>From: "Adunaphell =P" 
> > > >> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > > >> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > > >> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > > >> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel

>>>"So why don't we turn it [ooc: if we haven't] then punch a couple of
>>>holes into the launcher, then blow the antenna off?  Either it
>>>detonates or we take it out of range...  I'm guessing that if the
>>>jammer is turned off, we get a signal to detonate.  If we can turn
>>>it, flood it, then blow it, it doesn't matter how much it rains!"  
>>> >>>Woof looks around at the gathering clouds.  "I'd say we are in for a
>>>blow. And I wonder if *that's* being orchestrated too.  Seeding the
>>>clouds?"
>>
>>"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the odds
>>of the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for the
>>water to leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making a lot
>>of noise that we really don't want to make.  I could punch a hole in
>>that back cover with my knife but I don't want to be that close just
>>in case it lights off."
>
>Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before
>pealing her tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out here
>and attract a ton of attention," she starts to wring the water out of
>the shirt before walking back to the horses and opening up the saddle
>bags.
>
>"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack and
>looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture with the
>knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second top on. It's 
>black with a long red chinese dragon down the right side. Jezebel pulls a 
>fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and walks
>around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones and
>putting the dry ones one.

She continues to dress, pants, wipes her feet off carefully before putting 
socks and boots back on, combat harness, shoulder holster, butterfly holster 
and finally duster.

She looks over at Woof as she straightens her hair out with her fingers 
before looking up the hill for a good spot to take the shot.  Her right hand 
pulls the bipod out of her cargo pocket and spins it unconciously like some 
oversized metallic drum stick.

"Right about there," she points up the hill, grabs the rifle and snaps the 
bipod into place with a practiced ease.  There's a soft click as the 
components lock together.

She takes the reigns of her horse and starts to head up towards the location 
where she can get a good angle shot on the back corner of the device and 
hopefully flood it out.

Lysia Jezebel David