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Post by Winters on Mar 12, 2012 10:51:42 GMT -5
A small warehouse that borders McCarren International Airport, “Warehouse 13” is the semi private base of operations for SZ Enterprises. Co-Owners Samuel Winters and Zoe Philips bought the abandoned property and converted it to suit their needs. The warehouse is 35 feet tall with the loft taking up half of the 2nd floor and overlooking the main floor. The main floor houses the vehicles and repair facilities, along with a small office from which they conduct business. Their private quarters are on the second floor. The building’s security has been reinforced with steel doors, surveillance equipment and intrusion countermeasures.
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 29, 2012 10:31:27 GMT -5
[Benjamin St. James enters the Warehouse 13]
Slowly Ben's truck rumbled up to the loading dock of the warehouse. It was close to the airport, but far enough away that there weren't many prying eyes around. Just the place to fix my truck, thought Ben.
The engine had developed a ticking sound and there was some hesitation when he gunned the engine. While that wouldn't have been a big deal in the normal world, if it stalled at the wrong time these days, it meant his death. So he was going to pull in here and spend some time working on his engine away from the populace. Grabbing his rifle, he stepped out of the truck and looked around. Nothing moved and there was no moan to be heard, so he approached the door. A faded for sale sign was on door and in the window. He knocked on the door and waited tentatively for the onslaught of undead or gunfire.
He was rewarded with nothing. Testing the door, he found that it was open, but rusted. Putting his shoulder into it, he was able to move the door far enough to get his truck in. The shrieking of metal on rusted metal echoed throughout the lot and Ben turned a time or two to make sure that nothing was sneaking up on him.
Finally he got his truck in and the door shut. Turning off the engine, he sat in the cab of his truck for a bit, just listening to the quiet that had engulfed him.
"This place is pretty nice", he said to no one in particular. "No people, no walkers, nothing." As much as Ben spent alone, he had taken up talking to himself. "Might as well get looking at that engine."
And with that he was out of the truck, popping the hood open. Then he went to the bed of his truck and opened his tool chest. Inside were a full set of mechanics tools, along with a power generator. Grabbing them and a light, he began to sort through the engine, trying to get down to the problems it was having.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 18, 2012 15:25:49 GMT -5
(Samuel and Zoe Enter from The Gun Store)
Samuel got out of the car when it pulled up in front of the warehouse, taking a look around.
“Well…” He said, looking at the piece of s*** in front of them. Graffiti all over the place, for one. For two… Well, it didn’t seem all that bad on the outside. But it could be real screwed up on the inside.
“Bring a flashlight, odds are this place doesn’t have power.” He said as he walked over to the door and saw the lock in place. “Did you get a key, by chance?” He asked.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 20, 2012 12:26:09 GMT -5
Zoe nodded and then reached over and grabbed her crowbar. "Right here." She was about to jam it into the doorframe when she stopped and reached out and turned the knob. It opened with a rusty squeak.
"Well that's not very comforting, but seeing as we are here and to me the other places are in less than secure areas, we should probably go in and check it out."
She put crowbar back in her pack and pulled out her revolver and a flashlight. Even in the daylight, the windows to the old warehouse were all coated with dirt and muck... it would probably be dark in there. She flicked it on and then stepped through the door into the small warehouse.
It was probably about 20,000 square feet and though the outside showed three stories, on the inside, it was divided up into two floors. The first floor was 25 feet tall and then, at the back was a loft area that was 10 feet tall and covered only 1/3 of the first floor. The rest was open air to the downstairs area. At the edges of the building were two sets of stairs, going up to the second floor and in the middle of the back wall, was a freight elevator that went up.
The place was dirty and musty with trash and discarded debris scattered all around. To the left and right of where they stood there were two larger steel doors that would let in vehicles and unloaded of supplies.
Parked in the middle of the warehouse was an old Chevy truck. Zoe smiled a bit as she saw it and then quickly lost that smile as she realized that it wasn't covered in dust. That meant that it was fairly new to the area... maybe the owner was still here.
She started to flank the wall and shown her beam into the deep recesses of the warehouse to see if she could find the owner.
From upstairs, a toilet flushed.
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:: EDIT 05/01/2012 ::
Ben had just finished relieving himself and wiped his hands on his pants and flushed the toilet. He still hadn't got his truck fixed... its alternator was shot. But a quick trip to the nearby auto store or junk yard and he'd have it. Still this place was like home. He was busy looking around, wondering about what he could do here. Heck he could turn it into his own mechanic shop and start a business.
