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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 7, 2012 18:43:26 GMT -5
Vaughn rested his hand on his lip and thought for a moment about a weapon of his choice (if he had to choose).
"My father trained me in a wide assortment of weapons. My favorite, by far, had to be the FAMAS G2. It was accurate, and a hell of a gun to shoot. I had a blast. I had to have been around...twelve" Vaughn said as he looked up at the sky for a moment.
From behind his waist Vaughn pulled out one of his Colt .45's and held it comfortably in his hand. "I can still use these" he said, as if mentioning he has another "But I've always loved the Desert Eagle. Both work just as fine though. The budget it what counts."
Vaughn turned around, thinking her heard someone walking up into Hobbs' country, but there was nothing. "I need a suit Hobbs. Something I can maneuver in with a tight fit. When I was going after 'The Batman' I was having trouble keeping up with him. He was able to move quicker than I was. Whatever you can come up with would be great. It would help out with something I'm planning. You remember that lead we got on some rogue groups? We're going to hit them hard; give them a reason not to break their own lines."
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 7, 2012 19:32:10 GMT -5
So assault rifles and handguns were his weapon of choice? Hobbs had plenty of them.
"Follow me, mon cher," she said, beckoning him out of the side room and through a maze of equipment and half-finished gadgetry. The arsenal was in the back, under lockdown so that idiots couldn’t just waltz in and take them whenever they fancied. Hobbs didn’t trust that soe people might just nick the lot and sell them to gangs or drug dealers or something, then in several months time when a dead body turns up in a dumpster and the forensic team ID the bullet back to the gun, they’d be able to trace it back to the gun shop, where the owner would be able to give a very detailed description of the Chinese woman with a prosthetic leg. And then it’d be her all over the news.
She glanced over her shoulder at him when he mentioned 'The Batman'. She gave him such a quizzical look.
"Batman? You’re serious? As in, not the hero Gotham deserves, but the one it needs right now kinda Batman?" She scanned him up and down, giving Logan the quick once-over. "Chief, were you watching Batman films too much or were you just high?"
Hobbs took a key card out of her pocket, swiped it across the access pad, and hoisted the door open once the light turned green with a beep. The chamber back here was a room made of reinforced bulletproof glass and two walls of solid concrete. Down here were the base foundations of the Compound itself, and here was where she had all her weapons, laid out on racks and in tables with pull-out drawers. It was a trigger-happy man’s heaven.
"As for the suit, I’ll draw you up some designs – in English – and email them to you when I’m done. Sound good? And when’re we hitting the rogues?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 7, 2012 20:18:33 GMT -5
Vaughn let out a chuckle when Hobbs question the Batman. "Yeah I know how it sounds but I ran into him and that's the only real name I could think of that fit. He's a vigilante. Typically I wouldn't be bothered; hes a vigilante and the government's problem. But he fights Vamps and Lycans like they're nothing. Ignorance is bliss. I doubt he even knows about the Supernatural. Not even that but he gave me one hell of a fight."
Vaughn remembered the fight perfectly, remembering the Batman's moves for next time, if there was a next time. But next time he would have the edge and hopefully a new suit and gear.
"As soon as my gear is finished we'll strike. I need all the equipment I can get with reason. I don't want to be weighed down too far." Vaughn looked around the room and his eyes lit up. "I don't remember seeing this room on the building schematics you showed me. Normally I would be bothered but..I can see why it's a secret. At least we're ready for an attack if the Vamps and Lycans grow some testicles."
Vaughn gave another glance at the armory and miscellaneous gadgets Hobbs had laying around.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 8, 2012 13:24:31 GMT -5
"Unlikely," she said to his Vamps and Lycans comment, closing the door behind him and resealing the lock. "I’m fitting the security chamber right now. The UV lights are in and instead of silver nitrate air I’ve adapted a gaseous weaponised form of the plant wolfsbane. Works just as well. No immortal is coming in this place if I can help it."
She pocketed the key card and moved over to the stacks of weapons.
"Okay, assault rifles. I have here the standard AK-47, the Barrett REC7 and my favourite, of course, Heckler and Koch G36. I have others of course, but those three are the golden trio of the assault rifle section down here. If you have a special soft spot for the FAMAS G2 I could see about getting one in?" she asked.
