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Post by .Merios on Aug 12, 2010 11:46:09 GMT -5
Matthew let the rifle fall to his side as they moved through the mined hallway with a flash bang. As quickly as the event started, it was over in a flash- no pun intended. They were trekking across an auditorium/gym and by the sound of it, someone forgot to wear boots. He kept pace, moving to the door once Aya pointed it out. Tyson went out the door and slid into the fountain with a thud. Matthew was next, slinking out the door and moving forward to the fountain, dropping forward onto his shoulder as he landed inches from the wall of the fountain, his upper back smacking the brick. He pulled himself up the wall a little, moving his head up and looking over.
"One at nine o' clock, the other at quarter 'til four," he said, speaking low and with purpose.
There weren't any other men on the street- at least not in their vicinity. He looked to Tyson and nodded as he moved over his body, sliding past him and sitting against the other side of the fountain now. He looked back over- the guard in the morning was still at his position. Matthew reached down to the ground and wrapped his hands around a piece of rubble. He looked to the right and down the street, past the gymnasium they just left. He launched the piece of rock, sending it soaring down the road. It smacked a dumpster with a loud bang and sequential thuds.
The two men quickly moved to investigate, one passed Matthew and the fountain. Matthew quickly took this opportunity to stand and quickly shift forward, wrapping his right arm around the merc's neck and his left underneath the merc's left arm. Matthew's right leg reached between the soldier's legs and swept the right leg out, making the man lean backwards and Matthew squeezed, letting gravity do the work as the merc fell limp in his arms. Within seconds, the man's partner turned around before Matthew had a chance to drop the body. Without a word, the Mercenary opened fired with what looked like an M-16.
Matthew's blood boiled with the anger that was building up in his veins. He quickly lifted the soldier's body to cover his own, he could hear each bullet smacking the body armor and flesh of the merc he had incapacitated. He heard the sweet sounds of reloading and quickly let go of the soldier, charging after the soldier who had fired. Matthew's vision blurred for a moment and he charged full on into the man, the merc stumbled back a few steps and Matthew brought his right knee into the soldier's stomach- with the power behind the knee, he could feel the body armor crunching around his kneecap. The merc doubled over and bent down, holding his stomach. Matthew bounced on his feet a few inches into the air and brought his right fist up and down hard against the back of the soldier's head with a heavy vertical haymaker.
The solder's head snapped downward and his body followed- the merc crumpled onto the ground and stayed there- he couldn't even see the man's chest rising and falling from breath. He turned towards Aya and Tyson, not sure if they would have used this time to move or watch- maybe there were others? Matthew couldn't tell, from his position all he could see was the side of the gymnasium and the windows of the building they were going into. Matthew walked a few feet towards his two team members, his breathing rapid and his pupils had flattened and turned into vertical slits with a sickened hue of yellow.
"It's.. Clear," he said, looking down and bringing his right hand to his chest and wrapping his hands around the grip of one of his two Cougar .40's. He pulled it from it's velcro housing and held it gingerly in his right hand, moving his thumb up to the safety and sliding it off. The suppressor on the weapon made the gun almost twice it's original length, but it didn't take up much room on his torso, which meant the gun's twin and the tranquilizer still fit pretty well.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 12, 2010 13:51:38 GMT -5
“See, this is a lot simpler than I thought. I thought college was hard.” Rolling her eyes, she had stopped in her tracks to retort, "There is no way you could juxtapose an educational institute with a military compound!" Aya's hands moving to her hips, feet shifting; her shoes... probably making her modestly serious reaction seem comical, "It doesn't even take common sense, all you need is a sense of direction and..." she brandished her hands as if to shoo away the issue, "Huzzah," struggling to snatch an appropriate word in a dying sense of vocabulary, the rest mumbled under her breath, "Had to navigate Umbrella compounds with nothing but three consonants and a vowel for Christ's sake," continuing across the court. Convinced bearable bearings had been established by her two counterparts, Aya let Ty and Matt take lead while she picked up the menial, yet very much enjoyable task, of covering flanks. Sporting centre behind them now. The sound of water falling filled her ears, cold stone touching her back; a fountain. "One at nine o' clock, the other at quarter 'til four," Chancing a glance, 'Seen' utilizing her peripheral vision to tag both of them. The pale girl didn't bother firing off a command, Matt and Tyson could engage them; she still fumed a little about the navigation debacle. Of course, she didn't complain about taking point; she just didn't like excuses, 'Excuses, excuses,' besides, they could probably take a soldier down each. Matt with the guy at 9, Ty with the other at 4 or- ...Or Matthew could go ahead and eviscerate one of them. There was a twitch in Aya's trigger finger as the second primed to fire, both her and Tyson likely running on instinct to react before Matthew could soak up bullets, 'Whole new meaning of human shield,' he dropped the first soldier he had aquired the cover from and proceeded to knee the second in the diaphragm, that alone solely lifting him a good foot off the ground; then as he wrestled for air helplessly, Matt finished the execution. A smile was on the Ivory girl's face, all she could think of was, 'Oh, I wonder how Ty is going to one up that,' straight away she imagined the two daring each other to do better, just needed a little creativity. It also proved Matthew was no stranger to a little wetwork. Something grabbed her though; the battlefield camaraderie vanishing as a lasoo constricted her attention, tugging hard. Everything up to that point had seemed reasonable. "It's.. Clear," Matthew's pupils had just done jumping jacks, Aya stared at them