Prussian
Zombie Hunter
Respect to the Man in the Ice Cream Van.
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Post by Prussian on Jul 1, 2010 19:00:07 GMT -5
Krall burrowed through the earth, passing under the gate with ease. He followed the truck's vibrations in the same fashion one would waves caused in water. The pheromone triggered his response, and he dug away from the truck as it ground to a halt. Instead he moved beneath a nearby building, emerging behind it out of view from the truck.
Krall stabbed his claws into the three-floor building, scaling the building in a matter of seconds. He balanced himself on the roof with six of his eight claws, his tail hanging off the edge of it. He spotted the truck, and his systems automatically verified the designated target, a pheromone being released in accordance. Krall reared back with his claws, then launched himself off the building and over the truck.
The massive B.O.W. landed in the street near Richard, it let out a roar as it charged at it's prey, six claws sending it hurriedly toward it's target with the other two raised like scythes ready to attack.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 2, 2010 7:15:17 GMT -5
Richard knew instantly what was going on when he felt the ground rumble. He didn’t get a chance to find out where it was coming from, or even yell out a warning when the ground burst open and the creature emerged. He knew it was the same one from the labs, but he hadn’t gotten a good look at it in the darkness. Now… He was even more surprised. Not only had he never seen its type before, now he knew he had never even seen anything that resembled it.
“Dammit to hell…” He thought to himself, watching it come toward him at an alarming pace. He raised the rifle quickly, holding down the trigger in an automatic burst of seven or eight rounds before he had to get out of the way. The creature shot past him as he rolled to the side, landing on his shoulder and then his feet. He shot straight up again and continued to fire on what he assumed to be the creatures less protected caterpillar like backside. He yelled into the headset still around his neck, for a moment not sure if he should be telling them to fall back or to help. But Eva, as he did, had a duty to end this thing here and now. And the other one, he had explosives. That would help greatly.
“Need help n…” He said, cut off when the thing came around for another pass and he had to dive to the side and land on his stomach to get out of the way.
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Fade to Grey
Zombie Hunter
Say again, all after the "oops"
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Post by Fade to Grey on Jul 2, 2010 9:03:56 GMT -5
(OOC: It's my bad. I've not play-by-posted in two years and I'm just getting back into this; I need to be more specific)
Patting down the kid, Simon suddenly heard a loud crashing noise, accompanied by something huge leaping over the ruined truck. It lunged at something unseen, and Simon was immediately backpedalling, hands scrabbling for his G3 as he headed back for the open streets. Fighting a monster like that in close quarters was asking to be dismembered, and Simon wondered what it was going after as a figure dived into view, landing on it's stomach. It was hard for Simon to make out at first, but after he diverted his full attention to the figure, he realized it was an armed man. Completely ignoring the TSTU-affiliated kid, Simon emerged from behind the alley, firing a trio of rounds from his rifle, hoping to draw it into the open. He couldn't afford to use explosives in close quarters; it would quickly turn into a slaughterhouse for all involved parties, with shrapnel funneled and contained by the closed in walls.
Mentally reprimanding himself for forgetting to ask for her preferred radio frequency, Simon called upwards,
"Ava, if you can hear me, fall back out of this monster's range. I'm not sure you can handle it with your current armaments"
Keeping his rifle on Semi-automatic, Simon fired another double tap, taking in the specifics of this monster, ensuring that his helmet's embedded camera was capturing the monster's movements. It reminded Simon of one of the monster model kits he'd built as a child, specifically one called a "Trygon". The scything claws and tunneling nature of this beast weren't new, but the form this one took most certainly was. At the very least, Simon hadn't personally encountered this beast before; nor had he read anything about it yet. But from what he could see, the monster could rapidly engage enemies from underground and had the claws to make a mockery of armored targets.
Simon checked the primer button on the HK79; yes, a grenade was loaded and ready to fire.
"Hey!" Simon yelled at the prone armed man, bracing the rifle against his hip and flipping up the leaf sight of his underslung grenade launcher. Hoping the man would take the hint, Simon prepared himself to fire at the right time.
