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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 17:58:51 GMT -5
A monolith of a gate towers into the sky, stopping entrance from the ocean and other cities into Raccoon City. There are guards on either side, stopping anyone from getting in or getting out. There is still massive crowding at the check point- whether it be survivors or zombies, high caliber weapons tear through the ranks like butter. The US Marines are stationed around the tower and on top of it. There are four turrets spanning the top of the gate pointing downward and two dozen men aimed with assault rifles downward. There's a guard stationed within the two sliding doors of the gate and there's a card reader on the outside. This gate is impenetrable and getting anywhere close is a miracle.
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Post by 1st Capt. Derek Windham on May 13, 2010 10:14:36 GMT -5
[Derek Enters Raven's Gate Bridge Checkpoint]
Derek was standing still in a multitude of people. He had his rifle strapped across his back and he had one of his pistols held steadily in his left hand. The pistol had a flashlight taped to it allowing him to see what he was shooting. Derek had arrived here due to the Truck breaking down. He was now on foot looking for any signs of rest, and regrouping. He stood still waiting for anything and anyone...
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Post by Prussian on Jun 13, 2010 21:54:53 GMT -5
[Nathanos has entered the Downtown area of Raccoon City]
The sleek black helicopter passed over the gates, hovering over the streets and tossing liter about and causing people to scatter. Finally seeing a suitable place to land, it touches down.
The door opens and Nathanos stepped out; his entourage of TSTU Personnel guised in suits, sunglasses and other panoply of a privatized Security firm.
"Just what the hell do you think your doing?" yelled a US Soldier, running up as the blades began to quite.
Nathanos' security personnel blocked the man but Nathans parted the two, forcibly shaking the Soldier's hand.
"Nathanos Rivendare. I'm here to speak with Eden Corp. about the wonderful work they've done to help rebuild this city." said Nathanos.
"Well thats just f**king fantastic; now what the f**k are you thinking landing a helicopter in the middle of a goddamn street?" yelled the Soldier.
"Well my good sir you wouldn't expect me to walk here now would you? Hicks give the nice Soldier a cigar on my behalf. Athousand pardons lad. I'll make my business quick." said Nathanos patting the Soldier on the back.
"Stay at the copter with Gambhir, if there's problems with soldiers, break out the whiskey. If their officers come, call me." Nathanos whispered into Ito's ear.
"Gotcha." Ito said, taking a seat in the helicopter and starting a discussion with Gambhir.
Sobczak and Hicks followed Nathanos on either side as he proceeded to the business and Eden Corp. place of business. Nathanos proceeding on his political routine as he made his way to it.
"Hello sir, was wondering about how you felt about your personnel security." said Nathanos, forcibly grabbing a strangers hand and wrangling them into a conversation.
"This sum' kinda' interview?" said the stranger.
"You could say that." Nathanos said.
"Well s*** man. It's not like we gotta a choice here. Kinda just stuck. Heard it ain't much better anywhere else though." said the stranger.
"Indeed, indeed. Thank you for your time." said Nathanos patting him on the back.
Hicks and Sobczak exchanged looks of annoyance as Nathanos repeated this process (all of which resulted in similar conversations) with everyone he crossed paths which; including one man who spoke only Spanish.
"Excuse me, sir. I suggest we move along, I'm not sure how long we're going to be able to have parked in the middle of a street." advised Hicks.
Nathanos chuckled, "Notice any traffic?"
"Still-" Hicks started.
"I'm aware, you'll have to begin learning how not to question my actions, Sergeant." Nathanos said in a sharp tone as they entered Eden Corps. business-place.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 17, 2010 22:54:12 GMT -5
[Approximately 1 mile away from the Checkpoint]
"We're about one mile away. Your sure you want to do this sir?" Alvarez asked.
"Yes. You turn the corner here. Find somewhere hidden and quite to park, and be ready." Nathanos ordered, taking a deep breath and glancing back at the small Horde of Undead.
