Kruger
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Kruger on Apr 6, 2010 14:38:11 GMT -5
Lee went to at ease and being very careful with the weapon to make sure it doesn't hit the floor and get scrapped. In the back of his head he was thinking. Thinking about what if that person, Pandora, gets ****ed when they are in a unit together. He then started getting grim results in his mind. He then saw his Captain checking his watch. "Is there a problem Captain?" He then started wondering if it was something important or he is just checking his watch.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 6, 2010 15:45:13 GMT -5
Spencer shrugged,"No problem, I just have to go to a conference soon.".
He looked over at the quartermaster who was shifting through his drawers almost like he lost something. Spence then turned his attention back to Lee, then he gave him a nod.
"I'll be seeing you around."
He turned towards the door behind him and walked towards it, his hand pressing up against the glass as he pushed it open- there was a slight whine to the door as it swung open. He smirked as he walked out and the door swung shut with a creak. Spencer stepped out into the open air of the campus and breathed fresh air- it was getting around Afternoon, and he had to get ready for a meeting soon. His mind was still fresh of the high of the firing range, so he had tunnel vision. Headed to his apartment, he couldn't help but wonder about his next conference. Marlboro had struck a chord the other day, and he was itching to talk.
[Spencer has left the Firing Range]
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Kruger
Zombie Hunter
War cat dose not approve of your actions. 0.0
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Post by Kruger on Apr 6, 2010 18:54:18 GMT -5
As Spencer walked out Lee said: "Pleasure to meet you Captain Spencer." When he left Lee grabbed the rest of the clips and walked back to the both. He knew he was a better shot with a rifle than he was with a pistol. He turned to the data pad and punched in a wave of four cerberus's, five zombies, and one hunter. He took his stance and loaded his rifle as two zombies and a cerberus came into view. He aimed at the cerberus that started running full speed at him. It jumped up into the air at him and while in mid-air he let loose the short controlled burst. The cerberus then fell, whimpered a little and then disappeared. The zombies then started coming at him faster he quickly took aim and fired two more short controlled burst. One zombie fell with bullet holes in its head, neck, and shoulder. The other fell with one hole in its shoulder and two in its chest but it was still coming at him.
He pointed at the third zombie that was standing and fired a another burst. It fell to a head shot, the other two rounds missed. "Damn it" he muttered too himself as he saw the timer going down to ten seconds. He fired at the zombie that was crawling on the floor to finish it off. He heard a small ding and two zombies came out with one cerberus. He Knew he had half a clip left as he aimed at the cerberus. He let out a burst but it dodged it. The zombies started going as fast as they could while the cerberus kept him busy. He fired again and hit it in the spinal column, neck, and shoulder. It came to a sliding halt on the floor. He looked up and saw the two zombies right up on him. He then switched the rifle to full auto and unloaded the last nine rounds of his rifle at them. They both fell to head shots but the cerberus was still crawling at him with its front legs.
He reloaded a fresh clip and fired a burst at the creature and it disappeared. Lee then looked down range and saw what made him mutter "Son of a b*tch." It was two cerberus and the one hunter. The two cerberus started running at his flanks while the hunter charged him. He still had the gun on full auto when he shot at the cerberus on the right and killed. "Half of a left clip" Lee thought to himself as he started shooting at the other cerberus and killed it. He fired one shot at the hunters chest and then he heard a click. He let the clip fall to the floor as he quickly placed another one in. He then took aim at the hunter that was now five yards away. He opened fire with full auto until he heard the gun go click. He then looked at the hunter as the digital being screamed in pain and slumped over onto the floor dead.
Lee sighed and walked back to the quartermaster and gave back his gun with the clips. He then turned around and went out the door. He steeped outside and thought that he might ask if he had duty tonight or in the mourning.
