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Post by Mikey on Mar 26, 2011 5:44:38 GMT -5
Picking up to a jog when Aya said they needed to pick up the pace, shooting a glance to see the guard down in the courtyard. He looked like a normal guard, not a cop or soldier. Either he was going low key, something Tyson wouldn’t doubt given the kind of s*** the city was going through, or he was just a rent a cop earning his nightly wage. Either way, it looked like they could bypass him. No matter what he was, they didn’t need the attention before they had even reached the hatch. And if he was just some guard or cop, they didn’t want to kill him. He was one of the good guys. It was just unfortunate that they were the bad guys, for the time being.
Handing the rope off to Aya and watching he spring into the air to start climbing the wall, he looked over at Nancy when she let out a sound of disbelief.
“How does she do that?” The archeologist asked.
“She’s… Special.” Tyson said lowly. Not only was there not enough time to explain how it was Aya had just sprung ten or so feet into the air, he also wasn’t sure how appreciated it would be if he started shooting off her secrets. She sent the rope down shortly after, and he let Nancy climb up before going up himself. Greeted by a few people in black BDU’s, he gave a thumbs up and they pointed to where the others had gone. Bringing up the back, the pair got through the window in time to see the room start to shift.
“The f**k?” Tyson said, watching the entire place shift.
“Wow…” Nancy said. “I’ve heard of tombs and places built like this, but I’ve never gotten the chance to see one work.” She said, watching in awe as the room settled and the staircase to nowhere turned into a staircase to a hidden lower level. They descended, and Tyson kicked on the NVG’s and watched the darkness turn to green visibility.
"Killed three men here high noon today. Now it looks like nothing ever happened." Aya said, and Nancy looked at her with disbelief.
“You… You killed three people today?” She asked.
“It was a slow day.” Tyson interjected. He looked at the hatch and heard Aya tell him to blow it open.
“Brickin’ and blowin’.” Tyson responded, taking out a block of C4 and his knife. He cut off about a half a pound and cut that into fourths, smearing it around the corners of the hatch and arming each piece. He’d shaped the charges, ensuring they would blow down and blow the hatch without doing any more damage.
“Fall back, about… fifteen yards.” He said. It wasn’t often that safety was a ready luxury when they were blowing things up. But Nancy being here had Tyson being careful about everything. When they had fallen back, he held up the detonator and started a countdown.
“Three, two, one, boom.” He said. The explosion sounded, and Tyson silently counted to five. He moved ahead, Nancy behind him at all times. “Clear.” He said, walking toward the hatch.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 29, 2011 0:10:06 GMT -5
Matthew gripped the rope, wrapping it around his right hand and jumping down, grunting a bit as he descended, hanging a bit like a ragdoll before he hit the ground, twirling a bit to unwrap his hand before planting his feet in a secure stance, nodding to Aya as the chandelier began to drop. Matthew took a cautious step back as a ring moved in front of him, dropping to almost touch the ground by his right boot. Standing still in the center as the light began to bounce about the room, coming to a stop in the bowl. He pricked up for a second, noticing the minbar in the corner drop and spin in place, sinking into the ground to reveal a secret passageway. Matthew loudly scoffed.
"Indiana Jones bullsh*t.."
He followed Aya as she descended, his eyes adjusting a bit but no where near able to have complete visibility. His right hand swung around to grip the G36C, bringing it around front and moving his hand up to the ACOG on the rail, switching on a small button on the side and letting his eyes rest on the scope as he descended the long staircase, occasionally looking into the rifle's scope and back to make sure his feet made contact. Once they stopped, dim light trickled into a small room, completely void except for a hatch in the center of the room. He sighed, turning around as Aya mentioned to Tyson to 'brick it 'n' blow it'.
Matthew moved past the Archaeologist and her escort, stepping a few feet back and closing his eyes as Tyson signaled the explosion. When the dust settled, he moved back forward and pushed his way through, wagging his right hand to wave away some of the unsettled dust and debris as he knelt down near the new hole, bringing his right hand to his side and withdrawing a translucent cylinder. Darkness in the hole. Matthew smacked the cylinder on the edge of the remains of the hatch and the stick burst to life, the chemical liquid within immediately glowing a bright green. Standing up, he handed it to Aya.
"Ladies first."He said, his right hand moving to his side to rest on the Mateba, his fingers methodically rapping on the holster.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 29, 2011 6:16:09 GMT -5
A spooky green glow cast across his features as Matthew broke out a chemical stick; heavy shadows painted surrounding walls as Aya approached through the settling dust, gracefully plucking the illumination from the smiley man's hand after the chivalrous offer, "Danke."
The light didn't go far at all; even with the glow stick Aya figured she would be blind after about 5 metres. Hamming up the scenario, nudging a piece of debris down the maw and counting up in thousands. A dull echo of the rock hitting the bottom ricocheted back out, "Deep... setup a tripod for Nancy," the request were directed at Abdul's men.
She climbed into the hole planting her feet firmly either side, tucking the glow stick under her chin before lessening grip and scraping the way down with her elbows and heels; In a flash she vanished from sight.