like spotting a mole on a chin. There was no mistaking it, well... Aya mastered in Human Psychology. A change in dilation that radical, albeit a small facet of behavior, was like someone shining a flashlight in your face while shouting 'Can you hear me now?' over and over again, 'Facinating,' there was no mistaking something of that caliber to be abnormal, 'You could find out right now, easily,' perhaps too easily, 'Maybe I've finally found a reasonable subject of research,' coins already dropped in her head, 'Dilation occurred after extremists were disposed. Perhaps a reaction to calmed brain patterns, relaxed composure,' but now she was overreacting, or over-acting; either effective in description of her dumbfound stare. Aya bashed her eyes in thought and turned towards the administration building, shrugging off any attempts from them as to what her issue was. Maybe it was all in her head, grand assumptions from impressions; needed more data. It had already built up a little, however, with the evidence back in New Orleans, "Oh yeah, admin is a cesspool," she replied from brief reconnaisance, "Mass amount of creeps all debating who's going to take command of the crew," sitting at the brick wall under the window, her lips curled at the fragility, "Huddled in at the reception desk. A couple are moving around, either on alert of anxious. We'd need to check through a couple more windows to make sure there aren't more patrolling about, but..." she raised to a kneel while slipping a magazine out of its pouch, "If they are that broken, then anyone else in the building is just gonna flee if they think the PMC's have finally cut into their defense," checking the currently loaded mag, '4 rds left,' before pouching it, "I reckon we d*ck'em, quick, before they can even think of retaliating. All while passing on through," she slapped the fresh mag in and released the slide. "Anyone who objects shouts the house once we get back," Aya's hand wrapped around the pistol grip of the M16, from the second soldier Matthew had removed; he had finished the reloading process, just hadn't chambered a round. Aya figured it was okay to let it have its 30 5.56's of fun; she wasn't leaving any other options anyway. It was quick, it was bloody, and it benefitted the good guys. The administration buildings sliding doors opened remotely, Aya had to shove them to make entering a little less of a chore. Albeit the obstacle, the extremists in the stretch of room where still simply lifting their heads to see if it was anyone interesting who had entered, 'I'm sure as hell interesting' 100 metres of carnage, Aya wanted to get Scarface about it but chose to be economical with her bullets; spending one or two rounds into each target which fell into the M16's ironsights. It was one of those moments.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 13, 2010 19:20:46 GMT -5
Tyson stayed silent against Aya’s tirade, knowing that if he kept going she would as well until she had won. Or she would go the ‘mature’ way and end it, making him look like the child of the group. Sheesh… There was no winning either way.
He’d been lined up on one of the targets Matt pointed out, ready for a quick triple tap to the chest, his rifle set to three round burst fire, when he saw Matt doing something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, saw the rock sail through the air toward the dumpster, and ducked down as best he could to avoid being seen. The Collateral dicks made their way over, and in the time it took Tyson to switch to full auto and aim, Matt took off. Again, Tyson aborted the shot, and watched while Matt took out the men in hand to hand combat. The first kill wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Matt ending up breaking the mans neck after disarming him by making him fall to the ground at a bad angle. Ok, sure. Just proved that Matt knew what he was doing.
The second one… The knee could go either way. To make a man in full body armor double over in pain with a knee to the stomach… Unlikely, but ok. The punch that he delivered… That was something else. He had somehow been able to cause enough damage to the skull through the mans helmet that he went down and didn’t get back up again. Something was… up. The icing on the cake came when Matt walked back, his eyes… Tyson blinked for a moment, flipping the mask up and making sure he was seeing right. The eyes had gone from their normal shape and color, to yellow slits. Tyson was far from aiming his weapon at Matt, but it was a bit of a shock. Another person, like Aya, an infected person with no kind of negative effect, it looked like. Matt had seemed perfectly normal before now…
He looked over at Aya, the look on her face telling him she had seen it too. He wasn’t crazy, at least not ‘seeing things’ crazy. She snapped out of it, continued moving, and he followed her. He held position near some benches as she went out to recon the area a bit, coming back to report. He smirked. Finally… His kind of situation. Big bunch of dick wads, enclosed space. Element of surprise even. All the makings of a killing field.
They entered, Tyson shoving the door open a bit wider to accommodate his mass, and gazed at the area for a moment. A football field sized area, bunch of people waiting to be killed. Good… He was getting tired of hauling all this ammo around.
He did what Aya wanted to do, aimed his rifle and flipped it to full auto before the stock was against his shoulder. He held down the trigger, marveling at how easy it was to stay on target with this weapon on full auto as opposed to the one he had used for all those years. He found he had some actual accuracy when unloading the magazine, watching a group of four or five people bunched up fall to the ground in a long burst of 5.7mm rounds.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 13, 2010 21:14:09 GMT -5
Matthew brought the gun around to his front and held it in both hands, sidestepping to the door after Aya and Tyson were already there. The door automatically slid open and Matthew quickly moved to press himself up against the side of the building as Aya stepped in with her weapon with Tyson at her heels. He didn't need to turn his head around to see what was happening when he heard the gun fire inches away from him. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, focusing on the air going in and out of his lungs. He didn't need to step in- his weapon wouldn't do any good when two heavily armed, trained killers were making short work of the massive mess hall.