[Lee Kruger has left the firing range]
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Post by soldier on Dec 3, 2010 23:29:46 GMT -5
(Starting Kevin Nuttinfield)
Marching down the firing range, Kevin looked around. It was 5 in the morning, which worked out for him just fine because it was his first day and it was opened around this time. There was a quartermaster there. kept his eyes on the door way and walked through it. "Hey!!" a shout came though the other room. Kevin stopped and turned to look at the quartermaster. "Me?" he replied confusingly. "Yes you. What the hell are you doing?" "Proceeding to the Range, sir. It is still open, right?" "I have to clear your weapon. Its mandatory in B.S.A.A."
Kevin sighed. wish I had brought coffee, he told himself. He walked over back to the other room to the counter and placed his case. "I'm sorry about that. Its day one for me, sir. I just joined yesterday." The quartermaster opened his case, which revealed his Kel tec RFB. "The Mexican guy was bragging about it yesterday, I know" The man went to the back. Kevin patiently waited, wondering when he'd see some action again. Zombie hunting in the BMR was a lot fun but also cruel when they messed around with the dead. His favorite was mutant shooting, it was challenging but dangerous.
"Let me know when you see walkers or angry clawed lizards or anything of the sort." the man shouted from the back. Kevin looked around in the room admiring the arsenal. "What do you mean?" The man walked back to the counter with the proper ammo for his rifle. "Had a problem couple days ago. Infected mutts, and them bad ass hunters were in the area when a few of our guys came and took care of the problem," He set the ammo box on the counter. "the zombies weren't nothing but damn when you got gods and lizards, they don't go together too well" He nodded, he picked up his one and only magazine from the case and started to load it. "Must of been one hell of a firefight" The quartermaster shrugged.
Kevin only left him a half smile. "Hunters are alerted by smell and sound, unlike lickers, they just go by sound. When I was in the marines working in BMR, we used there blood to make it smell like them and place a radio in the open," he set the mag down and picked up his RFB and grabbing the mag off the counter and slapping it in the rifle. " trick is for that, though is to stay out of sight." he cocked the rifle, loading a round in the chamber. The man looked at him weird, as if he was insane almost. Kevin sighed. "It was a marine thing. Permission to enter the range?" The man nodded, looking at him taking his case and setting it down in the quartermaster room. "granted"
Kevin re-entered the shooting range area and took the closest shooters booth. he took the ear muffs and placed it on his head over his ears. He tapped the button on the booth. In moments, a body target appeared, and with a instant of shouldering his rifle, he placed a accurate shot. "And oh yeah, rookie!" Kevin leaned back from his booth stopping the targets so he wouldn't miss one come out. "Yes?" The quartermaster chuckled and shook his head. "You failed. The hole thing with the zombies and hunter thing, it was a joke. We have a wave exercise on these ranges were you can shoot simulated targets" Kevin had believed his story for a split second. He was embarrassed-completely. "Welcome to the BSAA, kiddo" Kevin shook his head and gave him the thumbs up and started the shooting range back up, shooting the next target that came up.
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Post by Winters on Dec 7, 2010 18:19:34 GMT -5
Since the sun came up, the range had been open to the agents for practice use. There wouldnt be proper training classes today, least not until Friday. So that would mean you could get up early, and do some shooting without anyone bothering you. It wasnt exactly like the work in Vegas, no sir, this was a clean scenario. Who knows where they get this ammunition to burn, but even with that being said, every shot was taken like it was ones last. If you made it though the outbreak in one piece, the whole ten years, youd know how things were. Normally, firing your gun was the last resort, especially when out on the streets. They could come at you from all directions, swarm you, from the sound a single gunshot. This was different, this was just me and the range, nothing to distract you from taking that shot.
Gunshots echoed through the range with every pull of the trigger. Sherry had been shooting at the targets for an hour now, almost magnetically aiming for the head everytime, but not always placing one at long range. At least not with the handgun, which is what she needed to work on. Something with a little more kick. The python rocked up with every shot, the feeling of raw power in her hands made her feel even more secure then just being in the BSAA Headquarters, it gave her that sudden rush of adrenalin.
