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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 27, 2008 12:02:01 GMT -5
The second he heard the slumping sound behind him he turned around. "ART!" He then began running his way down the hill at the send skidding on the sand that was moving beneath his feet. He instantly dropped to his knees and began examining her. "Don't worry, the Black Jack is on it's way and the doc will fix you up." After taking a quick look at her he noticed some deep cuts on her abdomen and side. He then proceeded to take off his jacked and shirt. "Don't worry. I know a-little bit about improvised first aid." He then wrapped his shirt around the bleeding areas before taking off his belt and wrapping it around her waist to keep it in place. He then looked over.
"Hey Nigel. Take this sword and cut them free." He said handing him one of Art's swords. He took it in both hands and nodded. Using both hands to strike at the rusted metal but one by one he released the captives. When he was done speaking with them he came back. "I think I'm going to stay with them until help arrives. I speak the language, know the culture and all this fighting is not for me. He then looked at Art. "I think I have some stuff that can help." He then took out a small first aid bag and handed her a few pills. Some pain killers and herbal remedeys. Usually bring them for the locals."
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Post by Reaper on Nov 27, 2008 12:36:46 GMT -5
Art smiled as she looked up at Nigle. "Thank you," she spoke lightly as she took them and used her own saliva to swallow the pills. She looked up at Seth and nodded slightly. "I was reckless," she said lightly as she closed her eyes in order to stop the spinning. She sighed a bit as she just laid there trying to at least ignore some of the pain until the painkillers started to work. "I guess no matter how much I suck at firing guns I'll keep my distance from creatures like that." She finally opened her eyes as she looked up at Seth and grinned slightly. "I'll be back up on my feet in no time. I just need rest . . . get this frickin spinning to stop and I'll be doing great."
She closed her eyes as she flinched slightly. Her hand reaching up to the side of his face as she traced the edge of his black eye. She laughed slightly as she opened her eyes again. "That's kinda funny. I never expected one of your own weapons to take you out of a fight. Now that I look back on it I want to laugh," she said with a slight grin. "But it did give you a different color to go with your complexion." Art smiled as she rested her hand on her stomach. "Just some rest, and I'll be ready to fight when we get to Cairo."
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Post by thegunny on Nov 30, 2008 0:19:38 GMT -5
Karl nods and feels that he has learned some things here that when they get back he can put to work. He was pretty d**n qualified for several things, and one of those things was to be a weapons specialist. Heck, he had the experience too--- he had been choosing what the loadouts would be for and loaning out firearms to the rest of the precinct back in Clarendon hills for years. He had kept them well armed for the tasks at hand, he saw to that, and with that he in his own way played a big part in his own opinion, to making sure the town stayed outbreak free for that whiel longer. He turned, checked his pistols again making sure they were armed, and followed the rest of the group.
That blackjack, I imagine its a plane or some kind of airial vehicle. I hope its got a bunker buster or laser guided bomb... I don't wanna have to go into that pyramid armed like this, truthfully.
He wished that ol Krylon his partner and the rest of the boys back at the precinct were with him now. Big time. He really, didn't wanna go into that pyramid like this.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 30, 2008 5:14:35 GMT -5
Quicksilver stayed near the group, acting as lookout. He would hear anything before anyone else, even before he could see whatever it was coming. He was now examining the small cuts and bruises that lined his body, the ones that he couldnt feel. He never felt real pain, but often did because it was in his mind. He had been conditioned to live a normal life the first 16 years of it through VR simulations, and it was always with him.
He heard them talking about a plane that was coming in with weapons and medical equipment, and he smirked a bit. First off he was going to get his gun back from Art. It was the only one he felt he would need. That left room for other things. Knives were in his mind right now. Large hunting knives that he was sure lined the walls of the cargo hold of the plane, along the big bore rifles and high caliber handguns. They didnt appeal to him as much as a foot long peice of metal with a sharp side.
He saw and heard the beetles, but he wasnt sure how much of a threat they were. He assumed they were harmless, because Nigel, who knew the area quite well, didnt react to them. They didnt look friendly, but they didnt appear to be coming toward them either. At least, they didnt appear to be. There were so many of them moving at random, it was hard to tell where they were going.