The closure around her gave way, opening up suddenly once the hole had ended into a much broader room. It took Aya by surprise dropping on her back; something had cushioned her fall. No matter where she put her hands and feet heavy crunches resounded, the feeling of brittle wood beneath her fingers. Discovering bones upon closer inspection; hollow eyes of a skull glared back at her. Poking it denoted just how fragile it were, even a feather would shatter the remains.
"Not sure how often you're around centuries old corpses, Professor. Brace yerself when you get down here," landing Nancy in a state of shock were the last thing Aya primed to occur.
Holding the glow stick high shined far enough to see the perimetre walls, only a singular entrance out besides the hole above her head. She dropped the stick before passing into the narrow space, her first thoughts of whether Tyson would fit appropriately considering she were forced to hold her own head at an angle.
Walls on both sides had shallow cuts where more of the departed lay, "Catacombs," not long after mumbling the word could she make out the remains of a keeper sitting on his age old supply box, "Sucker was probably in charge of resting the dead. His friends topside probably had no idea he'd died and just kept tossing bodies down the hole," Aya spotted a flint beside him, "I'll just borrow this."
Opening up into a more accessible corridor with resting shallows stacking much higher. Ten metre intervals had torches on either side as predicted, "Worth a shot," standing on the tips of her toes, Aya could smell the fragments of what coal were left over; giving the flint a flick sparked up the torch, taking it down from its stand to light the rest as she continued.
The trek was linear, rarely splitting into separate corridors and even then finding it simple to backtrack. By the time Aya made it to what appeared the end of line the rest of the group caught up with her. She had stopped in her tracks, "That doesn't look very 14th Century," pointing at the bricks.
Clay bricks, the sort you would find in a list of materials for a home built in the 90's. Aya approached it and gave it a kick, "Hollow," crouching down and placing the ball of her right foot on the most central block, stabilizing herself with her hands on the floor. One hard shunt crumbled the modern closing; two more broke a hole into genuine fresh air. It was a little overwhelming after getting used to the stale atmosphere, feeling enlightened with the increase of oxygen.
It almost seemed like too much oxygen. Aya kicked away more bricks to enlarge the hole, hopping through. She had nearly tripped on the metal bars reaching through the tunnel, holding her hands out to break slamming into the opposite concrete wall. Orange lights gave the grey tunnel a little light.
Aya crouched down for report regardless if the rails looked blatantly like train tracks, "Abdul," tapping her radio, "Does the subway reach out this far?" feeling a fraction stupid. It still didn't regard the fact of how deep they were.
<Not to the Citadel, no.>
"We'll be needing those extra fireteams. Send'em down now," waiting momentarily for a fuzzy word of acknowledgment before switching the handset off, "See. Bigger than Las Vegas," she vested the fact at Tyson, "Alrighty, everone on the left hand side. Keep quick, keep close."
Down one end of the tunnel where it began to curve off the orange light desaturated into white giving Aya the impression things changed earlier in this direction. A platform shrouded in white fluorescent light stood ahead of them; she signaled for everyone to stop, "Looks like a small checkpoint. Guardhouse. Couple patrols along the platform heading towards it," the train platform divided the two tracks and stood a decent metre and a half high from where the rails lay, "Keep low."
Aya trailed their group right up to where the guardhouse was built in, poking her head up for a better look; the two patrols had gone inside, "Matt, Tyson, follow me up. No better time to do this than now."
Large windows were built into all walls facing out. Recon of the inside showed 7 or so men in what looked like a severely sanitized break room. Upon further observation brought Aya's attention to their fatigues, and a little more so to their patches. She thumbed through the window for Matthew, tapping her shoulder, the distinguishable image of a Medusa with two blades crossed behind her. The enigmatic PMCs security force.
"Stack up," She ordered, drawing her FNP-9 and taking place at the door leading in. A decent blind spot either side meant the guards wouldn't have the faintest clue what hit them.
Jabbing the door to force her way in, Aya moved deep into the guardhouse giving Tyson and Matthew plenty of room; her sidearm discharged catching a lounging guard in the head.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 31, 2011 7:18:32 GMT -5
Tyson could only say one thing when they entered the tunnel, when he had to damn near go down to his knees to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling of the passage.
“f**k me…” He muttered, hearing the scrap of his mask on the roof as he tried to navigate the passage. He had gone down much the same way Aya had. Bracing himself along the sides and sliding down. He had heard Aya’s fall, the small sound that had escaped her lips when she went from the shaft to having nothing to grab onto. He knew what to expect, and with that knowledge and good ol’ gravity on his side, he landed on his feet with a heavy thud. He was too heavy for there to be time to shift in mid air and fall on his ass. Thank god for that.
And thank god for the hole he soon entered to get out of the five foot tall opening. But, it came into a subway platform.
“I don’t think ancient Egyptians were this advanced…” He said quietly. A small scoff from Nancy confirmed his wild shot in the dark. She started to say something, but he held up his hand to silence her. He also had her stay back near the hole. Just in case. It soon proved to be a good idea when they went deeper into the platform and saw what looked to be a lounge or break room. Seven men, all wearing the Medusa uniform.