Hearing the sound of another gunshot ring off a few lanes down from her, Sherry had stopped to reload the cylinder with another six .357 rounds, hotloads this time. The other agent that was firing, she hasnt seem him before, getting a quick look at his face when he entered the booth. Must be a rookie. That got put her down, though, because she wasnt much of a veteran to the BSAA herself. Serving the years in Vegas was more then enough to get a reputation around here, but this guy was new, that was for certain. Remembering she was still holding the gun in her hand, Sherry looked down at one of the targets, and then took careful and, getting ready for the massive shot about to be fired.
"Arghhh!! S***! Dammit!" When the trigger was pulled, the burning hot casing has flew into the back of her shirt. Quickly flinging off the earmuffs with a jerk of her neck, she untucked her shirt, trying to get it out as quickly as possible without leading too much burn marks. As the casing fell onto the metal floor, it made a clink that almost taunted her. Leaning back against the cool metal helped, then she drove her elbow against it to blow off some steam. It was the mixture of old history and the unlucky mishap that made her freak out like that. But most of all, to the only other guy on the range, she hoped she didnt come across as being weak and unseasoned.
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Post by soldier on Dec 9, 2010 11:15:28 GMT -5
Kevin was racking up mostly effective kills. some he perffered to be non leathal shots. He notice for awhile that there was another personel in the range besides himself. He didn't want the distraction at all but his curiousity was nagging at him at the back of his head. He had to reload his RFB. he took his time to stop the course again to reload and give a quick look. It was a female at a bit of a fraction she looked at him he turned away and finsihed his reload and started the range back up. he took a quick aim and smirked.
During his time as a marine, he only seen one chick in his unit. she was a looker but also rebellious. it wasn't after she suffered from post tramatic stress after the outbreak of Raccoon city on operation back hand. if only his men could take back the sexist remarks. He sighed and shook the feeling off until his turn his head to the loud noise of the girl in pain. With a clink of a shell casing that fell by her, he knew that must of hurt like hell. Kevin missed three of his target from the distraction. Great! what a way to go back to rookie, twice. whatelse is new?, he stopped the training course again and looked over. "Hey? You alright?" He asked the girl.
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Post by Winters on Dec 9, 2010 16:39:48 GMT -5
(Hah! I just realized that the casing from my .357 wouldnt have got ejected. Since its a revolver... Lmfao, moving on...)
Not long after shaking it off, the other man in the range had spoken out to her, and Sherry really had no choice but to answer back with a tough remark. "Yeah, im fine. Just a f***ing, .357+P down my back, ive had worse..." Aiming the revolver back down the range, she fired off the last five rounds at the target all in a row, barely holding onto the gun but still accurate enough with her previous training. Laying the gun down to cool off, Sherry leaned back against the metal again, feeling the soothing touch against the small burn marks. "...Only got a few more, then I promise ill be out of here. Sorry if I scared you."
Without really letting the man answer, Sherry picked up the gun again, and then spun the cylinder open. However, she grabbed a plastic baggy from her pocket, and let these casings land inside with the others she used while at the range. Saving them would be a good idea. She could sort out which ones could be used again, and construct some of her own ammunition to save whatever the BSAA had left over. After putting the baggy back in her pocket, Sherry jerked the gun up with one hand in a ready pose. Firing off one quick round after this combination, she was surprised at how horrible of a shot it had been, hitting onto the stomach. To a person, maybe it mightve been a good shot. But with those walkers, it wouldve been just another wasted round of ammunition.
After dishing out her last set, Sherry put the remaining casings into her bag, and then holstered her Python. Slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder, she walked out of her lane, and then began speaking to the quartermaster. "I know you always give me a hard time, but im taking this with me. I dont have any live ammunition. Just, I like having this with me, rules or no rules." The quartermaster saw something in her that reassured him that she was harmless, and it would do her more good, if it made her feel safer. Without even speaking, she was handed a registration form and pen. Sherry smiled, and then gave him a nod before sitting down on one of the benches behind the rookie agent, who was still on the range shooting.