His heart was pounding, racing with adrenaline, and it was there he felt it again; the high he'd previously called the sting of battle, something he'd not felt in years. He strapped the metal case to his body and holstered his pistols. He managed to fit a few flash and smoke grenades into the small pockets of the janitor outfit, but he wasn't sure how affective they'd be against the infected.
He swung open the door and leaped out, whistling loudly and jumping up and down waving his arms. Alvarez promptly followed his orders, speeding away leaving him alone in a street with forty or more infected slowly lumbering toward him. As more started to seep out of alley-ways and open-doors he'd wondered if he'd ever been this popular. Here he was, in the middle of an American street, dressed like a janitor that attempted to clean-up a minefield, and he was getting attention that in a better time only a Rockstar would have warranted.
"E Nomine Mos Deus."
He spun his walking stick around as he slowly walked, taunting the horde as they lumbered toward him. For a moment he imagined himself as the head of some massive undead parade. In a brief flash of immaturity, he considered leading the dead yelling "We're here! We're Bioengineer'd, Get use to it!".
Whatever sense of fun he was having was quickly pushed away as he began hearing the countless individual moans and foot-steps. He glanced back and picked up the pace, jumping on cars and smashing on them with his walking stick until their alarms went off. He continued this for several blocks until he heard an inhuman cry. Oh s***... it couldn't be one of those things.
Nathanos quickly unsheathed his blade and began sprinting down the street, violently smashing any car he came into contact with. As he jumped onto a rather nice Porsche and began smashing it he felt a tongue wrap around his leg, it pulled tight as the licker became visible, attempting to pull him in toward the horde. He hit the roof of the car hard and was quickly pulled off, barely manging to gain hold of the side-mirror on a car parked behind the now dented Porsche. He felt the rusted car mirror begin to bend and break as he swung violently, attempting to cut the tongue. As he felt the mirror snap he saw his life flash before his eyes; and in that moment he felt a certain bliss. He was wrong, he wasn't destined. No, he'd be with his beloved Anabel and William soon. As Nathanos dwelled upon this he found himself on the ground, a partially severed licker tongue hanging limp around his ankle.
"It won't be that easy for us, we are chosen." Nathanos quickly got to his feet, continuing his trend of setting off car-alarms and dodging the dead assembling in front of him.
He turned the corner and saw the Raven's Gate check-point. The moment was pure fortune; two soldiers in a Humvee outside the bridge. Last time there were more out here, Nathanos pondered silently if perhaps some of them had been dispatched to find him? He crackled a smile, struggling to hold back laughter. The imbeciles, they'd played right into his hand. He sheathed his blade back into his walking stick and began leaning on it heavily.
"HELP! HELP ME! HELP!" he cried, leaning on the walking-stick and wincing with a loud grunt of pain every-time he used his right-leg, he couldn't help but feel some self-admiration for the rather convincing performance.
The Humvee drove up to him.
"Who are--- oh s***." the Soldier said, looking at Nathanos and then at the large number of infected poring from the corner the 'wounded janitor' just turned.
Nathanos would take this opportunity; he activated one of the flash grenades and threw it into the car, covering his eyes and ears as he hit the ground.
The loud boom caused a ring in his ears at that range, but he could see, and that's all he needed. He drew his blade and drove it clean through the head of the soldier in the passenger seat, opening the door of the Humvee and sliding the soldier's body out. He then jumped into the car and slit the throat of the soldier driving. He quietly dragged both bodies to the front of the Humvee and ripped off the tattered Janitor outfit, putting the metal case on the hood and changing into the uniform and armor of the slain US soldiers as quickly as he could (briefly pondering how many people had stripped in front of an audience of infected).
Nathanos tore off the disgusting wig and whipped it at the group of advancing infected before putting on one of the soldier's helmets and getting into the Humvee, promptly driving down the bridge to the gate. One out of what had to be at least ten soldiers approached his window, Nathanos at this point having had put on the persona of a terrorized soldier.
"Back form patrol -- hey... what happened to Mark and Phil?" asked the Gate-Keeper.
