Phase Two (backdated to early this morning)

[rogue_crow]

[It's very early morning, before the Milkman has started making his rounds, and Zevran is already awake. He's got a number of preparations to make...]

(OOC Note: Following the events of this post, Zevran will be waking up droned the morning after for his arguably spoilery? canon update! He will be droned for 24 hours; people can do what they like

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[rogue_crow]

[Zevran heads down the hall to Cynric's room, knocking lightly on the door.] Time to wake up, my friend. [His voice is quite light, under the circumstances. He already tried rousing Yoruichi, but got no response at all, aside from a few items of increasing mass and velocity hurled at his head, so finally he gave up on her. Removing the others from the house is just a paranoid precaution, anyway...]

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[dodo_master]

[There's the rustle of... stuff in Cyn's room. His room is practically a storage room of things he's been collecting with a small path leading from the door to the bed. He opens the door, obviously woken up by Zevran's knock.]

Is it? At such an hour?

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[rogue_crow]

Well, not normally, no. But I did say I would ask you to leave before I tried anything dangerous, yes?

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[dodo_master]

[Rubbing his eyes, he gives you that look over a wrinkled nose again]

I think that if you're going to make me leave you should at least tell me what you're doing. And where am I supposed to go in the interim?

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[rogue_crow]

[Having seen to his housemates to what degree he can, Zevran has moved to the roof with his sniper rifle, and is currently settled on the side of it out of sight of the street, carefully checking to make sure the rifle is properly loaded and prepared. He's left the blades Olivier had made for him in his room, figuring that he'd have no chance to use them if it came to that - though he did bring his hunting knife just in case, currently tucked into his belt. He's not really nervous - even with the knowledge that he's probably going to die shortly; the way Sniper talked about the men in charge of Mayfield, it sounds as though he won't have any chance at all - just anticipatory. He's listening for the sound of a motor...]

[mayfield_mods]

[The Milkman makes his rounds, as he always has; as he always does; as he always will. There is milk to be delivered, and that is his job.

If he's noticed anything amiss as he parks the van and steps out, he doesn't show it.]

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran waits until he hears the van stop, then counts a few beats before he straightens up, smoothly bringing his rifle to bear. He aims - quickly, but not hurriedly - and fires. Twice in quick succession, with the second bullet being entirely for good measure.

He knows he should be thinking positively, and in his mind he's certainly visualizing successful hits, but in the pit of his gut, he's never truly believed this will work.]

[mayfield_mods]

[The bullets thud into the lawn behind where The Milkman had been standing.

Behind him on the roof, someone breathes.]