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As the other teams head out, a quiet falls over the armory room, broken only by the gentle hum of the ventilation system and the low rumble of that other machine, whatever and wherever it might be.
Even the noises coming from the bar seem hushed as the waiting part of Team Omega's mission begins.
There's still all that shiny, though. Including some cylinders that look like they might be replacement charges for the Bunny's flamethrower. Ah, those Men in Black. They always come prepared.
(ooc: good time to say how the team will position themselves to defend the door)
Even the noises coming from the bar seem hushed as the waiting part of Team Omega's mission begins.
There's still all that shiny, though. Including some cylinders that look like they might be replacement charges for the Bunny's flamethrower. Ah, those Men in Black. They always come prepared.
(ooc: good time to say how the team will position themselves to defend the door)
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And pondering the feasability of faking a transmission from Oracle. 'Ah, no, it's all gone wrong, close the door, quick.' Nah, they wouldn't believe it. Stupid heros.
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Hopefully the little fella doesn't try anything funny with the door.
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The comm system is alive with barked commands and not a few yells from Teams Alpha and Delta as the battles with Oil and Bugs reach a climax--and then, almost right after, when Marvin smashes his way into the shooting gallery.
But at least now, back at the armory and the Door, things have become eerily quiet. It seems the worst is over, at least for what little is left standing at that end of the MiB Headquarters.
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