"f**k man... f**k! They're dead! They're f**king dead! f**kING LOOK MAN!" Nathanos said with a strong southern drull.
"What?!" the Gate-Keeper said, picking up his binoculars and looking across the bridge, seeing a growing number of infected swarming around at least one identifiable soldier (one zombie though seemed to be struggling to eat a large clump of hair).
"Holy s***! Get in there and tell HQ we got a Code V!" the Gate-Keeper ordered, hurriedly passing Nathanos through.
Nathanos drove the Humvee in then stepped out, rushing to another soldier enjoying a cigarette and grabbing him.
"WE GOT A CODE V!!! TELL HQ!" Nathanos repeated the Gate-Keeper's order.
"W--What? Oh s***." the Soldier dropped his cigarette and promptly ran to the nearest officer.
Nathanos chuckled as he took the metal case from the Humvee and promptly slipped into the shadows, completely forgotten about in the panic and confusion. The downtown area of Raccoon City would soon be consumed by it's former inhabitants.
[Nathanos (Under Cover) has entered the Downtown area of Raccoon City... bum bum bum]
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Post by rorschach on Jun 18, 2010 0:58:43 GMT -5
[Desmond has entered Raven's Gate Bridge Checkpoint]
He sprinted down the street full force, he could see the enormous gate ahead, along with an enourmous crowd of zombies. He could think of away in but it was gonna suck... he ran with the crowd toward the gate, shouldering his way through the crowd as he heard the blare of the mounted turrets cutting through the crowd like butter the gate doors opened as they let soldiers out and the two crowds clashed as he ran his way through both crowds making his way into the second sliding door as he ducked too the side as the sliding door opened with more soldiers pouring out preoccupied with the horde. He rushed through into the walled off city and ducked into an alley as the blasts rang out through the air... he ran down the alley with the one strap backpack across his chest and his hoodie zipped, he knelt down and reached for the radio, "This is Desmond, iv'e reached the checkpoint and am inside the city, where do exactly do i place this thing"?
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Post by Prussian on Jun 18, 2010 15:14:36 GMT -5
"You'll see a man-hole near the tower at the front gate. Descend into the sewers, and proceed through them. I believe you are to take a right, but I'm not wholly sure. At any rate you will find some wiring running along a metal beam on the sewer's ceiling running to the walls. Hang the back-pack from one of these wires, and get out of the sewers." Nathanos said over the radio.
He strode from the darkness into the streets, watching the chaos as civilians we're retreated and soldiers from other guard posts hurriedly rushed toward the North Gate.
A Humvee stopped in front of Nathanos and an Officer leaned from the window.
"Soldier! Get to Checkpoint Beta, just stand out there and radio if there's more infected start growing on the other side." he ordered, throwing Nathanos a key-chain with a key-card on it and driving away hurriedly.
Nathanos immediately disregarded the order, but then realized he may well be the only man out there. He rushed toward Checkpoint Delta, a gate on the east-wall used by traffic coming from the Airport.
He stood in front of the abandoned gate and grinned, the Horde had proved to be a greater distraction then he'd had hoped. He used the key-card and opened the gate, stepping out onto the east side.
"Alvarez, East Side. Coast's clear. Drop the pay-load." Nathanos said over his PPR.
Almost as if on cue a Humvee pulled around the corner, coming from the road leading from the airport. It pulled up to Nathanos.
"Just what the hells going on in there Private?" a Lieutenant asked, poking his head out of the passenger side of the Humvee.
"Code V, sir. Infected have breached the wire. All other gates on lock-down until the infected have been cleared from the city." Nathanos lied.
"Well Holy s***. God damn Spooks poking around in our buisness, send me on a patrol looking for some 'goddamn Tricell truck." the Lieutenant fumed, "Pass us through and we'll help put those f**kers down."
"I can't do that sir. I'm under orders from my superior not to let anyone through, sir." Nathanos lied, his English in a slight Louisianian accent now.
"Well s*** what are we suppose to do sit here and circle-jerk while those things tear the place up?!" the Lieutenant growled.
