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Post by Mikey on Sept 10, 2011 16:34:09 GMT -5
Richard followed along with Maggie through the building as they located George. That would be all they would find. They’d been the only ones off of the chopper… A lot of good men had died. And Richard was going to make sure that none others did. None from the BSAA, anyway. He’d been in worse situations. And he’d made it through with less. At least he was still armed.
He backed off from Maggie as she looted the bodies for weapons, hearing some noise from outside. Sure, if one thought too far into it, he was essentially using her as bait. But it was different than baiting a trap. He had no intentions of anything bad happening to her.
Boot steps hit concrete, and the two men soon entered the room. They aimed their guns at Maggie, her unsuppressed weapon drawing them here. The next gunshots however, the main group would probably take that as them being executed.
Richard launched himself from the darkness of the unchecked corner, grabbing the first and his weapon, pointing it at the ceiling with his off hand. The merc’s partner saw the movement, spun and tried to line up a shot. When he couldn’t, he was easy prey with his slight hesitation. The blade from Richard’s knife flew off at high speed, burying into the mans chest all the way to the handle and making the man collapse from the sudden trauma. The one in Richard’s grasp made it to the trigger of his weapon and fired rounds wildly into the ceiling. His magazine was empty in seconds.
Ripping the man’s sidearm from it’s holster, he lined it with the man’s back and fired several shots. More than several. Eight rounds in rapid succession. He was dead before he hit the floor. The one on the ground, he was still bleeding rapidly. As Richard ripped the bare blade from his chest, blood began to spurt wildly. He would be dead soon enough, but soon enough wasn’t soon enough. Slashing the flesh on one side of his neck, the blood from the chest wound started to slow as the bigger channel was opened.
“We lose them in forest, hurry.” He said in a hushed tone as he reloaded the bloody blade into the handle of his knife. The blood was the perfect dimmer for errant flashes.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 14, 2011 14:14:35 GMT -5
Maggie heard the footsteps of more soldiers and whirled around. Her arm swung her weapon up, but she knew that she'd never be able to get it aimed before they fired. She had just about resigned herself to death when a large shape lunged out of the shadows and attacked both men. It took her a second to realize that it was Richard. He moved faster than Maggie imaged he could. Within 3 seconds, one was shot to death and Richard was severing the jugular on the 2nd man.
While the others probably thought that Maggie and Richard were dead, it would only take a few minutes to confirm it. When Richard mentioned the forest, Maggie nodded. She keyed in the radio to George.
"George. Fall back to the forest. We will regroup there and then determine our next step." Without waiting for a reply, she nodded to Richard and pointed out the back door to the forest. It was very dense in this location and the grass was tall. It was the perfect cover for them... or for an ambush. She listened to the Tricell radio.
"Come on", she said. Her Sig556 was on her back and her handgun was holstered. She carried the AKM in her hands and swept it from side to side as she cleared the manicured yard and down into the ravine again, before launching herself over the small incline that led down to the forest. The building they exited was on ground that had been built up, so it provided anyone there a position to sight down onto the edge of the forest. They would have to clear that edge before more Tricell agents made it to the building.
She had ran, half slide down the incline and then sprinted for the forest. She wondered if she should be watching for mines or traps, but there seemed to be none in their area... either they arrived too early for Tricell to set it up, or they didn't think that they'd ever make it that far.
Once inside the forest, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She fought down her emotions... the ones that told her to go back and avenge the death of her comrades on every living and non living thing in the town. She had to think straight and get them out alive. Between breaths, she spoke to Richard.
"If we can get around behind the search grid, we can make it back to the Chinook and set off its distress signal again, or use the radio to call for reinforcments. We also need to see what Tricell is doing here."
She held up the radio. "We can use this to track their movements and search patterns. We just have to wait for George and then we can move out."
{Tag Richard and George}
{ooc - Okay so here is this section of mission. Tricell has taken over the town and they are experimenting on the citizens. They won't be able to find us, so they are going to release some of their undead to sniff us out. They will have snipers stationed on the tops of buildings and on towers while the undead are released into the forest. We have to get away from the undead, and not get shot.
