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Post by NotAvailable on May 12, 2011 13:17:11 GMT -5
Criss pushed on the elevator buttons. She wasn't about to walk up 50 flights of stairs, especially since she had to trek back to the old checkpoint later. As she waited impatiently, she heard the other man, Gray or something, talking to her about how Carolyn was his responsiblity because he felt guilty or some as she would say, "wussy-ass sh*t like that".
As far as she was concerned, Jamie left her under her care and protection. When the doors opened, Criss had seen a dead body inside, luckily for Carolyn, she was staring away at something else.
Criss kicked the body a bit and looked down at the child. "Close your eyes until I tell you to open them. Don't peek, either," she warned.
Carolyn frowned and shut her eyes tight, putting both hands over them. "Howcome?"
"Because I said so."
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Post by Mikey on May 12, 2011 13:41:04 GMT -5
Harrison took a look at the group as they dispersed, one nuclear family sized group starting their exit, and Conner’s group exiting the area by way of the elevator. Conner and Harrison went to the lounge area of the lobby. Time to catch up.
"So what are you doing here, man? How ya been?" Conner asked.
“Same ol’, same ol’. I was transferred here originally to train the new Special Weapons And Tactics guys, be the new commander and all that. And when some a**hole up the chain let this happen again, I been puttin’ em to work.” He said.
“Also been plannin’ with the military, helping em’ with the layout of the area and all that junk their too lazy to find out on their own.” He said. In Nam, he didn’t get some local to tell him where everything was. They went and did things the old fashioned way, they just went and kicked down doors to do their jobs.
"And where are you working?" Conner asked.
“Most days, they got a command center on the top floor.” He said. Ya, he didn’t do much field work these days. Even through he was ready for it most days. Even now. He had a BDU and his boots on, he had a full sized and then compact handgun on his belt, as well as a full sized knife. He was ready for a load of trouble every day. Not being ready had gotten humanity in the mess it was in now…
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Post by Rhinn on May 12, 2011 14:05:21 GMT -5
Connor leaned in and dropped his voice to a near whisper. He had told Ciara that he would have received orders once he arrived, but he already had them. He just didn’t want to worry his sister or his daughter.
“How would you like to get back out into the field again?” asked Connor. “I have orders to start up another Zombie Kill Team in Raccoon City. I led one in Chicago for a while before I switched to SWAT. Was dirty work, but I developed a taste for it. We’d have funding for weapons and ammo, plus we have access to the motor pool here. I’m authorized to have a team of up to 4 people.”
Connor paused for a moment. “If you are interested, I’d love to have you. I can’t get better than you, even if you need a walker to get around.” A smile blossomed on Connor’s face. Lynch was pushing 60, but he was probably in better shape than most men in their 40’s. “If not, could you point me to a few good men or women that might want to join?
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Post by Mikey on May 12, 2011 14:18:58 GMT -5
Lynch let a small smile cross his face, cracking to a toothy grin soon after Conner made his joke.
“Well, when you put it like that, ya cheeky bastard, how can I say no?” He said. Back in the field? Him? Hell ya. He hated this, sitting in a damn chair and listening to a bunch of other boys and girls going off and having the fun. He was an old man, sure, but he wasn’t anyone’s dad. It wasn’t his job to sit everything out.
“I’m sure your orders will override mine.” He said. His orders weren’t actually orders, the military had no actual say in what he did. It was more like he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart. And when something like this came up, he could find the justification to jump ship and swim to another.
“When and were, boy, tell me that and you got me.”
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Post by Arkaym on May 12, 2011 14:43:51 GMT -5
Gray leaned back against the elevator wall, taking a cigarette and flicking the lighter impatiently until a flame sprung up. As he smoked, he considered whether or not he should not smoke in such a small environment with a lady and a child in the elevator with him. Then he inhaled and forgot entirely about that little concern. Gray also reloaded his gun, knowing he was nearly out of bullets. The almost-empty clip made a loud clang as it hit the floor, then a soft squelch as it bounced and landed in the corpse's brain matter. He looked down at the woman he'd shot, the mother of the child that was just inches away. Despite all natural instinct, he felt no real sympathy or pity for the child. Her mother was bitten. There was no other way. Such is life.
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Post by Rhinn on May 13, 2011 13:28:44 GMT -5
Connor leaned forward. “We’d be working in the immediate area of Raccoon City, but we might be called out to different areas as hot spots pop up. We are not officially under the military or the Raccoon City PD, but we can pull from their assets and resources.”
“I’m look for a three or four person team to work with. As we sweep an area, the military would move in and hold the area. It won’t be consistent work, so there would be plenty of time to work on your wooden boat in the basement. You do have a wooden boat that you work on in the basement right? All old men need that.”