He watched Aya pull out her Browning, and he flipped the mask down over his face. A small grin played across his lips as he pulled out his Glock and chambered a round, taking a moment to slip the suppressor onto the end. With a quick turn, it went to spinning itself into place, synched down with another half turn.
They stacked up, Tyson holding the gun close to his chest and pointed in front of him, above Aya’s head. She breeched, taking a shot and moving deeper into the room. Tyson moved a few steps and went to the opposite side as her, giving Matt room to use the door frame as cover. He wasn’t worried about finding something to cover. He was cover.
Aiming down his sights, he caught the nearest man in them and squeezed the trigger for a moment. As his weapon had been converted to fully automatic fire, he couldn’t switch it to single shot. Instead, he simply squeezed the trigger for a moment, and shot out anywhere from three to five rounds at a time. Four of which had been sent into the man he had been aiming at. With four .45 ACP rounds invading his torso, he was dead before he hit the floor.
Wanting to avoid spraying rounds, he aimed for another target and let out another burst of fire into the next man. This one went to the ground the same as the other. Funny. He had been thinking of these Medusa boys as badasses. Given what he had seen back at the hotel. But these guys? Nope…
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Post by .Merios on Mar 31, 2011 12:16:19 GMT -5
Matthew stacked up next to Aya, but let Tyson pass when he realized that the soldier would do fine on his own within the heavily armed room. Good. Gave him the use of the door frame as cover. He slid into position, watching as Aya breached the room with a jab, unloading a round into an unsuspecting guard's skull, spraying a bit of crimson onto the back of the chair he was sitting in. Matthew swung his G36C around and did a SWAT turn as Tyson entered, allowing him to pass while Matthew took the opposite side of the door as cover. Two bursts of fire signaled the beginning of a war. He leaned out of the corner towards the left side of the room as two of the soldiers dropped low and kicked a table over, starting to use it as cover. Matthew quickly lifted his sights and let out a spray of rounds in their direction as they ducked behind the wooden piece of furniture.
A flurry of rounds exploded into the wooden table, driving straight through, penetrating their quarter-concealment, sending a streak of red onto the wall behind them and, coincidentally, onto the linoleum floor. He pulled back into cover as two rounds smacked off the door frame. Two left. He peeked back out again, seeing one man rushing towards Aya with a drawn pistol. Bad move. The other was focused on Tyson, hugging the trigger of his MP-5 and laying down suppressing fire. Leveling the rail of the rifle with the man aimed at Tyson, he dropped the sight down to his lower body and let out a quick burst, two rounds catching the man in his right shin, dropping him to the ground, dotting the ceiling with a spray of bullets from his Sub-machine gun. Nonlethal.
"That one's mine," Matthew spoke calmly over his throat mic, just in case the firefight got a little too loud.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 1, 2011 3:03:08 GMT -5
It felt like a whole ten seconds had passed.
The amount of movement heard numbed to the scraping of the crippled and one last guard storming towards Aya. On impulse she turned and fired slapping a round into the 7th man's shoulder, side stepping as he he flailed and lost balance falling to his knees. As the guard slid past the muzzle her Browning bounced once more; the remainder of his skid trip left a red slick across the polished floor, body coming to a dead stop at the other side.
Kicking the firearm of the crippled guard out of reach, Aya picked the man up by his collar lifting him onto one of the remaining upstanding tables in the room, "All yours," she said while looking at Matthew, giving the guard a chummy pat on the chest before removing his radio.
Two more doors existed in the guardhouse; with a little investigation Aya discovered they both lead to a forward room overlooking the platform and train tracks, "Found a terminal," the girl spoke out loud, looking at several monitors and controls set up.
Swiping her fingers across the LCD's disabled the active screen savers, Aya let out a humored laugh, "Damn it," resting her head on her fist while looking at the login with half moon eyes, "I haven't dabbled with software in over a decade. I'd always relied on a friend for that," relishing the irony, where was Wade when she needed him now?
"Son of a gun. Guess I'll just have to improvise," linking her fingers and stretching until her knuckles popped, the cliched blackhat characteristic ringing dearly as Aya began backdoor attempts, "Hey Matt! Reckon you could squeeze a login profile outta Tom for tram override?" she pitched a request, then whispering to herself, "Map of the facility'd be handy as well," murmuring while code scrolled across a black window on the screen in front of her.
<Checkpoint Visigoth, please sitrep. Over.>
Aya immediately picked the radio up and tossed it to Tyson, "Your turn, big guy. Sell it. Buy us some time."
'Visigoth'. If checkpoints were named alphabetically, and they probably had been, then they were quite a fair way out from the centre of the facility, "How big is this place?" Aya breathed out.
At the same time the backup from Abdul's men arrived up the train track, another 8 soldiers decked out as keenly as the other two traveling with them. They all climbed onto the platform after Aya waved them and signaled for the fireteams to spread out and keep an eye on all tunnels.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 2, 2011 6:51:15 GMT -5
When Aya considered the room clean, Tyson knew it was clean. He holstered his Glock and took a look around, watching her lift the man onto the table and remark that he was all Matt’s. He saw Nancy come into the room with the backup, and pointed at her.
