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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 1, 2012 15:54:40 GMT -5
This popular tourist attraction is slowly withering away as this sudden outbreak occurrs, becoming a quiet yet popular infected playground. Designated to be the U.B.C.S. extraction point, it's quiet halls make you question if you're really truly alone inside its walls.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 1, 2012 23:10:18 GMT -5
Date: September 17th, 1998 Current Time: 10:57 P.M. Location: Raccoon City Current Biohazard Level: Maximum Biohazard Team SKYFIRE Operation: Raccoon City The entire city was up in flames, Raccoon City had been completely overwhelmed by the outbreak. Gunfire exploded from below as the surviving officers and U.B.C.S. members tried to fend off the infection. The sounds of the chopper flying overhead reached nothing more than undead ears and those who were barricaded in their homes. Inside resided Team Skyfire, gearing up for their mission, receiving orders through the radios in their uniforms. "Welcome to Raccoon City, Team SKYFIRE, your objective is simple. Make your way to the Hospital and retrieve any samples that may still be left in the basement research facility. Just like your other missions, any survivors should be dealt with on the spot." Management spoke into the radio, giving orders as cold and heartless as always. Evan had finished loading up his G36K, letting it rest against his legs as he reached over and put on a gas mask. Letting it sit snugly around his face, he turned it on and the eyes of it gave off a light red glow. His breathing could be heard as he spoke, his voice going through the radio to his team and Management. "Sounds simple. Which means our extraction is going to be a royal pain in the ass." "We've received intel that a U.S. Special Forces team is heading to the P-12A Incineration Facility to the east of the hospital with some kind of weapon. However, we have a contingency set for that, your extraction will be to the northwest, into the Arklay Mountains. Make your way to the remains of the Umbrella Research Center, launch a flare and we'll pick you up. Management out." What a pain in the ass... Floated through Evan's mind as he looked out the window and down to the streets below. Their current destination was the Clock Tower, and from then, it would be a simple mission. Or so he'd hoped anyways, it was when the pilot spoke over the intercom in the chopper that made Evan give off a really annoyed sigh and an invisible facepalm. "The landing zone is hot, Skyfire, I'm getting reports of gunfire and radio chatter. We can't be seen, the best I can do is a couple blocks away." "I don't care what you have to do, just land the damn thing and get us on the ground!" Evan shouted as the really annoyed tone in his voice got the chopper down quicker than he'd even realized. Taking a stand from his seat, Evan pulled open the large door as the chopper descended downwards to the rooftop of an apartment complex. Evan stepped down and landed on the rooftop as he began sweeping the front with his G36K risen. He awaited his team to step off, letting the chopper start to rise before facing his team and issuing out the orders. "Let's hustle Skyfire, we have our orders, I'd rather not push this too far into tomorrow so let's get to the Clock Tower and be done with it. Alaska, take Jericho and get him to the rooftop across from the Clock Tower, I need you scoping out the streets afterwords. Jericho, you're on surveillance, watch the Clock Tower, no shots without my signal. Ghost, I need you to get to the Clock Tower as fast as you can, find us an entrance that won't get us much attention. Arctic, you're with me, you and I will be sweeping the streets when Alaska gets Jericho a good lookout. Suppressors on people, we move in fast and quiet." Evan's attention shifted among his team members, looking behind them to the northwest where the clock tower stood tall. It wasn't much of a trip, but the streets below made things that much more difficult to deal with. Evan walked over to the edge and looked down, the chopper attracted some of them down in the alley below the fire escape, but it wasn't anything major. He counted seven, Ghost could take them out alone, yet the easiness of this mission felt so unnatural. Nevertheless, Operation: Raccoon City was now a go.
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Post by Arctic on Feb 2, 2012 0:00:43 GMT -5
As Raccoon city began to appear below Emily there was only three things on her mind but none of them were really of importance, just the very last thought and that was solely on her gun. Her M4A1 Carbine laid on her lap and Em's hands were working her motions on it, making sure everything was loaded and working correctly. At start of every mission the female would spend more time checking her guns and grenades than anything else, it made her mind focus on the mission at hand and in a sick kind of way it made her excited for the adventure.
