Mission Force 2: The Mission to Wolvo
Having not been out for a few weeks, i decided to hook up with my Homeboys Chris and Nick and Chris' Better half Kylie for some fun and frolics in the good city of Wolverhampton.
I saw this as a perfect opportunity to clear away the winter blues and to get myself back into my usually state of euphoria.
The night started with an enjoyable drive to cassa-de-bate to join my comrades in a pre-mission can of fizz. As the hour drew near our transport to the drop zone arrived, i had requested a chanook helicopter but a white cab arrived and we thought we might as well go by road as many Missile silo's had been sited in the Bilston area. The rough journey was over as we arrived at our target drop zone, The Royal London. Working well as an oiled unit we managed to gain entrance to said venue with the minimum of fuss, taking out guards with simple karate chops to the neck (which as we know from films, renders the target completely useless). Upon entry we executed the capture of our target, which was a Quiz Machine known as 'The Money Shot', we secured the area and persisted to reap many information coins from said Machine.
Then the mission took an unexpected turn when we encountered an old allie also working in the area of Wolverhampton the same night. This was none other than mine and Chris' friend Teza (who we have worked with before, one memorable occasion was a mission that took us to the outskirts of Nottingham, many man were lost that day and the screams still haunt my dreams "Why do they come to me to die!"). Anyways we ended up partaking in some Mercenary work with Teza's crew, which consisted of two chaps by the name of Kay and Chill. Many beverages were consumed and laughs were exchanged (i also won a pitcher of Carling due to my expert pool skills, and i don't mean water sports).
A mission update came in from headquarters that said we had to hightail it to a new target and persist in laying down a funky beacon on the blast off dance floor but alas we were unable to complete the mission due to a large resistance in the area. We barely made it out alive.
The night was ended as i exchanged world views with a homeless man, he seemed quite a cheerful fellow. As we readied for our incoming Evac, a rogue assassin attempted to block our escape but quick thinking from the pickup ship pilot thwarted her efforts and we finished her off with a jack.
Respect.
I saw this as a perfect opportunity to clear away the winter blues and to get myself back into my usually state of euphoria.
The night started with an enjoyable drive to cassa-de-bate to join my comrades in a pre-mission can of fizz. As the hour drew near our transport to the drop zone arrived, i had requested a chanook helicopter but a white cab arrived and we thought we might as well go by road as many Missile silo's had been sited in the Bilston area. The rough journey was over as we arrived at our target drop zone, The Royal London. Working well as an oiled unit we managed to gain entrance to said venue with the minimum of fuss, taking out guards with simple karate chops to the neck (which as we know from films, renders the target completely useless). Upon entry we executed the capture of our target, which was a Quiz Machine known as 'The Money Shot', we secured the area and persisted to reap many information coins from said Machine.
Then the mission took an unexpected turn when we encountered an old allie also working in the area of Wolverhampton the same night. This was none other than mine and Chris' friend Teza (who we have worked with before, one memorable occasion was a mission that took us to the outskirts of Nottingham, many man were lost that day and the screams still haunt my dreams "Why do they come to me to die!"). Anyways we ended up partaking in some Mercenary work with Teza's crew, which consisted of two chaps by the name of Kay and Chill. Many beverages were consumed and laughs were exchanged (i also won a pitcher of Carling due to my expert pool skills, and i don't mean water sports).
A mission update came in from headquarters that said we had to hightail it to a new target and persist in laying down a funky beacon on the blast off dance floor but alas we were unable to complete the mission due to a large resistance in the area. We barely made it out alive.
The night was ended as i exchanged world views with a homeless man, he seemed quite a cheerful fellow. As we readied for our incoming Evac, a rogue assassin attempted to block our escape but quick thinking from the pickup ship pilot thwarted her efforts and we finished her off with a jack.
Respect.
posted by Blair at 4:42 AM
2 Comments:
We lost a few good men however. Those brave, brave men.
By men, I mean cats.
Brave, brave cats
Secular-God bless that taxi driver :)
Photos to follow tonight, providing I can get into my house (I appear to have lost my keys...)
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