“Wait outside.” He said. He had a feeling Matt was going to do something gruesome. He didn’t know what exactly the smiley had in mind, but whatever it was she didn’t need to see it. She went to work on the computer, and tossed him the radio when it came to life and asked for a status report. He looked over at the man who she had taken it from, listened to the pained grunts that escaped from his lips. It gave Tyson an idea on how his voice sounded.
Walking outside and shutting the door, he held a finger to his lips briefly for Nancy and the men, then keyed the radio to speak. Doing his best to mimic the voice he had heard from the only living guard, knowing that it didn’t have to be spot on. The cackle of the radio signals and the minor voice distortion normal for electronic communication would cover the rest. Even if they had their own channels, this setup they had going had to be playing hell with any kind of clear radio signals. He hoped…
“Checkpoint Visigoth, here. Situation normal. Quiet, no sign of any abnormal activity.” He said.
“Roger that.” The voice at the other end of the radio said. It then went quiet. He looked back to Nancy and gestured for her to stay near the door and the man who was watching it before walking back into the room.
“It went quiet after the report. Either they know somethings up and their sending backup, or they run different channels for each checkpoint.” He said. Either was a plausible outcome.
“What are you hoping to find besides a map?” He asked Aya as she pounded away on the keyboard.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 2, 2011 12:56:06 GMT -5
Matthew casually stepped into the room, letting his rifle swing behind him. Approaching the wounded soldier, watching Aya move him onto a table and pilfer his radio. Taking his last step to assure he was within a foot of the man, he stood on his side, moving his right hand to the PMC's chest and pushing him forcefully onto the table, making it jump when the man's back connected with the sterilized steel. Matthew looked down to his side and withdrew his Mateba, lifting the massive pistol up and pointing it at the man, moving along the table to stand adjacent to his head. As Mikey picked up the radio and began to talk, the soldier opened his mouth to speak to only feel the clunking of steel on his teeth as the barrel of Matthew's Unica-6 filled the negative space.
His arms moved up to grasp Matthew's own right arm, clawing at the material of his BDU, grunting as the barrel began to move a bit deeper down his throat, wet gurgling and grunting signifying he was at an appropriate distance and stopped as the soldier struggled. When Mikey finished speaking, he removed the barrel with a long string of saliva and mucus dangling from the end. The man gasped but didn't speak as Matthew wiped the weapon on the man's shirt.
"You have to study anatomy in general education in order to get your ph.D, you know that?"
He reached to his side and holstered his Mateba, reaching behind him and horizontally unsheathing his bowie knife, flipping it up and catching it upside down, he could hear the breath escaping the man as the steel reflected his image. Matthew then leaned in close, placing the tip of the dagger near his kidneys, twisting it slightly but not entering his body. He took a second and moved it up an inch.
"There are only so many places in the human body that you can... Well, that you can stab and still be non-lethal."
With that, he slowly pressed the knife into his body as the man reached out to grab for Matthew. Without looking, Matthew moved his left hand up and grabbed the man's face, gripping it tightly and holding him back, muffling his scream. Slowly withdrawing the knife, the soldier collapsed backward, sighing in relief but the look of pain contorting his facial features.
"So, I'd like to propose an offer. You answer my questions, and I'll let you live to get back to..."
Matthew stopped for a second, shrugged, then continued. "Your dog, or cat. Whatever. Deal?"
The man nodded, not speaking yet. Matthew moved the knife over to his upper chest, opposite his heart. Sliding the tip an inch to the left of his lung, he applied pressure but not quite penetrating.
"Tram override. Login data?"
"I..T...tom67... Password is... a...asmodeus."
Matthew glanced over to Aya- they locked eyes and he nodded, looking back to the soldier.
"Good, good."
He plunged the knife in again, faster this time. He heard the pained grunt as Matthew slid the knife back out.
"Now to the important stuff."
He moved the knife over to the right shoulder blade and pressed it against his flesh.
"Now who is-"
The man laughed, coughing up a bit of blood in the process.
"You..You...Zink ve we paid? 'Zis is for ze honour of 'vorking for Ze Alchemiste. You...You vill.. You vill know not'zink.."
The man bit down and Matthew pulled back for a second, blinking. Within moments a white foam began to seep between his lips. Son of a b*tch. He dropped the knife and grasped the man's head, tilting him to the side and opening his mouth as he began to convulse, a swirling mixture of crimson and pearl began drooling out of his mouth as he quickly ceased all movement, falling limp in his hands. Damnit. Matthew slammed the man's head back down on the table roughly, hearing the skull crack and a bit of blood leak out onto the steel. He cursed loudly, bending over to pick up his knife and wipe it off on the coward's chest and sheath it.
