Author Topic: The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]  (Read 15410 times)

"I'LL HANDLE IT!" I shout before dropping the pot. I shove half of the bird not in my mouth INTO my mouth and run off.

"Do we have any real weapons?"

I walk out of the shooting range, hair slightly screwed up, which I quickly adjust so it's less messed up. "I carry this G20 around. Not sure about everybody else though."

"I guess I can just shoot this bb gun until I get better"

"All I have is this damn knife," I say, holding up a three inch pocketknife. "I'd like to be more well armed."

"You can have my gun Jacov, I don''t need it for now" I give the gun to you

"You can have my gun Jacov, I don''t need it for now" I give the gun to you
"Thank you."
is it bb, real, airsoft, what.

real, we got it from the bank or something

real, we got it from the bank or something
a'ight
what is it?
pistol?
rifle?
assault rifle?
smg?

What the balls do you expect the tellers to carry shotguns
I'm assuming it's a pistol, and considering it was likely a security guard's, a Glock. G18, probably.

What the balls do you expect the tellers to carry shotguns
I'm assuming it's a pistol, and considering it was likely a security guard's, a Glock. G18, probably.
ya
I guess you're right

"I think I know a place..." I vanish into the storm.

"Should we, like, do something?"

I return with assorted supplies. "I'VE DONE IT!" I shout through the dust on my face.

I burst back through the door, "Well that obviously wasn't a good idea." I say, coughing.