Operation: Melittology
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xp_logsDoug and Wanda are watching Oomes hanger in Germany, and see their target up close in order to plan.
"So. Freaking. Bored," Doug murmured sotto voce into his communicator. He and Wanda had drawn surveillance detail on the airstrip. As nothing much was happening, Doug was running through a mental list of ways to keep his faculties sharp. Unfortunately, the best of them involved breaking radio silence. Well, they -had- discovered extremely well-hidden observation points... "Would you like to play a game of Questions?"
Wanda rolled her neck from side-to-side to crack it -- build up of tension from the waiting. "Questions?" she asked, unfamiliar with the game. Or at least the game as it was being called now. "I don't see why not but you might have to explain the rules."
"You've never seen Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead?" Doug asked, aghast at Wanda's unculturedness. "Basically the idea is that you can only ask questions. The other player gets a point if you make a statement that is not a question. The other player also gets points if you repeat yourself, ask a non sequitur question, or a rhetorical question. So, if I were being mean, I'd say I get a point for you making a statement after I asked...hold on, guards coming into view." He refocused his binoculars on the pair of men as they walked around the perimeter of the hangar.
"I see them." She tracked their movements and smiled. The guards were being lazy, obviously unconcerned. They were walking slowly and stopping every so often to chat, their attention divided and distracted. "Pretty standard uniforms," she murmured.
"Okay, they're passing the south entrance...now," Doug murmured as the pair walked past a door he'd already examined in minute detail, noting down everything he could think of as important. "Now we get to see how many other guards there are, and how long it takes these bozos to make their rounds."
As the guards disappeared from sight, Wanda timed her watch. "Starting the count," she told him, one eye on the grounds and one eye on the time. By the time the next pair had come into sight, five minutes had passed. "Five minute mark, give or take depending on length stride. Five minutes is pretty much all we'd need to get in."
Doug continued to watch closely. "Okay, looks like they do everything in pairs. Want to bet they go to the bathroom in pairs?" he quipped. A third pair came into view right on the five minute interval, and five minutes after that the first pair returned to view. "I vote we dub the guard teams Larry, Moe, and Curly," he decided whimsically. "Because I think I'm funny."
“Well, you are special,” Wanda agreed, noting the weapons they carried. “All right, weapons, uniforms and timing. I think we have everything we need for right now."
"So. Freaking. Bored," Doug murmured sotto voce into his communicator. He and Wanda had drawn surveillance detail on the airstrip. As nothing much was happening, Doug was running through a mental list of ways to keep his faculties sharp. Unfortunately, the best of them involved breaking radio silence. Well, they -had- discovered extremely well-hidden observation points... "Would you like to play a game of Questions?"
Wanda rolled her neck from side-to-side to crack it -- build up of tension from the waiting. "Questions?" she asked, unfamiliar with the game. Or at least the game as it was being called now. "I don't see why not but you might have to explain the rules."
"You've never seen Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead?" Doug asked, aghast at Wanda's unculturedness. "Basically the idea is that you can only ask questions. The other player gets a point if you make a statement that is not a question. The other player also gets points if you repeat yourself, ask a non sequitur question, or a rhetorical question. So, if I were being mean, I'd say I get a point for you making a statement after I asked...hold on, guards coming into view." He refocused his binoculars on the pair of men as they walked around the perimeter of the hangar.
"I see them." She tracked their movements and smiled. The guards were being lazy, obviously unconcerned. They were walking slowly and stopping every so often to chat, their attention divided and distracted. "Pretty standard uniforms," she murmured.
"Okay, they're passing the south entrance...now," Doug murmured as the pair walked past a door he'd already examined in minute detail, noting down everything he could think of as important. "Now we get to see how many other guards there are, and how long it takes these bozos to make their rounds."
As the guards disappeared from sight, Wanda timed her watch. "Starting the count," she told him, one eye on the grounds and one eye on the time. By the time the next pair had come into sight, five minutes had passed. "Five minute mark, give or take depending on length stride. Five minutes is pretty much all we'd need to get in."
Doug continued to watch closely. "Okay, looks like they do everything in pairs. Want to bet they go to the bathroom in pairs?" he quipped. A third pair came into view right on the five minute interval, and five minutes after that the first pair returned to view. "I vote we dub the guard teams Larry, Moe, and Curly," he decided whimsically. "Because I think I'm funny."
“Well, you are special,” Wanda agreed, noting the weapons they carried. “All right, weapons, uniforms and timing. I think we have everything we need for right now."
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