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Avatar of Awesome Price: $20.00 Grugg People's Champion RDI Staff Karma: 306/189 5331 Posts Update part the second. The group filed off the ice as the Zamboni emerged, sweeping up what remained of the Wildfires following the third period. Amy le Connard was still cheering enthusiastically from her seat, and Danyael paused to beckon her as he stepped off the ice. With a squeal, she leapt from her seat and ran back towards the concessions, and presumably, to the off ice locker room entrance. With a smirk, Danyael turned back to his team and continued into the locker room. ~~~~~~~~~~ Vitali had remained somewhat behind the main group as they left the ice, having only just met them in less than simple circumstances. Most of his belongings were in another dressing room anyway, and as the group continued past his door, he stepped inside, throwing his now used goalie pads to the side as he sat down on the sparse wooden bench. His moment of silence was quickly interrupted however, as a Wildfire uniformed goon kicked the door to his dressing room in just as it was finally swinging to a close. ”The Canadian says yoo're oot Rooskie,.”, the big man said, throwing a duffel bag into the centre of the room, which Vitali could only assume contained the remainder of his effects. ”He says if yoo show yoor face around here again, yoo'll be sitting in it.” Before Vitali could question just what the hell that ridiculous sounding threat meant, the man stormed out, swinging the door open with a violent motion that knocked a nearby garbage can clear across the room with a loud *SMASH*. As the Wildfire player left the room, Vitali took a moment to think of where he was going to go, but paused again as his reverie was disturbed by yet another interruption, this time a soft cough coming from...the garbage can? Cautiously, the Ukrainian stepped towards the tipped over waste receptacle. Distancing himself from the can as much as possible, he reached out with one hand and gripped the lid handle, his other hand searching of anything that could be used as a weapon. Finding his goalie stick, he wrenched the lid off the can and jumped back, his stick held tightly to bash in the head of anything that came out. What did come out however, struck him as particularly unexpected. What appeared to be a man dressed in garbage bags flopped unceremoniously on the floor with a dull thud. As he did, a badge popped out of the mass of black plastic that covered him, and slid across the floor towards Vitali, who took a moment to look down as it as it skidded to a stop in front of him. Special Agent Roberto Stanislav Fantastico Security Forces As Vitali looked up back up, the man who just seconds ago had been draped in garbage bags was standing before him in a clean, crisp tuxedo, and a cursory scan of the room revealed absolutely no trace of his former clothing. Vitali looked at the man with at Roberto was a confused expression, but the man looked back at him expressionless face, save a small twitch in his eye, which Vitali noticed looked considerably bloodshot and (though he couldn't figure out why exactly he thought this) reminded him of a small bag of asphalt. The silent exchange of looks continued a moment more before Vitali opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a sudden blurt from the man in front of him, you apparently just been reminded he to speak to communicate his ideas. ”Specialist Agent Roberto Stanislav, Master of the Disguisings, at your services”, the man took a deep bow. ”Am field agent for Mr. Fantasti, and am here to relay offer for services.” Before Vitali could get a word in edgewise, the man continued. ”Mr. Fantasti is seeing all you are doing on ice hockey rink,” the man's thick Russian accent reminded Vitali of his homeland, ”...and is hereby requisitioning your services for himself and company.” Vitali tried again to voice an opinion, but it was vain one more as the man continued, seemingly uninterested in any debate on the matter. ”You are to be joining others from rink een service Mr. Fantasti een for reclaiming control of city and preserving all has been built by father.” While he'd been talking, Stanislav had been peeling his tuxedo off, and no was standing in front of Vitali in a Wildfire mascot uniform (which was little more than a tree costume with flames painted all over it) that Vitali was sure had been far too bulky to fit under the tux. ”Now return to group for eenfortmation on target. Failure for complying weeell have unfortunate results. And, if will excuse me, will be taking my leave” Before Vitali could say a single thing to the strange man, he had stepped out the locker room door, closing it swiftly behind him. Vitali rushed to the door and pulled it open, seeking answers from the man before he got away. The hallways with strangely empty however, and Vitali shook his head as he returned to his room and grabbed his duffel bag. At least now he had somewhere to go. ~~~~~~~~~~ The main group was still celebrating their victory (well, all save Percy, who was