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Post by Mikey on Dec 14, 2009 7:31:43 GMT -5
Harrison had jerked his head over toward the sound of the voice, a small figure. Young woman, a teenager. He made a move to look at what she was looking at, seeing the tongue at a moment he thought was too late. Her shove knocked him off balance, just enough for the lashing tongue to miss him but latch onto her. He soon regained balance, acting without hesitation. He grabbed on the tongue and yanked, finding a surprising amount of force resisting him. He let his shotgun drop and reached for his pistol, the Nite-Tac 1911 clone at his side. He yanked it from its holster and aimed with one hand. He fired off rounds in quick succession, never missing at the close range and the near immobile target. He felt the barbs dig into his Kevlar reinforced gloves, but they held up and protected his hands.
The magazine went dry after the 14+1 capacity was spent. Instead of trying to reload, he yanked harder. He put his full two hundred and sixty seven pounds into the heave, and the monster detached from the wall. It fell foreword, over them, and to the ground where it sprawled out on the stairs on its back. He lifted his foot, his size seventeen boot coming down hard with a rewarding crack on the creatures throat.
He slipped his empty pistol back into its holster and helped Lyra get the tongue off of her wrist and looked down at her. He was a full foot taller, his face concealed by a black balaclava. He was dressed in the full tactical gear of a SWAT team member, his eyes concealed by a pair of ballistic goggles.
“You ok?” He asked her simply as he pulled out his pistol and reloaded it.
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Lyra
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Post by Lyra on Dec 15, 2009 6:40:18 GMT -5
Lyra looked at the male, nodding her head at him. This wasn't any new situation to her, sure it was gross, but nothing new. She was just frustrated that she couldn't have done anything more to help. She hated that feeling of being in distress, it made her feel valunerable and that was the worst.
She gave her wrist a good look at, exaiming it to make sure there was nothing wrong. She smiled, not a scratch maybe other than a red bruise, but nothing else. "I'm fine...It's dangerous here there are a couple of us just down the hall."[/color] The young teen clarified as she reached down, grabbing her black cap before thrusting it back upon her head. She wasn't about to leave without her most valued item, would she?
Lyra paused for a moment, gazing at the male. "So, will you come or not? FYI, I'm Lyra."[/color] She muttered the last bit of her sentence to him as she played around with her handgun.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 15, 2009 10:35:48 GMT -5
Brezhnev watched as it seemed the group took care of the mutants in the main hallway. The Russian smiled on the inside. This group was proving more and more useful by the minute. As he watched them kill the creatures, a thrid Spetsnaz trooper entered from the door that he and his men had come from. Brezhnev turned to the soldier and motioned for him.
"Yes, Comrade General?" the soldier asked in Russian with a salute.
"Give your rifle and spare magazines to this boy..." Brezhnev said, pointing to Aaron. "Take from the helicopter a Saiga and continue your duties..."
"Of course Comrade General." the Russian soldier replied in the native tongue as he moved over to Aaron, unslung his AK74U and handed it and the ammunition over towards Aaron.
Bennett watched all this go down and nodded. Maybe these Russians weren't so bad...they had numbers...but that again was a bad thing. Exactly how many of these guys were in town? If they did double cross, how many did this General have at his beck and call? Plus they had weapons...apparently weapons to spare.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 16, 2009 19:57:15 GMT -5
Garrett Mihailov and his 9 man team started to make their way towards the RPD building, having already planned out their angle of approach, and knowing that they didn't have any eyeballs on the spot. Although the 9 men Mihailov was working with were merely pretty much a bunch of mobster thugs who were quickly given some rushed training, Mihailov himself had been in the US Army, then the US army rangers, then Delta force. Now he was on a black-black spec ops team that didn't officially exist, and was even more of a wet op then Bourne could ever dream of. These 9 men might not be on the team but they worked for it. All 10 were decked out in Spetsnaz Urban red camouflage which clashed with the equipment they were using--- Western tactical vests, helmets, boots, knee pads and elbow pads, suppressed SPAS-15's, Suppressed AR-15 CQB Carbines chambered in .338 Spectre, a suppressed HK417, and suppressed Glock 18 machine pistols. The only genuinely Russian weapon were two suppressed PKM GPMGs. That was intentional. Before the mission Mihailov had told them in his characteristic low, menacing, raspy tone that tended to send chills down peoples spines
We're going to f**k em up here like got f**ked in their home country. Breznev came here. That means he doesn't leave. Elbows and knee's on the Spetsnaz men. You can't get information from a corpse. Everyone else... Use you digression. I want reporters or people who've got tape recorders dead though. I want the security cameras wiped. Remember though--- we're a Mercenary team here, and not affiliated with the US Military.