When her radio came to life for the first time since they arrived at Raccoon city Emily removed her attention from her weapon and instead brought it to the city below. It didn't take long to locate the Clock Tower, their landing point, and from that point she began to map her path out in her mind as the mission was recited. She was vaguely good at getting around and normally she wouldn't pay this much attention but something told her to keep a close eye on the streets below this time.
"Get in and get out, sounds about right."
Her words were muttered but she was sure that everyone around her could hear them, and as Evan spoke up about how it was going to be a "royal pain" she couldn't help but crack a smile, it was going to be a long mission alright.
As Management was heard in her radio once more Emily finished up her equipment and secured her gas mask on her face without a thought. Blocking the rest of their conversations out after her radio went silent she took the few minor minutes to glance around at her team before exiting the chopper.
Listening to Evan as he gave out the orders, she tucked her hair back into its high pony tail to make sure it was tight enough to stay in place. Once her name was called she simply nodded, picked back up her M4A1, and took a few steps towards the edge of the building as well.
"Looks quiet..."
She spoke aloud as she kept a count in her head and walked a bit farther to see if there was anything else in their immediate way but there wasn't much and that left a strange feeling in her gut.
Shouldn't we have drawn a bit more attention?
After her mind was satisfied on it's numbers on the streets below Emily made her way over to the fire escape and glanced back at her team.
"Let's try to get there before dark, yes?"
Her voice held a hint of sarcasm and her eyes seemed to hold it better than her voice since it was a known fact that Em hated doing missions in the pitch black of the night.
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Post by Ghost on Feb 2, 2012 23:23:23 GMT -5
The entire ride to Raccoon City was a quiet one, at least for Gabriel it was. He heard the instructions given but his mind was drifting just outside the realm of the mission, dwelling on the fate of his friend Danny who he'd left to run his club before leaving for the u.s.s. Ghost looked down at the ruined city as the final details of their mission was given from HQ, a look of indifference washed over his expression as he reached the back of his hood. He pulled the clear visor over his face as his hood was pulled over his head.
"..."
Ghost stepped out after everyone else, pulling his g36c from the strap on his back and held it in a ready position. As Evan gave out his orders, Gabe stood silent as usual as his mind began working out solutions and possible outcomes of his next actions. "Understood." Ghost replied as the clarity of his visor diminished, turning black before he suddenly darted off with determined purpose behind his footsteps. The Umbrella operative leaped from the current rooftop, onto another as he rolled onto his feet. Increasing speed while travelling silently, attracting as little attention as possible.
Gabriel vaulted over a large vent before sliding under another smaller one, activating his cloaking module as he skidded across the rooftop. He reached for his vest and withdrew a grappling device, holding it above his head as two bolts with cables attached ejected from both ends. The first bolt struck a wooden post behind Gabe and the second connected with the structure ahead of him. Ghost linked his clip to the cord and kicked off the rooftop, gliding through the air towards the building.
The man collided smoothly against the side of the building as he came to a halt, detaching his cable as he climbed up the piping to the roof. From there he stood before the clock tower, looking up at it before deciding on an entry point. Ghost took a few steps back for good measure before suddenly sprinting across the roof, leaping towards the clock tower. He flew downward into an opened window on the third floor, rolling roughly across the ground before slamming harshly into the wall. Gabe uncloaked as he activated the night vision on his visor, revealing to be in a room with six walking dead. Taking the silent approach(as usual), Gabe reached for his SWR suppressor and took them out one by one.
Gabriel holstered his pistol and threw his g36c on his back as he rigged a set of repelling lines from the window to the streets below. "I'm in, room is secure. There's a set of cables in place on the left side of the building. It leads up to the third floor, I'll cover you from here." Ghost stated on his com link as he mounted his rifle against the window sill, preparing to provide his team backup if the streets became too thick with "them".