Feel free to add whatever you want. I have a few BOW's waiting in reserve}
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
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Post by Southern Son on Sept 18, 2011 16:54:15 GMT -5
*Hearing bullets raining on the rooftop that George was hiding on. Taking cover behind the concrete stairway entrance. Listening to the concrete being scrapped off and hitting the roof floor as well as the bullet caps. George knew he was in deeps*** right here, but that's when he thought he should go back downstairs.
As he was pulling himself up, he heard a call coming through the headset he was wearing. This was coming in when he swiftly swung around the roof, making it to the door. Seeing bullets passing by, he felt lucky. He then heard words coming through the headset, recognizing the voice.*"George. Fall back to the forest. We will regroup there and then determine our next step." *Stomping his way down the wooden steps, all while doing so he presses the button on the receiver he had planted on his chest, near his collar bone. This allowing him to speak into the headset so that Maggie and Richy can hear him.*• George • "Affirmative." *Keeping his words short and sweet because he didn't know what could be waiting for him down at the bottom of the steps. Knowing he needs to expect the unexpected, that's why he refuses to spend any time on the radio. Reaching the bottom, and holding up his Sig rifle as he scans the room. Seeing some corpses in the room, those of which seem to be bleeding. This being a sign they were slaughtered minutes ago. George paced to the exit of the building, and peered outside. Seeing that Tricell agents were swarming the area. If he ran out, he would be shot. Turning his head, to see the forest was pretty far from where he was.
He concluded that he needed to find another way out. Running outside in a full sprint wouldn't get him there. Then, George back tracks, and ventures further into the building. Seeing if he can find another exit of which Tricell agents aren't covering. When he does, he opens the door, to see it comes out into a parking lot. Stepping out, and hearing noise emitting from the dumpster that was beside the door. He assumed it may have been a zombie, and proceeded. Gazing around the lot, to ensure that he was safe there for a moment. Pushing the button on his receiver once more.*• George • "The enemy is flanking me. I found the rear exit and we'll eventually rendezvous."
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Post by Mikey on Sept 25, 2011 5:00:33 GMT -5
“We will cover you.” Richard said into the radio quietly. He unsung his rifle and handed it over to Maggie, holding his knife in one hand while he pulled out his Sig with the other. Sticking the knife into a tree for a moment, he reached up to the hat he was wearing and pulled it down, revealing its nature as a balaclava with the skull printed on the front. It was mainly to muffle the sounds of his breathing, but he didn’t deny that wearing it put him in another state of mind. It allowed him to distance himself from the actions he committed and the emotions that came with them. He had training for such a thing, but becoming a faceless entity helped.
“I circle around, use forest to cover and strike from dark if need. Wait here for George, do not wait for me. We meet at dead bird.” He said. His English had gotten noticeably worse in favor of speaking more quickly. He took his knife from the tree and quickly stalked away from her, deeper into the forest to maintain the cover it provided. He hoped she would listen to him. He could take care of himself easily, often more easily than when he was alone. If given the choice between striking or defending a comrade, he would defend the comrade. If he was on his own, he was free to strike first, to strike quickly. He did some of his best work when he was alone. The fact that he was so sociable was a shock to many who had worked with him in the field.
Going from tree to tree with almost silent footfalls, it wasn’t long before the lights in the distance caught his eyes. Some of them were sweeping the forest. That was a good idea, normally. But when the target was one of them, it was bad.
Hiding from the lights with the help of the tree and some low hanging branches, Richard listened to the footsteps get louder and louder before they finally started to get quieter. They had just walked past him. Peeking out, he saw the two man team patrolling. Crouching down for a moment, Richard sprung from his spot in a sprint, colliding with the first man and sending him into his partner. They both went to the ground. The one on the bottom raised a weapon only to have it kicked away by Richard, and he had a good look at his friend’s face as it contorted with the pain of being stabbed in the back several times. He tried to push the now dead mercenary off of him, but with the bodies weight combined with Richards, it was too much. He was easy prey when Richard stabbed him under the jaw, the blade puncturing his brain.
And as quickly as he had been there, Richard was gone. Sprinting back to the trees, he was on his way before the second victim’s heart stopped beating.
