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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 11, 2010 10:32:10 GMT -5
Accuracy is important to us, so when we want to make sure you hit your target we give you the supplies and training time necessary to make it happen. Select from a list of firearms you wish to train with and a specific amount of ammunition will be handed to you. If you want to train with higher class weapons, sniper rifles, explosives; specific locations on Bukasa island are designated. Rotations are normally put in place to make sure that all of the Tricell Forces are getting an even amount of training in firearms and explosives.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 22, 2010 15:17:24 GMT -5
[Russell, Matt and Ulrich enter the Shooting Gallery]
Hmmm, I wonder if Tricell will allow infected into the shooting gallery for some real training. These Cardboard cutouts aren't even close to resembling the real deal. Plus they don't bite." Said Russell while punching one of the cardboard targets set up for target practice. The Shooting Gallery is set up to look like a town or city and there are targets set up in the windows. The area is at points wide open and at other points narrow alleyways. The whole area is surrounded by walls too high for anyone to climb over. The sun is blaring down on them making everything uncomfortable. Russell puts on a pair of sunglasses he snagged while in the building and dials a number on his PDA. The phone is answered and after a few words the sound of a helicopter is within earshot.
"Better get your guns quick, boys" Says Russell as he grabs an AK47 off the gun rack. "The one with the most kills wins. And NO ONE get infected by them or I'll kill you" adds Russell at last second.
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Post by Kruger on Apr 22, 2010 17:32:43 GMT -5
Matt cocked an eyebrow at this and then looked down at his clothes. He had stopped at a security check point on the way here and asked for his weapons back but no ammo. They even gave him back his knife but however to him he didn't look right. He was wearing casual clothes not his gear. He took off his black jacket and his white dress shirt. He now was wearing a white T-shirt with a brown belt, black casual pants, and brown casual shoes. He grabbed a green H-styled chest rig and and five clips for each of his weapons. He then slung his Mtar around him and his personal styled holster for his 357 magnum. With all guns fully loaded Matt looked at Russell and asked "What are you going to bring in the real thing?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 22, 2010 19:39:21 GMT -5
"Oh are you challenging me?" Asked Russell, checking to make sure his equipment was in check. "Well there is a reason why some people don't like the way I operate, and why others are criminals according to most. That gun is cute by the way." Says Russell as he turns to watch the approaching helicopter carrying what seems to be a cargo crate.
The crate drops down sending dust in all directions. The walls drop down revealing over 3 dozen infected, some men, some women and a few stray dogs in the mix. All of them seem hungry and wanting to tear the three men apart.
"The dogs are worth two points! Men and women worth one!" Shouts Russell over the moaning, groaning and growling of the undead, as he charges towards them.
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Post by comradecage on Apr 23, 2010 12:29:31 GMT -5
Ulrich followed, checking his weapons. This Russell was a smooth talker, but Ulrich doubted he had the capacity to think things through, as noted, he told himself, by the way he charged straight in. Thinking things through was important, but he liked Russell's can-do attitude.
Checking his UMP and Striker, He pointed toward a man scrambling towards him. He pointed not with his gun, but with his finger, as if to signal to the man his fate. The man looked to be in one of the later stages of degeneration; his body disintegrating even as he walked forward.
As he raised his UMP, he fired twice, noticing another man behind the first. The bullet struck true, killing both monsters instantly. As he turned a dog immediately jumped him, putting Ulrich on his back, but not by the dog. Ulrich knew how to handle the quicker ones, and as the canine leapt at him, he dropped to the ground immediately. Even as he was falling he was already letting go of his UMP, the weapon swinging behind his back and the Striker coming out in front. As he hit the ground, the dog just above him, he raised the handcannon and pulled the trigger, blowing the dog apart instantly, it's body falling limply with no recognizable limbs or organs, in part from both weapon and disease. He smirked with pride as he jumped to his feet, further engaging the walking dead.
Ulrich fired four more rounds, dropping 5 regular shamblers with his UMP. He stepped back, observing the other two make kills, judging their own battle patterns.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Apr 23, 2010 14:30:40 GMT -5
Russell started to charge in but stopped as the creatures were within ten yards. He started by firing at the heads of the rotten, shambling corpses from his hip, laughing maniacally. As the infected got closer he switched to precise shots with the gun at his shoulder. As the last bullet hits a zombie, Russell drops the dead weight of the AK47. He pulls out his M1911 and starts to open fire on the corpses.
All of a sudden a few of the dogs jump at Russell. Russell grabs one, holding it on his shoulder as he shoots at one of the other dogs. He then slams the dog on the ground, breaking it's skull and killing it instantly. He throws the gun at one of the other dogs and pulls out his combat knife. As one of the dogs jumped at him, his knife connected with the neck of the creature. He then throws the limp body of the dog back into the crowd of infected.
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Post by Kruger on Apr 30, 2010 3:09:51 GMT -5
Matt was in a crouched position taking controlled burst fire at the infected carriers. He dropped the clip out of his M-tar and reloaded it before the other clip hit the ground. His days in the UBCS had came back and he remembered one important thing in his training. That thing was distance. His squad commander preached that you should do your best to keep your distance unless the firefight takes place in an enclosed area. He looked over at Russell and shook his head a little. "Waisting to much ammo" he thought to himself. He moved up a little closer in precise spots where his back was safe and fired a few more bust shots which dropped three carriers. He then looked over at Russell again to see him fighting a dog with his combat knife. He then looked over at Ulrich to see him blast away a dog. He was looking and observing to others for situational awareness. Then out of his left a dog came charging him. Matt turned and fired but it didn't burst fire. He looked and saw the he had a cartridge jammed inside the ejection bolt. Matt grabbed the gun by its muzzle guard an swung at the dog while it jumped at him. He saw it roll over several times before stopping in the dirt and started to get back up. Matt had sat down the rifle and pulled out his crescent shaped knife. The dog started charging him again. As it got closer he side stepped it and held his blade out right as the dog started to pass him. The decayed animals head came off as its neck ran straight into the side of the blade. Matt the took his knife and threw it with a spin as it cut into a carriers throat. He then pulled out his magnum and continued to fire at the remaining infected.