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Post by Codename: Jericho on Feb 3, 2012 17:47:58 GMT -5
Looking down upon the burning city as the sound of the helicopter engine running drowned out most the sounds of screams and gun shots for the moment. It was a horrid sight. His blue eyes took in the view as their orders were given out to the appointed leader then more personal orders given from Evan. His rifle was secured to his back after being loaded and set to safety. His glock in his hands fully loaded as well silencer tightened on the end of the barrel. He clicked the flash light that was on the under the side of the barrel on and off a couple times to check it. He was checking through most of his equipment as they neared their drop zone. It seemed it wasn't gonna be a easy task getting to their objectives.
Exiting the chopper he took in a deep breath of the cold air. No mask of any kind covering his face. Since any survivors were to be killed on site he wasn't worried for anyone identifying him. He looked towards Alaska with a smile and winked once it was said he was to accompany him towards his point of cover to watch over the clock tower point. "Guess you with me for now babe" He said in a sarcastic tone.
He didn't waste time taking off pistol in hand. His rifle being kept at his back. His dark uniform would help him hide in the shadows. He ran picking up speed jumping a six foot gap from on roof to the next. He'd do this once more before heading towards a fire escape when the third jump looked to be too far. He stood kneeling looking down over the edge of the roof waiting for Alaska.
He'd want his team member with him before touching the ground and heading towards the appointed rooftop. "I think I'll feel better when I'm actually at my point.....Being on the ground floor of a fight is your jobs..." He clicked off the safety to the 9mm Glock and saw the seemingly silent alley bellow taking a moment after to look back for Alaska. He'd let him lead from this point. Jericho knew he wouldn't be able to do much until he was at his spot.
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Post by Winters on Feb 3, 2012 19:15:06 GMT -5
The entire time, Alaska had remained silent. He wasnt much for speaking, but being in the middle of the city called for silence either way. The less attention they attracted the better, walker or human. Jericho definitely wouldnt have been his first choice as a partner, but never the less, they would get the job done. A well placed sniper was tactical in this sort of situation, make sure nobody leaves or entered the building without a check. Inside the clock tower, could be civilians, military soldiers, or even the UBCS themselves for all they knew. But at this point, it didnt matter. Nobody was leaving or entering the building so long as Skyfire had been on the scene.
Holding up his right arm, a sign that meant stay put, Alaska raised his RSASS and looked through the scope. Four infected to the target building. The structure was high enough, and had a good line of sight at both entrances to the Clock Tower, making it the best vantage point. Four shots fired in succession, four infected down, and another hand gesture told Jericho they were ready move. Quickly, the duo made a jog across the street, and hopped into the building through a broken window. Checking the first floor for signs of infected, Alaska dropped his rifle for his USP, and aimed the sidearm for the stairs.
Getting to the top floor was easy, no infected in the building, but they still needed to be careful and always on guard for anything. Just because they didnt come in contact with any form of BOW, and didnt see signs of any in the immediate area, didnt mean the creatures themselves couldnt sense human warmth. The rooftop was clear, and with only one doorway back inside, it made it easy to close and lock, meaning they didnt need to worry about any infected creeping up on them had they needed to focus all of their attention. Using his elbow and forearm, Alaska found a good point on the roof to set up the bi-pod for Jericho. It was at this point when he felt the need to explain himself, because up until this mission, they hadnt really had much to say to eachother. Maybe it was to clear his consience, maybe he was just trying to be friendly, but whatever the reason, Alaska needed to say it.
"Look, I know it seems like I dont like you, but im just trying to focus on the mission. I dont mean to be rude, its just how ive always doen things. Ive never had a partner before, im usually a lone wolf. Since Skyfire, I vowed to contribute to the team, and I intend to do so. You just have to give me some time, thats all. Now ready up, ill spot you, another set of eyes outside of your scope will be a good start if were going to make this partnership work..." From what he gathered, the other members of team had established quite the relationship already, but Alaska? He joined the USS for another reason. Getting involved with Skyfire wasnt his goal, but he was here now, and had to at least give the team the impression he was just as big a part of it as the rest. Even if it was a challenge.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 3, 2012 20:03:52 GMT -5
Just like that, the team was gone, exactly how he planned it to be. Arctic stuck with him, and Hawkeye led her down the fire escape, making their way down the back alleys and clearing out only what was necessary. Making their way down, Evan stopped and pressed his back against the wall leading to the small side alley next to the clock tower and peered out. Looking up, he saw Ghost throwing down the rappel lines and held up a hand sign, signifying Arctic to stay close and moved towards the zip lines.
