User:Arnout aka The Emperors Angel/RPG/Current Post

Arnout crushed the glass container with his thumb. The purple liquid started to seep out onto a small amount of metallic dust. "Computer, start timer." "Done. Arnout, your safety glasses" Arnout closed the safety cabinet. "Hun? What? O, those."

Three seconds later, the small heap of metallic powder burst out into a great ball of fire. "Computer, time?" "3 seconds, Arnout." "Excellent. How many should I make?" "How about 3 for every team member? And some more for you? "20 it is."

"Ok, comp, what's next?" "There is the phosphorus, combine it with the thermite, to create the cutting charges." "How many should I make of those? "I think five will do, Arnout. But we will have to test them, so prepare enough material for about a dozen" "Sounds good. Mail Mr. White to see if he's got some spare doors he doesn't need."

Mr. White, accompanied by Dorres, who was flanked by his goons, walked into the lab. "Arnout isn't done yet, and this requires concentration. Please stay back." Arnouts computer informed the men. "There is a serious risk of explosions."

Arnout closed the safety cabinet, and pointed at the sign on the door. "Glasses on, please. Safety first." Arnout nodded at Dorres, the only one not wearing glasses. As usual, his goons where wearing specs, and Mr White had his normal glasses on. Dorres put a pair of safety glasses on. "What did you want to show us, Mr. Fowl?" "I have a semigrenade ready, and I'm busy perfecting my cutting charge. I need to do some tests." " "A semi-grenade? How am I supposed to interpret that?" Dorres demanded a explanation. "Simple. No shrapnel, no shockwave. More carnage! It combines the destructive powers of a normal grenade with the shock ability of a flashbang, minus the sound." "To me, that is all still a riddle. I suggest a demonstration." "Oh, it's your party. These things are meant to blow stuff and or people up, so have any furniture you need to get rid of?"

Parker opened his mouth. "Sir, we could use the bomb disposal room?" Dorres nodded. "I am sure Mr. Fowl here would love to destroy something. How about the old model security robots?" Arnout looked extremely happy. "That would be nice, yes. Thank you." Nearly jumping with excitement, Arnout gathered his supplies, and followed Dorres, Mr White, and the goons, out of the lab.

By the time they got to the bomb disposal room, 3 older Scythe Inc. bots where being wheeled into the room. The room itself was rather large, and apparently, had seen recent use. "Ok, guys, a few metres apart. Wouldn't want to blow ‘em all up at once." Arnout instructed the men.

Arnout turned to Dorres and Mr. White. "For the first test we'll be fine if we stand back just a few meters. Glasses on, please." Arnout placed one of his grenades between the legs of one of the bots, and cracked the glass capsule, and quickly ran back.

A giant ball of fire enveloped the robot. The released heat was enormous, and the party was forced to divert their eyes, and protect their face with their arm. When the heat disappeared, nothing remained of the robot. The only parts still whole, where the arms. They had been melted off, and where now laying next to a massive heap of still smouldering metal. Arnout had a broad smile on his face. "I think that deserves to be on a tactical vest!"

Arnout aka The Emperors Angel 19:43, 9 October 2011 (UTC)

Arnout stacked up on the right side of the door. He place a hand on his rifles magazine, and his computer informed of the ammo. "19 rounds left, Arnout." "Thanks. How about the rest?" "Adam has 25, Eve 13 and Silvia is full." "Yeah, but she cheats." And out loud: "Eve, reload." Eve nodded, and changed her submachine magazine.

Adam pulled a flexible camera out of his tactical vest. "Arnout, I like these drills, but shouldn't we be out hunting real criminals, instead of these mercs?" "Adam, not all of us have superpowers. I am vulnerable outside my suit, so we practice this a few times, just so you know how it's done, so you can back me up if it's necessary."

Silvia transformed her head, and inhaled deep. "Three guys in the next room. One on the couch, in the centre of the room, one on a chair close to him, and one next to the door." "I marked them on the HUD" Arnout pointed at the blue screen across his left eye. "Suggestions?" Silvia transformed her head back to normal, but shook her head. "Ok, guys. We stack up on Adam. He kicks in the door. I accelerate, and take the guy next to the door. Silvia takes the guy on the chair, Eve the one on the couch. Adam covers us. We want them alive, but don't hesitate to shoot if necessary."

Eve looked at Arnout and said: "I haven't hesitated so far, right?" "No, you haven't. Just sayin'".

Adam shook his head, and looked at Silvia. He looked like he was about to say something. "Christ, Adam, kick that shit in! We can discuss this later!" Arnout was pumped, and ready to go. Adam lined himself up with the door, took a step back, and charged forward. Placing his foot just left of the lock, the look broke, and the door flew open. Speeding up his movement by a factor 3, Arnout slid past Adam, and crashed into the guy standing near the door. Laying in with his rifle butt, he knocked the merc unconscious.

Getting up, he saw Silvia and Eve holding the other two at gunpoint. "Good. I think that was all the mercs we found out about, right?"

Arnout aka The Emperors Angel 19:43, 9 October 2011 (UTC)