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tampered2008-09-26 11:57 pm
submariner) wrote in tampered2008-09-26 11:57 pm
Log [incomplete]
When; Late Friday (9/27)
Rating; idk, PG-13?
Characters; Griffin O'Conner![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
makesacrifices, Dmitri Smerdyakov commieleon
Summary; Absolutely nothing shady is going on here. None.
Log;
Just hanging around these places left Griffin on edge and twitchy - not that he wasn't always on edge and twitchy - but that hardly stopped him from seeking them out. After having moved himself into the Desert Room a few weeks back (though he already Jumped out far enough for helicopters and vehicles at least three or four hours to drive out to his newcave lair even if they knew right where to find it) he figured back-up defenses surrounding it wouldn't hurt. Especially not with the freaky shit that showed up at the city. Iron man was loitering around, for chrissake.
Anyway, back to the point, he was at the third skeezy arms dealer he had visited that afternoon (thank god for the Underground, he didn't even have to bother Jumping around the world to find them), looking for good old fashioned Russian anti-tank blast mines to bury in the sand. He'd even thought to bring an assload of the money kindly liberated from one of the City bank's armored trucks, as arms dealers tended to get rather annoyed by people stealing their weapons from them.
They also tended to be well-armed enough to make people regret trying. Funny story (or not) as it was part of the reason why Griffin was not very partial to Chechnya anymore.
He leaned over the counter showcasing (behind locked bullet-proof glass) a wide array of semi-auto machine guns, and waited for whoever was in charge of the place to come back with his mines. Moving a locked metal box across the counter and angling it so he could watch the door in the reflection without turning back towards it, the Jumper propped up one of his elbows on the glass and leaned his cheek against his knuckles. If this guy didn't have the mines, either, he was going to have to Jump over to David's or Richard's or... someone's place and harass the shit out of them just to work off some frustration. Ha.
Rating; idk, PG-13?
Characters; Griffin O'Conner
makesacrifices, Dmitri Smerdyakov commieleonSummary; Absolutely nothing shady is going on here. None.
Log;
Just hanging around these places left Griffin on edge and twitchy - not that he wasn't always on edge and twitchy - but that hardly stopped him from seeking them out. After having moved himself into the Desert Room a few weeks back (though he already Jumped out far enough for helicopters and vehicles at least three or four hours to drive out to his new
Anyway, back to the point, he was at the third skeezy arms dealer he had visited that afternoon (thank god for the Underground, he didn't even have to bother Jumping around the world to find them), looking for good old fashioned Russian anti-tank blast mines to bury in the sand. He'd even thought to bring an assload of the money kindly liberated from one of the City bank's armored trucks, as arms dealers tended to get rather annoyed by people stealing their weapons from them.
They also tended to be well-armed enough to make people regret trying. Funny story (or not) as it was part of the reason why Griffin was not very partial to Chechnya anymore.
He leaned over the counter showcasing (behind locked bullet-proof glass) a wide array of semi-auto machine guns, and waited for whoever was in charge of the place to come back with his mines. Moving a locked metal box across the counter and angling it so he could watch the door in the reflection without turning back towards it, the Jumper propped up one of his elbows on the glass and leaned his cheek against his knuckles. If this guy didn't have the mines, either, he was going to have to Jump over to David's or Richard's or... someone's place and harass the shit out of them just to work off some frustration. Ha.