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Post by thegunny on Mar 4, 2009 19:12:15 GMT -5
The team slowly came to a stop, the acoustics of the clock tower being surprisingly good and causing the speech to echo the short distance to 5th squad. Marcelli growled into hiis headset
We have a hostile group of survivors occupying our clock tower. They are planning to kill any that is not one of them. That leaves us no other options. D.M's, bring it in. Get ready to fix bayonets team.
There was no hollywood-typical clicking and clacking of firearms as they redied their guns, nor any pumping of shotguns or cocking of pistols. They had come into the building locked and loaded, since they were following unknowns. They were all ready to fight.
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Post by Snake on Mar 10, 2009 10:27:03 GMT -5
((....Can purple4stepehen post? I like to post in turns when I can, i posted, then bb did, then thegunny did, so its purple's turn.))
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Mar 10, 2009 11:36:02 GMT -5
After listening the mayors speach Stiv starts thinking about what to do next. "Whell i gues this means if we plan on living we should avoid any contact with these nutjobs." Stiv then holsters his pistol and prepairs his MP5. "I dont know about you guys but i plan on living and im not gonna let these guys take me down without a fight"
"So we fighting them or just passing around?We currently have the element of suprise"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 12, 2009 16:36:26 GMT -5
Graves shook his head, looking at the mass of men and women in the meeting hall. How could they believe this man? What made them follow him? And more importantly, where did they get the firepower?
"We have to stop them....if we leave now, they will just go on killing....and these guys can be a bigger threat to this entire city than the zombies and monsters.....they can think, they can plan....they have weapons." Graves whispered, as he moved away from the doors into the chamber.
"They seem to act upon the will of their leader, the Mayor as he calls himself....we take him we stop them. Then we can find out how they got these weapons....M16s, AKs....these are military grade weaponry.....you aren't just going to find them laying around the streets and especially not int he numbers that we are seeing."
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Post by thegunny on Mar 12, 2009 20:44:39 GMT -5
OOC: I'm having trouble visualizing... are you guys looking down at them from a balcony or something? or at you at a door way peeking in?
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 16, 2009 8:10:15 GMT -5
OOC: From a door way
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Post by thegunny on Mar 16, 2009 12:47:46 GMT -5
OOC: THey're your force BB. You go ahead and make the call. If you want to have very minimal casualties(if any) on the side of the hostile survivors, go ahead and make it so that the automatic rifleman are doing suppressive fire instead of actually aiming to kill.
As the D.M's made their way through the clock tower, Marcelli motioned for their two automatic riflemen to move to the railing of their balcony overlooking the gathering, and signaled for them to fire at will. The two immediately squeezed the trigger, the modified Ultimax Mk4 100's raining 6.8 SPC F.M.J's on the hostile survivors below them, the recoil seemingly unnoticable.
the two D.M's came and stayed with the automatic riflemen, helping protect them as Marcelli and the last men moved away snaking along the hallway again to find another balcony or a stair case, in order to get into the fight without getting in the men on the balconies way. He found stairs. He took them. Down the last 4 men of the squad descended, locked, loaded, and determined to kick some a**
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Mar 17, 2009 13:13:17 GMT -5
As the team enters a small chamber Stiv opens the doors just a couple of cm so he can keep an eye outside. He turns away to talk with the others. "Ok so how do we do this i think i can climb on that balcony and maybe take out 10 of them before they find my position.While i take them out you guys can throw in some frags to lower their numbers" As Stiv Sits on a close chair giving him a look at the outside Stiv turns back and confronts the others again. "So thats my plan what do you guys have?"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 17, 2009 15:26:05 GMT -5
Before Graves could respond, automatic rifle fire errupted from above them. He looked back into the door way to see what was happening. The people gathered were being fired upon, but he couldn't make out who was shooting.
"Return fire!" a voice shouted from the group. The automatic rifle fire continued, tearing through the bodies of several of the hostiles. The one they had called the Mayor was being taken away from the battle, deeper into the building. As the firing continued, the few remaining in the meeting chamber began to take cover and fire up at the balcony. All the while, Graves could hear the incoming running of several more figures.
"I have a feeling that we may have to just wing it for now..." Graves said, as he raised his shotgun up. Cutting the corner were three of the strange people, two armed with M16s and one armed with a shotgun. Graves immediately opened fire, dropping the shotgunner. The two riflemen opened fire on him, hitting him in his lower abdomen. Thanks to his vest, the impact wasn't fatal, but he did drop the ground in pain.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 17, 2009 18:08:53 GMT -5
In a quick realization as he heard a shotgun gun off below him that was not aimed at them, captain Marcillo quickly barked out
Who fired that shotgun?