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 26, 2011 18:20:52 GMT -5
Maggie took Richards gun and slung it over her back along with her rifle. Between the 5 guns, she was feeling a little weighed down, but she wasn’t going to need to be mobile for a bit. The Tricell Agents had narrowed down one of their locations and were starting to check in, realizing that their agents being taken apart. This gave them a small window to sow more confusion. Maggie knew that she didn’t need to cover Richard, but there was also tactics that she knew as well. George would be inbound to the forest from a different direction. She needed to anticipate his arrival location. Also, Richard would be flanking out wide to ambush the flankers. She pulled up a scope and targeted toward the building that they had just left. The rear was facing away from her… back towards the downed bird. She moved away from the direction that Richard was going and back toward the Chinook.
It was eerily quiet as the deadly game of cat and mouse as the Tricell Agents tried to locate the survivors of the crash and the BSAA Agents tried to stay alive. Maggie made her way through the trees, stopping every so often to listen to the radio and to her surroundings. As she neared a clearing, she saw two more Tricell Agents sweeping through the area. She ducked down in the tall grass as they began to make their way across the clearing. She grabbed her machete and her knife and readied herself. With the grass as tall as it was, they wouldn’t see her until they were 10 feet away. It was the edge of her abilities with a knife, so she just had to make sure it counted.
When they were within range, Maggie jumped up and threw the AKM as the left most agent. Surprised as he was, he didn’t have a chance to fire. Instead, he raised his hands to catch the rifle. A second later, Maggie’s knife was buried deep into the throat of the other agent. The first agent looked with shock as his partner fell to the ground. When he looked back, he had Maggie bearing down on him with her machete. He raised the weapon he caught and aimed right as she lept.
Click.
The last thing that Maggie saw before she buried her machete into his head was the look of surprise on his face. As he fell, she pulled the blade out and wiped it across the man’s uniform. She did the same for her knife and retrieved the gun, shoving a magazine into it. She chambered a round but put the safety on. It was still silent.
Turning her radio down, she spoke quietly to George and Richard.
“Way to the Downed Bird is clear. Covering your arrival.”
Then she grabbed the Tricell’s radio and looked down at the dead men. Making her voice as deep as possible, she thumbed it on and started to call out battle alerts.
**This is Agent Reynosa. We have them. There are 8 survivors of the helo. They are heading past the Dr. Office and breaking for the jail. Need reinforcements.**
Turning the sound all the way up on the Tricell radio, she put it next to the barrel of the AKM and fired off a full magazine. She couldn’t see it, but she knew that the feed back had to be deafening. Then she shut off the radio and quickly made her way toward the Chinook. She dropped the empty mag and slammed home another one. Time was of the essence so she didn’t stop to raid the other bodies.
At the edge of the clearing, she entered the trees and made her way back toward the bird. She stopped behind a rock formation and watched as Tricell Agents were grabbing their heads, trying to stop the ringing in their ears. Knowing that the effect was only temporary, she hoisted the AKM up and took five shots, killing the three agents left to guard the bird. Then she maneuvered closer to the helo, but didn’t enter.
There, she waited for contact from Richard and George.
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 24, 2011 18:10:35 GMT -5
== GM Post ==
Agent Adolfo, sitting the temp HQ that Tricell was using in Florence, realized that these BSAA Agents were more of a pain than he first thought. They cannot mess up our experiments here with the townfolks, he thought.
"Simons, release the first wave of undead near the last places that we encountered gunfire. See if we can flush them out. Have all troops stand ready to sweep the area and capture them. They will be our next test subjects."
Simons, a British man with a goatee nodded and called in the order. Within minutes, three helos were heading out of town toward the forests and the downs crashed bird. Each Helo carried a metal container underneath it. As it hovered on the outside of the building, near the downed Chinook, and at a point in between, they dumped the containers at one end. Undead, 30 from each, fell towards the ground. They hit hard and some of their legs, arms and spines were snapped, but they picked up on the smell of the three BSAA Agents and with a collective moan, moved towards them.
Downwind of the undead, six squads of Tricell Agents armed with concussion grenades and AK's awaited orders to go in and get the Agents.
{OOC - There ya go... have fun. The more you use your guns, the faster the Tricell Agents will have your location.}
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Post by Mikey on Oct 29, 2011 5:01:21 GMT -5
Richard paused at the tree line, facing the building, and watched for a moment. He looked for a break in their patrols to try and make it through and get George, but it wasn’t looking good. He gripped his knife tightly and saw his opening, sprinting past a pair of passing guards as gunfire erupted from their radio, along with a report from a vaguely familiar sounding guard. Smirking behind his mask, he got inside the building they had just been in and made his way up the stairs to the roof. George wasn’t there.