"How longs it gonna take your plane to get here?" Quicksilver asked Seth through his molotronic device.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 30, 2008 23:29:02 GMT -5
As Seth got back up the sound of propellers got even closer. "About that long." He said with a smile. Soon a large plane came over the horizon of the sand. It was about the size of a jumo jet. Strangley, when it was getting near it began to slow down. Just then the airplane did something odd. The large props started to tip upward until they were fully horizontal and the craft began hovering in mid-air. Then, slowly the aircraft lowered itself down about fifty yards away. "There she is" He said helping Art as he began to make his way to the aircraft. "It's straight from the airforce, they arn't even in mass production yet. When NADAS crashed my last one they hooked me up with this and it's been our home ever since." The cargo bay door soon lowered down and the doctor was quick to come to Art's aid. He then looked up. "If anyone else needs medical attention you can find me in the furthest cabin to the right." He then helped Art up into the plane and looked her over. "Oh, you got banged up pretty bad. What trouble has Seth gotten into this time? Does it hurt anywhere in particular?" Suddenly feeling responsible he sulked and looked back. "It's true...I tend to drag her into situations like this." After letting out a sigh he started pointing things out. "The left side is where the crew sleeps and where the guest room is. On the right is Art and my room, the shower room, medics office and armory. It is fully stocked with pistols, revolvers, semi-automatics, rifles, with rounds ranging from armor piercing to depleeted uranium." He then stopped himself realising he shouldn't have said it. "A slud for grenade launchers...technically we're not supposed to have them but...." He then looked around. "Let's just keep this between us okay?" He then gestured them to follow. "Come in and sit down. The lounde is on the far end of the ship near the cockpit."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 1, 2008 5:02:21 GMT -5
Art frowned a bit as she seen the look on Seth's face when the doctor had mentioned their trouble. Most of the time it was her own fault for getting hurt . . . it had rarely been because of Seth. Yet before she could say anything in retaliation she was pulled away. She brought her hand back up to her abdomen where the make shift bandage had already started bleeding threw, probably because she was standing up. "H- he doesn't g- get me into trouble," she said a bit winded. "I- It's because I'm reckless . . . h- he saves me a- a lot of t- times," she said with a weak laugh before she passed out.
The doctor nodded before he carried her into the medical room, and quickly got to work on her wounds. It wasn't even an hour later, and he had her all patched up. He carried her back to her room, and made sure she was comfortable before setting out to find Seth. He tapped him on the shoulder before nodding slightly. "She'll be fine. Back up on her feet in no time. Right now all she needs is rest. I put her back in your room for comfort, but when you two go back out make sure she doesn't tear her stitches. I have them pretty tight for such a large wound," he explained before he headed back toward the medical room to clean up.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 2, 2008 20:28:56 GMT -5
Karl waves politely at Seth, rejecting the gesture gently
Nahhh, thanks but no thanks man. I relax after missions my own way. I'll be in the armory.
Karl then waggered away in his drunkish clumsy way, sticking his hands in his tactical pants pockets. That spoke worlds enough about how calmed down he was now that he was out of the d**n desert. That didn't how ever, betray the fact that he had work on his mind as he made his way towards the armory, trying to get into the med bay for a few moments before the doctor politely turned him away, finally making his way to the armory, seeming to have a very bad sense of direction as he does so. The space might be small but the fact is he was paying very little attention to where he was going. He never did. He wasn't reading the signs to make sure the room was the right one. Instead, he was pondering ideas and theories in his head. When he stepped into the armory, he promptly checked out the materials he would need, then sat himself down at an available table and started disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling his two pistols, even maintaining to the best of his ability the special pistol he had. When he was finished, he re holstered them and then searched for a new rifle. He found, after some effort, a single Wilson custom combat rifle UT-15 and promptly checked it out. He then set about making sure it was properly maintained. Then he checked out a 4x red dot scope that he knew to be reliable and trust worthy enough to be zeroed correctly at the maximum of a couple shots. He would handle that when he got off the plane. Then he worked further--- gathering ammunition to use. He was able to find tungsten ammunition for his UT-15, and surprisingly extreme shock FHVL .308 ammunition for his Pachmayr M1911 dominator, appreciating the find. He had imagined that something like this ammunition would be the best option for taking these things down. He then set about finding something to use in his Kahr K9 and his special pistol. He unfortunately didn't have time to reload his ammunition. He searched through the ammunition available and got some 147 grain F.M.J ammunition for his 9mm's, hoping that they're penetration would help him get at the parasites inside. After finishing up to get prepared for another fight by restocking his gear, he then finished his work, sat down and relaxed in his chair leaning back in it at the table he worked at, and zoned out a bit.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 3, 2008 23:38:45 GMT -5
Quicksilver heard Seth list off the things in the armory, and sighed to himself when he heard that knives wernt on the list of things to be had. He figured there was no point in going to the armory then. But, the prospect of the lounge seemed like a good one. He nodded to Seth and walked past the group, looking into the med bay as he passed to see how Art was doing. She seemed in good enough shape at the moment.
He walked through the plane, checking for the lounge. It wasnt long before he found it. When he did, he smirked as he gazed upon a large stereo system. He smiled wider when he saw a large collection of CD's on a shelf. Walking foreward, he flipped through the cases until he found a good one. Megadeth.
Popping it into the disk tray, he heard the music flow through the room, and sat down in one of the chairs. This was how he relaxed. He made a mental note to get some kind of stereo for his room back on New Haven.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 4, 2008 18:15:05 GMT -5
As the plane took off Seth went into the armory and then came out again. He then approached Quick Silver with a map canister in his hand. "Normally I don't let anyone else touch this but I saw the look of dissapointment on your face when I listed off what I had in the armory." He then sighed and looked at him. "Now I'm trusting you to bring this back to me." Popping opren the canister he drew out the bamboo sheath of a katana sword. Taking the sword out it shined though the blade was jet black. "It's hand crafted folded black steel. The edges were carved with pin point percision using heat lazers. You can use it if you like but not to keep. It is one of my finest show pieces but I suppose I shouldnt keep it locked away forever. I don't use swords much except for my machette. I have some knives in my trophie room but they are for cerimonial use and I doubt you'll find them useful in combat." He then looked to his room. "Excuse me but I must look after Art." With that said he walked into the room and sat down next to the bed.