Nathanos sighed, "Alright sir. You can come with me, I'll take you to my Commanding Officer. Your men will have to stay out here though, sir. It's total lock-down, I might get discharged for just letting in you."
"Goddamnit, these are US Soldiers. They're coming with me." the Lieutenant demanded.
"We've had reports of people stealing US uniforms off dead men. HQ thinks it might be related to the attack on the Eden Corp. building." Nathanos said, hiding a triumphant smile.
"Well aint everything gone to hell in a hand-basket? Alright." the Lieutenant said reluctantly, getting out of the vehicle and following Nathanos through the gates.
"You just stay here, Soldier. I know where the HQ is, I'll get this all cleared up so you don't get in any type of trouble." the Lieutenant said.
"Thank you, sir." Nathanos said with a smile, frowning on the inside, this man was as old as he was, he may have fought with him in the Gulf War for all he knew. It was a shame he had to die.
As soon as the Lieutenant turned his back Nathanos rushed up, smashing him on the back of the head with with one of his pistols and snapping the Lieutenant's neck as he lay unconscious on the ground. He dragged the Lieutenant's body into an alley-way and promptly changed clothing with the dead man. He strode out of the alley-way dusting off the Officer's field-uniform minutes later.
"Closing on destination sir. There appears to be a military Humvee though; abort?" Alvarez's voice cracked over his PPR.
"No, continue. Drop the goods and hide. I'll need you to pick up someone shortly." Nathanos said.
"Alright, roger that sir." Alvarez said as drove the Tricell truck within sight of Checkpoint Beta, stopping in the center of the road leading to the airport.
The soldiers sitting there waiting for the Lieutenant to return utterly unaware of their Officer's fate immediately noticed the truck.
The Humvee turned and began to move toward Alvarez, who promptly detached the attachment and sped back in the different direction. The Humvee began to gave chase but a loud roar erupted from the innards of the cargo-hold as the holding doors slowly opened. One massive gray arm reached out, followed by another, grabbing both sides of the cargo-hold. With a loud bang the cargo-hold fell over vertically and began to lift upward. Two massive gray feet becoming visible as the cargo-hold was lifted higher and higher until finally the Gigante had freed itself. It let out a loud a roar of freedom and stretched.
"What... the f**k is that." One of the soldiers said in shock, not believing his eyes.
"FIRE!!!" one of them yelled, shooting at the Gigante with the Humvee's machine gun.
The Gigante roared more in anger than pain, grabbing the cargo-hold it'd just free'd itself from with both arms and hurling it at the truck. The armored crate smashed into the military vehicle, causing it to fly backwards in a spiral. One of the man crawled from the wreckage only to be picked up by the Gigante and devoured in two bites.
Suddenly a few machine-gun fire began to slam into the Gigante's legs, coming from the wall. Nathanos on the turret grinning, "That's right you over-sized fat-boy, come over here." he said.
Perhaps hearing the comment about his weight or just angered by more machine gun fire, the Gigante picked up the Humvee and proceeded to hammer-throw it at the wall assaulting him. Nathanos hit the floor of the wall, the Humvee flying over the wall, missing him by inches, taking off the turret completely off. The crumpled Humvee banged against the street, it's engine catching fire as it finally landed.
Nathanos drew his pistol, firing at the Gigante a few times to ensure the wall was it's destination. He only managed to view the beast rip a street-light from the ground, carrying it like a baseball bat as it approached the wall. Upon seeing this Nathanos decided this may be the best moment to flee, running to the ladder and sliding down it, quickly disappearing into the alleyways as the beast lumbered over.
The Gigante gripped the top of the Wall, attempting to climb over. When the wall shocked the Gigante he let out a loud growl in annoyance, raising the street-light above his head and bashing it against the wall until the electric sparks ceased. It flung the bent street-light over the wall and proceeded to climb over it.
It roared in triumphant as it's feet touched the street.