So ingrossed was Ben in his ideas, the he nearly ran into a large man armed with rather nasty looking shotgun. Instinctively his hand went to his sidearm, but he didn't dare pull it... that was a losing battle.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
{TAG SAMUEL}
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Post by Mikey on May 21, 2012 10:38:59 GMT -5
As soon as they had both realized that the truck hadn’t come with the area, Samuel shouldered his Remington and took cover behind a nearby support beam. He and Zoe both looked out into the darkness of the warehouse for the intruder, and when they heard the toilet flush upstairs, they knew where he would be coming from. Quickly locating the stairwell that led down from the upper level and ducking his head back behind cover, Samuel waited until he could hear footsteps and spun out of cover, aiming his weapon at the man who presumable owned the truck.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The man asked. Samuel didn’t answer, just dipped a chin in the direction of the man’s sidearm.
“Hand off.” He said quietly.
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Post by Rhinn on May 21, 2012 16:12:35 GMT -5
Ben kept his hand off his sidearm and kept his eyes on the big man. He watched for twitches in his face or a flex in his neck muscles and this down to his hands that were holding the scattergun facing him. If any of it tensed up, Ben would only have a split second to move.
That’s when Zoe came around from behind them and pulled back on the hammer of his revolver, letting him hear it. She approached but didn’t touch him with the gun… that would give off the location of the weapon and he might make a grab for it. Quickly she reached out and grabbed the gun from his holster. It was a Beretta 96 Inox, a .40 S&W. She holstered her own weapon and then pressed the mag release with her thumb, ejecting the magazine into her hand. It was loaded so she set the magazine down on one of the work benches and then racked the slide, ejecting the one that was in the chamber. She set the gun down, locked in the open position and then she ejected every round from the magazine, putting them in her pocket. Then she leaned back against the workbench.
“We are the owners of this place and you are tresspassing”, she said simply. She portrayed the confidence of owning the place even though they were just scouting it out. She looked over at the man’s truck. It looked to be old… probably older than Zoe. The hood was up and tools were laying around it. “What’s up with your truck?”
Ben cursed himself for not having seen the young girl who took his weapon. “I didn’t know that this place was occupied. I’ve been here for a few days and there has been no activity... really nothing going on “legal” in this area for a while. As for my truck, the alternator is shot. I was about to go to the auto shop or junk yard to find one.” He paused for a moment and looked over at his gun on the table, then at the girl and then back at the man. “I’ll have it put in my truck by tomorrow and then be out of here. It’s not really a big thing… I’ve done it many times before.”
Zoe looked over at Samuel and then back over at Ben. When Ben looked over at Samuel, Zoe shrugged to Samuel.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 14, 2012 12:45:57 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]GM POST[/glow]
"But I don't know where they are at. Like I said, they will give me the address within a week for the delivery."
Roger's voice was firm, but the number of weapons that were pointed at his head brought out the tension in his voice. They were in VIP Room 3, ironically. At first the buyers wanted something special, but then hidden weapons had been drawn out on him.
The Agent in charge smiled. "But you will be giving me that address just as soon as you drop off the goods, right. I mean, I'm not unreasonable. I wouldn't want them to think that you snitched on them, right? Plus, to show what a decent guy I am, we will take whatever weapons we want, but we will leave the rest to you to pick up. Your own personal armory. Heck you could open your own store."
Roger looked at the barrels of the guns and then up at the Agent. "You have a deal."
The Agent handed him a piece of paper with a phone number. I can be contacted here for the next 10 days. Don't disappoint me."
With a motion, the Agent signaled everyone to leave. Guns back in pockets and they were out the door. Roger breathed a sigh of relieve. Whatever those two had done, they had surely ****ed off the wrong people.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 8, 2013 20:58:13 GMT -5
[Picking up where Zoe left off]
"Okay, so the delivery of all weapons and ammo will be tomorrow at noon then. The address is the old Warehouse complex on the outskirts next to the airport. That's right... Warehouse 22. Cool. Thanks Roger, we will see you then."
Zoe hung up the phone and sighed, looking over at Samuel. "It's a trap of course. He didn't even try to negotiate for delivery. My best guest is that the guys that were looking for us in Circular River finally made it here. They've probably been tracking us down and found the Charger at the casino and have now been looking for ways to get to us. I guess it was a good idea not to blow it all at the casino."
Zoe jumped down from the stairs that she had been sitting on. With the complex, so far from town and the cell towers in the state of disrepair that they were, there were only a few places in the complex that allowed for any type of communication... which is exactly why she had given Roger the address for Warehouse 22.
By now, Ben had been gone. After their initial meeting he had stayed on to check over their vehicles that they bought and then fixed his own truck. He seemed like an honorable man and when he said he wouldn't tell anyone, Zoe had believed them.
"So, I get the feeling that Roger will want to make the delivery before giving those guys the address, so we have until tomorrow at 1:00 pm before there will be a response. We have until them to set up our ambush."
She smiled wickedly. "I have just the idea." Then she explained it to Samuel.
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