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Brucey
Zombie Hunter
Do not look to the sky for the birds will get there first...
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Post by Brucey on Jul 2, 2010 9:18:46 GMT -5
Avalon began to freak out a little bit. The broken messages continued coming in saying "Alarm ... do ... Ambush" which is all she could get out so far. Not knowing what was going on she had to hurry to find her things. In a situation like this she needed some sort of weapon she was used to.
Coninueing her search she was able to find 1 of her original tactical knifes, along with 1 of her berettas. Decent enough she continued to look a little more trying to find the rest of the stuff before anything happen. Suddenly the ground began to shake and that thing poped up drawing everyones attention. This was all followed by the same messages which this time said "Help".
The man sending these things must be over there fighting that monster. Avalon began to think, and took but Avitus yelled back at her about falling back. She couldnt just let them die in vein. She couldnt just leave them. She couldnt just run away from a situation like this.
Avalon didnt know what to do. She fell to her knees thinking, not knowing how she could either help, or provide support. Freaking out she shot up and continued a more hastened search. Recieving several small cuts on her hands from rough and jagged surfaces covering where her things were, she found the other knife and baretta, along with her spare clips, and only 1 flashbang.
Hastening even more Avalon ran over to a position next to Avitus. "Im not leaving." She said as she pulled out one of her guns and followed the same firing steps as Avitus.
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Post by rorschach on Jul 2, 2010 12:51:15 GMT -5
Desmond reached around his would be captor and pulled the sidearm from it's holster, he could have had him then but his actions went on immediate threat, and this thing was way up there, he got to one knee and began firing at the B.O.W alongside him, moments later he left with the pistol, he went to one of the cars not ruined by gunfire on the street and attempted to open it, locked "f***" he muttered, he broke the driver side window with his elbow and opened the door, he opened the door panel of the car and began sifting through the wires, he hears the engine roar to life, and by the looks of it just in time, it was a 4 seat car, not too heavy but enough to do what he was about to do, he backed up the car pointing it at the alley, the man was still in the way... he thought about it for a moment and decided against it. He honked the horn and reved the enging. "Im gonna regret this too" in an exasperated sigh.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 2, 2010 21:53:36 GMT -5
Still on his stomach, Richard started to scramble to his feet when he heard the cracking of concrete that indicated the creature was coming back. He thought he was done for, when he heard gunfire. More than one set after a while. He chanced a glance to the side at the source while he stood and saw the man he didn’t know firing his G3. Soon he was followed by Eva, and even the civilian for s short time. Maybe the kid had just been a hostage?
He turned and fired some more, doing his best to run sideways. It didn’t work so well, he couldn’t keep up accurate fire and move at a pace quicker than a brisk walk at the same time. And, at the same time as the man yelled for him to get out of the way, the magazine in his carbine went dry.
“Shoot!” He yelled, turning and running at full bore toward the group. Several feet to the side, out of the line of fire as best he could be. When he got even with them, he jerked the magazine out of the well and slammed a new one in. He racked the charging handle on the weapon as he took up aim again. Truth be told, he didn’t know where the monster would be weak, but for some reason, BOW’s liked to expose a weak spot after enough continuous fire. Maybe the 40mm round would get this one to do so.
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Prussian
Zombie Hunter
Respect to the Man in the Ice Cream Van.
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Post by Prussian on Jul 3, 2010 15:07:13 GMT -5
Krall hissed, most of the bullets hitting his carapace or armor in futility. Krall smashed the ground with his claws, the concrete breaking away and he quickly burrowed his way into the ground.
Tremors shook the area. For a moment it appeared he was retreating, until the ground began to shake specifically around a water tower. The concrete bricks that held it where obliterated by claw strikes from beneath the ground, and Krall's upper-torso emerged behind the water torso, using all eight of his claws to push the water-tower. Krall let out a roar as the metal structure came tumbling down toward Richard. On the surface, he scampered into the street and using two claws at a time began hurling cars off the street at Simon's position.