Scribbling down above the blank spaces on the paper, Sherry kind of paused everytime gunfire was heard. It wasnt the place to be doing paper work, but she was almost used to it. Getting comfortable would be your downfall, especially out there in the real world. Thats what caught everybody off guard the most after the outbreak started again, they all got too comfortable. Even she herself did, nobody knew it was going to happen twice, we just got careless. But it wasnt anybodies fault, everything just happened so fast. Having this gun with her made Sherry feel more safe, because she knows how quickly things can turn for the worst, no matter how secure you feel. After the paperwork was filled out, she set it on the bench beside her, and then rested back against the wall.
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Post by soldier on Dec 10, 2010 11:36:24 GMT -5
Kevin continued to fire a shot into the target were the kidneys would be, a burst in the chest, and a double tap shot to the head. Kevin knew she was sitting behind him. There was nothing wrong with talk to one and get to know them and all that goods. After that target got pulled out the next one came up. With his kill instant running, he placed a shot in the head once again. "You didn't scare me, just to let you know." He finally said without looking at her. It was the worse way to break the ice, but it was better then nothing. another target came into his line of fire, he took a three shot first into the head of the target then an place shot at the chest. "How long have you been with the BSAA?" after another target came into his line of fire, he place two shot in the shoulder each then the head.
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Post by Winters on Dec 10, 2010 13:44:07 GMT -5
Sherry could see the man firing the gun off with perfection, scoring all the right shots. He was much better with a gun than she was, her field was more toned toward the medical side of the BSAA. Emotional trauma, stress, or just a bite on the arm. Always hoping it wasnt the latter, thats the only time her job got hard. Putting somebody out of their misery was the tricky bit, but she surprisingly got used to it. It helped shape who she is today, for the better or for the worse.
When the man spoke out, Sherry was a little speechless, but then responded to his question, with one of her dragged on stories. "Since it was formed, but ive served more time in Vegas Security. I was in the scavenging division for three years, medical for six, and the last year ive spent on the offensive. Not too sure how much you know about Vegas, the new Vegas, actually. Still walled off, even after the original outbreak. Lucky for them people didnt have the heart to tear it down. It was more like a national monument, but since the outbreak picked back up where it left off, its more like a life savor, ya know? Ive been meaning to check back up on the soldiers their, my friends, my family. But the BSAA has me for the next year at least. Just another day at the office..."
The part that made her sick was how she could even talk about a global scale viral epidemic so calmly, just like the world never even changed. Sherry got used to how things were during the 1998 outbreak. Through the four years the world was secure, she was almost disappointed. Things had finally settled down. There was no terrorism, no racism, no religious disputes. It was either you were alive, or your not. "...Does that make me a terrible person?"
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Post by soldier on Dec 11, 2010 7:09:17 GMT -5
Kevin took his time listen to her and shooting targets. just listen to her talk, he was able for to know a her for once without someone yapping about other things and why he took the job instead of the one he kept. When she mentioned New Vegas he paused for a full three seconds. "I heard stories," he replied taking the shot at the target then stopped paused the targets to reload. "Before the second outbreak it was said that three out of six cities..." He took a few bullets from the ammo box and manually started to put bullets in the mag.
"I was stationed in Norristown at the time, since every Op mission was booked in Raccoon. So they had national guards, marines (which I was in), even few Ranger platoons were sent to Philadelphia for a rescue op then a Mop up operation," He slapped the fresh mag at the back of his RFB then he turned to look at her in the eyes. "but anyway a store short, there was a US Ranger talking about the "near" down fall of Vegas" He cocked his rifle, putting a round in the chamber.
