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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 18, 2010 5:15:22 GMT -5
This airport is in the desert just outside the city. It is full of tourists, armed guards, and small shops.
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Post by madmanx225 on Jun 15, 2010 14:53:19 GMT -5
[Vince Myers enters]After escaping a massive battle with the help of an outlaw biker, Jake Wright, Vince had stolen a Helicopter and was making his way to Raccoon City. A light went off in the Helicopter as the fuel gauge hit E. Vince was hovering over a well lit up city that seemed to be Las Vegas. He lowered his Helicopter to a more suitable altitude that allowed him to visually see his surroundings. A runway appeared next to a large series of buildings as the clouds dissipated around the Helicopter; a voice echoed with static came through the radio. "This is... Airport... do not... clearance... land." The static disrupted the man's voice, Vince lowered the Helicopter to try and get a better signal as the man's voice came back in. "...repeat... you... not cleared... landing." Vince slightly head the man, he assumed he had no clearance for landing; therefore, he had to leave but he had no fuel. "Do not... or we... have... to arrest..." Vince ignored the man and throttled down towards the Helipad. He landed regardless of what the man said as a crowd rushed towards him. About twelve heavily armed guards rushed to him and threw him out of the Helicopter. Vince fell to the floor as two guards held him down; he began to struggle. "Hey let go of me fu*kers! I had to land!" The guards ignored him as they grabbed his HK36 Assault Rifle and his Remington 1100 Shotgun. After searching the Helicopter for a moment, the guards handcuffed Vince and brought him to his knees as one of the larger guards hit him in the face with the butt of his Assault Rifle. Vince awoke to a dimly lit room with five guards, one at the door and the other four in the corners of the room, surrounding him. The door opened as a large officer came into the room and sat in front of Vince with a packed folder. "It's been awhile, Vince." Vince's head shot up to the familiar voice in astonishment. "Anthony! What are you doing here!?"Anthony Martin; this man was Vince's best friend back in the day, he was his Chief back when Vince was a police sergeant. It had been four years since Vince last saw Anthony; back in 2008 he came to him for help with finding his parents. "Yeah it's good to see you too."Anthony was now a retired Police Chief, he works as The Head of McCarren International Airport Security in the undead world. "Ant you gotta get me outta here, my helicopter was low on fuel I had to land." Anthony sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Listen, I can't let you go, especially not since you just told the camera that is your helicopter." Dazed and confused Vince didn't know what was going on. "So? What does that have to do with anything?" Anthony stood up and signaled the guards out of the room, he then sat down, took a good look at Vince, and opened the folder in front of him. "Vince, I don't know what's up with you or what you've been doing these past few years; but you need to know that this folder has pictures and files on that helicopter you flew in. There were eighteen vials of the T-Virus aboard that chopper, so you see I can't let you go." Vince slumped down from his interested and concerned position as he slightly chuckled. "Oh thank God, I thought I was in some serious trouble; that helicopter isn't mine Ant. In fact I deserve a reward; the man who once owned that helicopter is dead in a factory over by the Grand Canyon. I stole his chopper to go to Raccoon City." Anthony jumped back from his seat believing Vince's story confidently. "Why the fu*k would you want to go to Raccoon City!? That place is hell itself!" Vince suddenly put on a serious face and leaned forward. "Because, Anthony, I may have finally found my parents." Anthony broke into Vince's statement. "You think your parents are in Raccoon City? Who told you this?" Interested in Vince's story Anthony sat back and leaned forward. "A dying man told me, plus I found my Father's vest at the same warehouse as the dying man. I believe they are there." Anthony took off Vince's handcuffs and leaned back. "A dying man's word is all you have to go by, what if they aren't there?" Vince stood up with the utmost confidence as he began to walk out of the room with Anthony. "Well then I'm fu*ked, aren't I?" Vince chuckled, keeping his optimism, as they headed for Anthony's car. Anthony escorted Vince to the Las Vegas Armory in hopes to equip him for the horrors in Raccoon City. The men greeted Anthony with much respect as he told them I was with him. After a series of corridors we reached the main interior where a seemingly endless line of weapons stretched along the walls. Vince ran up to the gun wall on his left and grabbed an F.A.L. Assault Rifle; it was customized for Single and Fully Automatic fire with an ACOG Scope and Enhanced Muzzle for full power. As Vince turned around with his new weapon Anthony handed him a special shotgun. The gun resembled an assault rifle, there was an engraving on the side that said: The Mutilator. It had a thin stock and a scope on the top rail. It had a large clip, holding 25 shells and a barrel with grip to thin muzzle; it was amazing. With his new artillery, Vince exchanged numbers with Anthony and headed out. Unfortunately, Vince was forced to be flown to Oak Harbor in Washington state due to excessive danger surrounding Nevada; he would start his journey to Raccoon City there... [Now in Oak Harbor Downtown]
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Post by madmanx225 on Jul 11, 2010 12:36:37 GMT -5
[Vince Myers re-enters]
Walking into the Airport, that was in despair over their dead head of security, Vince had alongside him Jessica Norman and Anthony's son, John Martin. The Trio's plan was to fly to Jacksonville, Florida where Jessica and John would enroll in B.S.A.A. Training and Vince would get his room. Many people looked at Vince with disgust and others would look at him with sincerity. The Security members stopped the Trio along the way for a quick conversation. A short man walked up past Vince and to John.
