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Airport
Mar 11, 2010 12:15:25 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 11, 2010 12:15:25 GMT -5
There's a huge airstrip half a mile out from the headquarters with all different kinds of aircraft et al that are constantly being sent out now with the recent crisis. From Blackhawks to C3 Galaxies, all of the are needed and pilots are needed for them. Constantly the C3's head out on supplies and ferrying runs while fighter jets take off for arial views of specific locations. Also sometimes survivors are brought into the safe zone via this same airport if there are more than one civilian aircraft that need to land at a time.
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Airport
Apr 13, 2010 22:36:10 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 13, 2010 22:36:10 GMT -5
The mid day breeze seemed to overpower the amazing humid air that hung over the thick of the airstrips waiting area. He had known before that Florida was a primarily humid part of the United States due to it’s location so close to the Gulf of Mexico and not to mention the high amounts of sulfur that seemed to build up across it’s shores. But… this was just muggy weather in general if it had not been for the constant breezes that were now pushing their way into the area.
Mr. Marlboro stood alongside three BSAA Personnel as he awaited the arrival of one of his new guardians and a generally intelligent B.O.W. handler with surgical medical experience on both Human and Viral Creations. Not to mention that she was handy with weapons and not too bad looking while doing it. This seemed to please Mr. Marlboro to have such wonderful people constantly at his fingertips… like playing a beautiful symphony by himself with multiple musical instruments at his leisure. The properties behind her arrival would only be discussed once to two were able to reach a vehicle parked on adjacent roadway from the helicopter pad.
In the distance a majestic sight entered Mr. Marlboro’s range… it was that of a Tricell Transportation Helicopter that seemed to glide gently away from the horizon. Mr. Marlboro knew the liesure that Amelie was attending to… but soon she would have to attend to her business. He was most aware that she would be ecstatic to be able to work hands on with ’THE’ Mr. Hammond Marlboro. To tell the truth he was glad that it would be a female working in such a delicate backdrop such as this. Females always tended to carry more of a mystique about them then any male would in a situation such as this. The time would soon come to meet and greet Amelie {Agent. Aqua.}
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Airport
Apr 14, 2010 19:46:31 GMT -5
Post by Amelie on Apr 14, 2010 19:46:31 GMT -5
The sight of the airport was now enabled, Amelie looked by the window to the horizon and felt the air starting to blow in as the door was unlocked by the agent. It was almost time to get out, the engine was slowing it's speed to reach the floor as it started to get slowly down by the gravity law 'Agent Aqua' looked down. As it finally reached the floor, the driver stopped the helicopter and Amelie disembarked.
Mr. Marlboro was with three B.S.A.A. members, which was normal for this situation. The young lady approached and smiled, it was indeed an honor to work with the head master himself. "Informations were received and duties comitted. I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Marlboro."
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Airport
Apr 14, 2010 20:20:40 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 14, 2010 20:20:40 GMT -5
Mr. Marlboro motioned for the B.S.A.A. members to be dismissed as he approached the lovely young lady with a egotistical grace. His eyes showed a great deal of enjoyment as a crisp, charming smile developed over his facial features. Reaching out with his right hand he dearly applied a gentle handshake with a smooth bit of soft tension. Making it obvious that this was a formal greeting to a woman his would gently peck the woman on the left cheek and then speak with a smooth voice, hallow in a whisper at best.
“ Committed you say… Indeed. This brings a great deal of undefined joy to me Aqua. We must proceed to my transport back to BSAA HQ now. I would love to explain to bare essentials of your current arrangements with the up and coming assignment. Nothing that you cannot handle… I am sure.”
As Mr. Marlboro had believed before… Amelie was more than enthusiastic to be in his immediate presence at this time and the look on her face showed much more excitement building behind her professional image, This would do very much indeed.
With carefully placed steps in the direction of his transport vehicle he would allow Ametie to follow behind him… then he would assess the left back passenger door and await her to enter before moving to the opposite side of the vehicle himself… noting that the driver was a complete idiot. At least his driver was the type that preferred not to hear what conversations were held in the midst if Tricell Brass. The man kept to his own business and at this point and time Mr. Marlboro would hate to have to stage a accident to keep someone’s mouth in check. Committed to keeping everything in order was one of Mr. Marlboro’s most defining factors and one of everyone else’s worst nightmare. Mind your own business and you live.
He waited until the vehicle started to begin speaking.