No reply from his team. Quickly, one of the automatic riflemen shot back
Unknowns firing on unknowns! Negative, no one on our side fired a shotgun of any kind sir.
Marcillo and the team kept moving, not seeing that this should change anything except where they're fire should be aimed for now.
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Mar 18, 2009 11:55:37 GMT -5
Stiv jumps out of the room together with Graves taking out any enemy Graves left out.As they finish cleaning up the hall they hear other enemies over the radio saying reinforces are coming. Stiv accidently notices doors at the end of the hall being slowly opened Stiv hides behind the door and suddenly the enemy peeks trough it having no idea what happend. Stiv suddenly kicks the doors hits the enemy head so hard his neck brakes and he dies. Stiv looks at the body for a few seconds and turns back to others. "Lets get the hell out of here right now."
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Post by thegunny on Mar 20, 2009 17:18:08 GMT -5
OOC: Who's post? Snakes?
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 20, 2009 17:48:28 GMT -5
OOC: Yes...I'll give him till tomorrow then we move ahead without him for now. Well...time's up...moving on.
Graves coughed as Stiv kicked open the doorway.
"Let's get the hell out of here right now." Stiv said to the others as he turned back from the doorway.
"Agreed." Graves coughed, as he slowly got to his feet. Most, if not all the strange people in the meeting area were either dead or retreated further into the building. Graves went over to one of the bodies and examined it. It was a man, he was dressed in tactical gear with a business suit underneath it.
"What the...." Graves muttered to himself, as he lifted up the weapon the man held in his hands. "M4A1....this is fresh military hardware...."
From above, Graves saw the men aiming rifles at him and his group, but they were dressed differently from the strange zealots.
"Don't shoot!" Graves called up to the men on the balcony. "I'ma cop!"
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Post by Caliber on Apr 12, 2011 1:10:55 GMT -5
[Amelia, Katy, Arc, and NPC Jessica are now at St. Michael's Clock Tower] [/color]
Amelia drove the jeep up to the entrance of the clock tower. She trampled over hedges lining the court yard and pulled up next to the large double doors that beckoned them. Everything was dark; clouds filled the night sky, rain pouring down upon Raccoon City. The wind began picking up, a storm was brewing. Lightning struck across the sky and the inevitable rumbling of thunder came promptly afterwards. "Come on," Amelia yelled to the group over the wind and thunder. "Let's get him inside, now!". The group was now soaking wet. Amelia kicked open the front doors to as lightning struck across the sky once more; explosive, eardrum-shattering thunder followed. The group carried Arc's motionless body into the clocktower lobby. Amelia directed the group, "Jessica, close the front doors. Katy, help me get him somewhere safe." A normal wooden door resided in the back corner of the room, ajar. Light could be seen from inside. Katy and Amelia carried Arc into the room. A large bunkbed sat in the back left corner of the room, next to a desk covered in papers and a lamp. The lamp was plugged in and switched on, lighting the room up fairly well. This was good news, it meant some parts of the building had power. Katy and Amelia helped Arc into the bottom bunk of the bed, lying him flat on his back. Jessica walked into the room and sat down in a chair next to the door. "It looks like we're staying here tonight. The sedative should wear off soon. In the mean time, we should let Arc get his rest." Amelia said to the group.
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Post by Winters on Apr 12, 2011 12:32:41 GMT -5
The night had came, and a downpour followed shortly after. By the time the group arrived at the clocktower, it was already looking too many out to travel outside anymore tonight. Opening the front doors, and holding them open, Jessica watched as Katy and Amelia gotten their friend inside safely. When ordered too, she was already getting the front doors closed off and blocked off. They were already largely built, big and heavy frame, no infected were going to be getting through. It would take something much bigger to even put a dent in them. Aiming her Beretta around the main floor, Jessica couldn't see or hear signs of any infected around, but she had no idea about the other rooms.
Again, Jessica held the door wide open for Kate and Amelia to carry Arc inside, they apparently entered a small bedroom area, probably for the owner of the clocktower. The room had a certain vibe to it, however, barely being able to hear the thunder cracking off due to its location. The vibes it gave off were that of a safe room, security, serenity ensued. As Amelia spoke to the group, Jessica knew it was the right thing to do, but she didnt want to leave his side. "I think somebody should stay with him, what if he... Turns...? Ill keep an eye on him. I just dont want to... Leave him here alone, who knows if this clocktower is even safe." It was for the better that somebody stay with Arc, just in case a lone wandering zombie had been in the area. He would be completely defenseless in this state.
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