From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Silver Dolphin assassination. Date: Thursday, June 10, 1999 8:03 AM Chaoticllama topped off his drunk disguise about midnight. He had finally forced psycho to put on a black trench coat. Clair was in night camou gear. Chaoticllama warned psycho that there would be no discharge of fire-arms. What he had purposely neglected was that he was carrying a now fully supressed Colt .45 fully automatic. Chaoticllama stumbled down the hall, while Claire and Psycho took the window approach. Chaoticllama fumbled with the key, in his usual drunken manner, and got the door open. He covered Prescott, and gave them the all clear signal. Psycho opened his mouth, "I TH.." he was cut off by chaoticllama's now gloved hand going over his mouth, whispering into psycho's ear, "it's fully supressed. " Claire came back into the room with a frown on her face. "Safe is gone, they must have moved it to a more secure area." Chaoticllama kept prescott covered. "In five minutes security will be rather distracted, 3 seconds before I kill Prescott, I am going to hit the silent alarm. Exactly 4 minutes 57 seconds from the time you leave the room. Claire left, 4 minutes 57 seconds later, Chaoticllama pressed the button, he gave Prescott a double tap to the forhead, just to make sure, he gave a temple shot as well, he dove out the window dragging Psycho with him. They charged down the deck, and Chaoticllama tossed psycho into psycho's room. Then he reversed directions, and sprinted back to his room, diving through the window. He quickly disarmed himself, hid his arsenal well, as well as anything else incriminating, such as the other fake ids. Then he sloshed about a quarter bottle of vodka on the couch, and himself. Then he chugged the remaining 3/4 risking alcohol poisoning, but securing his aliby. Ten minutes later when security came in to ask if he heard anything, they saw a known drunk, passed out on the couch. The smell of liquor was palpable so they left TBC