From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Chaoticllama Takes a tour of the fascilities. Date: Friday, June 04, 1999 7:04 AM When Chaoticllama finally had all his gear and his modified uniform ready, Giovanni had one of his guards give Chaoticllama a tour of the un-restricted areas, and some of the restricted ones. Chaoticllama looked over at beam guarded door. "That's a problem there, there's a hole in the net big enough to dive through. You need to put sensors here, here, here, and here," he said indicating places in the door jam. Chaoticllama almost frowned, "That out-take vent needs better security as well. A few coils of razor wire around the insides, as well as a few of the infrared motion sensors should fix that." This was the main entrance/exit of the building. They proceeded on, as the guard summoned tech teams and gave them instructions on what to do. "This is our kitchen, if it's a regular meal time, we have cooks, if not, make it yourself." said the guard. Chaoticllama nodded, and they continued walking. "This is the main video-security board." said the guard. Insanellama looked at it, "Theres a thin path where you can pass undetected, leave it there, but have a sniper highly camouflaged on the roof watch it. You can make him effectively invisible up there." As they passed by the supply room, Chaoticllama grabbed another red R patch and put it on his hat. "Are Buffalo and Bill here?" he asked the guard. "Yea, why." he replied. "Posers, where are they at?" said Chaoticllama. "Nevermind, here they come down the hall. Hello Buffalo, Hi Bill" he said contempt edging into his voice. They were a little shocked, because of the fact that CHaoticllama and his friend had messed them over before. "Uh, Hi" they said in unison. Chaoticllama brought his pistol up in a flash of gunmetal, pulled the trigger, moved it to the left a little, and pulled again, then reholstered, in one fluid motion. "Just remember, I could have had u easy, but I didn't load the pistol yet. That's a matter I'll rectify now." Chaoticllama said taking a clip from his saddle bags, and slapping it into the pistol. Chaoticllama squared his shoulders, and walked straight between them, hitting their shoulders hard with his own. The guard reported it to Giovanni. Giovanni said, "Let it ride, he just joined, sure he'll have old rivalries." The guard took Chaoticllama to his temporary quarters. Chaoticllama set down his gear. Hung up his hat, the broadcloth, took off his boots, and laydown in bed, sliding the pistol under his pillow, but keeping the one handed oozi in it's holster. The guard watched, smiling. "He knows what he's doing," said the guard into the microphone on his shoulder. He left the room, and closed the door. TBC Other rockets wanna interact, feel free please