"As for hanguns," she said, pulling out drawers and drawers of various models, "take your pick."
She stuck her hands into her pockets. "By the sounds of it, chief, you need a tech boost to keep up with the costumed freak. In which case a crossbow could still be useful since you can make trick bolts that you can’t do with bullets. Honestly there’s not a lot you can’t do with a GPS bolt, a grappling gun and a few sets of specialised explosives."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 8, 2012 13:48:08 GMT -5
With his hands behind his back, Vaughn looked at the assortment of weaponry Hobbs had back in the hidden armory. Was it really Christmas time already?
"If we got a FAMAS G2 in do you think it would be possible for you to incorporate aspects of my crossbow into it?" Vaughn looked at her, almost doubtful that what he asked could actually happen. But again, if anyone could do it, it'd have to be Hobbs. "Maybe a bolt attachment of some sort?"
Vaughn rubbed the back of his head, looking at the collection of handguns before looking back towards Hobbs. "I'd like a high caliber pistol", he said, ".45's or higher are fine. You know more about gadgetry than I do, and probably know a wider selection of guns than I do. As much as I'd enjoy kicking some ass with a FAMAS, it's not entirely necessary. I'd probably have you responsible for setting up my gear load out before every mission, choosing gadgets and weaponry that work best for that specific job."
Vaughn let out a cough, probably due to the large layer of dust that blew around in the small metallic room they stood in. "I'm stronger than the Batman. But I need to be able to move either as fast or faster, and for that I'm counting on you and this new set of gear."
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 11, 2012 16:08:24 GMT -5
"You’re kidding right? Do you need the dribble cleaning off your chin and your shitty arse wiping too? I’m not your mum or your babysitter. You can grow the hell up and take responsibility for your own missions. Do what everyone else does; make sure you have all the tech I offer and choose your own damn gear load for each mission. I have way too much stuff to be doing to be bothering about whether or not you have a packed lunch and a fresh pair of underpants on before you leave."
Hobbs made a tchah sort of noise and frowned as she turned her back on him to pick out a handgun for him. He was a grown man, he could damn well organise himself. She had an entire lab to run down here, not to mention almost nightly hunts with Cortes, keeping up to her gym schedule to rebuild her muscle mass and staying on top of all the other projects Logan had her do like the armour and the security chamber. She wasn’t his damn slave. If she had to choose his mission tech then everyone else would expect her to do the same, and coordinating about a hundred Hunters was way off her job description. Or did he think he was special because he was the Commander?
Finally deciding on a couple of handguns she brought over a Desert Eagle .50, M1911 and Heckler and Koch USP .45 variant. Hobbs didn’t know what the big fuss was over high calibre weapons; she found that the nine millimetre bullets of her Glock 17 worked just fine. Maybe it was a masculinity thing; perhaps it was considered unmanly to have a gun of anything less than a centimetre calibre.
"Try those out," she said, laying the guns on a tray before him. "How fast you move is down to your own two legs. I can give you a grappling gun that you’ll be able to zip across buildings and such with. But if you’re having trouble keeping up the pace I recommend a cardio workout." She tapped his stomach with the back of her hand. "Might do you some good, old man."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 11, 2012 17:00:21 GMT -5
Vaughn let out a small snarl, wiping at his nose and then grabbed onto Hobbs' right shoulder as she turned his back on him. "Now you listen here and you listen good", he said with a loud, deep voice, "I'm not expecting you to hold my hand when I cross the street. I expect that when I give you a mission briefing you select equipment that you believe to be the most suitable. Call it a recommendation if you will. I don't expect you to give every man in this damn place a weapon layout, but you can at least give a recommendation that might save some lives. I understand you got a lot on your plate, but so do I."
Picking up the Desert Eagle with his hand he looked it over, returning to a calmness in his breath and he inspected every inch of the metallic weapon. "Do we got any leftover laser sights? Silencers?"
He felt a tap on his stomach, looking up he realized it was Hobbs trying to make a point on his physical shape. The late night pies from the Diner was catching up on him. "Wouldn't hurt for me to do some extra cardio."