High above all of the chaos floating in the stars above a satellite over-viewed the chaos below, not only quietly viewing the battle that waged on the planet it orbited, but also silently beaming the pheromone release commands to Krall's helmet, and beaming back the real-time video of Krall's exploits to another satellite, this one receiving & sending the initial pheromone commands and now transmitting down the real-time video.
[Meanwhile, somewhere in Africa]
"As you can no doubt see, the 3.0 version is more deadlier than any of it's predecessors. And this is just the prototype." Dr.Himmel said confidently, over-viewing his creation's actions on a large monitor half-way across the war.
"Who are these men he are fighting?" a Tricell Executive asked.
"I cannot be wholly sure. But it would seem the BSAA had taken our bait. They sent along Agent Keslov, Russian, former Special Forces Member. Someone who knows intimately how to fight B.O.W.s." Dr.Himmel said, aligning his fingers in a pyramid and grinning.
"And the others?" an Oil Company Executive asked.
"The girl, as best as I can tell, is a STARS member, can't say little other than that. It appears she was captured by some of our field agents briefly." Dr.Himmel said.
"I want her dead. If she's seen the uniforms then--" the Tricell Executive started, Dr.Himmel raising his hand in dismissal.
"What? That a few terrorists dawned jerry-rigged TSTU uniforms to help build some wild conspiracy theory?" Dr.Himmel said with a grin.
"What about that Brit? Mr.Rivendare?" the Oil Executive asked.
"He's already escaped the area. He's sent the data he's stolen from Eden Corp. right to us. As it turns out, they weren't just involved with Umbrella, they were Umbrella, and they may not be the only company that is." Dr.Himmel said.
The Tricell Executive froze up, "You mean to tell me Umbrella has been our rival this entire time in the shadows?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not. One could certainly conclude that from the data here, but there's no way to be sure. We can defiantly present it in that fashion to the media, and the ensuing witch hunt will make everyone but the BSAA forget about the Brit and our BOW." Dr.Himmel said with a casual smile.
"That's a pretty big organization to have a memory of it." the Oil Company Executive chortled.
"Perhaps, but their a familiar thorn in our side. We fund them after-all, a child can be very angry at their parents, but they'll starve if they run away." Dr.Himmel said calmly.
"Either way I've seen enough of Project Hel on this field. Get him out of there before witnesses see him." the Tricell Executive ordered.
"Where would you suggest I move him to?" Dr.Himmel asked, annoyed his creation wouldn't be able to show it's true potential on this day.
"Send him to the Field Operative. We'll send the control panel to his computer." the Tricell Executive said.
Dr.Himmel's eyes lit up with excitement,
"Actually sir, I've made the program incredibly simple. The master system here is capable of over-riding any orders, but the lesser-command system could likely be wielded through a mobile device." Dr. Himmel said.
The Oil Executive laughed, "You Westerners and your I-Phones." he said.
"I can assure you it makes it quite easier. Now, I believe you had an order for Mr.Rivendare." Dr.Himmel said gesturing toward the Oil Executive.
"We will discuss this later." the Oil Executive said shrewdly.
"Very well. Moving Project Hel." Dr.Himmel said, activating the commands on the monitor.
The ordered traveled through the wiring, into the tower on-top of the building. They were beamed into space to a satellite, which promptly beamed them over to another, which in turn beamed them down to a pin-point position in North America.
[Back at the current setting]
Krall stopped as his claw was about to smash into Desmond's Car, he turned as if in a trance and silently smashed through the concrete and dug into the earth. The tremors fading as he made his way to a destination he was strangely compelled to go to.
The tremors faded as Krall dug deeper into the Earth, far under the buildings of Raccoon as he burrowed toward the Arklay Mountains.
[Krall has left Raccoon City]
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Brucey
Zombie Hunter
Do not look to the sky for the birds will get there first...