After the shooting stopped, he let out a long exhale, leaning around the corner and looking past Aya and Tyson. The sheer number of the bodies astounded him- he hadn't seen so many human dead corpses since Flight 78 to Denver crashed. He pushed away from the door and peeked in to get a better look. He stepped back against his better judgement and shrugged, slipping his pistol back into it's holster on his chest and fastening the velcro. He shouldered past the two, breaching the doorway and stepping onto the tile of the room. There was already a body a few feet from his right foot, writhing in place. He paid it no mind and stepped past, knowing it wasn't undead and wasn't planning on biting his foot off as he moved over the extremist's torso.
"Where to?" He said, turning his head back to the two assailants he was traveling with, "Seeing as this probably attracted some attention.."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 14, 2010 8:30:10 GMT -5
Glorious. The red carpet they marched down seemed appropriate for the bullet storm constantly unloading in all directions. Aya found that Tyson was stealing a lot of her kills, resorting to snapshotting or checking which direction he faced before firing a shot. It was obvious the extremists at the end of the reception would be active, stepping up to the challenge-duo-locomotive charging towards them. White heat punched her in the shoulder, a powerful round cutting through her shoulder blade; Aya grunted trying to keep up with her kill count. At the end she put her finger up to interject, "Before you say anything - you may have killed more than me, but my hit ratio was perfect," Aya had really wanted to get Scarface about it, but there was no standing up against Tyson's ammo-metre. It was only about halfway into the carnage that she realised it had turned into a game for the two of them, Matthew had pulled out entirely; two close combat knockouts most likely being enough for his plate. In reality Aya was keen to see whether he would impress any further. Discarding the M16. If it could talk it surely would have said it was fun. "Where to? Seeing as this probably attracted some attention.." Matt passed them, Aya pulled on the harness over her shoulders for comfort, "I wouldn't have suggested this if it did. It's a shortcut believe it or not," a clatter of aluminium and plastic rattled from a pile of dead bodies, Aya drawing her Browning and blasting a shot into the wounded extremist, "28," one most likely caught in Tyson's hail, "I'll count that one as mine," tucking her sidearm back. "We'll pop out onto East Harmon Avenue," she pointed beyond the opposite administration wall where the carpark was, "Follow that West and take a right down Paradise Road, ride that all the way to Sands Avenue," looking to her two counterparts, "Now it's called Sands for a reason, heading towards the Sands Convention Centre. From the map earlier you should both know that the Convention Centre is diagonally opposite the country club, which means Sands Avenue runs parallel with the Southern edge of it. That's just a bit close to the rear of the enemy lines. It's not just getting their attention I'm worried about, but the PMCs firing in our direction as well," Scratching her brow, "Instead we'll cut through the At&T store on the South side of the avenue, well behind Collateral, and then cut through the multi-story parking lot next to that," smiling and looking to Tyson, "We need to search the parking lot for caches they might have. If we find anything, we level the entire place," her closed to open hand indicating an explosion, "Then, if Collateral aren't using the railway above the city streets to their advantage, we'll exploit it as a means to reach the second multi-story-distraction-explosion-spot," her hand went to her chin, "I think that's everything," Matthew probably hadn't asked for her whole course plotting but she could feign ignorance on that behalf, "We can decide whether to help out at the country club or spear tackle the convention centre straight away, see what they're hiding," she slapped her thigh, eager to triumph the battlefield. Before moving for the opposite entrance Aya remembered to mention one last subject, "Oh, we will be passing a potential hotspot while moving up Paradise Road. Hiss if you spot any sign of heavy forces. We won't stand a chance against multiple EBR soldiers," The commander continued down the red carpet; pools of the same colour merged with it creating a rather articulate web out from the centre. Dead bodies lay to the left and right all the way up to the parking entrance of the administration building. The entire picture made Aya feel invincible.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 16, 2010 2:00:24 GMT -5
“Ya, we’ll show the bad guys your high marks and hope they quake in fear.” Tyson said. It didn’t matter what his accuracy was, he was sitting on forty six kills by his count. Odds were he’d gotten more, but that was all he had been able to catch with his eyes as he sprayed rounds out into the crowd of men.
He pulled the magazine off of the AR57 and slid a new one out of the magazine slot on his chest plate, slipping it in and racking the action on the weapon. He’d had to stop to reload during the fight, two times. A hundred and fifty rounds out in a firefight, forty six kills. If his GED math skills served him right, that was about three rounds per target, with a few remaining. His accuracy wasn’t as off as he had thought. The better control he got with this rifle was paying off well.
He looked over when he heard the gunshot, saw Aya put her pistol back in its holster. “Still wont help.” He said with a smirk. She let her count be known, and he smirked. “Forty six.” He told her. He silently tried to recall how many people he’d killed on the way there, couldn’t remember. Odds were he’d be closing in on a hundred with that group, but he could see how it wouldn’t be counted as fair. He’d been using the fifty on top, not his own gun. Seemed like a good idea to start their contest on foot.
“Lot of track to go, think you can catch up?” He asked her. She began laying out the plan, their course, their stops and detours, and he had to let out a laugh when she told him they’d be stopping to look for cache’s to blow up. “Finally.” He said, rolling his shoulder quickly and bouncing the bag a bit. “This things getting heavy.” He suddenly stopped, unzipped the bag and took a few magazines out of it for his weapon. He slid them into the slots while he had time. It’d be a lot quicker to reload from the vest than the bag. Closing it back up, he listened to the rest of her plan.