"Jericho, eyes on the doors. When you see the gunfire in the windows, pop them off if they try to escape. Alaska, circle around the back, kill any chance of backup. No screw ups rookies, don't expect any Hostage negotiations. Ghost, get us eyes on the body count in there, something tells me we're not dealing with everyday civilians. If the opportunity arises, lure some away and take care of them. Quietly."
Hawkeye shifted his attention to Arctic, nodding his head and signaling her to ascend the rope. It didn't matter whether they were civilians in need of help, or the best of the best UBCS soldiers. Their orders still stood, if anyone was alive, eliminate them. As he watched her ascend the rope, he scanned the surrounding area from his position, seeing nothing. Suddenly the sound of the door beside them opened, Hawkeye aimed his weapon and out came a UBCS soldier, probably on guard duty.
Lowering his weapon and pulling out his SIG Sauer, the guard heard the sound of the weapon coming out of its holster. About to turn around, Hawkeye rushed him and slammed him into the ground before ramming his boot against the man's throat to stop him from saying anything. Shooting off a round, the Mercenary was dead within seconds. Lowering his body down, Hawkeye dragged the Merc away and dropped him in some shrubbery before leaping at the rope and ascending it.
Pulling up the cables, Hawkeye landed gently in the room and quietly. Making his way into the next room, Hawkeye remained crouched as he quietly opened the door and peered out, hearing the voices of the people down below. Peering out a bit further, he noticed they were on a walkway above the main hall and began moving towards the center, remaining crouched down. He didn't bother to look over the railway that blocked his view and merely activated his radio.
"Status report, go."
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Post by Arctic on Feb 3, 2012 22:16:43 GMT -5
Now that Arctic was swiping the streets along side of Hawkeye nothing came from her mouth, she was zoned in on her objectives and nothing else at the time. Being that she was a very slender female it gave her the upper hand of being much quicker on feet than most and with her M4A1 in her hands the trip to the clock tower went by fast.
Reaching the end of the ally way closest to their destination Arctic leaned into the wall opposite of the male further down, her eyes drifting from behind them both to Hawkeye until he signaled her to remain close, which caused her to take the distance away until she was able to peer out of the alleyway and note where the zip line was.
Staying close to him as they reached it, she meet his eyes once more and nodded in return before looking around at the area to make sure that no one was around. Securing her M4A1 on her back Arctice advanced forward and swiftly ascended the line and gently entered the window without a sound.
Glancing back down at her partner to see him taking out a Merc she took her M4A1 back into her hands and exited to the next room. Staying in the shadows as much as possible as she leaned into the wall, listening to the sounds of chatting not too far away. Crouching down, Arc slowly inched her way out of the room and into the large hallway which circled the first floor. Seeing as the railing hid her from sight the female made her way down to get a better look at what was around the corner, but it seemed like the cost was clear most likely due to Ghost being there before herself. Stationing herself in her place as Hawkeye joined her not to far from her location she kept her eyes on him for a moment before checking her compressors. It didn't matter if there was women, men, children, or soldiers below because in only a matter of time there would be no one left: Orders were orders.
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Post by Ghost on Feb 8, 2012 1:38:45 GMT -5
Ghost watched the streets intently as his team moved towards him, converging on their goal location. As Hawkeye instructed him to scope out the next room, Gabe turned from his position as he faded from view. Cracking the door open slowly as he took note of the many targets stationed within. Gabriel slipped into the room silently, shifting in the shadows to get a better perspective of the room. He spoke into his comm which gave off no sound for those within the room. "Main room, count six civilians, unarmed males. Two tangos by the window on the north side, three on the west and two by the stairway. I can't tell from here how many are on the lower floor, but we should assume there's more."
Ghost reached for his bowie knife as well as his combat knife and silently walked towards the two armed men on the stairway. He timed his movements accordingly and did not strike until the attention of the others turned elsewhere. "Engaging." He informed the team, signalling them to assist as he took his blades in an x formation across the throat of the first target. The man hit the floor and immediately began to bleed out as his partner rushed to his side, confused about what transpired. Before he had time to utter a call for help, Gabe slammed his bowie into his back while sliding his combat knife across the man's jugular.