"My line of work seems to be murder on our relationship. I'm sorry but old habbits die hard. I'm a hunter and always will be." As Seth continued to converse with Art they soon entered the airspace over the city. They were flying low enough that the chaos could be seen from the windows. Fires had broken out and the lights of squad cars could be seen from overhead. Soon the pilot spoke out over the intercom.
"We will be landing at the airport in ten minutes. prepare for landing."
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Post by Reaper on Dec 6, 2008 21:27:39 GMT -5
Art smiled as she looked up at Seth. She reached up rather tiredly as she pulled him down into her embrace, practically causing him to lay beside her in the bed. She rested her head against him as she held him as tightly as her body would allow her. "You save my life many times, and for that I am grateful. Yet those aren't the reason I stay with you," she spoke lightly as she closed her eyes. "Love goes a long way, and for me if it comes to it I will follow you to the ends of the earth." Smiling tiredly as she looked up at him. Her hand trailing threw his hair, before kissing him on the cheek.
She just laid there savoring their time together. All she wanted was to stay close to him, and be held by him. Though that never happened out on the job, he was always a different person. Art knew that and she understood that. Still there were a lot of times that she look at him, and realize how much it hurt when he was more preoccupied with something else. Then there were times she couldn't stand it, and it always felt like her heart was breaking. To just stand there and watch him, he had even acted as if she wasn't even there. Those times she had just wanted to run away screaming.
Art held onto Seth as tightly as she could. Her eyes remained closed as a few tears broke free. "I'm sorry for being so reckless," she said lightly. "I know thats the reason I get hurt so much. It's because of me that I cause you so much pain, and I want to stop. Yet . . . yet a lot of times I feel it's the only way to even get you to notice me on these missions." Bitting her lip she sighed heavily as she just laid there wanting to be held by him. "Your always a different person when it comes to these, and I know hunting is your life. That's why I never stop you. It's just . . . it's just that you never really seem to notice me outside of being a partner during these missions. It . . . I don't know . . . it just feels like . . . like at times I don't even exist to you." Art sniffed as she fought back her tears, but quickly drifted to sleep as the medication was fully taking affect.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 10, 2008 3:43:16 GMT -5
Quicksilver froze and could only look at the blade as Seth held it. He held his hands when Seth offered it and held it limply, not really sure if he should be using a work of art like this. Even his swords, as refined as they were, were not as nice as this. He waved to Seth with his off hand when he left, still awe-struck at how beautiful the sword was.
He wrapped his fingers around the handle a bit tighter and assumed a fighting stance with it. He couldnt belive how light it was. Almost as if it didnt exist. Like it was a shadow. A very tangible shadow that could probably cleave through bone as if it were nothing. He sheathed it and attached it to his sash on the right side so as to be cross drawn in conjunction to his normal katana.
The music and sitting here was already starting to get boring. He supposed he could go bug Karl...
Making the small trek to the armory, he found Karl doing quite the same thing he had envisioned him doing. Sitting in a chair in front of his weapons and staring off into space. Quicksilver crept up quietly and bent close to Karl.
"Whatcha doin?" He asked sharply through the molotronic device.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 10, 2008 18:58:01 GMT -5
Karl sat there for a few seconds longer before he looked over his shoulder, not acknowledging Quicksilver for a moment, before pointing up at the ceiling ahead and above them
Watchin mold grow...
His face remained straight the whole time, not really seeming to think too much of his obviously mantra-like overused excuse of watching the mold growing on the ceiling for spacing out. The nearby discarded boxes formerly filled with ammunition showed that he'd gone to town with re-arming himself, along with the new rifle, numerous boxes that had formerly held magazines, and the quick glance over to see how tricked out yet strictly practical the UT-15 on the table was. He had no new flash bangs, how ever. He had stuck more magazines into where he would have stuck his flash bangs, and went over them again for good measure to make sure they would stay in place. After a few moments, he finally said borderline mono-tone
And... you?
Although it was definite he had gotten through the after-fatigue of the adrenaline wearing off and had gotten past the effects of the flash bang, it was also apparent he was still tired, and a bit out of it. Something to use as a stimulant wouldn't hurt, and surely something that wouldn't cause him to crash too soon. He didn't need to get wired but tired yet. Hell, he surely didn't need to get wired but tired now when the 10 minutes before landing may turn into an hour at the air port or very possibly into a 1-2 hour briefing and another hour of preparing to go out into the town in the airport, taking 3 out of 8 hours of a caffeine pill or something of the sort, leaving him just 5 hours to operate in a possibly pro-longed stay in a hot-spot
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 11, 2008 21:40:16 GMT -5
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