Farther away an alien howl was heard as a monster was stuck in its cage under the leash of 3 men from the same team as Mihailov. The G-virus monster had been given orders through its cybernetic controller chip, and now it was hyped up to get to work. However, Mihailov hadn't given them the green light to send it in yet. The 10 men on the ground entered the RPD finally through a side door, and stepped into the first floor of the building. Immediately they started to creep their way towards a security room where the security cameras would be, not only to jack into them so they can see everywhere, but also so they could wipe the tapes of them. They didn't bother clearing rooms on their way there. It would take too d**n long and serve very little purpose. --------------------- Matthew Claypoole and another 4 Mercenaries were flown in by the DoD to help relieve the strain on the US Military as they worked to secure and hold Raccoon City. Again and again they had run into hostile "Survivors" they had traced to the people responsible for the infection, and all the while they had to keep dealing with the ever encroaching infection, and flow of infected or non infected survivors. Claypoole and the other Mercenaries got a mission almost immediately after they touched down. TFP First Sergeant Eric Fix and his detachment searching in a joint operation with the British to find Objective Floyd, code for Dr. Mayweather, had been ambushed several times, and had even been forced into calling in air support in the end to get to Dr. Mayweather by insurgents. The team evacing Mayweather had been ambushed and now again, they were trying to send someone out to find Mayweather. However, Eric Fix and his team were already hunting down those responsible for kidnapping her in the midst of the outbreak's chaos.
Ironically, Claypoole too was soon cut off from his team, and now he found himself in one of the s**tiest places to be in any outbreak. RPD headquarters. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs "WHY IS THIS PLACE ALWAYS SO ROYALLY F**KED OVER EVERY TIME THERE'S AN OUTBREAK!? GOSH D**NIT!" Claypoole shouldered his suppressed Stoner LMG as he made his way into a surprisingly cleared hallway, and started to try and find his way to the rooftop. His radio headset had been knocked off and broken by an infected so he couldn't contact what ever helicopter crew had set down on the roof, and so instead he would have to make his way there and make face to face contact. Hopefully they were US Military and could get him choppered up to where his team might be... at the least, they'd have a radio to get him in contact with that team. He didn't move too quickly because even as strong as he was his loadout was a bit of a pain--- MGL-140, a B&T MP9, and an XR-9, with all the ammunition for them. That's not to mention his armor, his tac vest, his helmet, his elbow and knee pads, his BDU's, and Kevlar under sleeves. D**n it felt good for winter to be around.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 18, 2009 9:05:12 GMT -5
OOC: Should I just dive right in and start making posts where they're running into you guys?
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Post by Darth Revan on Dec 18, 2009 19:47:31 GMT -5
Aaron willingly took the rifle and magazines from the soldier after he had put his handgun in its holster. "Thanks." he said, and checked the clip that was already in it. It was halfway used. He scanned his new weapon. It was in pretty decent condition, and it seemed as if it would probably help a whole lot more than his old handgun. The AK47U was, overall, a pretty decent weapon to have in his hands at this time.
Aaron thought about what just happened. It seemed strange to him that he could just hand over a weapon in a crisis situation like this. "Must have a lot of weapons in this area." he thought, and was then ready to move on whenever everyone else was ready. They had stayed there a decent amount of time, and Aaron felt as if they should move onto a different area of the Police Station. They had been in this main area for quite some time now, but he wasn't arguing; he was just given a new weapon.
((OOC: Sorry, a bit short, I know.))
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 20, 2009 11:22:32 GMT -5
Brezhnev walked away from the main hallway door and back towards Bennett and Aaron.
"You mentioned something about searching for weapons....and you, you are an officer in this station, yes?" Brezhnev asked Bennett and Aaron. "Along with the weapons, would you perhaps know if there is any fuel for the police helicopters in the building?
"Yeah.." Bennett replied. "The weapons storage is located in the basement in the building...as far as chopper fuel...we can check the garage, which is near the weapons storage."
"Okay....then how about we go to the basement." Brezhnev suggested. "We can gather further armaments and check on the fuel situation..."
"Sounds good to me, unless anyone else has any suggestions." Bennett replied.