Gabriel spun around quickly and sheathed the blades before reaching for his g36c, looking down the sights as he prepared to take out the remainder of the tangos if his team did not come to his aid fast enough.
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Post by Codename: Jericho on Feb 8, 2012 14:54:54 GMT -5
Taking in a deep breath as he removed the scope cover and crawled a little closer the end of the barrel at the edge of the roof. Hearing the orders simple and easy too follow as they were. He smirked at Alaska's words. But it seemed orders would have Alaska elsewhere. He just chuckled and kept his eye to the scope scanning the windows and watching the lower front doors for those who'd seek escape.
He watched as ghost eliminated two quickly and silently. He noticed a group of men moving about on the lower floor. It looked as if they were heading for the stairwell. A sound of a few screams were heard as well. The civilians in the room with dead Tangos no doubt. He quickly fired off a couple shots through the lower windows killing two armed soldiers. He'd raise his hand to his radio ear piece as he rose his scope back to the upper level windows.
"Ghost. Two were taken out but a unknown number of tangos are coming up the stairs fast. Two killed at least three more coming. Maybe more....Lets give em some trouble with there firing room. "
They had clearance and willing attitude when it came to killing civilians. Orders and all. Civilians would most likely head to those who could protect them. The soldiers would most likely not wish to kill or harm any civilians. They'd wish to help if possible.
Another couple shots were heard breaking the glass of upper windows now. Hard shots ...but not for Jericho. One of the Civilian males was hit in the shoulder. A scare tactic to cause fear in the others. A second shot went in the side of one mans heads barely a second after the first man was shot, a second target. His skull bone had bits that shattered out and blood would spray a bit over some of the other men painting them over a bit. In fear many began running for the stairwell the plan working as they'd meet the soldiers before ghost did. Soldiers reserved to fire would give ghost and the others a easy chance to mow them all down. Four men running to stop all coming up. One stumbling and bleeding begging for help. One on the ground dead a blood pool gathering under him. Too many distractions and objectives for whoever the enemy was. It was like a game from this view. Watching the fun and setting up pawns to watch them fall.
He crawled forward just a bit more so he could angle his gun downward towards the doors. "I've set you up a little fish in a barrel shoot...Have fun" He said with a chuckle as he waited leaving it to them now unless radioed too for aid. One more shot towards the doors quickly too draw in infected with the sound. If any came out as they would hesitate too decide how to deal with the infected he could make his move. But as for now he'd reload keeping his remaining shoot in the barrel ready too fire and reloaded to have six in the internal magazine. He had one more clip of bullets. Six in the magazine one in the chamber. Now it was time to wait for the runners. A small smile as a few zombies shuffled towards the door way slowly towards the doors now. Just three but they would play their part. Laying the prone position on the gravely roof top he waited listening for orders or waiting for shots.
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Post by Winters on Feb 8, 2012 18:26:21 GMT -5
"Go honey, run!" The father trying to push away the infected at grabbed onto him in the store. Another at his side, making the struggle impossible, and his grip starting to give out. The mans teenage daughter open up her switchblade, and than run at the two walkers, driving it into the back of one of them. When she hit it in the head, it collasped tot he ground motionless, allowing her father to push back the second and than get the door open. As they two of them got out into the ally, her father leaned up against the wall, holding his neck. There was a lot of blood, covering his shirt and dripping onto the ground. "Noo!" The girl spoke out to him, seeing her father in pain. "We should rest, we cant go on with that would as it is." But her father pushed her away instinctively, not wanting her to get closer.
"Just keep going, dont stop for me." He insisted. "No dad, im not leaving you behind. Come on, were going to get out of here." Getting her her dads arm, the girl supported him, while the pair moved through a back ally of the city. A couple of infected were ahead of them, and by the the looks of it, they caught onto the smell of blood. Quickly dipping into the nearest back door that she seen, the teen dragged her father inside, locking the door behind her. But it was than that he collapsed in the hallway, finally unable to hold himself up, and the girl not being able to carry his entire weight any longer. "Come on, come on..." She slapped his face several times, trying to wake him up. Failing to do so, the only thing she could do was try and stop the bleeding.
