Avery laughed quietly, then bit her lip as she looked out at the shore. What, exactly, would they find there? She didn't mean supplies-wise, but more like… what kind of people, animals, heroes, villains, and so on would they find?
(Bumping.)
(Bumping.)
Dylan finished manuvering the ship into a lonely port, hidden by trees. Everyone disembarked happily, and they managed to make their way out into the open street with no snipers or villain bothering them. And right at the portside hotel was the truck Dylan had called for.
"I guess we were lucky," he said, smiling as he threw his gear in the back.
"Good, good," Avery said absentmindedly. She was surveying the area around them, checking, double checking, and triple checking that everything was actually okay. It was all just…too easy…
Vaughn had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder filled with his own personal weapons. He dropped it into the back, checking it for a moment to see if everything was there. He took out his favorite, a silver AMT Automag V, and slid the cartridge in with a snap before tucking it into his waistband in case if he needed it.
(Bumping.)
(Bumping.)
"I figured you would have gone with a Firestar, or something like that. A tad bit easier to handle?"
Vaughn looked at Dylan, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I just.. like this one. I don’t know,” he said, stumbling over his words in his exhausted, sleep deprived state.
Dylan shrugged and hopped into the truck. He propped the laptop up on the dashboard and pulled up the map. Poking his head out the window, he asked, "So who wants to nap in the back while I drive?"
Vaughn thought about Dylan’s offer before shaking his head. Better if he stayed alert. “I’m fine,” he answered, glancing over to Avery.
(OMGOSH, I'M SO SORRY! I was busy all this weekend and I didn't get a chance to get on here!)
Avery tore her eyes from the area around them, turning to face Dylan and the truck.
"I'm good," she replied, waving away the offer. "I wouldn't be able sleep even if I tried."
(Bumping.)
Dylan nodded, and hooked a thumb towards the back, "Vaughn takes rear, then. You look like hell, so sleep if you need to. It'll be a little bumpy, but you can work with it."
To Avery he said, "Hop on in. I need a navigator."
Just then, Dylan heard a loud CRACK, and the truck shuddered. Another shot took made the truck shudder again. His windshield shattered.
"Fuck!"
Avery dropped to the ground, leaning against the side of the truck.
What in the world? Why didn't I notice anything? I was looking around, but I didn't see– Shoot. This is why I use other animals' senses when I look for things.
"Dylan! Vaughn! Get down!" she shouted.
(Bumping.)
(Oh gosh I didn’t see this okay)
Vaughn cursed sharply, ducking down as well. He took out his gun and cocked it, looking around. “Where the hell are the shots coming from?!”
Dylan slid a hand out of the car, onto the hood. Another crack, this one expected, rang out, and a bullet put a clean hole through the hood of the truck, barely an inch to the left of Dylan's outstretched hand.
"One of them is on the truck's left. Vaughn, do you have any guns with some range?"
“In my bag, yeah,” Vaughn called back. He walked carefully around towards the back, keeping low. He slid reached around, shifting through his duffel bag. He pulled out a long, clean looking rifle. He snapped the cartridge into place, loading the gun. He quickly jerked his arm away as a bullet flew by him. “This should work.”
Waving to get Avery's attention, Dylan made a little hopping motion with his hands, then pointed at her. He pointed towards the hood of the truck.
(Distraction. Up front.)
Seeing Dylan's gestures, Avery nodded and started to change shape. After a moment, she was completely shifted into a large, silver lioness with golden eyes. Giving both of the guys a look, she said, "Don't do anything stupid while I'm out there," and moved to the front of the truck.
“Do you see any of the shooters?” Vaughn asked Dylan, not having too good of a view from where he was.
A round whizzed past Avery's ear three full seconds after she left cover. Then another as she ducked back (Because I imagine she's smart enough to do that.)
Dylan counted out three more seconds, then noted with satisfaction that he had the timing down. The sniper was keeping Avery pinned, and he had a rhythm. Dylan gave Vaughn a thumbs-up.