“Well, it’d sure be fun.” He said, referring to the EBR’s she mentioned. It took him a moment to place the nickname to the f**kers who had destroyed the gunshot while they were in it. He followed after Aya, stepping through a large and growing pool of blood. A door at the end of the red carpet called out to him. Golden rule of navigation, the quickest way to any point is a straight line. Straight ahead, seemed like they’d hit a back door sooner or later and get the f**k out of here, on the way to do some real damage, not the Mickey Mouse bulls*** they’d just finished.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 16, 2010 13:19:32 GMT -5
Matthew nodded, looking at Tyson as he and Aya counted off kills. Matthew grimaced and moved past the dead bodies, walking towards the door at the far end. He stepped up to it and placed both of his gloves hands onto the metal, pressing his right ear to it. He heard nothing. He backed up and pressed up against the stage left of the door and reached over with his left hand to the door knob. He turned it and pulled it open. He waited for a hail of bullets but it never came. He moved away from his position and walked in front of the door way, taking a good look down what was a hall that branched out in four directions with a large double-door that lead outside. He turned to the others and then back to the door, swinging his MP5 around and shouldering it, placing the eyepiece of his right eye and flipping on the thermal.
Nothing. That was odd- he could have swore they would have booby-trapped an exterior hallway like this. He flipped the switch to IR and looked through it, noticing beams running horizontal down the hallway- they weren't moving, but it still didn't look good. He let it drop and turned back to the two, stepping aside.
"Munitions must be close, they've got some high tech security.." He pointed his hand to the hallway and moved it left and right as he spoke. "IR beams along the hallway, every five feet. Height ranges from two feet to six feet the further you go."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 16, 2010 23:28:35 GMT -5
"Really?" Aya's perplexed voice rising in pitch, 'Seems a little unrealistic for them to have a cache and not exploit it. Seconds ago these guys were debating either fight or flight. Not to mention it's too close to the front lines,' she backed away from another entrance and joined Matthew at the doorway, snatching his MP5 out of disbelief and utilizing the infrared spectrum, "Peculiar," handing it back.
A part of her just wanted to throw a book down and sever the connection, find out what sort of trap they were dealing with. 'What sort of trap' could end up being 'whole building rigged' though, leaving that option out of the equation. Aya grumbled, 'There's no way anything important could be held back there,' but she dropped her Springfield and snapped off her belt none the less, "Give me one minute," she double checked her sidearm was strapped tight, "If it's anything significant I'll get you to toss me a brick of C4, otherwise I'll just find a way to turn off the sensors,"
Steadying herself, pretending the sensors were fresh in her mind. Lenses behind Aya's iris flicking like a camera shutter, her yellow apertures adjusting. FoV switching to Redeye. She had only practiced her flexibility on relatively taut red strings in the past, the only consequence of that was getting into a serious tangle. The girl could laugh about it later if the IRS was connected to anything trivial.
Starting gun fired. Aya took a running start for the first set of three, wall running over them, following through into a roll under the next waist high group. It was the last bunch of sensors which would prove most problematic; four all lined up vertically, with adequate spacing at least. Aya had to time it perfectly, pushing out of her roll with her right hand and passing through the field.
"Good to see I haven't lost my touch," pulling on the sleeve of her shirt, "It's easier when they aren't moving, though," Aya held out her index finger, indicating 'one minute'. They had an important date, and weapons of mass distractions this early on threatened any form of schedule Aya might have set up in her spatial Excel sheet. One minute to look for anything modestly threatening, after that they would get on their way.
It wasn't a working shock weapon, unfortunately, but Aya couldn't help have a lightbulb pop over her head at the sight of the armor, 'Seems only certain people have the capability to use the armor,' looking down at a mangled body and then up at the a clad, soldierless armor, 'I suppose that's a good thing. It means they can't make an army of these guys... maybe they were debating on who would suit up next,' she knelt beside the body, touching a portion of the mans upper arm. Just the slightest disturbance caused the fabric and flesh to fall away from the bone, "Jesus," it reminded Aya of overcooked silverside, which was something she quite enjoyed, only this made her feel ill.
'I'll just take this from you, buddy,' gently removing the departed extremists headset, the whole left side of his face falling off of the skull, "Wonderful," wiping the earpiece of any residue, buffing out any scuffs. Her radio had been back on her belt, this would help her contact Tyson; not to mention make a decent replacement, "I haven't found any weapons," thinking of just how useful an EBR would be right now, "At least I don't think there's any around here. I have found something a little more interesting though,"
It hadn't occurred to her when Tyson didn't have his armor on; now it made perfect sense. Using her Redeye she was able to follow where the stream of heat was emitting from to feed the sensors, covered by a pile of boxes. It had been haphazardly screwed to the wall, makeshift, certainly not meant to be a permanent setup. She flicked the metal case open and twisted the pivot plug, radiation for the beams cutting out. Another wire ran from the case out of the room and down the corridor; likely the consequence she had been thinking of earlier, "It's off. If either of you could grab my equipment on your way,"
Her attention was on the armor now, a behemoth of a space suit resting on its rack, 'The extremists must have been really happy with their gear. It has all of the signs of a prototype though. Far too bulky, not to mention ugly,' she felt around the area of the helmet, 'Now would be a good time to see how these suits work,' she had been looking for a switch to open the shell up, instead touch itself seemed to crack it open; Aya pulled her arm away when steam suddenly spewed out from the cracks and it opened for her, "Must be more technical than I previously thought," looking for where the CPU might be, "If it opens from touch on the outside though-"
They were prisoners. Whoever entered a suit would not be coming back out, not unless the shell was torn open by force. Aya looked down the neck and spotted several pins from the inside of the suit, "This is borderline sadistic," tubes ran along the inside to the needles, 'Supply of nutrients to keep the person alive. Did they even bother to try and engineer beyond this point?'
