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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 1, 2010 20:57:08 GMT -5
This is the story of Jack Pliskins infamous BIO-HAZARD recon mission
The jet engines roared in his ears as the flashing red light in the plane spun round and round. He was alone again... it was probably for the best people only slowed him down and why get people killed unnecessarily? "Pliskin... its time" the voice on his radio spoke hesitantly. He grunted and slid the gas mask on over his face and stood he turned and watched the door of the plane open giving him full view of the pink cloudy evening. This wasn't his first HALO jump but he never forgot the moment he jumped off the plane looking down at the fiery hellish city he could see people running and screaming for help but there would be no help... this was a government confined area. strictly for testing that was all he was told. that and get the computer chip back to his commander undamaged. he flipped once,twice once the third flip was over he knew it was time to release the chute he pulled and cursed in surprise when the cord came loose from the pack and nothing happened he reached for his knife and tore into the chute pack releasing it and the last thing he saw before landing were glass shards as he crashed through the laboratory window...
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Jan 6, 2010 16:44:28 GMT -5
The lights flickered as the infected came near he could hear there moans through the parachute as he stood and it slid off him he unsheathed his tactical knife and ran to the infected running at him they were red as blood and there claws and teeth shined with blood. he brought up his foot up and close lined the first one and slammed his knife into its skull. he jumped back barley dodgeing the razor sharp claws he blocked another swing with his arms sparks flew as the claws connected with the thin metal plating on his forearms he planted a haymaker into its face then an uppercut and grabbed the sides of its head and twisted hard snapping its neck. He pulled the knife out of the first infected and unholstered his pistol and trudged through sparks into war... the only thing he knew.
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Mar 9, 2010 12:16:20 GMT -5
his boots made next to no noise as he walked down the metal pathway he pointed his hangun down a turn in the hallway he fired three shots into two more of the crimson things and as one hit its head blood splattered onto the lenses of his gasmask. he stepped over the bodies as the blood from the ran paths around his boots he walked to the end of the hallway into the elevator and hit the button to take him down below. as the he heard the slide of the elevators he leaned against the wall he could almost feel the dark rings under his eyes. he slid off the gas mask and slid it into the pack on the back of his waist leaving his balaclava on. he stood up just before the elevator doors opened and stepped out. he had to find the control room... he ran down the hall it ended in to paths. left and right. he was stopped by the sound of tearing metal he felt the floor give beneath him and rolled to the left he saw the dents and tears in the floor erupt toward him. he turned and ran he looked at the electronic door its lock signal glared red. he unholstered his pistol and shot the small window on the door he jumped and stepped off the newly formed hole and grabbed the pipes in the ceiling. he pulled himself up into the bundle of pipes and looked down into the open pathway in the floor. he pulled out his tar 21 and dropped into the tunnel leading under the door. he crouched to get under the door and pointed to the tunnel that still left the floor intact he fired three rounds into the tunnel and jumped onto the floor above it he ran and before he could leap into the next hallway leading the the control room the ground collapsed beneath him sending him falling down into one of the creatures many dark tunnels...
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