"Well.. At least we have the tram..."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 3, 2011 11:10:56 GMT -5
"No, we don't," Aya responded in a bleak tone, "Your Harriet seems to employ the most evil characters, Matt. Login isn't among the list of users. Not to mention I was guessing names when I said 'Tom.' I bet if I entered the pass it'd set off a silent alarm somewhere..." she paused for a moment, putting a hand to her head; keeping up with all the active code was becoming unreachable, "I'll have to skim on access to certain things for now," finishing a foray of keystrokes to wrap it all up, stabbing the Enter key signifying the end of her ICE breaking, "Urgh. I'm starting researching on cybernetics after all this."“What are you hoping to find besides a map?” "Anything," Aya made a quick reply without taking her eyes off the monitor, pulling commands around for the tram, "Head count, assets, firepower. We're information deaf and could do with some knowledge of what else we might run into," she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear before rounding up tram commands, resenting her thoughts, "It'd help me lead better, too."Leaving behind a wealth of dead bodies, the team exited the guardhouse heading for the halfway mark of the train platform, "Okay folks, two trams have been redirected to stop at this station. We'll be splitting up and heading in separate directions in order to cover the facility faster," She addressed two soldiers in particular, "Aztec, Void, you'll be taking your teams south. I'll request two members from Charlie to join the rest of us heading north," immediately a couple of heavies stepped across, acknowledging they would take the rearrangement, "The northbound tram has several passengers on it already, they're no doubt confused to why they've skipped a couple of stops. Get ready to neutralize them once the doors open."Extermination is what the bronze haired girl had in mind. Already this facility brought back memories of the Hive. Maybe it were just an old grudge she never knew still existed in the pit of her stomach; by her standards, everything had to die. Confusion and alarm in the eyes of the passengers didn't do anything to sway her opinion. Shooting alley were open once the doors slid aside, Aya stepped on board with her Tavor primed wasting no time opening fire. Scientists and guards, both men and women were caught in the blizzard as the cantata of fire moved towards the nose of the tram. Several of the guards had reached their weapons and returned fire, any rounds that hit Aya were shrugged off by the body armor. The door of the tram cab slid open, operator stepping out with a Beretta in hand. A red dot painted onto his head after a quick draw from Aya's Browning turning him to nothing but a sack of meat. She stepped over the departed and hit the button to open all platform side doors, "Drag'em out. Dump'em in the guard house," she grabbed a guard and the operator by the ankle and pulled them out of the tram. 'Beyond saving' was what she called it. The girl's surliness of Umbrella was now being taken out on Medusa; equal treatment for an organization just as disagreeable on her terms. Aya didn't much care what anyone thought of her for it. A vignette for the departed had been made in the small break room, something the most sadistic would certainly admire. Once they were finished cleaning out the northbound tram, the southbound tram finally arrived. "Radio any finds you feel are important. For the most part locate anything which might cripple this facility, however our primary target remains the Sonnent Reppe chamber," the Section finally split up into separate squads, entering their own trams and heading in separate directions. "Let's do this. Next stop, Office Complex Plaza."
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Post by Mikey on Apr 4, 2011 12:40:55 GMT -5
“Great, loyalists.” He said, watching the man finally slip away as his mouth foamed from the suicide pill. “You gotta wonder how someone can be loyal to a guy who tells them to kill themselves if captured.” He said, turning away from the body.
Aya listed off a few things she was looking for in the computer databases, and Tyson shrugged. Sure, those things were always nice to have, but it had never stopped them from doing their jobs before. Information was a luxury, not a necessity. At least for most of their gigs.
"It'd help me lead better, too." She said, and he looked at her for a moment before speaking.
“Never stopped you from getting us through it before.” He said. He didn’t care what she had to work with or what she was lacking. She had always done right by him. And he’d be the first to storm Hell if she told him it could be done.
She stood up and laid down the law, telling the men who accompanied them what to do and then informing them of a tram that was on its way with passengers aboard. He followed her closely as they went to the landing, once again motioning for Nancy to stay where she was. She’d caught sight of the bodies, the signs of the firefight that had taken place, and didn’t argue with him like she may normally have. This definitely wasn’t he area of expertise. Better to leave it to people who had been doing it for some time.
The cleanup had been nothing special, Tyson sticking to his Glock because of the tight quarters of the tram. When the slaughter ended, and he happened to take a look at Aya, he saw something… Different about her. The look of determination, the look of hate… He hadn’t seen that expression on her face. He knew what she was thinking, though. He knew she was equating these f**kers with Umbrella. Even when she had spoken of the company that should be long dead, she hadn’t expressed such a rage.
The cleanup was quick, each person dragging some bodies along the ground until the guardhouse turned into a twisted resting ground for the fallen, and just like that, they were leaving. The trio that had been tasked with ending whatever it was Medusa was doing down here, plus three, got into the North bound tram and started toward the next destination.
Nancy, seeing the blood on the ground, walls, and seats, took to standing on one of the few clean spots on the floor with her feet locked together. Not moving an inch, she let her eyes wander around the car as if she were expecting the stains to spread.
Tyson broke the silence.
“Office Complex, that’s gonna be light security, pencil pushers and all that, right?” He asked. He only wanted to know because he was wondering what he would do with Nancy when the fighting picked up. There wouldn’t be many safe places for her.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 5, 2011 14:53:57 GMT -5
Matthew bent over to retrieve his knife, his shaking fingers twisting around the grip as he slid it sideways back into it's sheath on his belt rather roughly, showing his distaste in what just occurred. That couped with the fact that he was just embarassed by this simple soldier just left a bad taste in his mouth. As Tyson moved out of the room with Aya, Matthew took a few seconds to collect himself, pacing a bit before he noticed a small glint from the man's back pocket. Matthew moved in, putting his hand into the pocket.