He started the range back up and turned around still getting well shots but until she asked if it made herself a terrible person. He paused a full three seconds again then paused the range again then turned around. He held his gun by the grip, barrel to the floor. "It doesn't. I have family back in Philly that I would like to check up on, even for the guys back in BMR branch. but I just got here yesterday, So know the feeling" Somehow he knew the 'you don't understand' would ring up in her head or come out her mouth, but could she blame Kevin for trying to get know someone?
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 6:21:20 GMT -5
Listening to the mans own story, Sherry was glad to have actually met somebody in the BSAA that was more then willing to just share a background with. She felt comfortable, for one reason or another. Maybe he was the opportunity she was looking for. Whether or not he would be interested was another question, but first, one other came to mind. Probably shouldve came to mind earlier, just never got the chance. On second though, Sherry wanted to approach him in the most professional sense, so she held off on the question. When she got the opportunity to speak again, Sherry questioned out straight and serious.
"Looking for an excuse to go back to Vegas, check up on the military there, see if they need anything. We dont have any agents there currently, not even since the outbreak started up. Problem is, I cant do it alone, have to have at least one other partner. Not sure if your interested, but if you are, drop by my apartment..." She then walked out of the range, and handed the paperwork over to the quartermaster before leaving. She knew that if the guy was interested at all, he would have no problem finding her apartment. Sherry hoped he would, however. She needed somebody she didnt know, a stranger she could trust. A co-worker. A partner.
[Sherry leaves the Firing Range, enters her apartment]
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Post by soldier on Dec 12, 2010 17:28:08 GMT -5
Kevin nodded. Giving an excuse now wasn't really his thing, but he did need some action before he went nuts. It was something he could. "Well...I always wanted to visit Vegas. Sure why not." after she walked off, he watched her leave the range.all hot up for a date, eh? he said in his head, trying to make himself smile, but he couldn't. There was something about her was just so tragic. "Best to head up..." he muttered to himself then started to cock the bullets out the chamber one by one and picked them up and drop them in the box. There was some good amount of rounds left. He walked over to the quartermaster's room. it was a different person though, not like the one from this morning "My case, please," he pointed out to him. The young man gave him his case and took the ammo box from him. Kevin looked at his watch, he had really killed some time. "Off to her apartment then." as he left the shooting range with his case there only one thing he had wish he did. Give his name to her.
(Kevin is off to sherry Apartment.)
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Jan 21, 2012 12:04:19 GMT -5
the range was loud and lively as John went in. several agents were having a competition and others were betting on who would be the winner. as he went up to the quartermaster, the agents started shooting, and the spectators were cheering and groaning along with the shots. "Lively aren't they." said the quartermaster. "Ive seen livelier. can I get a couple boxes of 5.56x45mm, 12 gauge and .45ACP thanks." as the guy went to get the boxes, the shooting stopped, and the spectators cheered loud enough to deafen a stadium. "and the crowd goes wild." john said to the returning quartermaster, getting a chuckle in return. "by the way," the guy tooked at him oddly, "why did you bring a few throwing knives to the firing range?" John glanced at the offending knives. "these knives haved saved my life on countless occasions. I just don't feel comfortable without them"
after placing all the ammo in their respective magazines, John sidled up to one of the open firing booths. after insertiing the magazines and placing rounds and shells into the respective breachs, john pressed the button to start up the simulation, his steyr aug firmly against his shoulder. As soon as the first target appeared, John sent a round down range, getting the "zombie" right between the eyes. as the simulation went on, john systematically decimated the various targets with clean, precise headshots with his carbine and pistol, using his underbarrel shotgun when his carbine went dry and a target was too close.
as soon as the simulation was finished, John felt the vibration of the pager he was given by his airport welcoming party. looking at the message made him grin. 'Report to the briefing room, you just got an assignment.' john quickly finished up at the firing range and quickly put his guns away in the armoury and headed to the briefing room, grinning all the way.
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