Nathanos touched his PPR, "You may want to be... very quick about that." he radioed to Desmond.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 18, 2010 21:41:46 GMT -5
Richard could hear the commotion, the gunfire from several blocks away. Thinking this was a good candidate for the disturbance. He rounded a corner, and promptly slammed on the brakes. He’d come from the other side of the wall, and was now faced with the site of the giant monster lumbering down the street head on. He forgot about the men he was tracking, for now, and knew he had to stop this thing. On this side of the security wall, it was a threat that could wipe out anything in its path. He already knew he didn’t have much hope of taking it down himself. But he had a distinct advantage. He knew what this thing was. He knew the combat data, he’d simulated against it. He knew that it was dangerous, but it could be killed. Just like anything else.
His first step was simple. He wanted to stop it from moving, cripple it completely if he could. And he was sitting in a thousand pound piece of mobile metal. He looked at the steering wheel and put his thumb on the cruise control. His other hand unbuckled his seat belt and grasped the door handle. He jammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the engine slowly growing in noise as the speed picked up. He let it get to sixty miles per hour before he hit the cruise control. He threw the door open, lined up the car with the monster’s right leg as best he could, and fell sideways out of the car. He tucked his arms in and held them close, locking his legs next to each other. He rolled several times before he came to a rest, turning his head over to the monster. The speeding vehicle kept its course, the monster slow to realize what it was. It was standing still, watching the yellow object with curiosity, when it impacted.
As he had hoped, the monster went to a knee at the massive weight and speed of impact. He didn’t know for how long, but it gave him time to get to a better position. Or at least recover, get to his feet, get out a weapon to fire on it. He did just that, ripping his sweater open and throwing it to the ground. He pulled down his mask, and flipped the assault carbine from his back into his arms. He pulled it up, took aim down the sights he had failed to trade for an optic of some kind, and fired off rounds in bursts of five to seven rounds. Aiming for the face with every shot, he grouped the rounds around the upper torso and head of the creature. He knew what would come after he damaged the creature well enough.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 18, 2010 22:40:24 GMT -5
Nathanos watched the Gigante move through the city from the safety of a thin alley-way. He was just about to turn and leave the monster to it's own devices when he saw the taxi car slam into the creature's leg.
"My, my. Now that's quite the brave Taxi-Driver." he said aloud to himself.
Nathanos quickly scaled a nearby fire-escape, leaping from it to the roof of a relatively small building. He went prone and peaked over the edge. He watched the mysterious Cabbie tear off his sweater and open-fire as the creature was forced onto one knee. These didn't appear to be lucky shots, this man knew what he was doing. Not many people had seen the Kennedy Report, it'd made it's rounds through military & political leaders but at the time, and now, T-Virus training and tactics were the world's cup of tea. No this man wasn't a soldier, and he defiantly wasn't the world's deadliest cab-driver. FBI? No. CIA? Not likely.... The BSAA? Had to be. He couldn't restrain a quiet laugh. This just became a challenge. And just when he was beginning to become bored.
The Gigante roared in anger as the bullets hit into it's face, grabbing the taxi and using it as a shield against the hail of bullets. It stood up, recovering from the attack, and throwing the dented taxi at Richard with an angered roar. The Gigante quickly followed the taxi it'd just thrown, tearing a phone-booth from ground and charing at Richard with it's elbow down.
Nathanos watched the events transpire as he pondered. Should he aid the Gigante? And if so, how so? He couldn't get close, the monster would not comprehend friend from foe. A flash grenade would just cause a brief pause in the duel, and a smoke grenade would likely benefit the man more than the monster. He could attempt to shoot the man; he was a good shot, but pistols at this range were hard to get a clear shot with and there's no guarantee the over-grown Spaniard wouldn't move in the line of fire. He patted the metal case strapped to his side; he had a back-up plan if the man was capable enough to slay the giant.
Indeed, more pressing matters at hand. "Good luck lad. Smash that Yank to a bloody pulp." Nathanos said in the direction of the Gigante, tipping his stolen officer's cap before leaping back to the fire-escape and swiftly descending it.
He quickly went through the maze of alleyways and streets until at last Eden Corporation's place of buisness was once again in sight. He drew his pistol as he approached the building. Time to fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle.
