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[Natiliana]

Ira looked a little distracted, keeping an eye out for any sort of hostile movement; though when Viggo talked, she snapped to attention, "Umm... and if I run into anyone?" she asks, handing over her weapon in a slightly nervous manner...

[Gargulec]

'Girl, it is barely 50 meters, and if you ran into someone, we will come to aid in matter of seconds' replied Viggo.

[Natiliana]

Ira snatched the card and spun about, going slightly red in the face; breaking off in a sprint over to the other group, slowing down momentarily in an attempt to avoid the mess of bodies in the way.

[Silhar]

Hearing footsteps echoing in the distance, Mad pays extra attention if Ira's not calling for help. He sits against the wall, lighting a cigarette and leaning his head back. After around ten seconds he will proceed with further guarding the door.

"A moment of weakness.", he explains.

[Xander Morhaime]

Ira's run from the central room to the locker room was uneventful - the path had been cleared, and none of the fallen soldiers had seen fit to get up for another go. A bit of exercise more than anything else, really.

Viggo took a further five minutes to wire the support in the other corner with a BlastPack, but the task was at least becoming somewhat easier with practice.

[thelaptop]

"Ah thanks Ira for the card," Roshal said to the plucky girl as he took the card from her and opened up the door to lay out the BlastPack for that column.

[Natiliana]

Ira nodded slightly, still red in the face; "So... what do we do now?" she asks, "Seems there's not much left here..."

[Silhar]

"Well, we've got a crapload of explosives to plant yet. Won't take long, but there's still some killing to be done. Are you ok ? This color does not look quite healthy.", the rocker noted. "How's your wound ?"
Mad gets closer to the door, just in case some lonely, lost (and bored with life) pack of guards was lurking behind them. He drops a cigarette, extinguishes it with his boot and raises a weapon up to his eye.

[Xander Morhaime]

The room behind the locked door was rather unremarkable. A few pipe valves, a few meters on the pipes, and of course one of the structural supports...

It took Roshal two tries and roughly 8 minutes to affix the charge, but it wasn't terribly difficult work. The BlastPack here was now also armed and awaiting the detonation signal. 3 down... 8 more to go.

[Gargulec]

'Where's that girl...' muttered Viggo with irritation in his voice, placing his final two charges.

[Natiliana]

Ira was mid-way through describing her injury when a thought occurred, "...so it hurts, but it's not getting worse... umm, do you have a spare gun or something?... I think his exploded." she states, looking back down down the hallway.

[Silhar]

"Well, a shitload, if you are able to take care of a gene-lock...", sneered DeReeve, straightening - to show weapons shoved everywhere behind belts and into pockets. "Take what you want, but only if what you want is locked BA-41."

[Xander Morhaime]

Climbing over the low guard rail surrounding the large support struts was a simple enough matter. Placing the BlastPacks was a bit more complicated, but it was really only a matter of time until the support was wired for demolition as well, especially with the instructions provided in the DataLink.

Of course, by now this left Viggo with no BlastPacks remaining.

[Natiliana]

It took a bit of explaining, but Ira eventually picked up that she couldn't use a locked weapon; after realizing that her inquisition cost a fair bit of time, she turned about and sprinted back to Viggo; redder then before.

[Gargulec]

'About time' said Viggo dryly, when Ira returned. 'Now, I just need your explosives.'