“ You see… Aqua. Your assignment will require you to follow alongside BSAA to act as a field medic and B.O.W. operative. I have had the session recorded in you P.O.I.N.T. for reference. But what I mostly want you to make sure of is that for this mission you acquire a fair bit of data on {Serpent’s Kiss}… As I am sure that Sharne will have it in his possession. If he is to use it with any form of Progenitor samples I want to know his results for our R and D. I believe that it could be the missing link in many of our trials with recent studies… The Mother commands this of you. If Sharne gets in the way of this collection make sure that he had information on the Russian Projects… then let BSAA have him. They will do as they are ordered and bring him to me… But… Even without him I am sure that information on {Serpent’s Kiss} us located somewhere in the Facility.”
Mr. Marlboro would sigh then state.
“ These men are sharp… They will know all the tactical takedowns to get you where you need to be. Most of the civilians and local military alike under Sharne will open fire from the start… giving BSAA the green light to engage. I will walk them through the layout into the Facility. From there the inevitable downfall of the Traitor should come into light. We cannot have that type of grade of weapon available to just any open market worldwide.”
Mr. Marlboro would wait for the woman to speak.
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Airport
Apr 14, 2010 20:50:24 GMT -5
Post by Amelie on Apr 14, 2010 20:50:24 GMT -5
“ Committed you say… Indeed. This brings a great deal of undefined joy to me Aqua. We must proceed to my transport back to BSAA HQ now. I would love to explain to bare essentials of your current arrangements with the up and coming assignment. Nothing that you cannot handle… I am sure.”
Then Mr. Marlboro made her follow to the transport vehicle and made her sit on the left passenger side. Amelie was questioning herself as he spoke again while the vehicle started. “ You see… Aqua. Your assignment will require you to follow alongside BSAA to act as a field medic and B.O.W. operative. I have had the session recorded in you P.O.I.N.T. for reference. But what I mostly want you to make sure of is that for this mission you acquire a fair bit of data on {Serpent’s Kiss}… As I am sure that Sharne will have it in his possession. If he is to use it with any form of Progenitor samples I want to know his results for our R and D. I believe that it could be the missing link in many of our trials with recent studies… The Mother commands this of you. If Sharne gets in the way of this collection make sure that he had information on the Russian Projects… then let BSAA have him. They will do as they are ordered and bring him to me… But… Even without him I am sure that information on {Serpent’s Kiss} us located somewhere in the Facility.” Now agent Aqua was a bit unsure. "You want me to retrieve informations on the serpent's kiss and the b.o.w.s exposed to it, but what about Sharne and russian projects, what am I supposed to do with him exactly?" she asked.
"I do understand though that we cannot have that type of grade of weapon in just any market." She agreed and looked at Mr. Marlboro awaiting for a response.
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Airport
Apr 14, 2010 21:01:49 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 14, 2010 21:01:49 GMT -5
“ Sharne will be handled by BSAA whether he comes quietly or he resists. Either way he cannot escape the premises without either being in BSAA Custody or in a body bag. Regardless of the outcome we just need the data on what {Serpent’s Kiss} is being used with or the complete data on related shipments to the Russian Facility. Analyzing the situation and data on it will be your sole priority in this quick and painless assignment. Your front as a medic will also be used if needed anytime during this assignment.”
Mr. Marlboro looked out the window as BSAA HQ was closing into the back walls of the premises. The guards on duty seemed to march about as if to pick off any stay carriers that breached the outlying areas. That was mostly a breath of fresh air on Mr. Marlboro’s behalf because he always hated direct engagements with the murderous flesh eaters. The fact that this place was safe was more than a blessing to him. Turning his head back to Agent Aqua he laughed.
“ There is no need to worry dear. I will be sure to inform you when the situation arises on what your best form of action will be. For now we wait on them to prepare for takeoff… look over the briefing statements and make sure that you have you equipment in check. Then perhaps we can have another nice little chat before you disembark?”
-------------------- “Green Light Go!”
Mr. Marlboro had decided to make a quick stop to the Armory to check on the delivery of supplies that was supposed to be shipped in the night before. A sudden feeling of self excitement over flooded the bowels of his mind as he them realized that he would have to trust his instincts and put the plan into motion. For now he would make his way to the makeshift command center instead of the Armory and take his seat amongst the large semi-circular chairs that lined the room. His mind was cleared of everything but the task at hand as he turned all the monitors on and prepared for little test of endurance and willpower. Smiling he would then switch on the radio frequencies to all available personnel that were chosen for this quick… in and out style mission to penetrate the camp of a known terrorist to gather information on the subjects current workings with a high end Biological Threat in Russia.