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Post by Mikey on May 18, 2011 21:41:29 GMT -5
“One, f**k you. Two, the basement is full of supplies, no room.” Harrison answered, hearing the details of the team Conner was putting together.
“I got time on my hands, I’d like to get back in the game. I’m in.” He said, holding out his hand for a shake.
“Now lets get upstairs, don’t wanna keep your girls waiting.” He said, punching the call button on the elevator. He had some of his own goodies up in his apartment that he could bring. He wondered how long it had been since the little one had eaten a candy bar?
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Post by Rhinn on May 18, 2011 23:12:41 GMT -5
Connor laughed and stood up, shaking Lynch's hand and clapping him on the back. Same old Lynch, thought Connor. He followed Harrison over to the elevator.
"Just come on up when you can. It'll be apartment 1414. And if you can think of anyone else who would like to join us, let me know."
Connor stepped into the elevator with Harrison. "Tomorrow, let set out early. I want to get the lay of the area and know what we are dealing with. We'll do it by car and then by chopper if I can get the RCPD to lend it to me. Then we gather our gear and go hunting. I want it to be safe, but also effective. Any ideas you have, feel free to suggest them. You've been here longer tha me."
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Post by Mikey on May 20, 2011 3:31:35 GMT -5
“The f**k kinda commando are you, Slick?” Harrison shot at Conner. Slick. One of the little nicknames he’d used in training. Usually for someone who thought they were hot s*** in a wine glass, but in reality turned out to be cold diarrhea in a Dixie cup.
“What’s this s*** about goin’ and ‘gathering gear’? You ought to have it all with you.” He said. Back in Chicago, SWAT was an on call job. It didn’t matter if you had Marilyn Monroe in bed, you got there when your beeper went off. And as such, everyone carried their s*** with them. If you were the sniper, you had your rifle in your trunk. If you were point man, you had your shotgun under your seat. If you were a negotiator, you stuck that damn phone up your ass if you had to, but you made sure it was with you at all times.
“Callin’ me old, I’m the one with the gear upstairs.” He said. Half of it, anyway. If he wanted to get ready, he slipped on a vest, a helmet, he picked up his ol’ Remington and he went on his merry little way.
“I’ll be in in a bit. Got a surprise for the little un’.” He said, stepping out on the floor below Conner’s when the doors opened. He walked straight to his room, opened it the knob’s lock and the three dead bolts he had installed, and walked inside. He had a small supply of MRE’s in the kitchen. Enough to feed everyone in the building for about two days if it came to that. He liked to be prepared. He didn’t have much in the place of normal food, but the MRE’s always had a candy type item in them. Sliding a few of the packages to the side as he looked for one, he sliced open the top with the Ka Bar at his side and pulled out the chocolate bar. Holding it in his hand, he made his way back to the elevator and back to Conner’s floor, then his front door. Knocking a few times, he waited for the door to open.
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Post by Rhinn on May 20, 2011 16:31:26 GMT -5
Connor smiled at Harrison’s comments. Same ol’ Lynch… rough around the edges and ready for action, thought Connor. When the door shut, the elevator carried him up another floor where he exited the elevator and went to 1416, his sister’s apartment. He knew that is where they would be. He walked down the hallway, noting how it was narrower than most other places. That was good if a mass of zombies did come down the hallway, they couldn’t get more than 4 across. A team of skilled shooters could keep them at bay, building up a barricade of dead bodies. He also noticed that there were steel shutter doors at even intervals that could be shut, blocking off areas of the complex, or trapping intruders in an area.
He walked the door and was greeted with a flying hug from Celeste. In her hand she had a picture she had drawn for him. He took it and looked at it. Then he gave her a kiss on her forehead.
“That’s great Bug. Why don’t we hang it on Ciara’s fridge for now?”
Celeste nodded and went over to the fridge and used a magnet to hang it. It was a really good sketching, thought Connor. It was of Connor, Celeste and another woman that Connor vaguely recognized. He was trying to place the memory of the woman when there was a knock at the door.
Connor smiled… “Our guest have arrived”, he said walking over there and opening the door. Harrison was standing there. Connor moved out of the way and let him in.
“Come on in."
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Post by Mikey on May 26, 2011 3:52:46 GMT -5
Harrison walked into the apartment when Conner invited him in, looking around at the mostly empty place. Sure, it had the basic furniture provided. Table and chairs in the kitchen, a couch in the living room. Junk like that, but it was easy to see that no one had lived here since it had been refurbished.
“Like what you’ve done with the place. Very… Clean.” He said, looking around, knowing full well that they hadn’t lived here for more than ten minutes. “So what’s on the menu?” He asked, looking around and eyeing the little girl. He gave her a small smile and pulled out the wrapped candy bar from his pocket.
