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Hunt tosses 3M's swords to him. He walks over to the roof access, then heads upstairs.

Marc hugs "Slicey" and "Dicey" close. I missed you so much... you'll never know...

YB: Hey whaitaminute! How the Helsinki did HE get our goodies!
3M: *shaddup, I'm having a moment*
WB: This means he knows where we live and where some of our 'hidey holes' are...
YB: Ewww! that's...
WB & 3M together: *Shaddup*

Marc quickly gathers up other random gear and ammo from any thugs. As soon as the chopper lands he calls out in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, Get to da choppa!

(OOC: Before Hunt walks off.)
Dalton walks over to the car that smashed through the wall and opens the trunk. Pulling out the metal crate once more, he sets it up and takes the helmet off. "So, this is who we are meeting for this one? Oh, and are the supply lockers finished yet Hunt?"

*Uses Telekinesis to take off the suit and place it into the crate. "I'm assuming that means most of my arsenal is out of the question." He walks around to the other side of the crate and opens it up to find a small weapons locker. He pulls out two silver-y pistols and tucks them into his labcoat.

(OOC: Long live the Deagle master race.)

(OOC: After.)

"So... are we all ready to go?"

maxx shrugs "fine" and the red fox opens up and max steps out she is dressed in her customary biker leathers the red fox closes up and all three robots fade from view switching to ghost mode "head home and wait until i call you and start working on a way to hold off that dimond lady from messing with my tech" he hefts the staff

"Dread Lock is the target. We will remove all artifacts from the base, then blow it to kingdom come."
Max's senses overload for a moment, showing her images. A bolt of lightning strikes a temple. A quivering preist rounds the corner, to see only the spear, floating in midair. A tribal warrior thrusts it into a rampaging tiger. A Roman soldier calls lightning upon a barbarian horde. A knight rides down a fleeing enemy. An American revolutionary thrusts it into the air, celebrating independence. A man dressed in all yellow creates a thunderstorm to hide the D-Day invasion. A man blocks energy blasts with it. A woman, dressed in leather, looking somewhat like Max but somewhat different holds the spear defiantly, despite facing legions of monsters. Max comes back to her senses. She know exactly how to use the spear now.

3M notes that Max is even better looking in person.

The helicopter lands on the roof.

3M whistles appreciatively at Maxx' figure and biker gear. I like the cut of yer jib, sailor. Nothin' finer thsn a fine lady in leather... He walks over and smiles nervously as he says to Maxx, I got you some presents... hope you like them... He offers her a first-pick of the scavenged weapons (combat knives, pistol, semi-auto rifle, sniper rifle, flashbangs)

[Ooc: spyguy ninja'd me but the post fit anyway :p]

maxx picks up the sniper rifle then blows a kiss to Marc

Marc's jaw drops

3M: *Oh...*
YB: My...
WB: God...
YB: Dude, she's into us!
WB: At least try not to look like an idiot.
3M: *Now that's my kinda girl!*

Clearing his throat he offers her a spare knife and flash-bang as well. A goofy grin comes over his face, So... you wanna go get some chimichangas or somethin'? Y'know... after we save the world?

Dalton just sighs in the background and floats off towards the roof access. "At least keep me out of whatever that was."

Hunt rolls his eyes, then climbs into the chopper. "Yeah, talk to Fitzsimmons when we get back." he says. "It's about 2 hours flight from here." When everyone is aboard, Hunt tosses his futuristic rifle to an Agent, then gets a more low-tech one in return. The helicopter takes off.

(OOC: If nobody wants to ask any more questions, then we can time skip to the island.)

Once Max has responded he will head to the chopper with her, holding the door open for her (and pretending to hold a door open if there isn't one on this chopper).

maxx takes the gear and follow talking to marc "sorry love i'm more of a taco kinda gal" and she winks hoping lightly into the choper

Marc climbs in next to max with the gear, No problemo amigo. I know a great taqueria not far from here.

[Ooc: can I get a gear check or list of what he was able to scavenge in this last round of looting the bodies?

Hunt closes the door and the chopper takes off. 3M goes over his loot. Minus the sniper rifle, knife, and flashbang, he now has:
- 3 Assault Rifles
- 5 pistols
-4 Flashbangs
-2 regular grenades

(OOC: If nobody wants to chat any more, then we can time skip to the island.)

Marc tucs a couple pistols and knives into his outfit, along with the remaing grenades. He keeps a rifle ready and stuffs the 3 remaining pistols and the 2 remaining rifles into a duffel from the chopper.

[If no duffel on the chopper, he wraps them in his coat or over-shirt and ties the sleeves and tail together to make a improvised sack]