The Armory had contained a large amount of ammunition ranging from moderate weaponry ammos to full-scale BOW takedown ammunition coated with NU-7... A chemical agent used to cause considerable massive cellular damages in many Progenitor virus offspring. Those that were familiar with BOW Science or studied hard for examinations through vigorous Agency Testing would notice the mirror sheen lime green coating around it. When extremely heated… it would cause the lead to activate the agent… then when the lead connects the chemical would react to the trace elements of Progenitor and cause the cellular growth to cease… thus causing massive damage where it hit… This would save the group time and energy of carrying heavy rounds if things ‘DID’ get a little out of hand. Perhaps the look of these bullets would give some indication that Mr. Marlboro wished for the team to be prepared.
In the second box was lightweight under armor made of a futuristic mesh substance… The thin mesh patterns caused the armor to provide exceptional protection versus anything below the neck line and above the waist. These armors have been proven some of the lightest and most durable versus high velocity - sudden impact ammunitions and even tested well in the incident where a Agent was smacked by a Rogue Tyrant… causing a considerable amounts of damage to the vestments lining but pretty much keeping the vestment in working order. This vestment does not exclude any other armors that the Agent may be used to wearing but is strongly recommended to be in use under it.
Tactical Movement Tracker. This device tracks the movement of any living or undead being within a certain radius. Having it equipped will allow the Agent to track movements and plan the next assault with comfort and ease to certain extents. Some movements are recorded to the tracker… showing if the movement is that of a normal human or full blown mutant. A trackers best friend, indeed.
The index finger would launch out to the calls outgoing button as Mr. Marlboro chimed out in a very peculiar voice…
“ Those that are assigned for the extraction portion of {OSK} please report to the Helipad for immediate departure. Ammunition and gear should be checked and noted for possible damages or apparent malfunctions before you enter the helicopter. And with all due respect… please have your medic check you for any contaminations or physical stress if needed, your medics name is Agent Collerette and she will be tending to serious wounds and the like. If you have any welcoming statements or such… please feel free to discuss it on your way. As soon as you hit the Area of Operations… be prepared for anything…”
The statement was quick and to the point. He did not feel the need to confuse anyone with a long drawn out speech as they were pressed for time and his patience was something that should not be tampered with. The sooner Sharne was confronted the sooner Mr. Marlboros mind would be set at ease. Part of him felt happy and inquisitive while the other felt a dark and sinister plot unfolding to this newly found mystery. What exactly have these men decided to use {Serpent’s Kiss} for and why have they not yet found any leads to why Russian Terrorists wish to control the new prototype BOW? His mind raced for the correct answers to his questions but each small notion drew a serious blank… This was not good by any means.
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The helicopter would hum to life with the quick rotations of the blades swinging over head. Dust and other particles would leap off the ground in a series of random popping motions as the air became thick with the smell of fuel. The transportation to the mission zone was ready except for the Agents that were to be assigned to this delicate {Single Extraction} guided with a {Kill on Sight} mission into the ruins of Mexico. The helicopter was equipped with seat lining either side of the unit… people would be forced to sit across from each other while buckled up while that Captain will be able to sit near the cockpit of the unit to get a better feel for safety reasons. The side door is capable of sliding out and dismantling completely if the need for air to surface firing combat is need… although it is strongly suggested not to dismember the armor… The cabin itself has had the rotary noise reduced by lining soundproof barriers within the lightweight armor of the aircraft. It moves most quickly for a dual rotor transportation unit and those that are not familiar with the make will be surprised to be moving so quickly.
The Co-Pilot stands at ready just outside the vehicle in full salute as if to wait on the others for the initial take off. He is garbed in a basic flight suite and armed with a combat knife at his waist. He seemed to have the information needed to help any take their place on the vehicle. Although, it was pretty self explanatory from those that had previous knowledge of transportation such as this. Perhaps he was just there for the sheer image of him being there. Who know? For now everyone would need to take a seat in the Helicopter and prepare for immediate takeoff.