in fact talking to a miniature snowman) when they reached their dressing room. In what seemed to be a common occurrence in this arena, they barely had time to settle in before the door to their locker room was loudly booted in by the Canadian. ”Yoo played a hell of a game out there, ya' hoseheads” the tuque'd man said with a large grin cracking across his large bearded face. ”Guess I was underestimating yoo, best game I've seen since '93, eh?” The big man sat down on a locker room bench and stretched out. ”Now I suppose yoo're looking for some help with yoor job for the big man up in Fantastico HQ then, eh?” As the assembled group nodded in agreement, the door was thrown open again as Vitali crashed through it, carrying a large duffel. The Canadian gave him a dirty look as he slowly moved to the back of the group, settling down on a bench on the opposite side of the room from the Canadian, who looked away to continue talking to the group. ”Now Garnet, he's the big moose around here, eh? But I'm sure yoo lot already knew that then, eh?” The group nodded in agreement. ”Used to move the white stuff around for the hoser, I did, but lately, he seems a bit...oof, ya know? Like something's going on in that head of his, don't know what though, but I don't like it” He paused as a couple Wildfire goons dragged a series of duffel bags (and one streetlight) into the room, depositing them along the wall before stepping out. ”Anywhos, ol' Darius is starting to get paranoid. I think he knows that hosehead Fantasti's wanting his city back or something, and he's gone deep. No one's seen him leave the Supa-Fly stadium in weeks, and that place is wrapped up tighter than a Nunavut hooker, yoo know what I mean, eh?” He continued as the absolute silence confirmed that absolutely no one knew what he meant. ”Going in there straight on, is fixing to get ya' killed, eh? So I had a better idea, then. Garnet's two main distribution houses are a little light on the guards, eh? Been funnelling the hosers off to his arena for a while now. Maybe if yoo went to them, and caused some trooble, he'd be a little less inclined to let them go shortstaffed, eh? Here.” He extended a hand, noticing Katie fiddling with the PDA Stanislav had given them earlier. ”I'll give yoo lot the addresses. The big fiddled with the PDA for a moment, before tossing to back to Katie. ”Now, yoo play a hell of a game, but yoo killed some of my best boys out there, eh?” His happy demeanour swiftly switched to a more irritable look. ”So, I'd be suggesting to get oot. Now.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1.4: Some Sort of Hydra Metaphor, Surely The group assembled outside the arena and Downhouser did a quick headcount. Before the giant man could realize that Danyael was missing, a series of profanities rang out as the leather jacketed ladies' man came running up the group, followed by more shouts from the arena entryway. He gave the group a sly smile as he wiped a lipstick stain off his neck, a shade Katie noted was quite similar to the one Amy le Connard had been wearing. As the profanities finally stopped a loud slam of the arena could be heard, the group turned to Katie and PDA. A new team member, a new objective, and two new addresses. It was time to get things done. Awesome things. Posted on 2011-05-19 at 17:35:10. Steelight Sage of the Realms Karma: 44/9 1024 Posts new direction! The sly grin stays plastered on his face for a minute more. Then with a clearing of his throat he redirects his attention to the options at hand. "Well done. At the very least we reduced the capability of another potentially criminal group. But, despite fear for my life, I must admit it was just a little bit fun." A slight smirk appears on his face. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong but it seems we have two warehouse choices right? Katie, do you mind if I take a look at the PDA for a minute?" (Assuming she gives it to him...) He looks at it for a minute or two, taking note of the warehouse locations and anything around it. "I would say we go with this one first." he says, selecting one of the two sites. Danyael looks around for Percy's icecream truck, finding it (assumably) he motions everyone towards it. "I have an idea about how we get in. We can hammer out the details on the way." Danyael turns to the fiery red head. "I'd like to hang on to the PDA for the time being if that's alright. I'm a bit curious about these "access Denied" messages. Perhaps I can do smething about that." He makes a point to restrain his normal comments for the time being. Once every has gotten in the truck and they are on they way he speaks again. "Since out friend the Canadian cautioned us against a frontal assault, I suggest a different way. One of us will have to be a buyer or distributor." He looks around the room for a minute... "That would be me or Katie." He turns to her as he continues. "No offense intended, as I'm sure to lose a filling if it were, but your temperment is not very well suited for a deal like this. Though your obvious feminine charms may be helpful... if