Hands on her hips and looking at the armor as a whole, "They're made to be near invincible," she spoke once Matthew and Tyson entered, "An almost impenetrable hull. No concern for the life inside. Operation is inhumane. Whoever decided this was a good idea clearly thinks very little of the human race," she smiled uncomfortably, looking to the floor; irony being, that was someone much like her.
Shaking it off, "I was thinking of connecting this armor to yours, Tyson. Unfortunately how it works could kill you," pointing at the body on the floor, "And I'm not going to take that chance," she touched the greave of the armor, popping open to accept a leg. Aya brought her foot up and gave it a gentle shunt, snapping it from its hinges, "I've got my theory-" she started, picking the plate up. The inside was soft, prodding it indicated as much, "-Yep. Cool. Very cool," she unsheathed her interceptor and started to separate it from the plate, "The outside is standard armor, maybe more accustom for a tank but ye'typical none the less. It's what's on the inside that counts,"
Throwing the weave to the floor, "Cover your nuts," she drew her Browning and fired a shot at it. Caught without a problem, it them shook violently and threw it back out, spacking into the wall plaster. Unlike the other faces in the room, Aya was beaming, "Absolutely amazing!" kneeling down and grabbing it, "I really... really want to analyze this stuff," twisting and distorting it, "I mean think about it. Actual weave that can catch and redirect mass at alarming speeds!"
She cleared her throat. Tyson was probably politely yawning through his nose as not to insult her, "Anyway," sheathing her blade, "As I said, the armor was made to be near impenetrable. The wearer being unkillable," gesturing at the man behind the mask, "We already have that of course, but I was thinking if you put this stuff either on or behind your armor, Ty, you'd inherit the ballistic properties," pulling on the corner of her mouth, some reassurance seemed necessary, "Without ending up like that," pointing at the body, "It'd be a massive bonus not just against bullets but the EBR's the other guys are carrying around. If they are unaffected by their own weapons then you'd likely stay welded to the ground as much as them," smiling a graceful thought, "Then get me a laboratory once we're out of here and I'll find a way to integrate it to your armor entirely," pulling the fabric back up to her eyes and inspecting it again, "Right after I found out how it's made,"
The slab of weave flew in Tyson's direction, "Slip it on. If you feel any... 'milky' sensations pull it out immediately. I have a feeling with your mesomorphic build you'd be one of the few who remain safe behind it," she stepped over the dead body, "Matt, help me with gutting the rest of this thing," touching the torso, she wanted the chestplate most out of everything, "See if you can find where the CPU is housed too while yer at it,"
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Post by Mikey on Aug 17, 2010 1:29:34 GMT -5
Tyson had snatched up Aya’s rifle and her belt, holding all in one hand as he watched her pull some moves out of the Matrix to get down the hall without tripping any of the lasers. “Showoff.” He said with a smile on his face. Silently wishing he could do something like that, he watched her get across and stand up, seemingly no effort involved. She gave them the ‘just a minute’ signal, and he stood there. It seemed like longer than a minute when his radio finally chirped. He needed a goddamn watch. Looking down to her belt, he saw her radio still attached. Shrugging, figuring it only meant she found something of interest down there, he started walking with a bit of apprehension. His foot passed through where one of the beams should have been, and he hesitated for just a second. He hated booby traps…
Rounding the corner, Tyson stopped when he saw the room. A few things stood out. The primary being the suit of armor worn by the enemy, giving the PMC’s so much trouble. It was empty, he could see that by the bit she had opened somehow. And then, the man on the ground, flesh cooked off bone. Reminded him of a slow roasted chicken, cooked perfectly. Little garlic, lemon pepper, side of potatoes… Dammit to hell. Food again.
“I wouldn’t doubt it, given what they broadcasted over on the air.” He said, remembering the video that had seen. They already knew they were going against some pretty f**ked up individuals. This was just icing on the cake. Didn’t surprise him in the inhumane way, but the fact that the people who entered these suits being more prisoners than enemies. That was quite interesting…
“Thanks for the concern.” He said, lifting his mask to get a better look at things. She cut out the inner layer, and tossed it. He flipped his mask back down and put a forearm up to shield the eye holes of the mask. That was the last thing he needed, friendly fire in the goddamn eye. He heard the gunshot, heard the round crack into the wall a second or two later. He looked at the material on the ground… And it was fine. Wow… Contrary to her assumption, Tyson was very much interested in this stuff. Tank type armor on the inside, but the kicker was the crap that looked like foam padding. Now he’d seen it all. And here in a few moments, he’d have worn it all.