{’Don‘t be left behind.’}
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Airport
Apr 15, 2010 23:51:47 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 15, 2010 23:51:47 GMT -5
Overcast covered the majority of the blues sky, harbingers peeled across the landscape in the distance. It'd be a grinding contrast moving from the weather in Florida to the clear, burning skies of Mexico. Pandora had chosen to walk to the heliport; she was already on her way before Marlboro had put the message forth to everyone. Primarily it was because she'd had too much time before the operation began; secondarily due to the slight bump the transport humvees seemed to have in the dirt road leading to the airport, Pan simply found it a little uncomfortable. The one sightedness was a little offputting however, more than once she found she was going off the trail into the nature strip quickly correcting herself and glancing about reassuring herself no one had seen the blunder. The airport came into view; heli bay off to one side with a olive drab Sikorsky being the only resident of the four big, yellow 'H's.
Climbing the staircase brought the discovery that Pan was the first on site. A man stood outside the chopper in a salute posture, solid as a statue. Pandora, a little unsure what to do, saluted in return. There was never a general formality among S.T.A.R.S. no solid use of salutes, so typically it wasn't something Pandora was used to. Pan shuffled over to the opposite side of the chopper, distinctly a M134 Gattling Gun sat in an upright position besides the closed door. Evidence proved it would slight out and knock down into position with little effort if it needed to be put into use. Pan was keen, but generally that occupation was reserved for the co-pilot; she looked back to the man at salute outside the chopper, shrugged, and took place beside the minigun if it was ever needed to be put into 'good' use. She ran her hand across the barrel and span it.
Vehicles approached likely meaning the rest of the people on the operation were hear to fire things up. Pandora drew her blu-tooth headset and sat it over her ear, she'd be needing it if she wanted to hear any chatter from the cockpit or any of her peers around her. It snagged on the elastic of the eye patch giving her the small reminder. She pulled it off and blinked furiously as blinding light penetrated her iris, holding her hand up over her left eye. Pan took it in steps, letting more an more light through the gaps of her fingers until finally she could take her hand away entirely. The image was still blurred, and it meshed incorrectly with the normality of her right eye creating a very peculiar image. The Velvet agent brushed her hair behind her ear and held her hands out in front of herself, idealy focusing between each of them every five seconds. Gradually she noticed the blurring image coming back to reality, evening itself, leveling out. One final blink and the left hand was as sharp as the right... if not sharper. Pan smiled a little, happy, tucking the patch into the slot in the seat beside her. One hand to back holster, one to her left side magazine pouches, one more check to her right and her check was clear; sitting back straight and patient.
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Airport
Apr 16, 2010 0:41:59 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Apr 16, 2010 0:41:59 GMT -5
Spencer was sitting shotgun in a rather large olive-drab colored Humvee, which was bouncing and shuttering at every tiny rock and bump in the makeshift road. His right arm was resting on the rolled down sill of the window on the door to his right. His rifle was resting across his chest, the barrel pointing up above his left shoulder. The driver seemed to look like a civilian- he was wearing a Hawaiian flower shirt and khaki shorts. He felt uneasy, seeing how joyous this man was dressed in such a gloomy condition. There were two other younger men in the seats behind him, both fully donned in tight-fitting BDU's and tactical vests, MP-5's strung across their torsos and their helmets off, hair blowing in the wind as they stared out either side of the humvee, taking in the stark environment.
Soon, the yard came into view. His eyes were immediately drawn to the chopper on one of the painted yellow H's on the ground. He took in the area, noticing a large bay to the left. He's been here before, but it's been quite a long time since he first touched down. The Humvee roared up to the staircase and parked horizontally on one side. The engine died down as the two men in back stood up and hopped off the humvee, making the weight of the car lessen and bounce back up slightly. The man in the Hawaiian shirt gave Spencer a nod and a wave as he shooed him off the Humvee. Spencer grunted and moved his right hand down to open the door, swinging it ajar and stepping out. The vehicle roared to life and screeched off, leaving a dark streak on the pavement.
Spencer gave his shoulder a shrug, sliding the rifle's strap back into a comfortable position as he stepped up the stairs. His eyes locked onto the statue of a man standing near the rear of the chopper now. The man saluted as Spencer neared. He nodded to the man and walked closer to the helicopter, noticing Pandora already inside. As he neared, he moved the rifle from his shoulder to his right arm as he ducked inside, stepping on the mesh floor and planting himself on the bench directly across from the cockpit. He turned and lifted his rifle upwards and set it up on a pair of hooks directly above his head and then turned back around and moved to put his fingerless-gloved hands on his knees. He turned his head to Pandora and gave her a grin.
"Looks like you beat me this time," he said in a sarcastic yet lighthearted tone.