you choose to use them of course." The sly grin seen so often by the group when he speaks to Katie appears for only a moment before being masked once again. "The rest of you should do what you do best. Intimidate them and freak them out a bit. Percy, you should be particularly good at that last part I think. What do you guys think?" After waiting a moment and listening to responses he goes to work on the PDA, attempting to crack any and all access he can and get as much information out of the thing as possible. Posted on 2011-05-24 at 11:58:08. Almerin Typing Furiously RDI Staff Karma: 172/19 2817 Posts drug trade? Gerald knows about those Once they exited the building Gerald was able to reflect on what exactly had happened. He summed it up in his head, which meant that most of the conversations that had taken place were fast-forwarded towards the parts where the violence started. So, they had beaten a team of over rated hockey players at their own game. People had died a deserving death, and now there would be less crime going on in this area. They had done all that to get some information. But one question remained, and he voiced it as he entered the ice-cream truck. “So, why did we leave that Canadian guy alive?” He reminded himself to go back, once he had helped out Mr Fantastico, to clean up the leftovers. Big gun #1 rested easily in his palm. It felt good having it back, even though it had only been out of his reach during the hockey game. He inspected the gun, just to make sure nobody had dared touch it, as he continued to listen to Danyael. The man made some sense. At least, as far as the plan went that he was relaying now. Going in as potential buyers was a good way of getting close. But in all reality, they didn’t have to get close at all. A grenade or two would probably get a few of the dealer’s lapdogs storming from the building, where they would be sitting ducks. After all, what they needed was for Darius to send his troops from his side to anywhere else. Even a partially successful raid would accomplish that. Downhouser knew these things. He didn’t know why he knew them, but he liked to think that it was because he understood criminals. He would have been a great criminal himself, if he had chosen the illegal path over a life as Lady Justice’s sword hand. Many times he had been the victim of bribes. Or rather, other people had tried to bribe him and they had become victims themselves. No matter how you looked at it, bribing had been involved, and he had refused to cooperate. "The rest of you should do what you do best. Intimidate them and freak them out a bit. Percy, you should be particularly good at that last part I think. What do you guys think?" Downhouser looked up. Lost in thought he had been patting Big Gun #1 like a cat, but he stopped now. “I think it is a good plan. But this time we don’t let them take our guns. Otherwise I’ll refuse to go in. I’ll find a back door then, and the plan won’t be the plan anymore.” He looked around the van, and his eyes rested on Virago. “He should be your tester. You should have one of those if you want to be the real thing.” Gerald had lots of experience with encountering drug dealers. “You should also make some kind of appointment. You can’t just drive up and barge in. ‘s Not how it works. We need to find a small time dealer lower on the ladder, who’ll direct us to where we need to be.” His eyes went blank for a moment as he thought of something. A grin spread across his face. “Unless you WANT to barge in. I’d be game for that.” He took a Fantasicornflakes bar from his pocket and started chewing on it. He had said what needed to be said. Now he just had to wait for the action to start. Posted on 2011-05-28 at 13:24:55. Celeste Hippy-snapper! Karma: 120/3 938 Posts Kathryn ~ If I don't get food, you'll really see the devil inside me As the team celebrated in the locker room, the Canadian came bursting through the door. Katie felt an immediate hostile threat and lamented the fact that her gear had been taken away from here. Here it comes. We just slaughtered your team. I hope to God you keep your end of the deal. Much to her surprise, he wore a big grin across his face. Well, she thought it was a big grin, it was hard to tell under that tangled mat of a beard. ”Yoo played a hell of a game out there, ya' hoseheads. Guess I was underestimating yoo, best game I've seen since '93, eh?” The Canadian sat down on a bench and stretched out his legs, ”Now I suppose yoo're looking for some help with yoor job for the big man up in Fantastico HQ then, eh?” As everyone was nodding, the door was flung open again. Vitali came crashing into the room with a duffle bag in his hand. As the Canadian was giving him an ugly look, Katie felt herself blush high on her cheekbones. Ignoring Vitali for the moment, the Canadian continued. ”Now Garnet, he's the big moose around here, eh? But I'm sure yoo lot already knew that then, eh?” More nods, ”Used to move the white stuff around for the hoser, I did, but lately, he seems a bit...oof, ya know? Like something's going on in that