OOC: Gunny, you can have them run across us anytime you wish, and please combine your posts.
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Lyra
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Post by Lyra on Dec 21, 2009 10:39:32 GMT -5
Lyra had made her way back to the original spot the group had been in, careful to make sure nothing would sneak up on her. She had just arrived as the Russian spoke to the two men, explaining how they should collect supplies. Lyra walked over pretending to be intrigued. She looked over taking a better look at the men, realizing they were officers--rather one was an officer, the other a rookie. She hadn't expected any officers to still be around, but they indeed were. Lyra shurgged as the officer spoke, not really caring what they did as long as she was alive in the end. "Sounds fine to me. Anyone object?"[/color]
[OOC: Short, I know but I'm having a block.]
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Post by thegunny on Dec 21, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -5
Mihailov scanned the security cameras screens as he looked for the target. It took them a few moments but they finally found him... and a helicopter on the helicopter pad. If they were going to make their first move he imagined that would be a good place to make their first move. They'd see what they did with them, but undoubtedly they would be able to handle them. He made his hand signal and the team started to move out once their tecchie was down wiping the video cameras storage tapes, and then tapping in to view the live feeds of the video cameras so they'd still be usable by them. Using the cameras, they avoided the other humans, and tried to sneak their way up onto the helipads... ------------------------- Claypoole heard talking, and Russian English accents. Great. Claypoole readied his Stoner LMG and made sure the safety was off, before he peeked ever so slightly around the corner to look. Just as he expected he saw someone in Russian uniforms, and so he jumped right back around the corner. He knew it was a Russian uniform because back when he was in Black Umbrella he had taken part on the counter assault on the UoP back during the first outbreak... and he still remembered the looks of all those men that they'd been ordered to gun down after they surrendered. He didn't know what he should do at this point--- he couldn't recognize the other people and didn't know what they were supposed to be, and he didn't know what the Ruskies were here for. The others looked American, and some of them more so, but they looked to be on the same team.... So that didn't tell him anything except they possibly could have been moles Pre-outbreak. Beautiful. Claypoole listened as quietly as he could as the group talked, and continued mulling over what he could do here.
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comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Mar 24, 2010 17:53:13 GMT -5
Marcus had just come from the area where weapons were being handed out. He was never a fan of Russian weapons, even though they were better than most American made weapons, he'd give them that. He relied more heavily on the 686P, having used several bullets on the way up.
He'd been running all over the building, up and down trying to find some of the survivors that had dispersed from the basement. On his way up from the basement as he came towards the main hall he noticed many of the survivors -some old from the battle and some new who must've come through from outside- heading to the first floor. He thought he heard a 'copter land up there a few hours ago, but there was no way in hell he was leaving the group in the basement. The worst of it was there weren't so many radios working in the area either (apart from two-ways), so he couldn't radio up to see what was going on. He knew the basement was a deathtrap to begin with, but it was the only place they were really coming from.
Zombies...he'd never come to terms with what they were called just yet, but he was starting to. He wished he'd have watched more of the old black-and-white flicks of them, so as to better identify ways to kill them, but he thought carefully on that. He supposed no one could have known that they were real, let alone those things being able to take over their once beloved town. Even after the week and a half he had been fighting them off, it seemed too surreal; he'd wake up, comfy in his chair when he was supposed to be watching the security cams. Sure, his boss'd reprimand him about sleeping on the job. "But", He thought quietly to himself, "I suppose that's better than being bit by him..." It was not a pleasant thought. He didn't want to have to kill anyone, let alone his colleagues...
He kicked the thought straight out of his head, mentally visualising him do it. It helped a bit that he still had an imagination, but not a huge comfort considering these were real monsters. As he had finally gathered a few more full speed-loaded rounds from the counter as well as some extra handgun rounds for his Browning, he looked up and noticed the officers chatting away, surprised that it took him this long to notice. He recognized one, he thought, and walked over, going to introduce himself. Marcus Liam, RPD Officer. Sounded nice, but he was sure authority mattered to few nowadays in Raccoon...
(Hey Big, care to be mah buddeh? XD I just jumped in cuz I figured I could; I read what you said to Gunny.)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 30, 2010 11:17:59 GMT -5
OOC: Wow...seems like the others have departed from posting here...well, guess I will move on. comradecage, if you wish to join in, just join in. Going to make this post pretty short. I will give you a few days to respond, otherwise, will modify and move on.
