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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2012 15:58:31 GMT -5
The largest building in Raccoon would be City Hall. The City Council used to work and meet here daily, discussing their current viral issues. Now the entire building has been barricaded, there seems to be signs of life still inside.
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Post by Ion on Mar 6, 2012 3:04:16 GMT -5
[Deckard and Crowley are at City Hall]
The military chopper flew in low, hovering over the center of politics and power in the city. At least, what Umbrella wanted it to look like. The two UBCS soldiers waiting for the signal to rappel down knew that all that waited inside were a couple of overblown, overpaid braggarts that the corporation rathered dead.
Deckard made sure his cable was firmly attached before reminding his squadmate of their goals.
"If it's hell inside, it'll be a quick mop up. If those suits have the place locked down, we'll keep up appearances until we can let the infected inside. Got it?"
Crowley had attached her own cable and nodded at her superior before glancing down, out of the chopper. "Yes sir. Eh, what if Mayor Warren isn't inside?"
"Then he's not our problem."
The pilot gave the all clear and two descended rapidly onto the roof of the building. Once they touched downed, they disconnected themselves from the cables and Deckard gave the order: "Clear the roof, I don't want any surprises."
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 6, 2012 3:29:20 GMT -5
Crowley nodded and began to scope out the rooftop with a slight limp in her step. She'd moved acrossed the roof with her MP5 tightly in her grip. She hadn't seen anything remotely dangerous besides the rising smoke coming from the direction of the Apple Inn. She'd sighed and looked back at her superior, lowering her weapon.
"The roof is clear, sir," she said, sauntering over to the door that'd take them into the building. She was a little concerned with the reaction they'd get from the survivors inside the building. She doubted they'd take a surprise visit from the UBCS in stride. Especially after they randomly appeared from the rooftop.
"I don't believe the civilians inside are going to be thrilled to see us. No one is exactly happy with Umbrella now, sir. Our squad's death is a result of that."
"They'll be happy if we tell them we're here to fix their mistakes. If not I hope you have your safety off." The officer was scoping out the side of the building before following her to the door. "Locked?
Crowley wriggled the knob and pointed her weapon at the door, shooting around the door knob. She'd grabbed at it again, ripping the handle off with her other hand. "Not anymore, sir," she told him, walking in.
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Post by Ion on Mar 6, 2012 4:06:54 GMT -5
"Keep your weapon up, no mistakes," the officer told her, drawing his sidearm. Her MP5 would work well in tight quarters, but he'd have to use his handgun if he wanted to move effectively.
The two descended the stairs, Deckard made note on the roof of how the infected were clumped up at the side entrances. He took that to mean survivors had barricaded the hall effectively. If so, he'd have to keep the survivors occupied while Crowley sabotaged the exterior.
"Check the top floor, I'll cover you." The man sidled up against the side of the doorway to the third floor.
The soldier did as she was told, opening the door and swinging it open. She'd moved in with her firearm drawn. There'd been a long, narrow hallway, clear of any hostiles. "Hall's clear," she said, walking further in to check the first office door.
Deckard followed afterwards and begun checking the office opposite Crowley. He opened the door slightly and then kicked it in, firearm drawn. He checked the corners of the office, moved in and made sure nothing and no one was hiding anywhere. Once clear, he moved to the next one.
The two mercenaries cleared out the floor pretty quickly, finding no trace of life or death. The only room left to check was the mayor's office.
"Ladies first," Deckard said, pointing his handgun at the doorframe.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 6, 2012 4:34:24 GMT -5
Crowley opened the door and stepped in, gun drawn at what appeared to be nothing. There hadn't been a sign of the Mayor. Walking further in, she'd approached the large desk that'd been littered with scattered papers and folders. Shuffling through them, she'd noticed a few framed pictures of himself and possibly his family.
"He might be downstairs with the civilians," she muttered before glancing upward at her superior. "Or another squad might have picked him up."
"He's not our problem anymore," Deckard said, picking up the picture frame. Something caught the corner of his eye and he jumped to the side of the door, slamming his back up against it.