"Sorry 'bout this, pal.."He whispered, fishing around in his pocket before withdrawing a wallet.
Taking a few seconds, he opened it up and began yanking out cards, stumbling upon a picture that dropped onto the table when he withdrew an H-ID scannable card. Without looking, Matthew stuffed it into his right jeans pocket and bent down to retrieve the fallen picture, taking a look at the couple in it. She was average- not necessarily the most beautiful, but Matthew recognized the man in it as the soldier who just ended his own life decked out in a different color- black. He flipped the picture over, seeing the words "Moscow-2008".
2008. Wasn't that the Union/Black Umbrella conflict?
Matthew studied it for a second before snapping out of it, hearing Aya speaking to the fire teams that had just arrived. He was being left behind. Matthew pocketed the picture and jogged out of the room, looking where the voices came from and hearing the sounds of brakes grinding large trains to a stop nearby. He assumed Aya procured them a free ride, which he would gladly appreciate. He padded up near the Archaeologist, looking down to his side to check his pocket for the card. Not walking all that distance would be a nice change compared to what they had been-
Gunfire.
Matthew looked up to see Aya and Tyson standing side by side, unloading into the cabin. Screams and defensive postures by the occupants showed that it was a one-sided battle. His eyes widened and he quickly rushed forward and to the door they entered, walking out and onto the train to see Aya finishing up the operator , a bullet between the eyes. He hesitated, dryness catching in his throat as his eyes scanned over the dead bodies of women, scientists and mercenaries alike. This isn't what he signed up for.
"Aya... "
He spoke, watching as she and the other men in the squad began dragging the bodies out of the tram, leaving being streaks of crimson on the riveted floor. He stood there, not helping, not really moving at all. This wasn't right. He moved towards the Tram's front, where the operator was. Two more steps and he was back on the platform, looking back to the guard house where he spotted a friendly hap-hazardly tossing a corpse into the break room.
"Office Complex, that’s gonna be light security, pencil pushers and all that, right?"
Matthew walked up to the general area where Aya and Ty were, his right fist clenched.
"They.. "He looked at Aya, stepping towards her, "Look, i'm not a soldier. You can be f*cking Rambo all you like on your own time."
He looked to Tyson, stepping once towards him then stopping."Both of you," he said, looking back to both of them sequentially, "Ease up. We're taking this slow, this is my operation too. Keep the body count low or I'm calling it. Understood?"
He took a look around and stepped away before he let them respond, taking a few seconds to cool off as he moved to lean against the side of the tram, his right hand resting on the butt of his Mateba. One of the friendly forces stepped past him and he put his hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention.
"Camera's already saw us, no need to go quiet. Expect resistance."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 6, 2011 10:12:49 GMT -5
Entire body trembling, so much of her wanted to resist. Her eyes were wide as Matthew walked away, sour at his nerve of telling her what she could and could not do. An urge to pin him to the wall with her own lecture was in mind, bursting at the seems.
Slamming an elbow into the frame of the tram as she entered, leaving a sizable dent, returning to the head cabin and forcing the speed lever out of neutral and into full throttle. Her mind scattered as the tram began to push forwards, overhead wires sparking from the sudden influx of electricity. The bronze haired girl had suddenly found it difficult to remain composed.
As Matthew stated, a welcoming party poised to greet them at the plaza, that much was visible through the tram windows as it began to slow, "Everyone down!" Aya boomed, looking out at the black body armor waiting to greet them, "Over here big guy," she issued for Tyson to stand at one of the tram exits, keeping behind him as she detached her Compound and let it unfold.
As a whole, the plaza had a large open space with a fountain in the centre; balconies for another two levels up looked over the man made clearing, concrete blocks dotted the place holding up pristine flowerbeds containing the most beautiful roses and carnations a florist could adore. Majority of the place were occupied with soldiers to top it off.
Finally coming to a complete stop, a maelstrom of of bullets cascaded over the tram. Keeping tucked behind the man in the armor, "I don't suppose this constitutes to a possible compromise of your 'low body count' rule?" Aya asked Matt, shouting over the gunfire. The girl slipped her mask over her face and tapped Tyson on the shoulder for movement, drawing an arrow from her quiver.
After clearing several metres she popped out and released the arrow, the shaft splitting in half just before reaching a group of guards, razor wire glinting. It sliced across their jugulars, decapitating the three. A royal French revolution. Aya repeated the process for a second group, hitting them on a slight angle varying the height each of them were cut at. Several pieces of cover were immediately freed up.
Speaking into her radio, "Everybody move up!" bow collapsing and returning to her webbing as she grabbed for her Tavor, "Give'em suppressing fire, Ty," bouncing out from behind him again and spraying towards the balconies in an attempt to shut up the muzzle of several guards.