As Brezhnev, Bennett, and the Spetsnaz troopers made their way towards the basement, Brezhnev thought he saw another RPD officer in the corner of his eye.
"Hold it." Brezhnev ordered his men. The troopers stopped in their tracks. "You are also with the RPD?" he asked to the officer.
"Looks like it." Bennett replied.
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comradecage
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Insanity is my best friend!
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Post by comradecage on Apr 6, 2010 13:45:07 GMT -5
(Sweet! Jesus, I thought you stopped coming too, lolol. Yeah I'm gonna post. Might as well keep it going while we can, eh?)
Marcus announced hmself with not a little pride. It took him quite a bit of time, not to mention quite a bit of snaking politically to get into the RPD "Yeah, I'm RPD. Officer Marcus Liam. I knew I saw you before. You're Officer Bennett, aren't you? The guy that dealt with that one riot with like two other men? I'm a huge fan!" He knew this Bennett had probably done nothing of the sort, but he knew it wouldn't hurt to "butter up" those he'd probably be working with. Any fake familiarity with another officer here wouldn't hurt. Might make things easier for them to get along, he figured. It wasn't hard to figure out who the other officer was either, judging from the battered nametag still displayed on his vest. It looked kind of funny; it's goldish-black colors shone bright in the light, fighting with the blood and other fluids that covered it.
Marcus stuck out his hand to shake it, barely glancing at the Russians. He was a little bit more concerned about meeting another officer. Where had he gone? What had he seen? These were questions Marcus would've liked to ask, but knew it wasn't all too appropriate, expecially since they had all probably seen the same madness outside - and even inside - these walls that were meant as a safe haven to all who stayed therein. "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to go with you. I overheard bits and pieces of where you were going, but not a full idea. I know though, that it would be much better than waiting around here. Mind if I tag along?" It was a rhetorical question at best, but it wouldn't hurt to be polite.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 6, 2010 15:35:00 GMT -5
"Well...a fan..." Bennett remarked, his face blushing slightly. He had an idea that some of his past exploits with the department would be well known, but respected? He had not expected that.
A brown noser.... Brezhnev thought to himself. He had worked in the Soviet Union long enough to spot false praise from a mile away. He himself had used it when it suited his needs at the time. He could remember back before his exile from the Motherland how he had tried to use it on Gorbochev before he ruined the nation. It hadn't worked, not by a long shot.
"Well, I don't see why we can't work together...." Bennett said, as he turned towards Brezhnev. "Can you?"
"Again...so long as our mission is not interfered with, you may follow us." Brezhnev replied. "We are heading to the basement to gather weapons and other supplies and hopfully some fuel for our helicopter. Come if you wish."
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comradecage
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Post by comradecage on Apr 6, 2010 18:12:09 GMT -5
Suddenly Marcus' expression had changed to something not unlike sadness. "Hate to break it to ya, but you won't find any supplies down there. There's maybe a bit of ammo in the locker rooms down there and maybe some in the evidence rooms, plus some fuel here and there, but nothing but death awaits you down there..."
Marcus explained to the soldiers and Bennett that he was with the group that tried to barricade the basement. Not all went well. Many died. Some ran. Marcus remembered going to the lockers to get what he could for ammo, and memories came flooding back. But Marcus was a strong man, and knew better than to get emotional over something so.... minor. "We can still head down there to pick up the leftovers, but there can't be much left. I think our best bet is the evidence room." A quick glance to Bennett, "God only knows what we managed to confiscate in the last few months..."
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 7, 2010 18:35:52 GMT -5
"The ends justify the means." Brezhnev replied briskly, as he and his men moved past Bennett and Marcus towards the basemnt. "In any case, we need the fuel if I wish to have continued use of my helicopter."
"General!" Bennett called to Brezhnev. "It is very foolish to go down there...you heard what Marcus said. It's a dead place...just like the rest of the station....if you need fuel that badly, can't we just go out into the city and look for it?"
"You may be right...." Brezhnev said, as he stopped in his tracks. "While we are out....we may run across some of our objectives."
"And I will tell you this, General, I may not get in the way of your mission, but I in no way have to take part in it."
"You are quite right....officer. You are not a soldier...you do not understand why we must do this. To you it may seem like murder-"
"And we will leave it at that....'General'." Bennett said sharply. Bennett turned towards Marcus.
"Unless you have any better ideas, I say we use what ammunition we have, conserve it...and try and find fuel for his helicopter somewhere else...maybe one of the gas stations still has some fuel in their pumps."
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