“Sh*t!” He snapped quietly, taking one more look around for a trail to follow and finding nothing.
“He is not here.” He said quietly into his radio as he peered over the side of the building and looked at the area. The merc’s were gathered near him, and he could see movement in the breaks in the trees. Shamblers…
“Go, there are undead on way. I meet you further in forest.” He said. They had to get out of here, call for backup.
How he was going to get out was a problem, but he would figure it out. That or go down swinging. Either were likely, and worse could happen.
Going to the bottom of the building again, he went out the back and made for the town, going down a block and exiting the limits and getting back into the cover of the trees. He made a wide berth and started to make his way back to the chopper. Maybe they could double back and get to town, regroup there. He was sure that given the right supplies, they could fight back.
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weskerchild13
Alive
The Right To Be God... That Right Is Now Mine
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Post by weskerchild13 on Nov 10, 2011 19:36:30 GMT -5
Nick was hold up in a small building in Florence. He had been protecting three survivors, the sheriff of the town, a large man who looked as he was a butcher, and a petite asian women. They were well hidden from the infected as he divised a plan with the group. "Alright if you want me to get you out of the town you have to tell me ways to avoid mainstreets" Nick announced while tieing his bootlace. "We can go out the roof of this building and jump down to the alley way" Suggested the sheriff, he continued "We follow that until we get to the corner and then we make way for the woods." "Alright, grab your weapons and lead the way" Nick replied. They slowly moved out of the room and made way for the roof. When they got to the top of the stairwell they heard a small crash downstairs and what sounded like a stampede of shuffling footsteps. Nick reached for the door handle. "Damn! Locked" He cursed under his breath and he pulled his gun up and aim at the first hinge "Cover your ears" He said to the group. He pulled the trigger twice and kicked the door down. They scrambled onto the roof as the shuffling now accompanied by hungry moans grew closer. They jumped down to the street and moved quickly to the street corner. "Alright now we just have to run to the woods and we shoul be pretty much sa.." Nick was cut off by the sounds of gunfire and a helicopter.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 14, 2011 12:00:16 GMT -5
Maggie was already running… away from the downed helo. She had seen the deadly cargo dump out of the container and knew what was going on. It was was like hunting down escaped convicts with dogs. They would continue to sniff her out until she either fought back, or she was bitten.
Fortunately for her, they were slow. That gave her time to set up a trap. She had hoisted the AK-47 that she had stolen from the dead Tricell agent into the crook of a tree and then tied a string around the trigger. Then she ran that string all over the ground in the direction that the undead were heading. When they reached the area, they would become entangled in the string and it would pull the trigger, making the assault rifle fire. That would draw more undead to the location and, in turn, more Tricell. She just wished she had some grenades to plant in the area.
Now she just had to get back to Richard and George to regroup with them. As she ran, she felt something deep down inside explode. It wasn’t anything physical… it was emotional. She was ****ed off that Tricell had attacked and killed her comrades and friends. Nope, she wasn’t going to leave this area until they had paid for it.
Quietly making her way deeper into the forest, she was able to skirt around another group of undead. They would have come for her, but at that point the assault rife, set on three burst fire, went off. Those bastards must have gotten good and tangled, she thought. The gun was going off like it was in the hands of a frantic child. The 2nd group, drawn to the fire, headed off in the direction of the gunfire. Overhead, she heard a helo, not one of theirs, head off towards the location.
The stolen radio squawked with the location and there were orders being issued.
Pulling up her radio and turning it down low. Looking around, she gave her location to Richard and George on the standard BSAA frequency.
(OOC - Hey Nick, I didn't acknowledge your character since I don't know you are there in character, but I did send out the information of our location on BSAA frequency so you could respond.)
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Post by Mikey on Nov 17, 2011 19:05:05 GMT -5
Richard moved through the forest with a speed that one might confuse with panic induced. No, his quickness was induced by determination. He had to meet up with Maggie and they had to get out of this forest. They would make a wide berth and get back to town, and they could run gurilla hits to wear down the enemy. Eventually, Tricell would abandon the area and wait for backup. That would give them enough time to get out of here.
