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Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 23, 2012 18:36:49 GMT -5
Shane had to stop a moment when he heard Nova say she sometimes hated him. It was the cold truth but it stung every time. Shaking it off he continued to type away activating systems and isolating the infected. "We need to create a path." Shane said activating the viral detector. Up popped a red number that was in the hundreds going up in number. "We can't take on this many ourselves. We get caught in an isolated area we're done for." He then switched from the monitoring network and began trying to hack the internal defense network.
"I have almost all the security access we need. The only area's that prove difficult is the armed security network. Lab rats have no business in a soldiers world." He looked at Dalton. "This could take awhile. I need to find an alternate way in than direct access. Usually it means like accessing details on basic operations such the 'recycling' program. Dig through some personal logs and see if someone wrote down a code. Once I do that I can activated the automated turrets inside the complex. Might let me mow down the numbers in a few of these rooms here." He then glanced back at Nova.
"As for connections and safe area's their is one in particular I like best. In the arctic circle their is a facility beneath the ice laying on a shelf near one of the deepest trenches in all the oceans. They're developing an artificial environment to test construction specs to deal with extreme pressure. They hope to find a way to construct livable habitats on distant planets with harsh environments." Now in the network he began a hack search for access codes. "I did some work for them after Umbrella. They had a facility their where I could conduct these life saving experiments while using my abilities with manipulating the physical genome to cause an organisms internal pressure to change with it's environment. Sort of like how we have the ability to live in hot and cold environments. And don't worry, they only test on rats."
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 23:06:34 GMT -5
[Roger and Allison are on Circle River Steet]
The woods were filled with the gentle sounds of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and a heavily customized motorcycle roaring down the winding road.
Roger tried to keep the bike going at a slower pace than normal, to avoid straining Allison's arm on any rough turns. After a couple of minutes, they began driving past some large, nice looking homes. Each one looked like it was built just for it's owner, and the individuality showed. That one had a dome top, that one a large window set in the front.
"These houses look pretty nice, huh?" Roger shouted out to Allison.
"Yeah, especially that one with the large bay window," she shouted back.
"There's some pretty looking front lawns too," Roger said as they passed a home with a large multicolored garden in the front. Green, red, blue and yellow flowers dotted the elaborate entryway to the posh mountain home.
"I'd imagine they could afford a gardener as wealthy as the neighborhood looks."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 23:14:33 GMT -5
Moving through the luxurious neighborhood, Allison had began to wonder just where the hell the infected were and what sorts of loot they could find inside the homes. Clothes was something she really wanted. With the cold wind brushing against her body, she decided it was a good idea to stop somewhere soon.
"Roger, you think we can rake through one of these homes? I'm really cold back here and clothes would be nice to have right now...or atleast a jacket," she shouted over at him.
"Alright," Roger said, pulling into the driveway of the closest available home. As the engine cut off, he dismounted and moved to the back of his bike, pulling his riot shield from it's special holster.
The merc got off the bike and unholstered her newly acquired gun from her hip. She'd walked forward first, scanning the seemingly untouched yard for any threats. Moving toward the large windows of the home, she'd tried to peek inside, but the blinds were shut and the window looked to be barricaded.
Moving on to the door, there'd been a big, green, check spray painted on the expensive looking door. She'd noticed these and big red X's on other homes as they passed through.
"Must be there to let people know what's dangerous and what isn't...let's go 'round back," she told Roger.
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 23:28:02 GMT -5
"If someone's been here before, maybe we should head somewhere else?" Roger asked, following Allison towards the back entrance of the house. She'd continued making her way to the backyard when they were stopped by a locked fence.
"If you're uncomfortable, I can go in alone. You can wait by the bike, I need something to keep me warm," she explained, climbing up the fence to take a look. "It's clear back here." With that, she'd dropped down onto the other side.
Roger hopped the fence after her and followed as she went into the house. The back door, which was suprisingly open, had lead to what appeared to be a large kitchen. Pricey appliances, marble counter tops and tile graced the interior of the room. Unfortunately, most of the cabinets were wide open and empty. There were two or three cans of fruit cocktail and tomato soup left, but other than that, completely ransacked.
Roger opened a counter under the sink and found a garbage bag which he used to dump the few cans into. He figured if she was getting some new clothes, he might as well get some food while they're in the area.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 23:34:56 GMT -5
Crowley glanced over at Roger collecting a couple cans of food from the cabinets. She was suprised he even found that. Going through the pantry, she'd found a few jars of preservatives and four bottls of water, one of them with a broken seal, however. She'd picked them up, examining them for their intact seals and laid them out on the counter for Roger to get later.
Moving into the dining room which merged with the lush living room, she'd scrunched up her nose in disgust. That smell...she'd never get used to it. The smell of rotting flesh and the sounds of flies zipping around...it was horrible. Still, she was used to stomaching it by now.