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Post by rorschach on Jun 19, 2010 12:16:45 GMT -5
Desmond was slightly irked about what the man had said, but followed the instructions into the sewers, he heard the roars and felt the ground shake above and below him, he ran along the walls, following the wires untill he saw just as the man has described, he place the backpack on the metal beam and ran to the nearest manhole, by now he constantly felt vibrations in the ground, he emerged from the sewers with his mask down, he jumped out and ran across the street as a massive grey behemoth charged. He rolled out of the way and sprinted even faster into an alley and made a sharp turn, WHAT THE F*** he yelled into the radio, he heard someone shooting in bursts. He jumped onto the hood of a car and hopped back off never stopping, he ran toward the gate most of the other gunshots had stopped. He stopped suddenly and dove to the left as a car screeched and slammed into the wall previously in front of him, he crawled to a run and sprinted to the gate when he realised there was no way for him to open this one, he continued to run and spoke into the radio "the bomb has been planted i need a way out of here, there's something big in here... S***, he cut radio transmission as another huge chunk of cement hit the ground past him, at least he was a good distraction... All he could do now was fire at it with his spas-12 and wait for a reply.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 19, 2010 12:51:03 GMT -5
"Do not open fire on the Gigante. Head to Checkpoint Beta on the East Wall. The gate should be open. Head through the alley-ways you imbecile." Nathanos hissed over the radio, he already had a BSAA agent firing at this rather expensive B.O.W, he'd kill this kid himself if he actually started helping the enemy.
"I've ordered Alvarez, the woman driving the truck, to escort you to the TSTU Personal. You have ten minutes. She will be outside the walls. Use the radio to contact her." Nathanos added as screwed silencers onto his pistols and stopped at the doors to Eden Corp.'s buisness place.
He checked his watch and pulled out his cel-phone. He'd have to time the detonation right. He burst out with his usual cold guffaw.
"Hahahaha... oh, I should have started doing this years ago." he said with a smile, calling the number on his phone.
A huge explosion rocked the down-town area as the IED exploded, the concrete underneath the bomb erupted and flew sky-rocketed forward as a shock-wave tossed nearby cars, people and objects about like path-toys. Moments later electricity everywhere began to go out, all the gates slowly sliding open, all the lights going out, and for a brief moment utter silence. Followed by screaming, moaning, gun-fire and another roar of the Gigante.
Nathanos kicked open the door to the Eden Corp.'s warehouse and immediately shot the new clerk through the head with his silence pistol.
"Good to be back." Nathanos said casually he proceeded into the lobby.
[Nathanos has left the Raven's Gate Checkpoint / The streets of Raccoon Downtown. Now Entering Eden Corp's warehouse.]
((NOTE: The IED was under the Raven's Gate. So shouldn't have hurt or interfered with anyone directly, short for the power-outage)).
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Post by Mikey on Jun 19, 2010 14:06:18 GMT -5
Richard had stopped his hail of rounds when the monster lifted up the car to use as a shield, quickly running out of the way when the taxi became airborne. It crashed to the ground, landing right where he had been standing a moment ago. He lifted the rifle to resume firing when he noticed the creature lining up for a charge. He fired off a few shots to goad the creature into charging all the faster. He knew they had little to no coordination when they charged. The simulations were proved correct when it started running, when Richard dove to the side and landed on his stomach, watching the thing run past him.
Richard ripped the magazine from his rifle, discarding the several rounds he still had, and jammed a new one into the well. He aimed and fired full auto, the creature closer than it had been a moment ago, slightly dazed when it had crashed into a building. The magazine emptied in a few seconds on full auto, Richard keeping it steady enough to plant almost all of the thirty round magazine into Gigante’s back. The creature roared in pain as it grabbed at its injured back before it fell to its knees.
Richard again dropped the magazine from the carbine and slipped another into the magazine well, hearing the tearing of flesh as the limb that held the plaugas inside the creature tore free. Richard had never known why it did that. It didn’t have any eye to get a better look at the area, from what he could tell the creature didn’t regenerate when it was free. Perhaps it was a negative, the damage causing Gigante’s body to reject the spore inside.