Through the scope of his assault rifle, Alaska monitored the streets below. He had no sound suppressor for his primary, which made his sniper roll onto to assist Jericho. As he pointed out targets, his partner quickly dispatched them, quicker than he even anticipated. The guy knew what he was doing, when to take the shots, everything was executed perfectly by him. A little more respect was gained by watching him take shots, hitting targets every single time almost effortlessly. But just than, a vibration was felt on his shoulder, and quickly aimed his rifle at the doorway they came up from. "We got company. Stay here."
After opening the door back into the apartment complex, Alaska looked down through the stairwell, and seen the doorway close shut again. Running down the stairs, he trained the rifle in front of him, waiting to come into contact with either infected, or human, it didnt matter to him because a burst to the head was enough for both. Upon reach the bottom floor, however, Alaska hear the voice of a younger girl. Rounding the corner he peeked, and seen a teenager girl standing over an older man on the ground, holding a wound in his neck. She was desperately trying to get him to stop shaking at this point, and Alaska knew that it was over for him, and her if she didnt get back. Albeit being on a covert mission, and knowing fully well his duties, he couldnt leave a young teenage girl like this.
Walking up behind the both of them, Alaska grabbed onto the girls neck with his arm, and pulled her away. She struggled, and tried to pull herself free, but he wasnt going to let go. With the free hand, he pulled out his suppressed pistol, and fired a shot into the head of the dying man on the ground. With this, the girl violently ripped herself away from grip, and got down on her knees over the man, crying her eyes out now. Looking up at Alaska, the girl pleaded why he did it, over and over again. He just stood there, watching the scene, not really sure what he could possibly do, what he should do. It was than that the girl pulled out a knife from his pocket, and came at him, but only managing to put a scrape in his kevlar suit. Another, and another, but then giving up and dropping back down her knees, exausted.
"You done?" He spoke out to the girl, innocence in his voice. Alaska knew this was a tricky situation. He was the only one of his group that would think twice before putting a bullet in this girls head. It would be easier in the the long run, both for Team Skyfire, and for the girl. But something, deep down inside of him, couldnt pull the trigger on her. Knowing he was gone for longer then five minutes, Jericho would soon be a little confused, and might try to come looking for him. "Come with me." Still holding the gun, Alaska moved for the stairs, and the teenager followed him closely, knowing that if he was going to kill her he would have already. The dark blue outfit was puzzling her, though, she couldnt place who he was associated with. He wasnt a cop, it was like someone out of a movie. Something about the man drew her with him, she knew that her father wouldve turning, she was just in denial, scared of change.
"Where are we going? Who are you?" But Alaska didnt answer, he couldnt do it honestly, so wouldnt do so at all. He just moved up the stairs, ignoring her now, or at least seemingly in her eyes. When they got to the top floor, he turned around and put his hand on her shoulder, halting her in place. Opening up a door close tot he stairs, he pushed her inside, and than spoke out. "Stay put." Finally lowering the gun, he closed the door as she was about to speak, ask more questions. Holding onto his forehead, Alaska was frustrated at the situation, but knew that he needed to get back to business. He could figure out what to do with her later, right now he was needed on the rooftop. Opening the door, he moved back over to Jericho, speaking calmly as if nothing happened. "Were clear to engage when nessicary.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Feb 8, 2012 19:32:17 GMT -5
"Guess it's time to roll. Engage your targets. Jericho, cover Ghost."
"Engaging."
Ghost's voice was right on that, the sound of bodies dropping as he looked to Arctic and motioned for her to stand with him. When the sniper bullets hit, Hawkeye popped out and looked down at the ground floor. He counted four UBCS soldiers, several civilians were gathered as he aimed down his sights. They heard the glass shattering on the second floor and started raising their weapons. Popping off rounds, it took them by surprise as he focused on the UBCS soldiers with the panicked screams of civilians.