Tyson wanted to say something, but he was speechless. What could he say to this? They’d already know he was happy. Aya would, at least. The possibilities were endless. He caught the piece she tossed to him, and looked at it. A leg sleeve, it looked like. He began by putting his weapon down. He then unbuckled the straps that held the upper half onto the lower. He then let down the legs and took a seat on a nearby table. He slipped it on over his pants and boot, a tight fit. He kept his fingers hooked at the end, ready to rip it off if he felt something ‘milky’, as Aya had put it. He had no idea what a milky feeling was, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t good. It sat on his leg, and he continued to feel nothing. Interesting. He moved his fingers out of the top, and adjusted it a bit. It spanned the entire length of his ankle up to his torso. He stood up and looked over at Aya and Matt as they gutted more of the suit out.
“So… Should we try it out?” He asked. A different test than they had just done. He wanted to know what kind of impact got through.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 17, 2010 14:34:52 GMT -5
Tyson was trying on the leg plates, Aya was gutting the suit and Matthew was busy removing any unnecessary bits of needles or tubes along the inside. It was a heavy suit- more built for a turtle rather than a human. He reached down to his right ankle and pulled out his knife, unsheathing the ceramic blade and twirling it forward in his right hand to get a better grip. Aya held up the suit.
"See if you can find where the CPU is housed too while yer at it."
Matthew nodded and slid his knife into a padded section near the inside back of the housing. He cut a swath of fabric in the shape of a square, peeling off the polyester and showing what looked like a small LCD screen and several wires running from the unit to the rest of the suit. He knew well enough that cutting any wires would probably sever the use of the suit. He looked to Aya, moving his knife back and couching down, rolling back onto his heels.
"Found it. Looks like it's required for the suit to work."
Matthew took in the torso part as a whole, noticing the jagged edge that the lower part was torn from it, shrugging. Different CPU units for different parts of the suit, he guessed. He straightened up, leaning down and sheathing his white-bladed knife into it's ankle sheath. He looked to Tyson, raising his eyebrow at the leg plates- they didn't exactly fit with the color of his original suit, but it wasn't color coordination that mattered.
"Hopefully we may be able to find a more advanced version, something a little less.. Monstrous."
He perked his ears a bit- footsteps. Hurried footsteps in the distance started getting closer and closer. Although he wasn't sure of a direction, he knew that within a few minutes they would have to deal with whoever or whatever it was. Matthew brought his MP5 around to his front and grasped the grip, sliding his index finger over the trigger and shouldering it, not quite lifting the sights yet.
"If you're going to take it, hurry up. We've got maybe four minutes before we meet some new friends."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 18, 2010 5:51:23 GMT -5
Matthew reported finding the CPU as Aya threw the chestplate to Tyson; she looked over, "Nice one," returning to the gutting, tearing out some shoulder bracers, "We can assume it's in the same place for every suit. .50 sharpshooters have a weakspot to gun for now," she ripped the remaining weave out with her hands and tossed them in Tyson's direction, "It isn't a weapon cache, but it certainly makes up for the lack of one," she pushed past Matthew and reached in to the rear end of suit. "Hopefully we may be able to find a more advanced version, something a little less.. Monstrous." Her hands latched on to the primary CPU and tore it out, "Trust me, when I get this sorted-" finding a spot to hook it onto her harness, "I'll have it looking like a masterpiece. One which will keep the wearer intact, too," the girl had everything she wanted; Aya would grab a piece of the weave off Ty once the operation was over, "That's about it. I don't see them using this thing anymore," looking down at the vandalised suit while sheathing her intercepter, "Now all we need to do is-"“So… Should we try it out?” Slowly turning in the direction of the magnet beefed walking battle tank. Tyson's tone made it sound like a dummy run, only with a little more friendly fire than what Aya had in mind. Shaking it off, "Nothing like a quick little field test," cranking the bolt on her Springfield; she wasn't sure whether a 7.62 would punch through the armor he already had on, but if it did the amount of confidence placed in the magnet weave would be enough to squeeze the trigger. Matthew picked up on hostile pressence just before the rifle report, "I guess they aren't using the front door. Seventy plus soldiers dead must turn at least someone away," easing off, "Four minutes enough for a quick field test'n'run..." she threw the Springfield over her back, "But it'd make me feel better not having to shoot you myself. Seems we'll get realistic data now," moving over to the doorway and jabbing her thumb out, "Git. We'll be behind you all the way," the Brooklyn kid probably didn't realise just how much of a human shield he had made himself. Aya and Matthew had to remain concious of rebound from the armor, though. Something which stood out a lot from Ty's machine gun fire back in the humvee; the bullets ricocheted straight into their own force. A hazard, but a challenging variable for Aya to work on when engineering a better suit.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 18, 2010 14:30:05 GMT -5
Tyson took the last piece of the armor he was given, the chest, and slipped it on over his head. It was actually a nice fit. As large as the armor was, the smaller weaving on the inside just about fit his body dimensions. Covered near head to toe in the foam like weave, he got up and took just a moment to move around. It stretched just fine. Debating for a moment weather he should get into his own armor or go out in this armor, he began stepping into it when he heard a door open. Not one to panic, just picking up the pace, he got the lower half of the armor in place before he had to stop. Stop or be attacked from behind, anyway.
He put his mask back on and picked up his rifle, moving out into the hallway. Moment of truth, he thought. He moved straight out into the hall that Aya was stacking up beside, leading with his rifle. The men coming through were already visible, not expecting someone to come out and meet their ambush. Gunfire from both sides erupted, and Tyson wasn’t sure if he was being hit. He couldn’t feel impact, usually how he felt when he was wearing his armor. That or they were terrible shots.