head of his, don't know what though, but I don't like it” The door banged open again, and a couple of guys dressed in Wildfire outfits drug in their gear. Thank God. Katie thought it might be tactless to grab her stuff while the Canadian was giving them the information they required. She almost had to sit on her hands to prevent herself from getting up. ”Anywhos, ol' Darius is starting to get paranoid. I think he knows that hosehead Fantasti's wanting his city back or something, and he's gone deep. No one's seen him leave the Supa-Fly stadium in weeks, and that place is wrapped up tighter than a Nunavut hooker, yoo know what I mean, eh?” No one spoke. In fact, no one really knew what he was saying, the creative obscenities were obscuring any type of semblance of regular speech, and making it damn impossible to decipher. Katie pulled out the PDA from her pocket to make sure it was still working after the beating she had taken on the ice, giving her an excuse to look busy while they tried to work out what language the Canadian was speaking. ”Going in there straight on, is fixing to get ya' killed, eh? So I had a better idea, then. Garnet's two main distribution houses are a little light on the guards, eh? Been funnelling the hosers off to his arena for a while now. Maybe if yoo went to them, and caused some trooble, he'd be a little less inclined to let them go shortstaffed, eh? Here.” He extended a hand towards her, and she passed him the PDA, “I'll give yoo lot the addresses.” The big man fiddled around with it before tossing it back to her. ”Now, yoo play a hell of a game, but yoo killed some of my best boys out there, eh?”His upbeat demeanor vanished in a heartbeat ”So, I'd be suggesting to get oot. Now.” Not waiting for their welcome to wear out, Katie got up immediately and grabbed her duffel. She trooped with the rest of the crew out of the stadium. Once everyone was gathered outside, Katie dived into her bag of gear. As Downhouser was pointing to each one of them in turn and silently mouthing something, a loud series of profanities and shouts echoed out across the lot. Danyael was hurrying towards them. Katie ejected the mag to one of her Desert Eagles and watched him approach. He had lipstick on his neck and was reaching up to wipe it off. She gestured at his neck with her empty gun, “Looks like you missed a spot, Romeo.” The magazine clicked home and Katie drove it home into its holster. Danyael maintained his grin a little bit longer before clearing his throat. "Well done. At the very least we reduced the capability of another potentially criminal group. But, despite fear for my life, I must admit it was just a little bit fun." His grin reappeared. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong but it seems we have two warehouse choices right? Katie, do you mind if I take a look at the PDA for a minute?" Katie handed it over, and he began scrolling through it. Danyael turns to her and continued "I'd like to hang on to the PDA for the time being if that's alright. I'm a bit curious about these "access Denied" messages. Perhaps I can do smething about that." “I’d rather you didn’t,” Katie replied with her hand extended out, “I trust you about as far as I can throw you, Danyael. I’d rather not have you jacking up our source of information for this city.” "Since out friend the Canadian cautioned us against a frontal assault, I suggest a different way. One of us will have to be a buyer or distributor." Danyael began, “That would be me or Katie." He turns to her as he continues. "No offense intended, as I'm sure to lose a filling if it were, but your temperment is not very well suited for a deal like this. Though your obvious feminine charms may be helpful... if you choose to use them of course." His grin returned and she had to bit her lip from the retort that sprang to her mind. "The rest of you should do what you do best. Intimidate them and freak them out a bit. Percy, you should be particularly good at that last part I think. What do you guys think?" The big man was first to reply, “I think it is a good plan. But this time we don’t let them take our guns. Otherwise I’ll refuse to go in. I’ll find a back door then, and the plan won’t be the plan anymore.” Yeah, I don’t really feel like losing my guns again. She gave Downhouser an appraising look as he continued on with his idea. He nodded towards Virago, “He should be your tester. You should have one of those if you want to be the real thing.” Probably the only one capable of snorting a cup or more of that crap without over dosing. “You should also make some kind of appointment. You can’t just drive up and barge in. ‘s Not how it works. We need to find a small time dealer lower on the ladder, who’ll direct us to where we need to be.” He looked lost in thought before a wide smile spread across his face, “Unless you WANT to barge in. I’d be game for that.” From some inner pocket, Downhouser produced a cornflake bar and began munching on it. It reminded her that she hadn’t eaten for over a day, unless you counted the dreamsicle from Percy’s freezer. She