WHOAHOHO!!!
-He nearly trips right back into the tunnel, but maintains his ground-
Easy there, mate! I'm carryin' live explosions on me! It'd be ill fitting for your precious bank to go explodey on ya on a hair trigger!
-Points his frag launcher giddily at him-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanSophie Felix Locus
I'm, uh, Knives — that's Reg, that's Dallas... -goes in order naming the rest of the thugs- Good to meet you fucks, eh? -grins crookedly-
-the seven of them finally come across a very palatial-looking estate-
-just placed down in the middle of a bunch of high rises-
-it looks as though whatever was there before was-
-very viscerally torn out of the way to make room-
Bridge
And... the rest of you? Are you, uh, applying for Diamond Dogs too?
Zack
Soldier, capital S? I haven't. Give me the bullet points.
Bank
-the manager pumps his shotgun, taking aim-
If you two-bit punks think I'm afraid of you, you're in for a real fuckin' shocker!
Sewer
-the creature looks up from its meal, its reptilian pupils narrowing as it glares at Kalmor-
-it grins, showing off dozens of wickedly sharp fangs-
Fresh meat...
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIWell, first there's your grunts, right? Military police and infantry, cadets, the guys they have patrol the streets. SGM and ISG, those guys. Mostly twelve year-olds that trip over their own boots, a couple mid-life crisis guys that got in late. Then there's your actual rank and file, your staff sergeants, captains colonel, the fancy brass guys with all the paperwork. You got your consultants, you got your O-whathave yous... but at the end of the day, it's still all standard, run-of-the-mill guys doing the best that standard run-of-the-mill guys can.
Then there's Soldier, and Soldier outranks every last one of those guys. You've gotta be the best to even become a candidate for it, and even better to get through the training and augmentations in one piece — most guys don't survive the procedure, and a lot of the ones that do wind up drooling vegetables.
-Thumbs his chest proudly- We're the pinnacle of what humanity can offer, dialed up even more with mako therapy and immune system boosters. We're faster, stronger, smarter, with the skillset and training to match. And you guys just landed yourselves one of its top operatives. -Grins- I'm in line to become a 1st Class in a few months. I think they're waiting for my birthday so the paperwork is easier.
edited 21st Aug '16 7:31:11 PM by WonderSquid
Oh Yes, Absolutely. I, for One, would be GLaD to join your Merry Little band of Mineral Canines, or What have you, and I Believe I also Speak for the Fat One on that Matter as Well, so Kindly Demonstrate your Initiation Rites for this Organization at your Earliest Convenience.
edited 21st Aug '16 12:43:34 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Bank
-the manager fires his shotgun at Junkrat as he dives to the hole-
What the—?!
-he's then kicked in the head by Jack and knocked to the ground-
-It's possible for Misty to enter, though the front door is barricaded to fuck, she'd certainly notice the tunnel on the street that was dug into the bank-
Sewer
-Killer Croc snarls, flinging the uneaten half of the corpse at Kalmor before leaping up and quickly crawling along the ceiling towards him-
Zack
...
-pulls a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it-
Do you smoke, soldier?
Mansion
Yeah, not too shabby, huh? The boss's guys say it's all the way up from Miami...
Bridge
... -steps back, radioing his superior-
-after a few tense minutes, he looks back at the assembled people-
Alright, go in. And no funny business!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Misty does indeed notice-
Oh come the fuck on, how am I suposed to plant a nice computer virus when....
-And this is when she gets an idea-
-She checks to see if the baricade is impeding visibility, and looks up to the roof, to see if the bank has a satalite connection-
edited 21st Aug '16 1:28:42 PM by Imca
First National Bank
(Planetman calmly walks over to the prone bank manager and attempts to hold up the man with his free hand. If this works, Planetman attempts to slowly move the manager towards the scorching hot star in his other hand.)
Alright... If you give us what we want, we'll let you off the hook. If you don't, there will be consequences.
edited 21st Aug '16 6:01:23 PM by josh6243

Chris Kygath. I'm here to work for the Diamond Dogs.