His radio came to life with Maggie’s current position, north of their downed bird, and Richard keyed his radio to acknowledge her call. He kept going, passing the helicopter on his right, and stopped for cover when he heard gunfire. It was erratic and it didn’t stop for a few moments, until the magazine went empty, he was sure of it.
He got back up and continued moving, figuring Maggie had set a trap with one of the rifles she had picked up. Smart, he thought as he kept moving.
It was only a matter of minutes before he made it to her position, moving slowly to avoid scaring her and having her open fire at him.
“Maggie.” He hissed quietly, moving toward her and taking a look around the place she had chosen as a rendezvous spot.
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 23, 2011 11:41:07 GMT -5
"Over here", came back the same quiet hiss. From behind a large rock, Maggie stepped out. She no longer has the AK-47, but her own rifle was back in her arms. She was muddy with her face streaked with dirt and whelps, where she had run through the forest and was rewarded with being lashed in the face with branches. She also had blood on her arm, that had a bandage around it.
"It's not a bite, I fell a ways back, slipping in the mud. As I went down, I caught my arm on a rock and it broke the skin."
Maggie took a deep breath. "I know that we should get out of here and call for backup, but I want to kill these bastards. We also have the townpeople to think about. My little diversion should have pulled some of the zombies they dropped to that location and some of the squads. I think that we circle back around and come in to town from the other side. They're probably expecting us to run so they probably have squads set up at the perimeter of the forest."
Maggie pointed to a path through the thickest part of the forest. "If we take that route about half a mile, then we can cut across and make it to the other side and come in through the suburbs. Hit up a house for rest and then wait until nightfall. Then we move into town."
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 17, 2012 13:21:15 GMT -5
As twilight was descending upon the town of Florence, Maggie knew that they had to act quickly. When night approached, all the Tricell Agents had to do was use their FLIR to pick up their heat signatures in the cold night. They would have to make it into a building to continue hiding.
“Okay, I have their patrol schedules down”, whispered Maggie to Richard. They had been sitting in the tall grass, covered with mud and leaves, much in the way a sniper uses the environment to hide in plain view. “In the next 5 minutes, we should have a window where we can sprint to the nearest house. That will give us time to get inside before the next patrol comes through here. From there, we should be able to leapfrog houses until we get to the center of town.”
Maggie checked over her weapons again and then tensed as the 3 man patrol group passed by again. They were no more than 50 yards away and Maggie wanted nothing more than to rise up and put a bullet into each one of their heads, but deep down she knew that it wouldn’t do that much good for her. So she let them pass. As soon as they were out of visual range, she got up and sprinted to the first house… a two story that had remained blacked out during this whole time. Her legs were a little cramped from laying down most of the day, but she didn’t fall and within a minute she was at the fence. Peering over the fence, she saw that the backyard was empty and scaled the wall and landed on the inside. She drew her sidearm and watched for Richard to drop over the side. Then she proceeded to the back door. Holstering her sidearm, she drew out her knife. It would be quicker to break the window and open the door, but the noise would alert the patrol in the otherwise silent night and if they did a visual inspection, they would see the damage. So as careful as she dared, she thrust the blade of her knife into the space between the door and the frame. After wiggling the knife around for a bit, she heard the click and the door swung open. She put her knife back in its sheath and then drew out her sidearm. She slowly and quietly made her way into the kitchen, sweeping from side to side to get her bearings.
The kitchen was old but very spacious with an island in the middle. A table sat off to the right and up ahead there was a swinging door. Maggie had picked this neighborhood based on the age of the houses. They were all old cottage style homes and Maggie had guessed that they were homes for older people and probably didn’t have alarms. So far, she was right.
As she made her way into the living room, she saw the lights of the next patrol coming up the street. She ducked down behind the couch and watched their actions.
“So, we stay here for a bit and then we head into town”, she said, sliding to the floor and opening her pack. She pulled out a few ration bars and began to eat.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 10, 2012 18:39:48 GMT -5
((OOC - With the death of this thread, I'm just going to end the mission and return to the BSAA base. All agents involved are free to pursue other storylines.))
[Maggie Sanders has left Florence and returned to the BSAA Base]
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