"John, I'm sorry for your loss." Vince could tell that the two knew eachother for some time as he held his arm around Jessica. "Thanks, Tim." The guards all began a conversation with John as Vince signaled John, telling him to meet up at the Ticket Counter.
Vince and Jessica moved up to the counter to buy the Tickets. "Hello, Ma'am, I'd like three tickets to Jacksonville, Florida please." The Woman looked to Vince and plainly replied. "I'm sorry, Sir, all flights are suspended at the moment due to excessive Infected activity." Vince was cool with the let down and decided to just back away easily. He was dissapointed but it didn't really matter, he could use some down time anyway.
"Hey guys, ready to go?" John caught back up to the two. "No, flights are suspended, looks like we're stuck in Las Vegas for awhile." Vince actually sounded quite happy. John expressed a half smile, half frown as he turned back to the Guards then to Vince. "Alright, I'm going to go hang with the Guards for now, they're the closest thing to family now." Vince nodded as the two men exchanged numbers. "I'll call you when we can leave." John nodded and walked back over to the Guards. Jessica looked up to Vince. "He's taking his Father's death really well." Vince nodded as he slapped Jessica's butt and pointed towards the Airport entrance. "On to the City of Sin!" They laughed as Vince threw on a large grin and Jessica blushed, they headed out the door while waving goodbye to John.
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Marc Firewing
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Post by Marc Firewing on Sept 9, 2010 10:34:10 GMT -5
[-.Dai's flight lands as the last flight from Tokyo.-] Daisuke Yamaguchi stood at the exit to the airport, watching the sliding glass doors step aside with their automated system. Dai took a step outside, his nostrils inhaling the wave of heated air that hit his body. Dai rose his hand to his forehead, shielding himself from the strong rays of the sunlight as he looked about. Backpack over his shoulder, Dai let his head shift about, feeling his pockets and ensured he had everything. Reaching into his right pocket, Dai felt the lockpick set and felt content. Now he thought to himself, standing in the middle of the bustling sidewalk as he blinked and realized he had no plan. Dai brought his shoulders to lift and shrug. He brought his hands to his pockets, stuffing them in and began walking. Dai had no plan and just decided to play it by ear, losing himself into the crowd as he ignored the people talking around him and kept to himself. [-.Dai moves to New York Casino.-]
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Kruger
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Post by Kruger on Jan 13, 2011 12:10:25 GMT -5
A payphone started ringing as people walked by. They ignored it thinking it was a wrong number call. Someone even walked by picked it and then hung it back up. However it started ringing again.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 13, 2011 12:52:55 GMT -5
A figure wearing a black hooded sweatshirt strolled across the airport. He hadn’t had to clear security, which was always a good thing. He was glad the contact had that much foresight. Instead, he only had to walk inside and find the ringing.
Not too far into his trip, he made it to the line of payphones and quickly located the one that was ringing. He snatched it up and held it to his ear, leaning into the booth to avoid being overheard by any passersby.
“Mr. Vickrov.” He said. It wasn’t a question. “What can we do for each other?” He asked.
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Kruger
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Post by Kruger on Jan 13, 2011 13:03:20 GMT -5
"I understand you are a man that will do almost anything if the pay is right. Well I give you your money as long as you do this. There is a man imprisoned on an island off the coast of Grenada. I need you to get him from there to an airport on American airport. From there both of you will be brought back here by helicopter. If you agree there is already a helicopter fitted for long range travel ready to leave with full tanks of gas. Get on it and the mission will start. If you decide not to then just walk away." Vickrov said calmly.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 13, 2011 15:22:19 GMT -5
“I’m interested.” He said. “Briefing on the bird?” He asked. There was a simple yes on the other end of the line, and Scott hung the phone up sharply. He instantly turned on his heel and walked outside, cutting around to the side and taking a look around. When he was satisfied no one was looking, he ran toward the fence from several feet away and jumped. Using his arms to vault himself up, he cleared the top of the fence and landed with a thump at the bottom. Standing up and taking a quick breath, he started in a run to the only helicopter on the tarmac.
Taking a seat in the back end, someone closed the door behind him and he took a look at them.