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Post by Brucey on Jul 3, 2010 15:42:29 GMT -5
As she watched the creature burrow away and retreat Avalon breathed a sigh of relief. That moment of terror was now over and she could get back to her life. Taking out her last spare clip she reloaded her gun, and holstered it away. Things were semi normal now, and she could meet this new man that was trying so hard to get into contact with her. Taking a few steps over she greeted him with a handshake.
"So you must be the person sending me those messages. Names Avalon, Ava for short by the way." She said looking him up and down getting a feeling of seeing him before. "In case you didn't know, my headset radio is kinda busted, but can easily be fixed" She continued to speak trying to somewhat fill the man in on her situation.
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Post by rorschach on Jul 3, 2010 19:54:23 GMT -5
he sat in the car, happy as h***, now he wouldn't have to ram the thing with the car... But that now that left him in a running car in front of three people with guns. He reved the engine again, he thought it over... "nah" he said to himslef, he drove the car up to the three, he had been seeing alot of people lately, he lowered the window and said, "get in or don't", he sat in silence wondering what they would say, or if he was still there hostage. He took the mask off and set it on the dashboard. He wiped some of the drying blood off of his face, he still felt dizzy.... he slipped his hood down showing the large patch of dried blood on the back of his head, no longer matting his hair down, he waited for them to get in the car, let his head drop onto the steering wheel and wondered when he would get to sleep for the first time in days....
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Fade to Grey
Zombie Hunter
Say again, all after the "oops"
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Post by Fade to Grey on Jul 4, 2010 15:15:14 GMT -5
Simon smiled as the kid slipped away. He'd had the gall to attempt to steal Simon's own sidearm, but any competent operative wouldn't let something like that happen. Simon had left his sidearm unstrapped on purpose, and it looks like the kid had been smart enough to take the bait. He'd either been trained or was just pretty quick on the uptake. This little test of character was enough for Simon for the moment.
Checking his G3, Simon counted 7 rounds in the mag. Slinging his weapon after putting it on safe, he did a quick check, making sure that kid didn't make off with anything else; Simon just wished he'd had time to use his zip ties on the kid's hands. Nope, it didn't appear that anything else was missing. So he stood up and approached the winded man, who'd obviously encountered this particular mutant before.
"One interesting beast, huh?" Simon asked, gauging the newcomer's reactions to this statement. He'd hopefully share his experiences and encounters with the monster, which is what Simon and Spartoi would appreciate; any data on new mutants is what he was here for, after all.
Chuckling slightly to himself, Simon didn't even turn around. A red light blinking on his radio caught Simon's attention, and he pressed the call button as he spoke.
"You think you're hot stuff, running with the TSTU. Lemme tell you something, kiddo; it's a harsh world out there, and not all of us are friendly"
Speaking into his radio now, Simon whispered
"Avitus to Cyrus. Let's shake it up some"
A single loud crack, coupled by the tinkling of glass, cascaded through the air. A small hole had punched its way through the windshield a few inches from the punk's head. Cyrus had been right on. Spartoi didn't kill civilians or children, but nothing had even been said about giving those with delusions of grandeur a little scare. Besides, Cyrus had been lying dormant for a few days now; the man needed some excitement, even if it was scaring some kid.
After the round echoed through the air, Simon simply approached the car, smashed the passenger's side window in with the butt of his rifle, and calmly plucked his sidearm from the seat. Checking it over quickly, Simon placed the weapon on safe and restrapped his holster this time, walking back towards the newcomer and Ava.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 5, 2010 4:52:55 GMT -5
“Da… Da, interesting.” Richard said, out of breath. He’d done a lot of quick moving in a very short amount of time. He could still feel the splitting in his sides from the full on sprint up four floors worth of stairs. His arms were bruised up, he could feel small points of pain from objects jamming into his chest as he dove to his stomach, the slightly sore shoulder from extended bursts of fully automatic fire. And still, he took his few breaths, and stood up, fully composed. As if the five second break fully restored him. His tone was even and composed as well as he began to speak. First, to the other STARS member.
