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tampered2010-03-17 07:33 pm
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When; March 16, afternoon-ish.
Rating; PG-13. Some Some violence, but nothing extreme.
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whatsapersia, bladed_siberian, makesfolkstalky, justcautious, im_just_clever, neverendingbeat
Summary; The police force catches up with the Master.
Log;
Mamoru was very much enjoying being back in front of the computer. It was almost like being Weiss again. A tiny little wrinkle formed between his eyes as he scanned through files once more, looking for any detail overlooked, any possible contingency. It was, in his humble opinion, one of his best plans. They were going to catch this man -- if you could call him that, bring him in, and --
Well, what they were going to do with him once they'd caught him was still up in the air. They didn't have a jail anymore, or much of a legal system to begin with, but that was a problem for another day. The point was that they get the Master off the street. Stop him from eating people. That was enough for now.
His team was in place, and the plan perfect. The pre-mission had always been most stressful for him. Once he was in the field it was fluid, even easy. He checked that his crossbow and darts were all hidden in the appropriate places inside his trench coat before he swung it on. His cell got dropped into one of the outside pockets. He left the door open behind him as he headed out into the street to join the ambush.
Rating; PG-13. Some Some violence, but nothing extreme.
Characters;
whatsapersia, bladed_siberian, makesfolkstalky, justcautious, im_just_clever, neverendingbeatSummary; The police force catches up with the Master.
Log;
Mamoru was very much enjoying being back in front of the computer. It was almost like being Weiss again. A tiny little wrinkle formed between his eyes as he scanned through files once more, looking for any detail overlooked, any possible contingency. It was, in his humble opinion, one of his best plans. They were going to catch this man -- if you could call him that, bring him in, and --
Well, what they were going to do with him once they'd caught him was still up in the air. They didn't have a jail anymore, or much of a legal system to begin with, but that was a problem for another day. The point was that they get the Master off the street. Stop him from eating people. That was enough for now.
His team was in place, and the plan perfect. The pre-mission had always been most stressful for him. Once he was in the field it was fluid, even easy. He checked that his crossbow and darts were all hidden in the appropriate places inside his trench coat before he swung it on. His cell got dropped into one of the outside pockets. He left the door open behind him as he headed out into the street to join the ambush.