“I was told there would be a briefing.” He said.
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Kruger
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Post by Kruger on Jan 13, 2011 16:20:41 GMT -5
"Yes," the man handed him a file, "This file contains photo identification of the target. Also intelligence states that there is at least one B.O.W in the area. The man is known as Hangman. The prison is on a small island off the coast of Grenada. As soon as you land this chopper will take off. Use this radio to signal you are ready for pickup and a different chopper will come to pickup you two." the man said as the chopper started to take off.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 14, 2011 2:06:20 GMT -5
Scott took the file, skimming it for a moment and spending an extra second looking at the photograph of the 'Hangman'. Interesting nickname. He supposed he'd find out why soon enough.
When he cleared the last page, less than five minutes of reading, he closed the folder and handed it back to the one who had given it to him. He had it commited to memory. He pulled the backpack off of his back and took a look inside. He hadn't brought his suit, that was more for high level infiltration. Some Grade F gulag wasn't a big worry to him.
He made sure he had a few key items. His .45, a few grenades that were unmarked, except for colored tape on the bottom, a pair of goggles, spare magazines, an silver areosol can that was unmarked. Little odds and ends, some looking like they belonged to an ameture. Some looking useless. Lastly, he put the radio into it.
He closed the bag without taking anything out and reached behind him, under his sweater, to the knife sheathed there. He checked the edge and sheathed it again, finally reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of gum. He pulled a peice of Spearmint out and unwrapped it, chewing on it and sitting against the wall. He kept a close hold of his bag, and sat back.
He pulled out a cell phone and started clicking buttons on it, sending a quick text message. When he was done, he opened the back of the phone and took out the battery, then the SIM card. He broke the SIM card and handed it off to someone as he put the phone and battery back into his pack.
"Dispose of that, would you?" He said to the person in back.
(Go ahead and move us to a thread whenever your ready.)
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Violet Potenski
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Post by Violet Potenski on Mar 9, 2011 5:23:56 GMT -5
Violet stepped into the Airport. It was bigger than she had anticipated, and Tourists floated around, taking pictures and souvenirs from everywhere they could. Were they even aware of the Apocalypse happening outside of Las Vegas? Violet shrugged and turned into a Newsagents, would they even accept money here? She didn't exactly have much else to offer.
Violet found a small rucksack for sale and grabbed it, looking for any kind of price, it didn't have one. She took some chocolate, some chips and some sandwiches and shoved them in the rucksack. Carrying them to the counter, Violet smiled and waited for the Clerk to speak, but he didn't, he just shrugged and turned his back. "Hey, I wanna pay for these." Violet took the rucksack and stood with her hands on her hips. "I have money." Her voice was simple, she was adamant she wasn't leaving this shop until she had paid. Nothing like a guilty conscience.
"JUST TAKE IT!" Boomed the mans voice, his eyes wide with anger, and his hands shaking with fear. "EVERYONE I KNOW IS DEAD! This means nothing anymore!" The man threw a box of Cigarettes into the rucksack as well, and Violet made haste out of the shop. People had heard the little tiff and started looking around.
Nervously edging out of the shop, she headed for any kind of reception. She spotted one by the sign-in desk and rushed over, with a hand full of money. "One ticket to Raccoon City please." Violet smiled at the woman and handed over the cash, there must have been at least $400. "Oh..." The womans voice was quiet, and shy, her soft brown hair carefully scraped the bottom of her ears in an acute bob. "We don't... We don't operate to Raccoon City anymore. I'm very sorry."
Violet looked taken aback and nodded, turning round and sighing. How was she supposed to get back to survivors? These tourists were more like robots, everyone lived in fear. She preferred to fight, to stay alive, not in a rut where people were scared of their own shadows. Violet headed out of the Airport when she saw a man in the corner, beckoning her forward. He was wearing a soldiers outfit, and he looked rather scared. Stepping towards him, his voice was low, to be sure that only Violet heard.
"I can get you to Raccoon.." He said simply, taking her hand and heading for a plane outside. "It won't cost you anything. I have a little ammo, you can be my defense when we.... When we land at the other side. Things are getting rough.."
Violet pulled a face and snatched her hand back. "I can walk, thank you." She rolled her eyes and followed the man into the small sized plane waiting for them outside. It only seated 2.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 5, 2012 3:59:21 GMT -5
[Isobel Wolf has entered the McCarren International Airport]
Izzie subtly smiled with her eyes as she strolled her way through the airport terminal, her carry-on suitcase rolling on its wheels behind her. She was dressed in civilian clothing-- black, heeled boots, faded blue jeans, and an OD-green t-shirt. Over the t-shirt, she wore a gray-colored over-garment, beneath which she was concealing her Glock 33-- a subcompact .357 SIG pistol. She made her way through security, where she showed the security screening team her badge and papers. They turned over an all-access card to her, as well as a permit to carry a weapon on-board the plane.
