this might calm him down a bit. It seemed unlikely though.

"Ryan, you've gone a bit quiet. You're no snitch, are you?"

[ryanjones]

Jones looked between the two Sergeants as they spoke to each other. He heard Knight's question and looked at him a bit confused. Ryan had never ratted anyone out before, and he didn't plan on starting now. He shook his head and down at the floor for a second and then back up "hell no. I don't snitch on anyone...Plus, I'm going to be involved, what makes you think I'm going to give myself away? He asked sarcastically.

[Rhys Bevan]

"Good point," grinned Rhys. "Don't worry, Jones, I trust you,"

Rhys turned back towards Nathan, who seemed to be taking control of the situation. The Staff Sergeant was actually pretty worried about the job at hand. It wasn't exactly a court-martial offence but he had no intention of being in McMillan's bad books - let alone Brentwoods'! And yet, here he was, planning to drop the innocent young Private in trouble. He was the highest-ranking soldier there...well...technically...and he began to wonder whether it would be him who would recieve the bulk of the blame if they were unsuccesful.

No. He couldn't let Nathan and Ryan down. He'd get on with the original plan.

He felt wretched but a gleam of excitement shone in his eye and adrenaline coursed down his body. He was actually looking forward to it. And then he remembered something,

"Damn," he muttered. "Edwards trounced off to Europe a couple of days ago,"

He scratched his skull.

"So...do we get another scapegoat or 'waltz in there'" he grinned.

[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan looked at the two men infront of him. His rank was of equal standing to Rhys's, but he was deemed more repsonsible, being in charge of several thousands of pounds of aluminium everytime he engaged the enemy, but then again, the infantry blokes would never admit that. "Good to know, Ryan, you just went a bit quiet there for a minute." He looked at Rhys and saw a bit of doubt on his face. "We can always order some parts in if you're not 100% on this. It's a bugger Edwards went off, so we could just not go ahead. I think some more toys from America are being flown in this afternoon, we could probably get what we need from them."

There was no point in annoying their superiors, especially with whispers of a major land- and air-borne assault in the works. Nathan would have no problems pulling out, it just depende on what the others though. The ball was in their court.

[Rhys Bevan]

Nathan certainly seemed confident. Well, he'd have to be, thought Rhys. Anyone would have to be to drift through the sky in a rusty old machine. Rhys had only ever travelled by air once before and it had not been a pleasant flight. And there hadn't been any Germans shooting at him on that occasion. That was something, he guessed.

"Well, I'm in," grinned Rhys, wiping his hands on his murky trousers. "But we're not gonna be able to do anything until the parts arrive,"

Rhys nodded at Nathan.

"Do you know when these "toys" are coming in, Nathan?" he asked the pilot. "It's all well and good to muck about with a couple of cars but I've got training in about an hour,"

The Staff Sergeant re-checked his watch.

"You know, what?" he said. "I should actually get going; I could do with a shower and a change. Tell you what, I'll meet you guys here at four, yeah?"

[Nathan Whyte]

Nathan reached into his breast pocket and unfolded a small piece of paper and dragged his finger down a list of dates, stopping over that dates deliveries. "Lemme see..... It's scheduled to be about half-past four, but if they had some wind behind them, it could be as early as quarter past. I'm actually meant to be over-seeing the unloading so I could probably make what we need dissapear.... fairly easily, but I'll need you two to help me carry." He looked at Rhys's watch and deciphered the time from upside down. "Yep, I'll see you at four, I've got a bit of paperwork that needs doing now I think about it. I'll write you a few passes so you can get up close and personnal with the cargo." Nathan turned and started towards the door as he tried to remember where he had placed the forms.

OOC: Do you guys think we should close this, and do another thread for Four O'clock when we go to the plane, or just carry on in here?

[Nathan Whyte]

Oh Rhyyyys......

Or shall we just close it and take the CP?

[Nicholas Ealing]

I guess so. It doesn't look like Ryan's particularly active at the moment (maybe he's on holiday or something) so yeah.

[Daniel Brennan]

MODERATION POST

Oi! Watch those post-counts there!

The following CP has been issued:


Rhys Bevan: 8CP

Ryan Jones: 8CP

Nathan Knight: 6CP (Arrived late)


~Dan