“Ah, Ava, not Eva?” He said, a bit surprised. He could have sworn it was Eva… Hmm. “We work in same… park, I think.” He said. He didn’t think he knew her, just wasn’t sure if he was using the right word. His English was weak enough, and to add in all the euphemisms and sayings, he just couldn’t keep up. “Richard Kazlov, BSAA North American Division, STARS team.” He said, the words clashing against his usual broken speech. He had grown accustomed to saying things like that, things that he would be saying an awful lot in his life.
He looked back at the man who had helped him out, saved his ass was more like it. He hadn’t missed the shot from an unseen sniper, but the man didn’t react in the slightest when the round slammed into the windshield and past the boy in the drivers seat.
“You say TSTU?” Richard said, knowing he heard right but asking out of habit. “In Eden building, there, I run into man. Terrorist. Before that, I ground plane at airport, Tricell plane that offload BOW to destroy security checkpoint. That truck deliver BOW from airport to here.” He said, jerking his thumb back toward the Eden Corp office building when he mentioned it and then pointing to the ruined truck when he mentioned it. “I think we after same people.” He concluded.
“As for new BOW…” He said, hesitating. “I never see it before. Never read about it, never simulate against it. Who is still in business of making BOWs?” He asked. Evidence was pointing to Tricell, but he could have sworn the way it worked was the only BOW’s they kept were test subjects. Mainly, for cures or better ways to kill them. At least, that’s what they were fed now a days.
As he spoke, almost absently, he began to reload weapons. He did it completely by touch, only looking to check the level of rounds in a magazine. First the CQB-R, this magazine almost empty after the fight. He had to be careful. In the two major fights he’d been in, he had thrown away rounds like candy. Sure, no one would have blamed him. The Gigante and the spider thing, who wouldn’t put out rounds on full auto when the target was so large and so close that you couldn’t miss? He was down to two full and two half magazines. At a later time, he would probably take the rounds from the two mostly empty magazines and combine them, or just feed them into the current one to keep it topped off.
His Sig Sauer was a different story. He had only used the Blackwater Tactical once, fired less than half of the twenty round magazine. To be safe, he slipped a new one into the well and saved the old one. Those things were hard to come by anymore. He almost reached for the Beretta he had grabbed from the makeshift armory at the airport until he realized he hadn’t actually fired it. It seemed almost useless, until he looked and saw Ava using the same model. He fished out the four spare magazines he had, leaving the one in the gun, just in case, and held them out in his left hand.
“How you say… Merry Birthday?” He more asked than said.
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Brucey
Zombie Hunter
Do not look to the sky for the birds will get there first...
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Post by Brucey on Jul 6, 2010 11:26:47 GMT -5
Looking over at that kid with the car Avalon showed no sign of trust, or caring. She was actually a little glad when Avitus went over and smashed the windsheild and such scaring the kid. Then again even though she didnt care about the kid, she didnt care about much at the time. All she really wanted was to go someplace quiet and sleep like a princess.
Turning her attention back to the Russian named Richard and tried to hold in a giggle the entire time he was talking. Avalon found his broken english histarical, but didnt want to seem rude. She liked this guy for that. He could just talk and make her crack up, but in this current situation there was no time for jokes and laughter. They all had to get out of there incase that monster comes back, or worse with friends.
"Oh thank you." Avalon stated as Richard handed her the spare clips. "Oh and its Happy birthday." She smiled keeping in the small giggle.
Avalon was pleased that she had spare ammo now. this makes it so she wouldnt have to conserve shots, and take careful precossions.
"Okay. We need to get out of here. Any suggestions of where to go?" Avalon said in a whisper so the kid wouldnt hear. "Oh, I dont exactly trust that kid, he wasnt that friendly when i first met him."
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Post by rorschach on Jul 6, 2010 13:22:24 GMT -5
He woke up to the sound of the windshield breaking, he woke up surprised and raised the sidearm at the windshield blindly, he got hold of himself and was ****ed, what had he done to deserve that...? He yelled at him "D***" he put his mask on and got out of the car, no sleep for him... He walked up the the man he took the pistol from, once he got close enough he fired the remainder of the clip on the ground near his feat, then he tossed the pistol on the ground and walked back to the car, f*** it he was out of here, they said to meet them at the rendezvous point, he had never been told where the h*** that was supposed to be... he'd radio in after he got away from those idiots with guns...