Slowly creeping up to the archway that lead to the living room, she'd found a pile of bodies, laid out in the center of the carpeted floor. A family of five with bullet holes in their bodies from head to toe. There'd been a husband, a wife, two little girls and what seemed like a teenage son. A trail of blood had been drug across the floor and into the entryway of the home, up the stairs and around the hall downstairs, probably where they each died and were drug.
Moving around the backside of the sofa, she'd approached the base of the stairs and looked up it. "Roger, I'm going to check up stairs."
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Post by Ion on Oct 19, 2012 23:47:34 GMT -5
"I'm comin'," Roger said, covering his mouth and nose as he passed the family by. "Not many supplies," he said, his voice muffled.
"Check the bathrooms, you might find some First Aid. Every bit helps," he heard her say.
Once they got upstairs, Roger began looking for the bathroom. Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, den, closet...
"Hey Allison, I can't find any bathrooms! Just bedrooms and stuff..." he grumbled.
"They're probably in one of the bedrooms. Like this one, come check this one while I go through the dressers," she said.
Roger followed the sound of her voice and stepped into the master bedroom. The room was very large complete with a Kingsized bed, covered in bulletholes and most likely blood. The drawers of their night stands were ripped out and searched though, clothes spilled out of the armoir and the dresser and the large vanity had two bullet holes in it with blood splatter. Allison had been kneeling down, rifling through the clothing.
"It's weird," Roger mused as he wandered over to the bathroom to search for more supplies.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 19, 2012 23:53:49 GMT -5
Allison had managed to find a shirt and some pants, but no jacket. Grabbing at a pair of socks, she heard Roger mutter something while going into the bathroom.
"What is?" she asked.
"I dunno, just seems weird to shoot someone here, and then drag their body out there," she heard him say from within the echoy bathroom walls.
The mercenary stopped what she'd been doing and listened to what he had to say. It was weird. Not only that, why would you shoot one in bed and the other infront of the vanity? Unless they were infected. She began to play the story out in her mind.
The wife or husband turns, bites at sleeping husband, infects him...shuffled infront of vanity...while husband is turning...scavenger busts in and finds them there, shoots them, drag them downstairs? No, that couldn't be right.
"Huh..." she grunted, standing upto her feet. She'd wandered over to their spacious closet and began tearing through things there.
"Maybe someone killed them, would explain why there aren't any infected in the area," she guessed.
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Post by Ion on Oct 20, 2012 0:08:43 GMT -5
"No, that still doesn't make any sense," Roger continued musing as he dumped the contents of the medicine cabinet into his garbage bag. Wasn't much, but you take what you can.
"If someone just murdered them, why would you drag them downstairs? The world ended, no cop's gonna come asking questions, you'd just leave 'em where they fall, right? I mean, I've seen hundreds of dead people the last few years, I haven't seen a lot of people care enough to move 'em."
"Well...maybe someone does live here," she said, walking into the doorway of the bathroom. "Found some clothes and a jacket, mind if I get in there to wash my face and change?"
"Uh yeah, sure," Roger said, awkwardly stepping out into the bedroom. "But they don't. No one's here. And if they were, they'd want to move the bodies someplace farther out instead of their downstairs porch. Or maybe I'm overthinking everything. What do you think Allison?"
From the otherside of the closed door, he could hear the water running and then eventually Allison. "I think you're entitled to wonder about what goes through a person's mind when they---" she'd sudden cut herself off, mid sentence.
"Allison? Allison are you okay?" Roger said, pulling out his baton and flicking it. "Allison..?"
The door suddenly clicked open and she'd stood their with her newfound clothing, gesturing at the bathtub curtain. "I think I've found your answer," she said, pulling the shower curtain open to expose a recently killed man lying in it. He had a Glock 21 in his grasp and a bullet escaping through the crown of his head.
"Well... uh, we got ourselves another gun, right? Heh," Roger said gesturing towards the man's weapon with his baton.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 20, 2012 0:28:37 GMT -5
Crowley looked down at the body, completely apathetic to the scene before her. Probably the psychopath that broke into the home, killed this entire unaware family and took residence...Probably couldn't take the guilt and offed himself. Either way, he had some good gear left on his body.
"Guess so, here," she said, unclipping the holstere Glock of Roger's, handing it back to him. She'd reached over to grab at her gloves she'd removed to wash up and slipped them back on. She went on to shrug of the leather jacket she wore, laying it on the toilet so she could equip the tactical harness he wore.
Moving his body around, she'd slipped it off and pulled it over her shoulders, clipping the support strap across the top of her chest and adjusting it for comfort. She'd found that the new Glock had been holstered under her left arm and the otherside seemed to have held a couple of clips.
The pouches lining the belt of the harness had a med kit and a case with small interchangeable tools. The medkit looked pretty decent but she didn't have much use for the tools.
Looking back at the corpse, she'd taken his sports watch and a flashlight clipped to his vest, handing them (and the tool case) to Roger. "Here, the watch is too big for my wrist and I don't have enough room to clip a flashlight on me," she told him.