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Kruger
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Airport
Apr 16, 2010 0:50:29 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Apr 16, 2010 0:50:29 GMT -5
Lee sat in the passenger seat of the last humvee in the group. In his haste he had realized that he had forgotten to grab a mic and asked the driver if he could use a extra one that was in the humvee. His rifle sat on his side with the barrel facing up toward the roof of the humvee. To Lee this wasn't the most comfortable rides he has had but however he was thankful to get a ride at all. The driver said that he could barrow a mic and as they where driving Lee tried it on under his gas mask to see if it would fit. Thankfully for him it did as the airport came into view. He then opened the door as the humvee's came to a stop at the airport entrance and he jogged over toward the heliport. When he got there he only saw one helicopter on the four landing pads.
As he got closer he could see a man standing in front of it. He walked up with his gas mask in one hand and his helmet in the other as he walked up to the helicopter. He saw that the way the man was dressed that he was the pilot but what was odd for him was that the man was standing outside of it giving an unflinching salute. Lee knowing that most pilots out ranked him he dropped his helmet and gave a salute back. He then bent over to pick up his helmet and proceed to get in the helicopter. As he got on he saw same girl that was in the firing range that mourning.
A strange feeling went over him as he remembered her almost breaking the door as she went out of it. He also saw Cpt. Spencer as he looked at the opened seats and saw that she was already on the one next to the gattling gun. He then decided to take the seat across from her so that he would be one of the first ones off. He strapped on his helmet and put the gas mask in his pants side pocket. His Sig 556 laid across his lap with its sling around his neck. He looked up at Spencer and said:
"Captain sir what are the orders?"
His voice was low over the engine and propellers of the helicopter turning. While waiting for a response he turned his head to look at the two other guys that were going with them. The sun shining through the clouds brighten up the pad for only a second.
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Airport
Apr 16, 2010 2:30:31 GMT -5
Post by hades on Apr 16, 2010 2:30:31 GMT -5
Dean stepped out of one of the other vehicles, pausing a moment to make sure he didn't snag any of his gear on the doors. He looked around at the other people at the chopper, and nodded a simple greeting at the others before looking over to the captain. He had heard the other man ask what the orders were, and just said, "reporting for duty sir." He climbed into the chopper, seating himself in one of the other chairs and making sure that his machine gun was situated properly. The hundred round mag felt a tad bulky, but he figured that it would be worth it in case a heavy duty situation occured, and if need be he had multiple 30 round mags on him. To anyone not familiar with the gun, it appeared to be a thompson smg on steroids, the forward handle allowing him to exert good control over it while firing from the hip or from the shoulder. He pulled his mic out of one of the pockets on his vest, slipping it on.
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Airport
Apr 16, 2010 8:43:30 GMT -5
Post by Amelie on Apr 16, 2010 8:43:30 GMT -5
Amelie didn't have the time to answer that much after that because Mr.Marlboro ordered to stop at the armory and gathered few things. For himself, for her or both? She didn't know. 'I guess I'll know that in time' Soon after, her boss signaled to the BSAA to come over to the helipad where they could get in the cockpit and go for their mission, yet there was now four members. Amelie didn't really know much on their assignment so she guessed there was probably one or two other members but from now on it didn't look like anymore. She went in the cockpit with the others and simply sat on any left seat. Everyone smiled as she entered. 'I guess that's a welcoming smile...' she thought and smiled back. They looked nice, even if they were used like puppies by Tricell... In any case, she had to deal with them rather she liked them or not, but for now it was okay. "I know Mr.Marlboro named me but I'd like to present myself. I'm Amelie Collerette, your medic for this mission."
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Airport
Apr 17, 2010 12:05:04 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 17, 2010 12:05:04 GMT -5
Tenacious grim enveloped Pandora as the medic stepped into the helicopter; up to this point every stone had been set evenly, standard operation. Collerette contradicted everything. For starters: a Tricell, combat related individual being involved with the operation when Marlboro had specifically sought out the help of the B.S.A.A. Moreover, any of the career medics at the HQ could have simply been involved with the Op; after a brief glance at the female Pan's inspection placed her nowhere under the loadout of 'Field Medic' either. The equipment for the job was there, everything else didn't go with it though leaving the assumption that she was much more than just a medic. Pan smiled precariously as the new addition swapped eye contact with everyone before changing her attention.
Roaring rotor blades overhead picked up, the helicopter coming to life; the co-pilot turned to all of them
"Is that everyone?"