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Fade to Grey
Zombie Hunter
Say again, all after the "oops"
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Post by Fade to Grey on Jul 6, 2010 21:10:49 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm sorry, I just got a bit confused. I reclaimed my weapon, so what were you shooting at me again?)
A surprise from the wild boy. He'd apparently either procured yet another weapon or had concealed it well enough that a cursory inspection hadn't unveiled it. He didn't shoot directly at Simon; Simon guessed that he was either trying to intimidate Simon or he was really that terrible with a handgun. In a flash, Simon's hands came up with both his bayonet and his USP. Shifting his weight onto his back leg, Simon held the knife tip outwards in a backwards grip in his left hand while keeping his USP trained on the car with his right. The famous CQC pose; invented during the Cold War, the fighting style had proliferated itself among special forces and other government groups before the outbreak. Simon had been fortunate enough to receive training in the style before his transfer to Spartoi. Able to transition from short-ranged to up close combat in a heartbeat, the style was fluid and personal, relying on judo-esque movements to disable an opponent.
He could hear the newcomer, a Russian presumably, and Ava speaking behind him. Simon couldn't judge the Russian's command of the English language; his was barely any better, with Simon barely able to read and write in the language, but able to speak it with a modicum of proficiency. Smiling past this, Simon safed his handgun and stood back up as the kid surrendered his weapon. What this kid's deal was, Simon couldn't tell; was it schizophrenia? Or was it some other deep rooted psychosis? Simon had never met anyone quite like this mad boy. He didn't know if he should shoot him or not; a wild boy like this one couldn't be left to rampage around the remnants of Raccoon, but he wasn't exactly a top-priority threat to Simon.
Simon retrieved the surrendered weapon; an empty handgun, another similar USP. The proliferation of this expensive handgun was something Simon would never understand; though a high end weapon, it seemed like everyone was using one. Placing it into his backpack, Simon simply turned his back and walked back down the alley, intent on tying up all loose ends; if the kid tried something, Cyrus was still on station, and would probably neutralize him if the need arose.
The truck was still there, riddled with bullet holes from before. Reaching in, Simon looked around for a radio, map, or anything that could lead them to the escaped chopper. Seeing nothing but an abandoned SPAS-12, Simon shouldered the shotgun, with 3 rounds remaining, before placing an incendiary grenade inside of the ruined truck's cabin.
"Fire in the hole" he smirked as he watched the interior of the truck burst into flames. The T-Virus victims for a few blocks around would most likely descend en-masse to this new stimulus, so Simon knew they had to be brief.
"We shouldn't stay here too long. Ignore that wild boy; he's disarmed and no longer any threat to us. Do you two require extraction or aid of any sort? I'm sure I can provide..." Simon began to offer, not knowing how to continue this line of thought. Sure, these were BSAA agents he was dealing with, but Simon wasn't exactly how much aid he could offer them, besides escorting them to wherever they needed to go.
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Post by rorschach on Jul 6, 2010 21:38:30 GMT -5
[Ooc that's my fault originally i was going to attempt to have Desmond sneak in the sidearm he originally got from the passenger seat of the truck, i never added it by mistake, a lots been going on ]
Desmond looked back at the man's stance... he didn't quite recognize it but it seemed familiar, he guessed another various style used in the military. He wondered if the man was competent with the style, if not chances are Desmond would win in a fight, but that was again only if the man was not competent with it, otherwise he would be over powered and out weighed... He watched him get the spas-12 from the truck, if they did let him leave, he would be back to where he started until he got to the other's, and that's IF he decided to follow them the rest of the way... wait a minute, he had an idea, he walked up to the three silently, hearing the man dismiss him like nothing irked him slightly, he lightly backhanded the man's arm to get his attention, "i can take you too a chopper..."
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