Izzie made her way down to the boarding area for her flight, maneuvering through the crowd, and began heading up the dimly lit hallway to board Flight 2120. None of the civilians were permitted to board yet, so Izzie had a chance to get settled in before the flight. She stepped into the plane, flashing her badge and holstered gun at the armed BSAA agent guarding the plane's entrance. He permitted her entrance, and Izzie made her way toward the cockpit. Standing just outside the pilot-room, Dr. Amelia Robbins awaited Izzie's arrival.
"Hey, Iz," Amelia smiled, handing over a beverage in a disposable cup.
"Amy," Izzie nodded approvingly, taking the cup from her. It was steaming, and hot to the touch.
"Coffee. Figured you could use it."
"Yeah, I definitely can. I'm exhausted."
"Well, it's not that long of a flight from Vegas to Seattle. Think you can keep awake that long?"
"Pfft," Izzie scoffed. "I'll have to. Can't exactly take a nap while serving as air marshall."
"Well, we knew what we signed up for. At least we're giving the usual guys a break."
"You mean the douchey twenty year-old rookies who can't tell a gun from their ass?" Izzie laughed, bringing the coffee cup up to her lips and taking a quick sip. She cringed as the liquid burnt the tip of her tongue. "The way I see it, it's not them that we're doing the favor for. It's the passengers."
Amelia grinned. "All too true," she agreed. "Well, the passengers should be boarding soon. We'd better go get situated."
"You're already situated. While you're up here in first class, I'll be suffering down in coach," Izzie said, with an irritated, yet light-hearted and humorous tone.
"Yep. Lucky me, eh? Maybe I'll get some sleep after all."
Izzie glared, turned around, and began walking back down the isle, heading to coach. "Thanks again for the coffee."
"Any time."
As Izzie made her way to the staircase, she passed by one of the plane's pilots.
"Captain," she smiled. He nodded, and smiled back.
Izzie made her way to the lower floor of the plane-- coach, standard class. She worked her way to the back of the plane, stored her luggage in the cabinets above, and sat on the edge seat of the last row. The window shade of her section had been pulled down. Izzie reached over and flicked it up, taking a moment to gaze outside the window.
The passengers had now began to board the plane. Izzie subtly felt beneath her shirt, making sure her pistol was secured tightly.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 6, 2012 1:16:18 GMT -5
Finally, they were on the goddamn plane. Mikey was none too happy with the security checkpoints in the airport. He didn’t know why security was so high. Especially when it came to weapons. Had any of them looked outside? He’d venture to guess that no one had made it to town without a weapon. Sure, the city itself was safe for the most part, but everyone in town was armed to some degree.
After being detained for trying to sneak his gun through the checkpoint in his bag, he was finally allowed to board the plane. Apparently security was high, but consequences were not high. Might have been his destination and future occupation. He was going to be a BSAA agent. Well, not really, but he was going to get a job in the armory. But, maybe, he had been dropping the agent title for a bit to get people to leave him the hell alone.
He had managed to get his knife through the checkpoint. He’d tucked it into his boot, and when they found his gun, they had taken him beyond the checkpoint for questioning. They hadn’t bothered to check him all the way in the office. Just gave him the talk and told him to get going. Before taking his whole bag and checking it for him. At least they didn’t confiscate it. That was everything he owned.
Finally in the waiting area, and observing a pair of women who boarded the place before the others, Mikey found his curiosity piqued. Probably air marshals or something similar. They sure didn’t look like pilots or flight attendants.
When they all boarded, Mikey picked one of the women who had boarded early out of the crowd and took a seat across the aisle from her. Maybe he’d get a chance to talk to her later. Find out why she was going to Seattle.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 10, 2012 4:30:24 GMT -5
Passengers flooded the aisles as they boarded the plane, attempting to find the seat listed on their ticket. A man casually made his way toward the back of the aisle where Izzie was sitting, and sat in the row across from her. Making brief eye contact with the man, Izzie smiled.
The passengers finished boarding the plane, and the last two rows of seats at the back of the isle were empty, aside from Izzie and the man. Many of the passengers continued to converse loudly.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 13, 2012 0:56:50 GMT -5
With a quick nod and smile to the woman who was sitting across the aisle from him, Mikey made his way to the window seat for anyone who would sit next to him. Apparently, no one wanted to sit in the back, so the back two sets of seats ended up occupied him the woman and himself. When everyone was seated, Mikey shrugged and moved to the aisle seat, not feeling like being smashed into the corner for the whole trip. He put on his seat belt and nuzzle into the padded chair, waiting for the captain to make the announcement that they were taking off.
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