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Airport
Jun 30, 2010 23:16:08 GMT -5
Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 30, 2010 23:16:08 GMT -5
Aelx looked up. However he didn't look at the two but past them. He started putting his weapon back together. "There are over two-hundred staff and patients on that base. A normal chopper couldn't rescue more that five. The admiral has high hopes about the rescue. That and we need the extra fuel and its weight helps us get through the ant-arctic storms intact." He then looked at Trenton, the 'supposed' merc.
"He has a gun...so he's coming. You two know the situation?"
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 1, 2010 0:20:08 GMT -5
Trenton nods. "200 plus people in a facilty that's supposedly come down under a T infection. You know as well as I do that we're probabaly only gonna rescue a handful. As far as data and suppressing infected numbers, that's your guys job, my job is to restore radio contact then catch up with you guys." Trenton says to the man carrying the Desert Eagle, he then turns to the other man. "I'm from a Private Security company called Kilo North. We normally work for rich paranoid types but when the second outbreak hit we partnered with BSAA for some deniable work, mainly in Isreal. Kinda makes this op interesting, Kilo North has to be requested and paid for privately by someone working either in or through the BSAA and not by the BSAA itself. Someone really wants me or someone else from KN on this op. And that someone must have some influence." Trenton looks at his duffle bag and smiles a bit to himself. "Sir!" he says to the man with the Desert Eagle, before pulling out two flashbangs and a smoke grenade. "Chances are, you'll need them more than me, I've got one more smoke and another flash in the bag if you think you'll need those too." Trenton handed the grenades over and saw his Umbrella tattoo was exposed...
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 1, 2010 0:30:34 GMT -5
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Former Umbrella huh?" He then re-holstered his side-arm and stood up sizing the man. "Seems you guys have really been coming out of the woodwork lately. Stories of betrayal and what-not. Were you an inmate? Recruited for their task force team?" Sighing he swiftly darted his hand out grabbing one of the grenades, pulled the pin and placed it into Trentons fist, the one with the logo on it. He then walked back to the crate with pin in hand holding it out. "Tell me." He then turned and observed every gesture, twitch and eye-movement for a signal of truth. Sighing he spoke up calmly. "Do I have to worry about you?"
OOC: Im going to assume your character holds down the lever to keep it from becomming active.
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 1, 2010 0:59:01 GMT -5
Trenton frowned a bit, looked at the hand holding the smoke grenade then back to the leader. "No more than anyone else here. Look, I know the report says we're looking at a former Umbrella scientist, and me having the logo inked into my arm doesn't make me the most trustworthy, but...I got the tattoo because my sister worked for Umbrella before the Raccoon incident, I also got it before everything about Umbrella went public. I'm barely into my twenties, I couldn't be UBCS or Umbrella even if I wanted to." Trenton looked at the grenade again then back to the man with the pin. "Can I have it back? I can't see too much use for this, but if we need it, I'd rather not be a signal short if we need to change evac sites."
(Duh, only an idiot lets there be any chance of the spoon flying off.)
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 1, 2010 1:12:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Throws back pin, waits for others to post)
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Post by Col. Bradley on Jul 1, 2010 9:39:12 GMT -5
[Col. Bradley enters]
"The rest of the team is ready to deploy Colonel," a voice chimed to Jim's left as he passed by onto the tarmac. His head looking up briefly to the skies. Clear and sunny, perfect day for a flight. He checked his equipment once more as he had many many times before whilst his heavy booted steps brought him closer to the transport which was ready for takeoff. He gave one last glance back towards the base as he swiftly boarded onto the helicopter, taking a seat next to Trenton, as he quickly glanced over the men assigned to this mission.
He had read up on the profiles of the top operatives in this location, and had versed himself on the mission specifics twice. He glanced over at Justin and gave a brief nod. A fellow military man, who no doubt already knew who he was. His steely blue eyes then flicked over and locked onto Alex, completely ignoring Trenton, and particularly to the excessive armament the younger man was equipped with. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and nodded towards Alex's loadout.
"Kind of heavy for a rescue mission son. There something we should know about?"
He stated with a flat even tone, his eyes not wavering from Alex's as the pilot prepped for takeoff.
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Airport
Jul 1, 2010 13:41:03 GMT -5
Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 1, 2010 13:41:03 GMT -5
Trenton slides the pin back in and slowly takes his hand off the spoon. Trenton glances at the colonel before shifting a little out of his way. Trenton wasn't very found of officers, a bad habit from his enlisted days, but this guy just reminded him a lot of the guys who court martialed him. Trenton ignores the bad blood and secures his equipment, guessing that the team leader wasn't interested in the grenades, Trenton straps them down next to his ammunition and Comm tools.
(Sorry for the high post frequency, had to put that pin back in...)
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Airport
Jul 1, 2010 15:15:12 GMT -5
Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 1, 2010 15:15:12 GMT -5
Alex looked up at Bradnly and nodded. "Colonel." He then hit the side of the hull twice and the back hatch began to close. "I hope you don't mind but I was hoping we could drop the titles for this mission. When the hatch closed the props picked up as did the chopper. "We need the extra room for survivors, some possibly in stretchers. We need the extra fuel and this chopper can get through the arctic storms better then your common attack chopper." Looking back at Trenton he looked at his gear.
