[Havoc]

OOC: Yes it does matter... read back the RPG before you decide to do something and take a note of how this thing is played. If you want action join some other RPG.

Nick and Math were by now back at the grinding area, which was grinded to bits itself.

Math: Wh.t me.s!

Nick: What?! Talk louder! I can't hear ya with these damn alarms!

Math: I said what a mess! Can't you shut the alarm up somehow! Shoot it or something!

Nick had a thought about it, then aimed his gun at one of the speakers and shot it.
Alarms from other places were still being heared but at least it was a little more quiet.

Math: Thanks...

Nick: Welcome, after all this damage, one lousy speaker won't be much of a diffrence.

Math: Right... so.... now what?

Nick: No idea... I guess we will just wait for Arnie's orders. Untill then, get a pen and paper and write up a damage report of the grinding area.

Math: How does 'Complete wreckage' sound?

Nick turned around and walked down the coridor.

Nick: Just do it!

Math: *sigh* Yes sir...

Nick made his way back to the Security Office and sat there watching some monitors, trying to ignore the alarm that was going on endlessly outside the room. Suddenly he cought a glimps of a slig somewhere on one of the cam's. As he looked closer, he noticed it was Stivik, and also noticed he was somewhere at the back of the stockyards.

Nick: What the hell is he doing way out there... it's dangerous!

He grabs a nearby radio and turns it on.

Nick: Stavik! Come in! What the hell do you think you're doing?!