As one they hit the first lot of cover. Keeping every sense open, Aya picked out a faint Ding amongst the rabid bullets, "Tyson. Elevator," she hadn't picked out where the elevators were situated, but her guess was a load of guards were dropping in to reinforce. Easy mop up with an M60 in hand.
Keeping well low, Aya flicked her mask up, "Your turn Matt. This is your operation too, so you can take a share of the leadership," her eyes gleamed at this, whether she said as much out of spite were uncertain, "Where to next?"
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Post by Mikey on Apr 8, 2011 5:12:09 GMT -5
"Look, i'm not a soldier. You can be f*cking Rambo all you like on your own time." Tyson heard Matt say, and he had to suppress a quick retort. They were going to have him bring out this bulls***? Really?
"Both of you." He said, and Tyson’s head turned to the side in a slow manner until the cracking of joints was heard.
“This coming from the guy who just tortured information out of someone? Fake information, I should add.” He said. What could he say? Aya had more restraint than he did. The civilian looked back to them and spoke again.
"Ease up. We're taking this slow, this is my operation too. Keep the body count low or I'm calling it. Understood?" He said, and Tyson shook his head.
“Mothe…” He started, noticing a look from Aya. He was about to tell the motherf**ker to shove it up his ass, that he had as much say as all three of them and that if that say meant anything to Aya, it would be worth exponentially less to him.
"Camera's already saw us, no need to go quiet. Expect resistance." He said, and Tyson once again resisted the urge to let out that it was the first intelligent thing he had said since they went through the hatch.
It wasn’t long before they made it to the next area, saw the s***storm they were rolling on into, and the bullets started to fly. Tyson didn’t need to hear Aya direct him to know what to do, he only needed the right place to stand and do it. When he was given that, he began putting out fire from the machine gun in his hands, spraying high caliber rounds into the crowd of men while their bullets fell into piles on the ground around him or embedded into the metal of the tram car.
Cover to cover, the same ol’ game. They’d played it many times before, and like most times, Tyson served more as mobile cover for several people more than he tried to find it for himself. The call for suppressing fire was given, his specialty, and he started to pump out rounds with less precision. The heat on them was starting to dissipate as enemy after enemy retreated to their own cover to avoid the heavy trails of bullets Tyson was sending after them, and the eye of the firefight was upon them.
Until reinforcements arrived. Which didn’t reinforce anything, when Tyson trained his gun on the small metal box that served as nothing but the tomb for the several men who occupied it. All of them going down in the small time it took him to empty the last of the belt. He turned back into cover and flipped the top of his weapon up, dropping the belt box and reaching for a new one. He heard Aya ask Matt, quite patronizingly, what they should do next and that he was the leader too. Tyson let out a smirk behind his mask.
“If you wanna call it because of all them guys we just killed, you might wanna go and tell the ones that are still shooting at us.” He said, placing the first round of the belt into the chamber of the weapon and slapping it shut.
“I’m sure there won’t be any problems if we wanna call it quits.” He said, a fake tone of understanding and rationality in his voice. Racking the charging handle of his weapon, he moved back out of the groups chosen cover and began shooting again. More had come out of cover, it was easy for Tyson to pick them off.
“Move up!” He yelled, watching the enemy converge to cover again. Not knowing where they were going to go from here, he didn’t care. He just knew that the time was now.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 8, 2011 10:19:45 GMT -5
“This coming from the guy who just tortured information out of someone? Fake information, I should add.”
Matthew chose not to answer, though the hypocritical way he said it made sense. Stepping into the Tram, he watched as Aya threw the machine into a forward progress, sparks flying as it jolted to a start. He sighed, leaning up against one of the windows with abandon.
"I wasn't gonna-"
As the Tram opened up, Matthew moved to the side, reaching behind him and swinging his Assault Rifle back to the front- not a complete magazine, but it'll do for now. Seeing as he had two dual mags, it wouldn't be much of a problem regardless of the situation. He dipped down as the windows violently shattered, a hailstorm of lead exploded into the tram, dotting the ceiling, back wall and more importantly, the floor with pock marks of varying shapes and sizes. That's when he heard his first sarcastic quip, Aya mentioning the "low body count" part of his speech. Great. This was going to be a fun adventure. He sighed, slipping his rifle over his head and resting it sideways on the window sill as he squeezed the trigger, letting out burts of blind fire. Within seconds, he heard a the sharp sound of an arrow followed by another one- Aya had something planned.
He tilted his head slightly, looking around Tyson's large stature to see Aya folding her compound away and withdraw her secondary. With her next words, they all moved up. Matthew, channeling more of a Rambo than they were, lifted his assault rifle up towards the balconies and let out a long spray of rounds, sending small bits of of death spackling the cover they were using as well as the ceiling and back wall- hitting everything but the enemy. Apparantely it kept them down as they all made it to the first set of cover- two fountains to either side of a large concrete.. Thing. He didn't care to describe it- it was pretty unremarkable, seeing as bullets tore it to pieces before it had a structure all it's own. When Tyson unloaded on the elevator, he let out another stream of insults inlaid with sarcasm and a bit of tongue-in-cheek humor before he mentioned they should move up. Fine with him.