Albeit they all had their headsets, shouting was still a requirement. After Spencer had held out the universal signal of 'OK' (I.e. index and thumb together in a circle) the co-pilot jumped onboard and slid the door shut holding out his thumb to the pilot and shaking it up and down. Pandora grabbed hold of her seat and worked on digging her feet into the floor as the chopper made its first, unpredictable, lurch, then started gaining altitude. Pandora tapped her headset once, "Will Mr. Marlboro have any effect on this mission?" she queried; not particularly to anyone, as she was unsure who would be able to answer her. Not until Collerette had gotten involved, it was the last thought that hadn't occurred to her... The co-pilot spoke up.
"That's been relayed to the pilot and I. We'll be circling your AO the entire time recording the whole engagement. How long you guys take isn't an issue, if it takes too long we're swapping shifts with some of our buddies from the South America branch. Once you guys have the info we need we can send it straight back to HQ and get it over to the agents in Russia so that we don't waste any time. Hammond Marlboro will have a line in to everyone the entire time,"
Explanation sound, Pandora nodded and returned to the now shrinking ground below her out the window. So Marlboro would be able to contact Collerette; comfort metre dropping; what ended up happening in Russia would draw Pan to her conclusion. At this stage it just involved patience.
Sun high in the sky. B.S.A.A. Florida disappearing behind them. The battle against a hotheaded Leviathan commenced.
)(Dean, Lee, Spencer, Amelie and Pandora have all left for the Settlements in Mexico
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Airport
Jun 30, 2010 22:18:42 GMT -5
Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 30, 2010 22:18:42 GMT -5
(Alex Waynright enters)
Alex stepped out of the armory as the sun was setting. He was armed to the teeth but only wish he could bring more. If it were up to him he would be wearing semi-automatics like snowshoes. The minutes were ticking by and his sister had sent the sos fifteen hours ago. With snowgear in one hand he looked over the blueprints in the other. The communications building was just outside the main entrance. The most likely spot for her to be. That and he could feel it. Just like they could when they were kids. He also knew she was still alive.
With his arrival at the chopper he walked up the ramp in the back towards the cockpit. They were inside a carrier choper. Ones used to transport heavy artillery and had room for nearly one hundred troops. Popping his head in he saw the pilot and signaled him to start it up. As he heard the sounds of the bird coming to life he sat down on a crate near the back awaiting his team-mates. While waiting he decided to take out one of his D-Eagles and give it a look over.
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Airport
Jun 30, 2010 22:46:23 GMT -5
Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 30, 2010 22:46:23 GMT -5
(Trenton arrives from Downtown Raccoon City) Trenton steps into the helicopter and nods to Alex. "I'm the guy from Kilo North, don't expect any back-up from our end though. Someone shot up our facility and everyone else is doing damage control." Stepping closer Trenton sits directly across from Alex and rubs his hip. He really hated fulton extraction but given the short notice, he didn't have too many other options. "You really think we'll need something that big?" He asks as he tosses his duffle bag underneath his legs, looks at his USP compact then back to the Desert Eagle. "I smuggled out a couple of flashbangs and smoke grenades, but I figured we're only dealing with Infected."
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Airport
Jun 30, 2010 23:01:02 GMT -5
Post by Kan on Jun 30, 2010 23:01:02 GMT -5
(Justin Inman enters)
Two agents step out onto the ramp, one wearing a standard Tan based north american uniform and the other wearing slightly worn ACUs, the two talk with each other as they approach the copter. On closer look one would be able to see the dressings for wounds and fresh scars on the BSAA agent in the tan uniform, "Hey, be safe out there man, you come back alive, for Aviles and the others" the agent says to the ACU clad man.
The man in the ACU tries to grin, adjusts his ruck and does a quick bro hug, "Focus on gettin better man, I don't wanna lose another friend because of that d*mn disk, I'll see you when i get back." Inman says to his squadmate before walking up onto the chopper, giving a simple head nod to agent Waynright, and barely a second glance to the other guy.
Inman sets his shotgun against his seat and sets his ruck infront of him. Inside the bag is a lightweight soft armor carrier and a simply MOLLE load bearing vest kitted out for his shotgun, Inman having decided to leave his heavy armor back at the apartment, no need for the extra weight for this mission. Along with the combat equipment he had his old T.F.P./Army issue Cold Weather layer system, all in the UCP pattern, granted he wasn't in the army anymore but, snow environment and urban style combat, works better than his standard tan loadout.
The agent leans back against the back of the seat, his subdued BSAA patches matching his ACU uniform can be seen. "So whats your story merc?" He asks the non BSAA agent, having assumed he was a mercenary.
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