Just as quickly as the team had appeared, it seemed the slaughterhouse occurred. Bodies were dropping and bullets were going off, yet he left the civilians untouched for the time being. They scurried into the room beneath the walkway which was nothing more than a dead end, and when all the bodies were gone, Hawkeye stopped firing. Moving to the stairs, he descended and moved out into the center of the room as he spoke over the radio.
"Check your kills. Make sure they're all dead. We don't have time to dick around."
The whimpers of the people in the corner as Evan looked to the group that were huddled. Six adults, two teens, and four kids, Evan walked in their general direction for a moment and spoke into the intercom.
"Management, repeat mission parameters on survivors."
"Eliminate all survivors. Don't let a single one live."
Management's voice went over all intercoms as did Hawkeye's voice. Although the civilians didn't hear, he looked to them and before he could say anything, a sudden gunshot exploded as one of the panicked men shot a handgun at Hawkeye. The bullet slammed into Hawkeye's left arm, hitting only the outer edge and giving a nice large graze. Flinching back, Hawkeye held his left arm and looked down at it as the panicked man was about to pull the trigger again.
"Damn...That hurt..."
He muttered and grabbed his G36K, suddenly aiming and unloading the last eighteen rounds of his clip into the man's body for overkill. Blood splattered over the walls, even splashing on the bodies of the people he was trying so hard to protect.
"Arctic, cleanup this mess. We've got a hospital to get to."
Pulling out a roll of gauze, Hawkeye turned his back on them and began wrapping the wound before tightly knotting it up. Exhaling heavily he started walking towards the main doors, waiting for the satisfying explosion that Arctic was so famous for. Stepping out the main doors, he looked up to Jericho and Alaska, signaling a hand sign for gathering the team.
"Form up Skyfire, time to get to the hospital."
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Post by Arctic on Feb 8, 2012 21:20:14 GMT -5
With Evans' command Arctic rose from her post against the railing and stood with her M1A1 at the ready. Everyone on the lower level were panicking at this point by the sudden rain of gunshots and as her dark eyes locked on to each solider another shot rang. Only head shots or a single bullet to the chest since it wasn't like they would really be fighting back.
A single bullet flew past the left side of her head as the bloodshed calmed to a stop. Not even thinking the female pulled the trigger to finish off the last male in front of her before walking down the stairs. Civilians were curled up in a corner and without even needing Hawkeye to repeat Managements' orders she knew what she would need to do. Looking down to the bodies which laced the floor, along with pools of crimson, Emily gave a swift kick to the ribs of the one closest to her, Dead.
Alerting her eyes once the silence was shattered by shots Arctice made her way over to stand at Hawkeyes' side as he over killed the only one daring enough to take a stand. Making a note of how large it grazed his skin for later details.
"Arctic, cleanup this mess. We've got a hospital to get to."
There was a shimmer in her eyes as her petite females' hand roamed to her pack to pull out one of her grenades, keeping it out of site from the civilians. Glancing around to make sure Hawkeye was heading towards the doors to leave.
"Now then, you guys will be just fine. Stay right here while I take care of things, okay?" The smile on her lips made her words sound convincing but to anyone who knew what she had in mind Emily was a sick minded individual. Taking a step forward her free hand reached out to the child and grasped her hand, placing the grenade in her palm as she crouched down to her level.
Right when she was about to speak up again though another male went to intercept what Arctic was doing but he was to slow, in one motion her H&K Mk. 23 was pointed directly at him.
"We wouldn't want to do anything stupid.." Her stern voice was enough to stop his actions but not his words. He screamed that she was sick for doing this to a child and that she was a monster, but none of it gained a reaction from Arctic, instead she turned her attention back to the small girl in front of her and turned her to face away from all the others.
"Do you see that pin?" Emily waited until the little girl nodded before continuing. "I want you to pull it out, if you do it will save everyone, Okay? Just make sure you are always holding onto it"
Taking a step backwards Arc stood up, keeping her H&K Mk. 23 pointed at the adults, until she reached the doorway. Looking back at the girl she gave her a smile and nodded as she watched the little naive girl pulled the pin. Right afterwards she turned and walked out of the room towards the location of her team while the civilians attempted to get it away, but the little girl didn't know any better so she stood still holding it :thinking it would save them all.