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 11, 2012 19:19:13 GMT -5
Hobbs let out a short laugh. "Or how about you become familiar enough with the equipment that you don’t need to intellectually piggyback off me. You have me doing a dozen other projects, Logan, and I’m working close to twenty-four hours a day here; I don’t have time to cherry pick your stuff for every mission. You do that yourself. No other hunter expects someone else to be responsible for their load out, so neither should you. You’re not special."
If the guy had a lot on his plate then he should think about quitting teaching or Hunting. Hobbs had never known a Hunter to have a day job. In her opinion Logan should only have time for one or the other if was going to do either job well.
"And if you need me to give you recommendations on how to kill Immortals then maybe we should be re-advertising for the Commander position." If he didn’t know how to put down a simple Vamp or Were by now, then they were going to run into some issues. Maybe all that pacifistic bullshit he spouted had made him forget how to pull a simple trigger.
Hobbs crossed her arms. "Anyway, if you’re after add-ons we have stacks full of them in the lab. Knock yourself out."
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 11, 2012 22:56:21 GMT -5
Vaughn puffed heavily and towered over Hobbs; not to be intimidating but just to show a level of dominance over her.
"Between flirting with David, because the Lt. is gone, and bitching about how I do my job, I bet you are short on time Hobbs. I've had enough of your back talk. You got projects, great, so do I. So does everybody. But because I have a day job, and a life outside of the Hunters doesn't mean you need to get bent and tell me how to live. Ever since I've got here all I've ever gotten is shit and criticism from you. You aren't special either. Do I consider you a valuable addition? Yes. But that doesn't mean I'll tolerate your behavior. I'm your Commanding officer, I don't have to do shit to prove anything to you. It's your job as a techy to show me what you know because I don't know the gadgets. Just because I'm the Commander doesn't mean I know every bit of every information here. That is why we have different departments. But if it's honestly too hard for you to take a few moments to read over a mission briefing, make a few notes on equipment and submit it to my desk, then fine. Don't do it. I'm an understandable guy. Next time tell me what you want, tell me you are busy with loads of work. Talk to me like a civilized human being. "
Vaughn wrapped his arms around his chest, waiting for a response. Hopefully the response would be something more tolerable than before.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 12, 2012 6:49:51 GMT -5
Hobbs had had enough. She barely had time to breathe, she was running on constant stress, barely eating, working constantly... and now she had to put up with Logan barging in here, expecting her to have the next technological wonder, and playing dominance games like a pumped-up Jack Russell. Just... no. Not in her lab. A well of anger had built up inside her chest and now it was time to just let it flood out.
"You know what chief?" she snarled. "Fuck you. I don’t sleep, and I’m spending every waking hour already running around acting like your personal assistant. That is not my job to traipse around after you tying your shoelaces. You should spare the time to get acquainted with what I do down here, I don’t expect you to know why the tech works or how to build them, I just expect you to be able to understand a simple radio, or that when you put on a pair of thermal imaging glasses you’ll see things in – get this, right – thermal vision. You don’t need me to make sure you pick UV bullets for a Vampire hit or silver bullets for a Lycan hit, and if you do you have no business pretending to be my Commander. You still haven’t proved to me that you’re somebody I should actually respect so don’t expect it to be given when you’ve done fuck all to earn it."
As he stood over her, undoubtedly trying to intimidate, Hobbs stepped up to him and stared up into his face. He wanted to try something? Let him dare. Just let him, see what would happen.
"Secondly - no, not everybody has projects. Most of them go out, kill something, call it a night, get drunk and sleep for the rest of the day. I don’t have that luxury. If you think you’ve got a lot to do, then put down that gun and walk the fuck out of the base, Logan. Go back to teaching those snotty kids you call college students. Some of us actually take this job seriously enough to do it full time. Thirdly - nothing is going on between me and Cortes, we’re simply hunting partners now that Stark’s decided to up sticks and piss off. So I’m having to go through the learning curve all over again with a different Hunting partner. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business anyway. If all you’re going to do is expect feats of God down here and then speak to me like some poison-mouthed little bitch then you can get the fuck out of my lab. The door’s right there."
Hobbs gestured to the door behind her and stood aside to give Logan a clear path.
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