He didn’t know what caused it, but he knew that the big thing spraying blood and pus like a fountain was a weak point that he could take advantage of. He dropped the rifle, letting it hand from the sling, and started running toward it. He pulled his Sig Sauer P226 Blackwater Tactical from his shoulder holster with his right hand, pulled out one of the fragmentation grenades from the grenade a slot of the vest. He slid the pin out with his thumb and held onto the spoon, half heartedly aiming the Sig to fire off a few stray rounds. Mainly into the creatures body instead of the spore, but it kept it busy for the moment. He got up close, behind the creature, watching the tear in the flesh of its back. He wound up his left arm, tossed the grenade over handed into the hole less than five feet away, and immediately turned to run away. He got to the best cover he could, the wrecked taxi, and slid to the ground behind it. He covered his head with his arms and waited for the explosion.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 19, 2010 14:18:08 GMT -5
The beast roared in agony, the Plagas re-seeding as it charged at the taxi, the grenade going off - killing the creature instantly. Blood, pus, and chunks of gay flesh and insect-like exoskeleton also now decorated Checkpoint Beta and the buildings it surrounded.However, as the creature died, it immediately went-limp in mid-run, sending the massive slain Gigante flying at the Taxi-cab.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 19, 2010 19:45:01 GMT -5
When he heard the explosion, he counted to five in his head and looked up. Just in time to see the teetering giant. He scrambled to his feet and took off in a run, in time to hear the crash of the massive figure fall to the ground. He wasn’t a pancake on the street. All in all, a good end to a good fight.
He holstered the Sig, knowing he still have fifteen rounds after firing five, and pulled out the CQB-R again. He looked around for a moment, noticing first a dead US soldier. He went over to the man and checked his radio. It was destroyed, but he could still find the proper channel. He tuned his own radio to the channel and called in.
“This Agent Kazlov, BSAA. Security fence at Checkpoint Beta breeched. Need men to seal hole.” He said.
“Roger than, Agent Kazlov. A team is on the way. ETA, three minutes.” A voice on the other end said.
“Da, thank you. Moving position, no friendly in area.” He said.
“Roger that.” The voice said again.
Richard flicked off his radio and started moving, slipping through the breeched fence and looking around. He saw the hummer on fire, dead men all around. He looked for any kind of area the terrorist would have gone, thinking it quite obvious. The Eden Corp. building. Why he would return, who knew, but why would he sick a monster here if he didn’t need something? And the bomb blast, why blow something up here? Unless he wanted to bring the security grid offline. That course of action was making more and more sense to him as things unfolded. If he was wrong, he would have only lost a few minutes.
(Richard is now in the 1st Floor Store Fronts.)
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Post by rorschach on Jun 19, 2010 23:32:11 GMT -5
he had stopped firing earlier like instructed and had started his route to the east gate, he ran through the allies and finally stopped to rest, his lungs felt as if they were about to burst, he looked to his right and saw a doberman standing there panting as well staring right at him. This was the first dog he had seen in a long time that wasn't infected. He began to move again as the dog growled deeply, Desmond froze and looked at the dog with foamy spit at it's mouth, "ooh no", the dog ran at him and lunged but desmond already had the shotgun cocked and ready and he fired upon the dog, sending fragments of its skull littering the ground. He walked away toward the west gate which was closer then he remembered, Alvarez im heading toward the east gate now i'l be there in less than a minuite. He walked up to the parked truck with his shotgun in his hand against his shoulder and knocked on the window, "let's go".
[glow=red,2,300][Desmond Kovacs leaving Raven's gate checkpoint, entering TSTU personal][/glow]
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Post by Prussian on Jun 22, 2010 22:44:23 GMT -5
The front-part of the Tricell truck, now appearing no different from any other white semi-truck, slowly drove off toward the LZ.
"How'd it go?" Alvarez asked Desmond, "What's the word on the pay-load?"
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