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 2, 2010 12:23:13 GMT -5
Soon enough the number of infected started to dwindle. Between the three men the infected didn't stand much of a chance. As the last few remained, Russell attacked them with his knife. The infected never stood a chance. They dropped like flies under the blade of his knife. As the last one fell limp to the floor, still bitting yet unable to move because his spinal cord was cut, Russell looked at the few scratchs and cuts he had from the dogs.
"Everyone alright?" asked Russell looking at the other two men. He picked up his pistol check the ammo, then holstered it on his thigh. He then found his AK 47 under the body of one of infected, and slung it of his shoulder.
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Post by Kruger on May 2, 2010 16:25:55 GMT -5
Matt looked over at Russell and replied "Ok here." He walked over to the dead carrier that had his knife in its throat. He pulled it out and wiped the blood on the dead body's torso. He then picked up his M-tar and looked at the bullet. He shook his head as he pulled back on the receiver and grabbed the shell casing. He flicked it onto the ground and let the receiver go as it made a cocking noise. He then put it on safety and slung it onto his back. He turned around and went back to the starting area that they left when fighting the infected. He stood there waiting for the others while he fumbled around with his 357.
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 4, 2010 16:55:04 GMT -5
As Russell starts to walk over to the gun rack he stops and starts to laugh. "Either of you track your points?" asked Russell, laughing while he did. He had forgotten to keep track of the points he earned from killing the infected. He decided to keep the AK 47 for himself and just took some boxes of bullets off of one of the shelves. Then he grabbed a few clips for his pistol, which was covered in blood and bile.
"Maybe they'll give us a mission pretty soon or I think their people won't be too safe from us bored soldiers of fortune. I may be with Tricell but I am still a merc at heart." Said Russell before joining Matt's side, ready to lead the two mercs where ever he wanted to go.
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Post by Kruger on May 4, 2010 17:06:44 GMT -5
Matt looked at him and said "All I know is that I killed on dog. I lost count with carriers." He looked down at his gun and then looked back at Russell and asked "Do you know how many mercenaries they have actually hired?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 4, 2010 17:42:54 GMT -5
"Well damned if I know. That is like asking how many starts there are. No one will know and there will always be new ones. Besides, not my department, not my worry most of the time, and you two are the first ones who actually caught my attention as something more than cannon fodder." Answered Russell. He looked around at all of the dead infected, the two other men, and then the bullet casings shrewn across the range. Russell thought about testing these two merc's hand to hand combat, but the thought twice about bruising anyone, even himself. He wasn't sure if he'd be surprised by one of these two's combat skill or their pain thresshold. Who know, they may have been members of the Spetsnaz, with that crazy pain absorbtion thing they did. He had run into a few Spetsnaz when it was human on human fighting, before the outbreaks, and those were some of the hardest fights he has even been in.
"So where you two wanna go to test our skills? So that way I don't have to worry about two guys who are wet behind the ears watching my back." Asked Russell waiting for the other two.
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Post by comradecage on May 4, 2010 18:33:12 GMT -5
(lolol, watching Deadliest Warrior much Nomad? XD)
Ulrich stepped back, checking his supplies. Not bad, he noted. He'd used less bullets than he thought he would have to. He was happy. Finally, something to kill. It was fun while it lasted. He glanced at the men, not paying to much attention to the conversation. He enjoyed working with two men who knew what they were doing. It meant he wouldn't have to haul bodies back. It was good to know Tricell hired competents. Mind you, he mused, they hired me.
He finally perked up at the conversation's end, saying two words, almost jokingly. "Raccoon City." He was serious, and yet there was a tinge of amusement in his voice. It was because he viewed the outbreak as a joke.
Suddenly his pager rang, and with a nod he stepped back and dialed a number into his phone, and spoke in a hushed tone.
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 4, 2010 18:58:14 GMT -5
(Actually I read Mikey's post in the BSAA sparring pit haha)
The ringing of the pager stopped Russell on the spot. "Why the merc and not me?" was his first thought. Then he remembered that he could go on any mission he chose if nothing was assigned to him. As soon as the call was made it was done.
"So spill the news. What was the page for?" Asked Russell, hoping to get some sort of information from the German man. Maybe something that actually would entertain and occupy his time for more than a few minutes. "Hopefully I can use my truck. Thing has been sitting in the garage since I arrived." finished Russell.
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Post by comradecage on May 7, 2010 19:22:41 GMT -5
Ulrich nodded over the phone and a huge grin sprouted on his face. He tried to maintain a formal level of composure to the person on the other line but failed. He was giddy with excitement. Ulrich stepped back to the group with the very same grin minutes later, a grin that described how he felt inside and out. "Guess I get my wish. We're going to Raccoon City. The chopper leaves in a day. They didn't tell me what we were going for, just that there was something we had to do. Odd how whoever it was wouldn't call each of us. Just as odd that said person would know we were together..." Ulrich's grin dropped a little, but it did not phase him, it appeared. "Our objective would be explained to us when we got to our destination. I'm leacing to get a big supper and an early sleep. Who knows when we'll be able to rest normally again, eh?" With that, Ulrich turned, hoisting his equipment, and walked away, not caring what the other two individuals had to say. Whatever they did or didn't like could be shared amongst each other or the HQ people if they decided to complain. Ulrich just got his wish.
*Ulrich has left the Shooting Gallery*
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