Grenades are good, but I suggest frags over smoke bombs. We know that smoke does nothing to zeds since they also go by smell. We don't know everything about the enemy but we were informed that they were infected. I have nothing against them I just don't use them. I find them too sloppy. Statistics show a great portion of friendly fire can be linked to greenhorns mishandling them...which...now that I think about it I just did. I apologize. You seem more than capable though so if you feel they will be effective then by all means bring them." He then looked back at Bradley.
"Bardley...can I call you Bradley? I know you are a great tactition. But I am team captain. Knowing your backround however I think it would be benificial if you took command during combat situations. However, when outside of combat I wish to take the lead." Suddenly the chooper rocked. "I hope none of you have airsickness."
(Team now at ABRAM labs)
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Airport
Sept 12, 2010 12:23:45 GMT -5
Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 12, 2010 12:23:45 GMT -5
[-.Felix Loup enters the Airport.-] The rotors began to whir, the Black Hawk was readying as the pilot was pressing buttons and turning knobs. The helicopter's rotors spun slowly at first as there was conversations from the cockpit to the control tower. A lone man was walking from the B.S.A.A. headquarters towards the helicopter with a rifle slung over his shoulder, arm over his forehead to block the sun and wind from hitting him. His fingerless gloved hands lifted his body into the Helicopter, legs lifting and guiding him to a seat. "Uhh, control, this is Delta R72, all lights are green and we're set to go. Over.""Roger that Delta R72, you're cleared for take-off. Good luck out there."Felix Loup looked over towards the sliding door which had been wide open, his arm reached over and pulled. His age was catching up to him as he had some troubles closing it, the door sliding closed as he fell back into his seat. A soft exhale escaped his lips as he looked out the window, feeling the Helicopter slowly start to lift up into the sky. His thoughts blocked out the sound as his memory overtook him. 24 hours prior... "Felix, I've got a small job for you." Commander Richardson had entered Felix's room in the middle of his work-out session. Arms lifting his body as he did another pull-up, Felix looked back at his commander and dropped to his feet. Wiping his hands and neck with the towel that was resting on his nightstand, Felix watched his commander blinking. "What is it?" Decorated commander, cliche military outfit, felt like he was looking at himself when he was discharged from the French military...Just without the eye patch. Richardson didn't break his stance, arms behind his back and body erect. "I want you to head to Raccoon city, check out the Police Department. There were mentions of S.T.A.R.S. members from before the nineteen ninety eight outbreak that were talking about this mess. Head over there, see if you can get information from reports that might be there about this. Perhaps they know something we can use." "Any other details?" "You'll be dropped in via chopper, you'll have seventy-two hours to retrieve as much information as you can before you're extracted at the police department's heliport where you were inserted. If you find any survivors, they are to be extracted with you." "Got it." Present time... When Felix came to, he realized he'd been in the air and they were already a good hour or so into the flight. A soft sigh escaped his lips, he opened his pocket and pulled a cigarette from the box within. He placed it in his lips as he searched his pockets for a lighter, lighting it up as he leaned his head towards the window and looked out. Exhaling a soft breath of smoke, it was gonna be a long trip... [-.Felix moves to Raccoon City, Outskirts..-]
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cronus
Alive
Somethings stay the same while others never seem to change.
Posts: 42
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Airport
Dec 11, 2010 23:25:21 GMT -5
Post by cronus on Dec 11, 2010 23:25:21 GMT -5
[Enter Chris Skye.]
A small black dot could be see off the horizon from the airport of the B.S.A.A Headquarters. The two pilots began making preparations to land with a quick call into the flight directors at the tower. However, Chris had remained slightly in the back with his headphones and glasses on, his eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest. A small beep could be heard inside his headset as a voice called out to him over the sounds of the rotors, "Ehh we will be touching down in about 15 minutes sir.....Got your gear ready and al..." A deep but, straight forward voice cut the pilot off as he spoke out to him over his headset, "Just get me there.....Then you two can go back to your lives."