“And what’s a new house without a housewarming gift?” He said, kneeling down and handing the chocolate bar to Celeste.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 1, 2011 14:38:08 GMT -5
(ooc - Sorry, I thought some others might join in, but that's okay)
Celeste walked tentatively over to Harrison. She looked between him and her dad, as if he was going to object. When he didn't, a smile exploded on her face. She grabbed the bar.
"Thank you Mr. Harrison." she said. Her dad had trained her to be polite.
"Dad can I.."
"After dinner." Connor answered her unfinished question. She looked dejected. "Okay."
Celeste then went off to help her Aunt Ciara, leaving Connor alone with Harrison.
"You probably just made a friend, Lynch." She loves chocolate, though I end up eating half of it." Connor moved over to the counter and picked up a plate. He motioned for Lynch to do the same.
"It's not much, but it beats MRE's." Connor opened the door to the patio and stepped out. The sky was showing signs of heading toward dusk with reds and oranges replacing the blues of the sky. He took a seat at the table and bit into his sandwich.
"So what's going on around here? I was briefed that this was a safe area, but the lady in the elevator said that they had an attack on of the undead?"
If this place wasn't safe, then he would need to send his family somewhere else... which probably would mean Vegas.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 3, 2011 10:43:13 GMT -5
Harrison took a seat across from Conner with a sandwich on his plate, looking out at the skyline for a moment before he started eating. The ruined buildings that hadn’t survived the outbreak stood out among ones that seemingly hadn’t been touched. If they were going to clean up this place, it would be a fairly inhabitable place when it was clean.
“They weren’t talking about here, I can tell ya that much.” Harrison said as he took a bite from the non packaged meal. Chewing and swallowing, he spoke again.
“This place is locked up tighter than s***. Aint nothing going to break through that wall that is gonna survive. We have six platoons worth of Army at any given time, got a patrol chopper most days. And this apartment building is our fall back point. Worse comes to worse, they blow the elevator and stairs at the first floor. Nothing comes up, and there’s enough guns and supplies to invade China in here.” Harrison said.
“As for the lay of the land… It aint good. We got a ten by ten block parameter locked up, but that’s it. Everything else, total chaos. The good ol’ boys are doing their damndest, but we got walkers from fifty miles coming in every day. We aint in trouble, but we aint making any headway any time soon either.” He said, taking another bite and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He stood up from the table and walked to the railing of the balcony, lighting up and blowing smoke out into the evening air. He was usually a cigar kind of guy, but he was low on those. He had one left, and he was saving it for a special occasion. What kind of occasion, he didn’t know yet. So, he made do with what he had, which was a rather large stack of smokes in the supply pile of varying brands.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 3, 2011 20:14:58 GMT -5
Connor took another bite of the sandwich and then gulped on his drink. As he finished he looked back at Celeste and Ciara. "That's about as much as they told me in Chicago. We will be starting with the smaller buildings that are around the compound that are still useful. We clear them out and then the Army Core of Engineers will come in and board it up good and tight. Then the Army will take control of it security while they build defenses around it and tie it into this secure point.
I think the higher ups think that a island hopping technique will help us retake this portion of the city."
Connor took three silver cylinders from his pocket and tossed two of them over to Lynch. He had picked up a case of Cuban's finest before he left Chicago. After that came a cutter and a lighter for the cigars.
"That cancer stick will kill you, try one of these."
Connor took a long draw on his cigar and left the smoke out slowly. He was careful to not let Celeste see him smoke or drink. She hated it and he was relunctant to disappoint her.
"I also have a few ideas about setting up some kill zones and just letting them come to us."
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Post by Mikey on Jun 4, 2011 0:04:22 GMT -5
Lynch stared at the cigar cases for a moment, and then at the cigarette in his hand. Tossing the mostly smoked cigarette over the edge of the balcony, he let a wide grin spread over his face as he popped open one of them and slid the cigar free. Giving it a smell, he cut the end off and smelled the tobacco inside. It was even his brand…
“Boy, I could kiss you right about now…” He said, putting the cigar in his mouth and lighting it with his own lighter. A solid brass lighter with the emblem of the Marine Corps stamped into the side. Sliding the other back to Conner, he inhaled the smoke and looked back to the younger man.
“Course, who wants to kiss that?” He said with a smirk as he looked at Conner. He suddenly grew more serious as he took another puff of smoke into his lungs.
“If you wanna set up a kill point, you best make sure you got some real marksmen and more than a couple thousand rounds.” He said. “I’ve tried it, and I’ll tell ya, more of them show up than the VC in Nam.” He said, thinking back to his failed efforts right when the outbreak started. They must have killed the whole population of the city worth of zombies, but they kept on coming.
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