like his plan; simple, easy to follow, and it seemed like he had done something like this before. “I like it, Downhouser. But where do we find a small time dealer? I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not in the habit of buying drugs.” She wondered if any of the casinos she frequented had drug rings placed in the bowels of the establishment. “Come to think on it, The Blue Room might have some of that happening in the back rooms. It’s mainly a club, but it has a couple of poker tables and some slot machines. It’s not too far from here.” Her stomach gave a small rumble, “I also wouldn’t mind a bite to eat on the way. Might be able to get some greasy pub grub while we’re there.” Posted on 2011-05-30 at 17:10:25. Edited on 2011-05-30 at 17:29:10 by Celeste Steelight Sage of the Realms Karma: 44/9 1024 Posts Conversation “I’d rather you didn’t,” Katie replied with her hand extended out, “I trust you about as far as I can throw you, Danyael. I’d rather not have you jacking up our source of information for this city.” "We all have our talents Fireeyes. Mine are not limited to the bedroom. Or would you rather wander around the city blind because we don't have some vital pieces of information that might be useful to us?" Despite the remark, a smooth smile stayed on his face as he extended his hand for the PDA. "I for one, want every piece of information available if we're going to be walking into a guarded warehouse belonging to a well-known enemy that has no issues putting each and every one of us in the ground. I would also like to point out that I effectively functioned as a moving target for more than one of those players, allowing you and others to come away with fewer injuries than you could have. Have I not yet earned enough to look at the PDA that was given to ALL of us? Posted on 2011-05-30 at 19:24:31. Edited on 2011-05-30 at 19:24:50 by Steelight Celeste Hippy-snapper! Karma: 120/3 938 Posts Katie ~ More conversation ~ Corrupt that Pocket Pal! Katie rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean you couldn’t look at the bloody PDA, I was referring you trying to access whatever mysterious hidden files on it that you seem to think are there. I just don’t want you to mess up the blasted thing. But by all means, Danyael, keep it. On your head be it if you corrupt it past the point of it being functional.” She dropped the hand that had been reaching for the PDA back to her side. Posted on 2011-05-30 at 19:45:48. Steelight Sage of the Realms Karma: 44/9 1024 Posts *smirk* "Thank you for your confidence Katie. It is.... inspiring." As they move towards this club he'd never heard of, he focuses his attention on the PDA, and on unlocking its secrets. Posted on 2011-05-30 at 22:50:30. Tek Jumpin' Jack Smash Karma: 38/13 596 Posts Lacking, but its posted Though the victory was savoured, almost as much as the fact that he lived to fight another day, Vitali was unsure what to make of the events that followed his de-gearing in the locker room. Immensely pleased to have his things returned to him, the survivalist resisted the urge to tear into his belongings for the S&W and cap the goofball who yapped at him in that accent he so disliked, but managed to keep his cool for a moment. The most peculiar threat, however, left him in a state of wonder for a moment, only to be shattered by the arrival of a man from within his changeroom's garbage can. Special Agent Roberto Stanislav Fantastico Security Forces “What the hell...?” The events that followed were the last things the Ukrainian expected. While he had thought he'd be on his way back home to a hot meal of vareniky, he instead stood before a well dressed man who looked like he meant business, even though, for a most unusual reason, made him think that he'd been beaten in the face by a sack of parking lot grit. Perhaps the one thing that brought Vitali comfort here was that the stranger spoken in a hefty Slavic accent, and with a slight smile, reminisced of home. But from the look of things, he'd been enlisted, and assigned to aid the others in their apparent mission. When the tuxedo was discarded to reveal a mascot uniform, something that defied physics, he couldn't help but laugh, despite his bewilderment. This, he smirked at, was something he himself was familiar with, and as the man left the room, Vitali thought it prudent to prep himself, and dug in the bag for his beloved Winchester. Out of date, perhaps, the thing still packed a wallop, and as if to prove how it earned the name “Pocket Howitzer”, he threw shut the breach with a click and slid the longbarrel into his pocket. Zipping shut his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Vitali took a last look around the dressing room, and lay his eyes upon the goalie stick. “Might be useful...” Reopening the bag, he shifted things around inside, and slid the heavy thing inside along with his other gear, which, from the looks of things, he'd need to replace in its proper order in his packsack when he had a moment. For now, he had to meet the others, and set out down the hall to find