OOC: Damn it! I forgot to check the roleplaying forum yesterday, I hope it isn't too late to jump in on this.

Barret paced in th middle of his living room. The letter was real, but he was still debating if h should go to the meeting or not. [i]This would be the best time to try and stop thiswhole thin. It's perfect! And they'll need a leader such as myself!" He punched the palm of his hand in decision, "Yes sir! Barret will be helpin' you guys!" He tossed aside the door that was in front of him to see a several vans flipped over and crushed because of the building next to his. "What the hell!?" He rushed over and tossed aside some of the rubble and saw the Omega's symbol on the side of the truck. "Shit! I missed some of the fun." He looked around to see if he could see any reminants of the battle, especially the people that did this.

ooc: I'm with mr viewtiful on this one...holy crap, i'm behind!

Deckland deftly scaled the building wall, full of handholds after an attempted raid, he moved his eveys across the top of the building, quickly noting two omega troopers with grenade launchers, preparing to fire at something he couldn't see. he vaulted himself over the wall, moved silently and with great speed up and behind one of them. He grabbed his chin and raked it to the swide, with a alight down angle, and broke his neck cleanly. He took the limp arm with the grenade launcher and aimed it at the trooper across the street, just inside a gaping hole in the building he was late getting to. He squeezed off 2 shots, and blew the trooper and a fair piece of the wall into oblivion. He then noted the rickety trucks making a mad dash away from three omega troop carriers, and raised the weapon again, laying it down as a rocket streaked out of the back of one of the trucks and toppled a wall on two of them, and another went up in a fireball not soon after.
I just hope those are the folks I'll be working with. So much rank ineptitude in this city...
Deckland muttered to himself as he made a short jump across the gap between his and the next building. He took out a pair of binoculars and noted the dust trails of the trucks and started sprinting in their direction across the closely packed rooftops.

The wolfman told the trucks that some allies had been left behind, so now that they were at least temperarily free of Omega pursuit, the two trucks stopped. Terminus shouted at the wolfman, "Alright, you got three minutes and were gone!"

OOC: Nope, not to late, just jump on.

Hearing some screeching of tires behind him, Barret turned to see the two trucks. He waved his arms towards them, "Ahoy here! Did you do this?" He started moving towards the trucks. "Bacause if you did, G'Damn it must've been fun! I want a part of this." H reached into his pocket and handed it to someone on the truck, it was toodark to see clearly, so he just held it in front of him. "Know where I could find these guys?"

He had walked up to the second truck, with Shortie and Thurg. Shortie took the paper and said, "Hmm, looks a bit like us, eh Thurg old lad? I think you may have gotten you letter a bit late buddy, but you seem to have found the right place now. If you want to join up with Terminus, you might want to jump on the other truck and tell him, cause Thurg takes up quite a bit of room in this truck..."

Dek noticed the trucks stop, about 150 yards in front of him, and kept running, staying low until he peeked over the edge of the building and saw someone talking to the ocupants of one truck. He grabbed an old power cable, still hooked into the building's system, but cut in the middle so it hung down to the street, and rappelled down the side of the building (yes, he's got gloves). He walked up to the leading truck's window, his 9mm's on his hips, and the M-4 on his back with the ALICE pack.
So I got this note.
he took the cleanly folded paper out of his pocket and handed it to the man in the passenger's seat.
I'm Deckland MacFarin.

Two minutes and forty eight seconds later, Jack was back at the trucks empty handed. Any of the others who fell behind weren't his problem anymore. He had done what he could.

Climbing into one of the trucks, he had to really squeeze to get in, he sat down with everyone else.

Barret was a pretty big guy, but this Thurg... thing... was gigantic. "Uh.. thanks for the help... little guy." He walked over to the other truck and climbed aboard ad sat down letting his feet hang off the end. Oh boy... this should be really interesting.

Shortie said, "Alright, you check out too buddy. Now I suggest we all blow this pop stand before more Omega's show up and try to investigate..."

After the new arrivals jumped into the truck with Terminus and the others, the two trucks took off again. They swereved and drove thorugh the streets, making good time and trying to get back to base before any of Omega's flying skydrones spotted and reported them.

OOC: I'll start a new chapter soon, so you can spend the rest of this one introducing yourselves if you want.

Good plan.
Said Deckland. He sat in the back with a rather scrawny looking cyborg and two men with wierd black boxes.