|Surrounded by snack food detritus, Pete sets up meeples representing the legion of goons on our trail...|
Without wishing to sound too cocky, I have to say I'm rather pleased with the contribution my character - Barry - made to our group's eventual escape from Spike Island in last night's game.
Picking up from last month's events, we were racing back to the beach where our boats were stashed, pursued by a helicopter (Bruno - Kevin's character - had already taken out its search light, but that didn't stop them firing wildly in our general direction), a land rover (with two dog handlers and their attack dogs), and a truck with six more goons in.
Barry and Ivy (Erica's character) were lagging behind, as we're not as nimble on our feet as the others, so instead of following everyone else I made a beeline for the road and hid in the trees to ambush the truck.
The Land Rover had already gone past and the truck was coming into the corner when I fired at the driver (using a Luck point, just to make sure).
The truck went out of control and crashed into trees on the far side of the road, then Ivy (who had already shot the front seat passenger) and I went over to make sure the rest weren't in a position to follow us (if you know what I mean).
|Bruno doesn't really get on with dogs...|
Bruno stood his ground, covering their escape, and took on the attack dogs and their handlers. It was quite gruesome... and quite typical of our group's "dog" curse (which generally sees us comedically bungling any combat that involves canines).
Ivy and I, having dealt with the truckload of guards, headed to the beach and rendezvoused with Bruno. Then we made our getaway in the second boat.
The helicopter buzzed the boats a couple of times, but eventually gave up and returned to its base.
We were met by our contact on the mainland and eventually made our way back to the SOE/ORION base in London.
Our overseers seemed pleased with what we had acquired, but said it would take some time to fully decipher everything and ascertain its importance.
In the meantime, we were to be sent - as a kind of reward on a combined R&R break/training assignment - to America.
Arriving in the States, we were ferried to the current world HQ of ORION (it moves every year apparently) in New York, and told that our job would be test out some new high-tech motorbikes that the boffins in Gemini (their Q Branch) had developed.
We had a couple of days of intensive motorbike training, before heading to the Grand Canyon to test out these new bikes.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before everything went pear-shaped.
Driving through the Grand Canyon, the ground opened up beneath us and we all fell in to an underground WEB base!
The difference between my old alma mater, the British strand of WEB (based, for instance, in a run-down, isolated farmhouse on Romney Marsh) and the American WEB (James Bond villain-style base under the floor of the Grand Canyon) was immediately obvious.
The bikes were taken from us, and we were taunted by a WEB commandant (thankfully we didn't recognise each other), a terrifyingly gaunt and tall (seven foot!) man whose name I didn't catch.
He then left us to be executed by his guards - not expecting us to fight back!
Sadly, the one I squared up with turned out to be a better martial artist than I (hey, Barry's only a white belt novice, he's more comfortable with a gun in his hand), and while everyone else managed to make short work of their allocated guard, Barry and his man became bogged down in a bit of slapfest.
Until I managed to 'sweep the leg', bring him down, and deliver a coup-de-stamp on his foot.
To be continued...
|Operation Starfire: Our new assignment... and our new motorbikes!|