Automatic gunfire ceased, Tyson out of ammo with his rifle. The remaining men, two of them, came out of cover as Tyson reached for the Desert Eagle at his side. Two shots tore through the first of the hostiles torso’s, random gunfire erupted from the other before Tyson gave him the same treatment. He held there for a moment, his weapon aimed at the mass of dead bodies. Tyson moved further out slowly, looking for any survivors.
“Clear.” He yelled out when he was certain everyone was no longer living, and he shot a glance back toward the door. “Damn…” He said, looking at all of the bullet holes. It looked as if the group had opened up with fire to try and hit the people standing on the other side of the doorway. Looking down at his chest, he saw that the weaving was fine, as was his body itself. He smirked and walked back into the room they had been hiding in. Putting his chest plate back into place, he snatched a magazine and reloaded his rifle with it.
“Ok, field test, green.” He said with a smile behind his mask. “We’ll deal with fifty cal’s as they come.” He said, silently wondering if the metal and Dragon Skin layer would either stop or slow down the rounds enough by the time they got to the weaving.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 19, 2010 23:22:50 GMT -5
After Tyson brought his rifle up, Matthew moved with Aya to an interior wall, pivoting and pressing his back up against the surface. Being a few feet away from her, he let his MP5 sling back down to his side and rest on his right hip. He couldn't see much from around the corner, most of the building seemed like a labyrinth compared to the low-profile Midwestern buildings he was used to. Matthew's train of thought was shattered by gun fire and he quickly tensed up, hearing bullets smack off of the walls, floor and ceiling of the hallway just feet away from him. From where he was standing, bits of debris from the bullets flaked off the walls, riddling the floor with what looked like tissue paper and white dust. After a few moments, he heard a few higher caliber rounds and finally silence. He waited breathlessly.
"Clear!"
He was relieved when he heard Tyson's voice. It sounded like an army tore through the hallway from the amount of gunfire erupting in such a small area. Matthew pushed away from the wall and stepped out into the hallway, his eyes scanning the environment, noticing the dead bodies and strewn weapons. He also took note of Tyson's original position and how there were zero bullet holes in the ceiling, floor or walls immediately surrounding the locale. He stepped up to the bodies, crouching down and observing one of the corpses. Reaching down with both hands, he gripped the body armor and lifted the soldier up relatively easily and flipped him over and let him drop.
Matthew searched through his pockets as Tyson spoke once more- he wasn't paying too much attention. He had a hunch. He pulled out a pack of foreign cigarettes and a cell phone. He looked at the cellphone for a moment then stuffed it in his right breast pocket and then searched the vest's pouches, finding what looked like a black box with a flashing green light in the center. He lifted it up and observed it, turning the plastic cube over in his hand, noticing an impression in the back- a button. He raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking over to Aya and Tyson and stopping short.
"I realize we should start moving, but I thought I'd bring this to your.. Attention."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 20, 2010 4:32:07 GMT -5
Marvelling at the sight of the hallway, "Very cool," the look of how intact Tyson's armor was made her raise an eyebrow, "Well that's bizarre. Very few rounds hit you. Even then they practically skimmed you," looking to where Ty had stood and measuring the validity of the bullet holes. They didn't ring true to the oncoming fire, however if Aya pretended each rounds path was curved halfway towards their target it made more sense, "Looks like when the weave is more exposed it changes the path of projectiles rather than just stopping them all together. Unlike having metal over the top where it reacts after the round punches through the barrier, scooting it back the way it came," she shrugged at the thought of using the stuff now, how dynamic it would be, "So really we won't want to be right behind you in oncoming fire,""I realize we should start moving, but I thought I'd bring this to your.. Attention." Taking the box from Matthew, "Where'd you find it?" looking up to ask, being directed over to the departed soldier, "Doesn't look important enough to be carrying anything of significance," she looked back to the box, 'Nothing to suggest it transmits radiowaves. Just this LED and button on the outside,' she turned and tossed it to Tyson without warning, "Use your lateral thinking to work out what it's for," turning on her heel, "Something simple looking is usually easier for a simple minded person to determine its context. I just want to find a way out of this lovely distraction,"Coming out of the East wing of the administration building, heading North; it looked as if the parking lot had been hit by some fighting as well. It had a sort of effect which was akin to a teacher telling their class to push all desks to the left and right side of the room. Crossing the open area felt ominous; the energy weapons had also stripped the white indicator lines from the bitumen, not to mention that itself had cracks and waves in it, 'Looks like a couple of those suits decided to give their weapons a test run,' it was a good example of the devestations that could be mustered; something for the three soldiers crossing it to reflect on. It was quiet now. Just how Aya predicted; things would become a little more silent once behind Collateral's lines. Any explosions in the distance sounded no more than a drone, the blast easily matched up with the flash it caused in the sky. There were some big flashes too, the disturbance vibrating through the ground. The Ivory commander would have gone as far to say that it looked serene, in her own way. While moving further out from the campus everything appeared to open up more, heading down East Harmon Avenue with a huge intramural sports field on one side of the road and a softball stadium on the other. Cover, or lack there of, was certainly becoming an issue. Heading the team, Aya maintained a jog making sure they moved at a quickened pace. There was too much room, even if they were cautious it wouldn't do them any good in a bullet brawl out. Problems arrived at their planned right turn, dead centre of