Matthew let out another spray of rounds before his rifle clicked dry. Good time to move. He lifted himself up and vaulted over the fountain, planting his feet into the white-and-gray dirty water and bounding out and over, roadie-running to what looked like a pillar with two similar structures flanking it on either side. He rushed the concrete, slamming his shoulder into it as he hit the clip release and caught the mag, flipping it over and slapping it back in, drawing the charging handle back and moving his left hand back on the ribbed underbarrel grip.
"From what I can tell, there's a door to the right ahead of us and one to the left, which is pretty obvious."
Matthew reached to his belt and pulled out a grenade, using his thumb to pull out the pin. He peeked out of cover and looked up, over-hand throwing the item up to the balcony. Within seconds, it exploded, a bright flash of light exuding around the area coupled with a few annoyed screams and shouts. The originating flash was blocked from their view due to the cover mechanic the PMC's so lovingly used, which ended up becoming their downfall. If they were going to move, now would be the time.
"Probably cubicles or a meeting room in either door. Either way, it won't be a dead end. "
He grunted as a few streams of death pelted his pillar, carving away bits of the structural integrity.
"Aya, Tyson. You have more experience than me, I could care less how hypocritical I sound."
A round just passed near his head, causing him to recoil backwards, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "One of you play leader, I'm going to hang back and just follow orders. But you both heard what I said."
He leaned out and sprayed a second or two of suppressing fire, "Lets focus and do this."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 8, 2011 12:39:07 GMT -5
"I'm not interested in your contradictions, Matt. I get how you feel about this, however..." Aya didn't want to sound vague in what was going through her head during everything, the girl didn't want to have to explain herself to that Glasgow smile; yet she wanted to make him aware that there was more to it than a cheap thrill, "I don't expect you to understand how I feel. With that said, I can't be held accountable of what I might do."
A 'confession' would be a good name for it, "Tyson! Keep Nancy close, move up front and centre!" Aya took back responsibilities again, directing the big guy towards the space beneath the balconies; he could soak up aggro and remain untouchable with all of his armor, "Matt, flank 'round left with Abdul's men. Position yourselves ready to focus fire on the balcony, throw any grenades you have,"
Peeking out from around her cover, bow expanding again. Aya was not kidding when suggesting Nancy keep close to Tyson; out of everywhere in the plaza it was likely the safes place. For the little archaeologist herself it were probably scarier than hell having bullets bend around her; like sitting in a car arching with electricity though, you were bulletproof unless you took one step away from where you were grounded.
The pair were a fair distance out now, a lot of the return fire situated on them; a cobblestone looking path formed from where all the lead dropped. Flicking her mask down; Aya signaled for Matthew and the soldiers to move before sliding to separate cover herself, slipping a hellrazor shaft out of the quiver.
At the moment the balcony stood as a massive benefit for the Mercs, taking that away from them would prove invaluable, "Cripplin' the overhead. Stay where you are Ty, direct yer fire to whoever's around the door to the right hand side of the Plaza. That's where we're headed."
With the path Tyson took a safe path had been made, Matthew and the soldiers would be able to cross from the left hand side of the Plaza to the exit easily. Aya simply desired effective multi-directional bombardment, "Flush'em! Now! Don't cook!"
It might have come across as a strange order; the more the pineapples had on the timer meant a greater chance for anyone sitting on its killzone could get out of the way. All Aya wanted to do was take away the handicap. At the same time she would be buying her way back into Matthew's good books.
As olive drab orbs went airborne the bronze haired girl let loose the hellrazor, skewering itself in a column prominent to the structure of the balconies. With the combined force of the explosion the concrete overlooks began crumbling down. Falling away like wet, walnut layered cake. A plume of dust and debris fanned out over the area from the force of the drop leaving an agreeable smokescreen on top of a majority of the Plaza. Everything shook.
A sense of direction would be beneficial, <Everyone move towards the target door,> Aya's voice crackled over the radio. A lot of gunfire had suddenly ceased from the confusion making movement far more safer than only a moment earlier.
Storming into the sister equivalent of the oval office, Aya crouched beside the opening after ramming the door open, mask up, "Rig it. Make some distance between us and them," she ordered to a soldier, the man pulling out his two claymores for a booby trap.
From what could be told of the office, it existed as a major meeting point for those perhaps a little below the top execs. An entrance existed straight from the Plaza so as not to waste time, and another exit at the other end would likely be used to continue further into this section of the facility.
"Okay folks, we'll be splitting again, wear the resistance thin," Aya pushed through into a grim grey hallway, maybe an emergency exit, "This sector is definitely the blue collar pen pusher area. Let's look for a way into the next hub over, I doubt the chamber is anywhere around here. If you can find a map of the place forward it to everyone," already two soldiers broke away, heading in their own direction; as the rest of them continued down the hall the remaining two soldiers broke off at the next intersection.
"I think that door might have been an emergency exit. Security would know which direction we're headed. So far we've hit grunts and riot guards. Medusa'll have a procedure for an assault on the facility, there's bound to be more up their sleeve," it was only a matter of time before the three of them ran into some of the PMC's more exotic weapons.
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