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Post by Ion on Oct 20, 2012 0:45:42 GMT -5
"Thanks," Roger said, clipping the flashlight to his belt, sticking the tools in his pocket and slapping the watch on.
"I'll go through them later, I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable here," he added, heading out of the bathroom and bedroom. Allison followed after, pulling the jacket on as she did.
"Probably for the best, we've gotten all that we can here...I think it was better than I expected actually...save for the murder-suicide," she said.
After a short bit, the two got back onto Roger's bike, pulling out of the driveway and going down the row of houses once more.
"The next place we stop, you're gonna have to take your medicine, alright?" he called out as they winded around the road.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 20, 2012 1:01:42 GMT -5
Allison sighed under her helmet. "Alright, fine," she responded, trying not to be a problem. As she did, she'd heard loud music playing down the street and then not too long after, two big pick up trucks had come speeding down the street, to their left and their right.
"What the hell?" she muttered. Before long, she'd noticed two men riding in the back carriages, holding onto thick, nylon rope and pulling on it to create a clothes line. "Roger!" she shouted.
"I know!" Roger shouted, braking and turning the bike sideways while shifting his weight away from the trucks. The bike fell on its side, with its forward momentum carrying them past and under the rope and behind the trucks.
By the time the bike stopped skidding across the road, Crowley and Roger were on the ground, trying to recover as quickly as they could. She'd finally let go of his waist and pulled herself from under the bike and Roger.
Reaching for her weapon, she'd unholstered it and rolled over, to see the sky through the tinted helmet glass. "Urgh..Roger...are you alright...?" she askled, feeling suddenly nausiated.
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Post by Ion on Oct 20, 2012 1:25:59 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Roger said, kicking out from under the bike and grabbing his riot shield as quickly as he could. He spun around to see several men leaping from the backs of the trucks. Roger crouched down in front of Allison and raised the riot shield up to keep them safe.
As he did, Allison's arms extended from over his shoulder and she'd began firing off at them. Three of the men in the front lines had been struck, two of them dropped to the ground. She'd quickly retracted her arms and began reloading. "Gimme a sec!"
The attackers off the trucks starting diving into the woods to get out of the line of fire, while two remaining on them began firing back. One bullet flew wide and hit asphalt, while the other buried itself into the riot shield's clear body.
While Allison reloaded, Roger drew his own sidearm held it in a technique he developed after some time using the two together. He fired at the raiders taking shots at them from the trucks, but wasn't landing any of his rounds. His firing did cause them to take a prone position and hold off on firing down their way for a few precious seconds.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 20, 2012 1:39:58 GMT -5
Crowley managed to reload and when she'd seen the men clear out into the woods, she knew that was their cue to find a safer cover, otherwise they were going to flank them from their left and maybe the right, if there are anyone in the homes.
"Move to cover, now," she told Roger, gesturing to an old SUV parked in a driveway. He covered them with his shield, the two of them carefully moving in sync to make it to the SUV. They had a maybe a minute to discuss what to do.
"There's some in the woods and a couple taking cover behind their trucks there. Maybe we should try going through---" before she had the chance to finish, the trucks down the street started up and pulled up to the front of the home. It was finely altered with metal scraps and wires, making it damn near impenetrable. Through small slots, however, a couple of the raiders began shooting at the SUV they dove behind.
"F*ck! We need to get into the house!"
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Post by Ion on Oct 20, 2012 1:52:03 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I've got this," Roger said before ducking out from behind the SUV, crouched low and riot shield held firm.
A few shots hit the shield once more as Roger closed in and fired at the marksman in the back of the trucks. From this range Roger was able to score a few body shots on one, taking him out, while he managed a stray shot on the other, causing him to fall over in pain.
"Two down!" Roger shouted as he ran and leapt onto the back of one of the trucks. Holstering his glock, he picked up the marksman's rifle and began firing it into the driver's canopy from devastatingly close range. From the shrieking screams, this seemed to be doing a much better job of clearing them out.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 20, 2012 2:05:37 GMT -5
Crowley reached an arm out, trying to stop him but off he went, to be the big damn hero. She'd shook her head and waited a bit when she'd heard the gunshots and then inevitably, Roger saying there was two men down. Peeking around the vehicle, she'd seen him on the back of the truck, taking out the drivers.
Pleasantly suprised, she'd seen her chance. She'd crouched down and quickly made her way to the side of the truck, hearing the ruckus from Roger and the other truck trying to fire at him. She'd gotten down onto her belly and shimmied beneath the undercarriage and then under the next one. When she was safely on the otherside of the second truck, she'd gotten up into her crouch and sidled along the metal plates to the driver's side.
Both men were concentrating on killing Roger, giving her enough time to pull the door open, grab the driver by his collar and throw him out. When he collapsed on the hard pavement, she'd kicked his gun away from his grasp and sent a shot into the passenger's temple.
When the man squirmed and struggled to reach for a knife he had sheathed at his hip, Crowley sent her boot across his face, breaking his nose on impact and crashing his cranium into the cement.
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