the East Harmon Avenue and Paradise Road inersection. The huge guitar of a Hard Rock Cafe featured in one corner, European architecture of a Bavarian Hofbräuhaus restaraunt on the corner opposite; more parking and markets filled the other corners of the crossroads. Aya lead up to the Bavarian restaraunt, spotting movement from earlier; nothing else provided adequate cover for the three of them to see what was going on. Granted, that they actually wanted to see. Bound and gagged civilians had been round up, forced to kneel at the centre of the crossroads. Several dead bodies lay face down in the black, an example of what happened when you chose to run. Muffled crying. A dozen or more soldiers surrounded the 40+ civilians; some gloated; others were lost in their own conversation; most strikingly were the extremists dousing the people with gasoline. The pale girl flinched as one fired his rifle, killing another runner; casual laughter following. She may have been speechless, but her mind was racing, 'This is genocide,' all of the different people who sat in the crowd, they all looked different one way or another, 'Unmotivated genocide...' it was the sort of thing you imagined only happened in third world countries. Aya flinched again, but this time from her instinct of offering help. She had held herself back, not considering consequences, 'If we engage without planning there could be civilians caught in the crossfire,' biting her lip, 'They'll light them up fast if we take too long to sort ourselves out though,' juggling variables, trying to think of the best course of action; the one which dictated the least amount of people perishing. She looked back to her two team mates, mortified.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 20, 2010 6:11:41 GMT -5
“So wait, this s*** bends bullet paths too?” He asked, disbelief in his voice. He was just getting over the fact of this s*** spitting out bullets that hit it, now it was just turning them to the side as it was? Maybe that made more sense than the former. Magnetic waves, very powerful ones, could very well knock bullets off course. Did this s*** give off those kind of waves while not attracting every metal object for a mile? He got a mental picture of someone walking along in a suit of this s***, having an I-beam crush them when they walked by a skyscraper.
“Oh, thanks.” Tyson said when Aya spoke of simple problems being solved by simple minds. He caught the box with little problem, his left hand shooting out and snatching the box out of the air. He took a look at it. Small black box, button, green light. Odd. It didn’t look like a detonator, Tyson knew those well. Not a communicator, there was no place for sound to escape, no microphone. What the f**k was it? He found the seam where two pieces of plastic met and slid out his knife. He held it at the edge and thought for a moment… No, probably not a good idea. He wanted to push the button and see what happened, but their luck, it’d be a suicide device. Small bomb with zero delay, enough to vaporize a human being and not much else. Or it could be a distress beacon. Call a bunch more to the place. Ear piercing sound, bright as f**k LED. No, none of that fit, the light was already on. Odds were the button had been depressed already. That ruled out detonator for sure, in his mind. In the end he decided to slip it into a pouch and worry about it later. Maybe they’d find another, find someone who was using it at a lucky moment.
Aya and Matt were already moving out, Tyson had to jog out to catch up to them. Met with the sight of the broken ground, he knew he was going to find one of those magnetic rifles for himself. He’d take one of those f**kers out himself if it meant he got to turn their deadliest weapon against them. Not to mention, he was going to try and find a way to smuggle it out. He’d probably end up with a lot less luck, but at least he’d end up with a new suit of armor.
The made their way through the half destroyed city, stopping for nothing until they heard the… Sounds. Tyson didn’t want to believe he was hearing it, but the closer they got, the more the illusion was torn from him. He positioned himself close to Aya, peeking out over her head. The sight filled him with rage. The same kind he had felt back at the gun shop, the same thing that had driven him to attack a man who had destroyed the entire street by himself with a knife. Aya’s silence told him she was feeling the same, but her face only portrayed a mix of fear and disgust.
“Gimme that.” He said, holding his hand out for her rifle and holding his out for her to hold a moment. He moved around slightly, peering down the scope to get a better look at the situation. He saw a man, a pack of matches in his hand. He was the one they needed to take out. When the gunfire started, they’d be less occupied with the harmless civilians and more occupied with the people picking them off one by one.
He handed the rifle back to Aya and shouldered his own, flipping up the magnifier that was attached to his EOTech sight. “When you see him strike that match, you blow his f**king hand off.” Tyson said. He wouldn’t get the chance to use it to ignite the whole book, the single match would burn out on the way to the ground. Nothing short of a flame would set off the gas. Cigarettes and bullets were useless. “Matt, there.” He said, pointing to a wreck of a car in the middle of the street. He watched for a moment through his magnified sight and jerked his hand. “Go!” He let out in a sharp whisper. “Aya, up there.” He said, pointing to the roof. Ten feet up, a single story building. A cross fire with sniper support. He figured they had a minute, maybe two, estimating the time for the civilians to be doused and the a**holes doing it to get clear.
He looked away from the sight, noticing he hadn’t seen any movement in his peripheral vision. He looked at Aya. She looked like she was debating what to do, uncertain of something… Was she really? Was she really thinking of going and leaving this to happen? For what? To stay on some time table with General What’s-His-F**k back at the casino? If they had to walk away from the travesty that wash about to take place to accommodate that motherf**ker, Tyson would was his hands of the whole plan and go his own way.
He snapped out his hand, catching her in the shoulder and pushing her into the building with a thud.
“You get the f**k up there now!” He said in a normal tone, a yell to a whisper as it were. An order that she had no obligation, other than being a decent human being, to follow.
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