An awkward silence lingered for a few moments before the pilot spoke back out to him with a slight chuckle, "Roger that Chris.....I do hope you find your friends.....I know you have been looking for them for quite awhile......How long has it been now? 10 12 years?" Chris slowly rose to his feet as he peered outside the window looking over the area below him, " 15 years.....I had actually had a birthday during the outbreak. If the B.S.A.A has evidence they are still alive then I have to find them as simple as that." At this point in time the chopper lingered over the airport. Slowly, making its decent down to the ground, the doors would quickly slide open as the figure jumped out of the chopper to be greeted by two officials. "Welcome Mr. Skye glad you finally decided to join us. I'm...." Not really in the mood for introductions, Chris breezed past the two as he proceeded towards the headquarters. "Sorry....I don't have time to waste....Let's just get down to business so I can get on the field." A two hour time advancement.... Chris was now geared up and ready to go back out on the field. The files in hand said he was now headed back to the place where it all began for him last time, "The outskirts of Raccoon City....Arklay Mountains....This is where it started last time and ironically that's where its going to begin again." An arm extended to the door opening it for Chris as he was greeted by the same pilots from before with a big grin on their faces, "LONG TIME NO SEE PAL! WE ARE GONNA BE YOUR CHAUFFEURS!" A small smirk appeared on Chris's face as he took the pilot by the arm and climbed aboard. "Well.....It's time I went back under my codename.....Cronus. So let's not waste anymore time and get back to the Raccoon City area...." [Exit to Arklay Mountains]
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Airport
Dec 15, 2010 1:23:53 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Dec 15, 2010 1:23:53 GMT -5
(Kevin entering the Airport)
Kevin had gotten his things ready. All he was doing now is going through his belonging. He counted twelve clips for his RFB plus another twelve for his M110. He placed them in either side of his Tac-vest. He also checked his bag to make sure his ghilli was snugged in and his night vision optic scope was secured. His weapons were cased. It only took him about five minutes to get ready and another five to get out of the apartment, and with at least a minute an a half to reflect what happen back at Sherry's place. He thought about saying "listen, I'm sorry if i seem more better then you, but I am what I am." but just saying it wasn't really going to make her feel all good.
Kevin also thought he knows what he was working with. A person who just want to be partners, not friends, but just partners. In this line of work, friends could get you killed. At least that what some think. And another was some type of weakness, she seem weak about something. Kevin could care less if Sherry was weak, it wasn't going to both him any way or shape of form. He didn't mind being with a partner, but it was concerning him. Whatever she says to me, just respond back without p!ssing her off with your marine bulls*** he told himself and with that he stood, relaxed, calm, cool, and focus.
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Airport
Dec 15, 2010 4:35:03 GMT -5
Post by Winters on Dec 15, 2010 4:35:03 GMT -5
Carrying the duffel bag with one arm on her shoulder, Sherry moved along the runway of the airport. Their chopper was #46, and was all prepped and ready for liftoff within ten minutes. Upon arriving to the chopper, she threw the large bag inside, and then climbed inside. Noticing Kevin had been just arriving at the same time as her was reassuring, the partner knows when to stick close. She knew that the ride was going to be pretty long, and with the marine sitting in the chopper with them, a conversation would have to come up eventually. Which wasnt a terrible thing, give them both a good opportunity to make a game plan.
As the chopper lifted off the ground, Sherry looked parallel to Kevin, and then spoke out as the doors closed. "Ill just say it right now. I picked you for a reason, the moment I saw you, I saw something. It was a true soldier who knew his stuff. Just by the way you fired that gun of yours, I knew you were the right choice. Didnt mean to kick you out of the apartment that quick, its just Colonel Jenkins. He was a friend of my fathers, always used to look out for me when dad wasnt around. I hate it when he tries to think of himself as something more then just a higher up. I respect his authority, but he doesnt think I have it in me to be a soldier, not like you. I chose you to prove him wrong, dont take it personally, Marine..."
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Airport
Dec 15, 2010 11:35:04 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Dec 15, 2010 11:35:04 GMT -5
Kevin nodded. "Just a little worried that I was insulting you by accident, thats all, but I'm glade you picked me for this." The chopper's rotters was started to pick up, which met talking in a ready chopper was going to be diffuclt and also hearing. the only wayto communicate clearly during the ride now was through the headsets. He handed her a headset and grabbed another one for himself, placing it over his head and cupped to the ears, the sound from the rotters made thing a lot less noisier. "In any case, if I talk to him again, I'll make sure he knows you did well," He gave sherry a reassuring wink then got to his game face. "Now. How are we going about the mission?" Kevin asked.
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Airport
Dec 15, 2010 15:57:20 GMT -5
Post by Winters on Dec 15, 2010 15:57:20 GMT -5
Grabbing the headset, Sherry slipped it onto her ears, checking to make sure it was working. She could hear Kevin well now, and was happy to know he was ready to talk about a game plan right off the bat. "Direct route to Vegas, we come in clean, check out how theyre holding old. Food, shelter, supplies, population, all of the statistics. If everything is as it should be, Vegas should be already well established and secure, we just need to confirm it..." Moving her arm down under the seat between Kevins legs, Sherry switched over the transmission frequency of the radio they would be using to communicate on. Vegas used jammers for all external lines that didnt run on the pre-assembled communications tower, for security reasons. They only broadcasted on a civilian radio station, getting the word out to the people.
"...More importantly, were going there to find John Chinook, dead or alive. Theyre not listening in on use right now, and once were in Vegas, they wont have a choice. If you have any last minute phone calls to make, better make them now, because once we land in Nevada is going to be just you and me, partner." Sherry didnt want to stop in Vegas, she wanted to land somewheres on the outskirts, within ten miles. "The pilot already knows the landing procedure."
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Airport
Dec 15, 2010 16:23:04 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Dec 15, 2010 16:23:04 GMT -5
Kevin nodded again. He left his cell at the apartment, because it wasn't a peace to bring on a mission., he looked out the window just think, about situation. He looked back over to her. Hopefully, this mission would go smooth by the numbers, but the most part, getting back in one peace.
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