APB: New Block City (A RP)

[Mr. Jelly]

And what exactly are the skills supposed to mean?

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[Jokey365]

Stuff you're good at.

[Mr. Jelly]

Name: Brad Jenkins
Health: (100/100)
Status: Indifferent
Age: 23
Looks: Average build, short black hair, standard uniform
Group: Enforcers
Weapon: MP7, Five-seveN, Nightstick
Skills: Guns, Explosives
Bio: Lived a quiet life in New Block City, joined the force in 2023

Because why not

[Mikoyan]

"Sir." one of the gang members says. I look at him and nod my head. We both walk to the back of the aircraft and he opens a sliding door. We walk into the cargo section of the airplane and I examine the cargo. Gun racks and crates. "Our computers are in the crates, protected with much wrapping paper." "Thank you Yuri." He walks out and I examine the gun racks; 4 AK-105 Carbines, 3 PP-19 Bizons, 3 M4 Carbines, and 10 P-64 pistols. There's 4 crates of ammunition; 2 crates of 5.45×39mm, 1 crate of 5.56×45mm, and 1 crate of 9x18mm rounds. "Good," I say to Yuri, "Please have a glass of Merlot brought to my room please. "Yes, sir." I lay down on my bed, "And Yuri," I say with my hands over my face, "Find the son of a bitch who killed my daughter." He looks me straight in the eye, "Da, ·eer."

[Eussorus]

i blow up new block city

[Kochieboy]

My men bring in more crates and open them. One crate had Compound 4 explosives. "Jesus...the gave us enough explosives". The othewr crate was a mix of AK-47's and M4-A1's. "Very good rifles". The next one was filled with ammo. "Still useful. Okay men, close them up and start shipping them out to your normal locations. "Yes sir", they shouted. They closed up the boxes and brought them outside to put them into trucks.

[Mr. Jelly]

I look away from the window to the driver of the squad car. "Seriously, Sarge, how the forget do they expect us two to find criminals by drivin' all over the damn city?" He glances at me and says, "Well, Jenkins, the 'damn city' is about 80% criminals, 18% law abiding citizens, and 2% milk". I share a brief chuckle with him before returning to the window.

[Tomcat]

With the guard still looking there, I bolts away and into the shipyard. I dial a number and speak softly into it. The I dial 911.
"SHIPYARD, TWO DEAD."

I look away from the window to the driver of the squad car. "Seriously, Sarge, how the forget do they expect us two to find criminals by drivin' all over the damn city?" He glances at me and says, "Well, Jenkins, the 'damn city' is about 80% criminals, 18% law abiding citizens, and 2% milk". I share a brief chuckle with him before returning to the window.

[Mr. Jelly]

(I can't read :I)


The dispatcher's voice breaks the silence. "All available units, we got a 187 on the shipyard"

[Kochieboy]

Two trucks take off on to a dirt road. Two more trucks take to the streets. "As long as they keep on the downlow, they should be fine".

[Mr. Jelly]

We pull up to the shipyard. I get out of the car, surveying the scene. "Well, what the forget happened here?"

[Kochieboy]

One of the watchmen call me on the walkie talkie. "Get over to the main entrance. Polizei!". I walk out of the safe house and to the main entrance to the cop. "Ah, Polizei, what are you doing here?".

[Mr. Jelly]

"Well we got a murder report here, mister...?"

[Kochieboy]

"It's probably a prank. There are many people who want to 'get my goat', as you americans say".

[Mr. Jelly]

"Goat, the hell? Yeah, but, there's a corpse over there."