Shad grabbed the paper from Shade's hand. "It's all on the list, mate." She handed Shade the stack of 10 papers sitting beside her, and grabbed the Aero bar from his pocket in the same movement.

Holding the Aero bar, she waved it in the air as she looked at the piece of paper, deciphering Shade's writing. "Man, would it kill ya to write legibly for once?"

"Would it kill ya' to not toss computers out of windows?"

He left with a wave.

OOC: Where is this free online translator you found?

BIC: Wolf pondered the options for seizing a tanker full of Sarin Gas. Well, I could fly the team in by helicopter, and drop down on them. Or maybe drive a truck alongside it and take it that way. Or maybe give them a flat tire and steal the truck while they're fixing it...well, maybe that one's too complicated.

Wolf went looking for Shade. He finally found him leaving the room where Shad was hacking from.

"Hey, I have a few ideas for how to seize that truck if its still on the road. I just want to run them by you, just to make sure I don't end up pulling an Arkady."

Wolf told Shade his ideas in a quick summary, the helicopter, the second truck, and the flat tire method. When he finished up he added, "That's all I've got right now, do you need me to do anything to help find the terrorists?"

OOC: gh0st, why did you say fundamentally the same thing I did? Oh wait, yes. Shad was tripping on lack of sleep. Right.

BIC:

"Sir, here are the NAPS tablets and Atropine syrettes you asked for." The medical storeman gestured to the crate of supplies labelled "Army Logistics" and turned to get his clipboard.

Brad flicked his Spyderco folder open and sliced the tape sealing the boxes. He opened it up and nodded. Good... these would be enough for a team and a half.

"If you'll just sign here...?"

Brad kept the knife, took the offered pen and scribbled a signature before waved the corporal off. When he was alone, he flipped his cell phone open and sent Shade a text message.

"Have gotten the NAPS tabs. Will bring them over later."

He sent it, then took the crate of drugs in hand and left the room.

Hopefully, these will prove unnecessary...

Just in case, though, he threw an extra filtered breath mask into the box. One could never assume in ops like these.

[OOC: this is the translator ive been using http://translation2.paralink.com/ ]
[oh yeah, where are we? ]

Where to start? Arkedeslov's father had always taught him that the simplest ways were the best. So Arkady began his search in the phonebook. there were three hauling companies in the area that could possibly support such a pressurized container. Assuming he could avoid trafic cops, he could hit all three today with just his car.
"Ill need credentials," Arkady thought to himself, then added "and a car."

"No. We don't want to take the truck. I've got a better idea..." He grabbed a phone and punched in a number, "Yah. Yes Gaunt. Yes, it's Shade. Listen, can you tell me about the stocks of a "East feast shipping" company?....Really....ouch. Next up, "High pressure zip?" Gotcha'...unh huh....Thanks. That's all."

Shade put the phone down and said, "We got the company that they used. I think Arkady can go in and find out about the guys."

o.c.c. Sorry for the delay there guys, been a busy week.

Henna flinched as the computer crashed the the floor and shattered everywhere. Such unchecked anger. Henna set her rifle down, or at least the part of it she was cleaning, and walked over to where Shade was standing.

"Do we have a location?"

"On them? No. We got the company that gave them the rig for three times it's normal price. Unfortunately, it's in china."

"Thats easy, give me a partner and we can fly to Chinca and check em out."

"Yes, but your version of checking them out usually means torture. We want subtelty here. So, try not to leave too much blood behind, and see if you can find out where the cash is from."