where they might be. It wasn't long before that most hated accent caught his attention, and Vitali kicked open the door behind which he heard it, revealing The Canadian seemingly lecturing his former teammates. All eyes on him, the young man nodded once before taking a seat on the bench, tossing a shy smile at Katie and a deep look of respect to Downhouser while on his way. Great... he thought, as he settled in to listen to The Canadian yack on about some ongoing job and a man named Garnet, a stadium, cocaine, and a bunch of other things spoken in that bizarre dialogue that he couldn't determine the importance, nor relevance, of. But, he figured he would just get that information from them at a later point. These people were easy to understand. The one thing he DID make sense of was the urging out the door, with which Vitali was more than happy to comply. Hauling his duffle bag onto his back again, he and the others vacated the arena, the bright sun causing him to tip his hat to shade his eyes. A man short, it wasn't long before the man Danyael came running up, seemingly having been held up by something. Not his business. Plans were already being discussed, so he sat quietly and waited to be filled in without actually having to ask, and thus, reveal that he hadn't quite been paying attention to the locker room chat. Drug deals and base assaulting seemed the hot topic here, and from the looks of things, Katie appeared to have quite a temper on her, or at least regarding Danyael's tardiness. It wasn't necessarily her tone...moreso that she gestured to the well-dressed man with one of her handguns. While he'd never admit it to anybody, the gun she carried held his attention more than the ongoing discussion. Heavy firepower. Compact form. He nodded to nobody in particular and upended his duffle bag, releasing an ungodly amount of possessions to spill out onto the ground, including his new goalie stick. Sitting cross legged on the ground in front of it, he opened all the pockets of his army bag, and started loading them in. To any others, it would seem impossible to fit even a third of his things into that bag, but Vitali kept on going. When he found his pack of smokes, he smiled slightly and drew one out, lighting it and shutting his zippo with a clack. Offering the pack around, he returned it to one of his cargo pockets and carried on with his cataloguing of things. All seemed in order. Last but not least, he buckled on his hip holster, producing the revolver with a flourish he'd seen cowboys do in movies, and reloaded the wheel with the high caliber rounds. Snapping it shut, he returned it to his belt just in time to hear the massive Downhouser mentioning the wisdom in making an appointment. Finding small time dealers and such, and Katie' own response, which regarded a place called The Blue Room. This, he could follow. Waiting for Katie and Danyael to finish bickering about some kind of handheld device, secrets, and some such things he was too green to understand yet, Vitali shifted his goggles thoughtfully and hefted his backpack onto his shoulders. “The Blue Room. I've been there before. A few months ago. Somebody told me that there were problems going on, so I scoped it out.” He smiled sheepishly. “Granted... I don't know the real workings of what go on in that place. But I do know that I could set up a better security system on...” He glanced around, realizing he hadn't thought of an example yet, and spotted an ominous looking...Ice cream truck? “That.” Then he heard Katie mention food. This was something he could assist in. Digging into his pack, he produced one of his many packs of K rations, and handed it over. “Got you covered, dívchyna. Its not the most interesting thing, but wars were fought on these things.” Snuffing his cigarette beneath the sole of his shoe, Vitali crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels, looking at the discarded duffle bag at his feet. That might be useful, too... Snatching it up, he stuffed it into his backpack, along with his abundance of useful crap, and thought on things. “You know... I used to have a friend who was into drugs. Things didn't turn out so well for him when things got hot with his dealer, and the last time I saw him was in an open casket funeral. Sad days... If this is anything like that situation, he might have some guys posted around with guns on some of us. Just in case. If somebody can spot, I can shoot, and we can make sure things go in our favour, yes? Scam men usually have muscle backing them up. Without support, they're zeroes. Just knowing he's got nobody to watch his back might make him crack. Of couse...” Vitali looked up at Downhouser, whose steel face behind those black shades was intimidating all on its own. “Perhaps you, pódruha, could just throw a car through the window or something. Just to get the point across.” Posted on 2011-05-31 at 16:22:20.     Jump to: [First Page] [Prev] 1 2 3 4 5      Partners:         View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service. You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.