[b][i]Lawyers, Guns, and Money[/i][/b] [b]In the Woods Near the Dojo[/b] [i]The two armored figures moved quietly through the softly blowing snow to a large clearing in the woods. The field was flat, covered in snow, and beautiful in the moonlight. The larger of the two approached the center of the clearing, and lit a flare, pulled from his bandolier. Holding it low to the ground, he used it to melt the snow away, and after a moment, a strange metal device, a flat rectangular object could be seen, a pulsing red light and several buttons on it. Tossing the flare aside, he picked up the device, punching in something using the buttons. Tossing the device forwards about one hundred feet, he backed up, and in seconds, a rift had opened before him, and a large aircraft flew slowly out, a tiltrotor gunship, better known as a Vertibird. Coming forth from the rift, the craft was loud, its rotorwash kicking up debris and blowing snow all around. As it landed, the rear cargo bay opened, the ramp lowering to the ground. The other figure approached calmly as the larger one entered the rear of the aircraft, which was fully stocked with an immense array of weaponry, from grenades to rocket launchers to mininuke time bombs to rifles, handguns, and belt-fed machine guns. At the rear, a large belt-fed machine gun, an M2HB, was mounted as a rear door gun as well. There were also crates of supplies, medical gear and foodstuffs, along with plenty of alcohol and water. The other figure climbed aboard the craft, handing the larger one the strange remote-like device. [/i] Plan on heading in? [i]he asked.[/i] Yeah. Gotta get in someday. Wanna see how many people will buy sh*t from me. [i]he said, chuckling.[/i] [i]The hulking figure made his way forwards in the cargo bay, and began working the aircraft from a touch screen display on the wall behind the pilot's seat, which was occupied by a blow-up doll. In moments, the aircraft had lifted off from the ground and was above the trees. Flying forwards, it headed directly for the Dojo. From the gates, it was perhaps a terrifying sight, a large tiltrotor gunship with twin 30mm nose cannons, a nose-mounted Gatling laser, and a large shark's mouth painted on the front of the cockpit. [b]At the Dojo[/b] The aircraft thundered over the gates, and heads to an open spot amidst the courtyards, shifting its rotors so that it is hovering like a helicopter. From the bottom of the craft, the landing gear unfold like insectoid legs, the Vertibird setting down gently. Once on the ground, the craft powered down, and the rear ramp was opened, the hulking figure stepping out into the light. Now he was unmistakable. Alex Wilson stood in his full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. Behind him approached the other figure, who's identity was made clear as well In his full suit of armor, Jackson looked extremely imposing. The exosuit was painted matte black, with scratches and scrapes all across it, along with a few bullet ricochet marks. On his left leg, a large Bowie knife sat in its sheath. At his waist, a leather gunbelt, and at each of his hips, a .44 magnum, Smith and Wesson Model 629 Performance Center Specials. Magnum shells lined the gunbelt as well. Across his chest, a bandolier, with numerous tactical pouches used to store various items for any situation. His cloak was back, exposing both his shoulders and his helmet. On his left pauldron, a kukri was situated in its sheath, and on his right, five .50BMG rounds sat in a sidesaddle. The tip of his blade's hilt could be seen over his right shoulder, the stock of his Barrett M107A1 over his right. However, what stood out the most was the mask he wore. It fully covered his face and head, and the lenses of the eyes glowed an eerie blue. Like the armor, it was painted entirely black, save for three jagged white slashes across the right side, painted bright white. As Wolfe exited, Wilson headed back in, dragging out several crates loaded with weaponry and gear. Obviously he had plans to make a little money. His intentions were made clear when he brought out a cheap "Guns for Sale" sign, which was no more than a spray-painted piece of plywood.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]