"Five..four..three..two..one-" The sound of an explosion rang in her ears as she stood on the street beside Hawkeye, a satisfied sound to hear for the person whom adored going out with a bang.
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Post by Ghost on Feb 12, 2012 0:22:42 GMT -5
As the room filled with bullets and his team mates, Ghost kept up with their movements and actions individually as he remained cloaked in his suit. Men and women dying by their hands didn't bother him in the least, but the children.. The children were a different story. Gabe's heart began to swell with anger and frustration as he watched the actions of his team mate, Arctic. He felt himself becoming incredibly conflicted as he watched the cruel and horrifying plan beset by the female, handing the small girl an active grenade while promising hope and safety.
Ghost watched silently, only a few feet away from Arctic as she left the room. His gaze shifted back and forth between his team mate and the small girl as she clenched the frag for dear life. Tears swelled in his eyes as he watched helplessly, still struggling within himself for what to do, if anything at all. Finally a conclusion brimmed to the surface, something to do, the right thing to do. Gabriel glided across the floor with demonic speed, snatching the girl into his arms as he gripped the grenade in his own hand. He flew forward into a roll across the ground as he slung the frag in the other direction behind them. Ghost slid across the floor, holding the girl gently in his arms as he collided into a smaller room next door as the explosion ignited the main area.
A pile of splintered wood and concrete laid atop Gabe and the small girl as he rose from the rubble. He crouch walked towards the nearby closet and placed the whimpering girl inside. Ghost's visor became clear, showing his face as he reached back to remove the mask. He pulled the hood and visor back as he looked down at the child with fear and relief written on his expression. The man brushed his hand lightly across her cheek before placing his finger to his lips. "Shhhh." Gabriel warned as he slid the door closed around her, she did as he directed. Ghost stood up to his full height and adjusted the strap holding his gun before casting his gaze to the side. "What chance would she have hiding in a closet?" He thought to himself, before finding his answer almost immediately. "It's better than hugging a grenade.."
Once his thoughts were settled and his conscious clear, Gabriel quickly rushed to regroup with his team. Pulling his mask and hood back over his face as he re-cloaked behind the veil of invisibility. Moments later he reappeared next to his team leader, Evan. Silence fell over him from that point on, listening to orders but no longer giving much for responses.
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Post by Codename: Jericho on Feb 12, 2012 23:31:45 GMT -5
Once he fired his shots and was reloaded the fight was for those inside. With so many flashes and with a cloaked stealth teammate moving about it wasn't safe to fire to many times more. His team could handle what was inside now. That was their business. He smirked already throwing the rifle on safety and tightening the strap as it hung around his arm. Securing his rifle. He heard the explosion and only gave a slight glance over seeing a few dead heading for the already cracked glass doors. He gave a hmph and headed towards a nearby fire escape. He spoke but a moment through his headset.
"You boys have a nice shoot out in there? haha. A few walkers are busting in through the side doors....if anyone is still clinging to life in there they'll finish em off. We get a few to the kill count and they get some lunch. Everyone wins.! So please go exit through the appropriate front doors and let our ghoul buds enjoy a fine meal. Its only proper to be kind to guests now isn't it? He gave a chuckle as he stopped talking hitting the ground having too drop from the last two foot because of a rusty latter of the fire escape. Hearing a grow behind him he immediately turn striking a zombie in the chin with the under side of his pistol knocking it back. He kicked it once more the thick boot knocking it a second stomp to break the neck. With no brain connection to the corpse it was just a groaning head with a shaking body. he turned and left it. A shot would have been a waist.
He saw Evan make the signal and that he was looking towards the roof. He moved up keeping down and out of site. It didn't matter if he had moved ahead a tiny bit they were all meeting at the same place. the walkers were going in the side door so it was still fine. He had his pistol in his hand waiting crouched behind a car waiting for his team to exit.
The moment Evan came out he'd give a signal over the hood so he wouldn't shoot then stand following along side him until the next order to take point. With a wink and pat on the shoulder he'd say quickly as they' regroup. He'd say to Evan. "Miss me?" With a smile. Almost like it was a game as the cool wind hit his face.
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