Crowley ducked behind the desk, waiting for Deckard to give an order. She'd held her breath momentarily, glancing over at the window. The reflection of the door could easily be seen from her and Deckard's point of view. There'd been a muffle of a voice coming from right outside the door and before long, she' d noticed the door opening, revealing a man in a suit. Looked like he was carrying a shotgun in his hands.
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Post by Ion on Mar 6, 2012 5:08:08 GMT -5
The man didn't notice Deckard his nervous demeaner working as psychological blinders. The officer came at him, grabbing the shotgun and pointing it away from them while his other hand gripped the man's collar. Deckard's foot hit the stranger's heel and knocked him down onto his back. He followed through, holding the man down by his collar.
After a few tense moments for the stranger, Deckard stood up off him, still holding his shotgun. "My name's Samuel Deckard, I'm here with the UBCS on a rescue operation." The officer helped the man up to his feet before continuing. "I've been flagging groups for airlift all day and was clearing out this floor for any infected. Glad to know someone's alive in here," he smiled and looked down, feigning a look of fatigue.
"Yeah, yeah, we've got a group holed up downstairs. I can take you to them," the man stumbled through his words, caught off guard by his attacker's sudden politeness.
"Good, good, so tell me..."
"James, James Pryor."
"James, tell me James, how's your group been holding up?"
The officer followed the man's lead out of the office. Things were going well. He could go distract the survivors leaving Crowley to carry out her mission. She had to follow them back downstairs and rip a hole in their barricade, hopefully without getting spotted. If she was spotted, any gunshots could be misconstrued as guards holding off the infected. At least if she finishes the job fast enough.
If things don't go through he could always double-back to the staircase and use the narrow steps to gun down any survivors looking for revenge.
"So... do you have anyone watching the barricade downstairs?" He interjected.
"We have four people downstairs, everyone else is huddle up in the second floor. We heard the ruckus and I drew the short straw on who was gonna check."
"Well you're lucky you found me. Anyone else might not be as friendly," he laughed and put the survivor somewhat at ease.
The man knocked on the second floor's door and called out, "It's James, the commotion was a soldier come to find survivors!" The door opened and Deckard stepped inside to much commotion.
"Now now, I can answer all your questions, just, please lets do this orderly," he said closing the door behind him.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 6, 2012 5:30:48 GMT -5
Crowley had waited for Deckard to distract the man long enough to get him out of the office and down the hall. Somehow, he'd managed to convince the poor fool that he was here to help, which in return, had gotten their new 'friend' to lead him to the second floor where more surviviors holed up. All the while, the soldier had shadowed their every step.
Waiting up the staircase, she'd watched the nervous civillian lead Deckard into the second floor hall. As soon as the door had closed, she'd began descending the staircase toward the first floor. She reached out to push open the door but then quickly retracted her arm, looking over at the next set of stairs. There hadn't been a breaker up on the roof, so they had to be down in the basement. There'd been another set of steps beyond the first floor, which automatically told Crowley that there'd been a basement.
'I should just knock the power out.' she thought to herself, walking down the next set of stairs.
'If the power goes out then the security will come check on the breakers, it'll be dark enough for me to get by and up to the first floor barricades...'
It was settled, she was going to knock the power out and use it to her advantage. When she came to the basement doors, she'd found chains laying on the tile infront of it, the large lock that was once on the door, was lying atop of some crates. Must have been unlocked recently.
Unholstering her sidearm, she'd pushed open the maintenance room doors and slipped behind a metal grating, incase anyone or anything was down there. There'd been a subtle hum emitting from the generators, other than that, nothing. Looking around the grate, she'd double checked the area to ensure it's safety before walking out into the open. The breakers had to be somewhere nearby.
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Post by Ion on Mar 6, 2012 6:11:51 GMT -5
Deckard BS'd his way through the group, giving them false hope and empty promises with a calm voice, and reassuring smile. After a few minutes of idle chatter, the the lights fizzed and flickered off. The officer clicked a button on his angle-head flashlight, illuminating a few scared faces in front of him.
"Don't worry, I'll go check the breakers," he said drawing his handgun. "It'll just be a moment."
The officer made his exit to the stairway. Some of the guards downstairs ran through the dark, flashlights waving as they moved. They ran downstairs towards the basement, while Deckard casually stepped down to the first floor.
There'd been another light beaming from the basement doors immediately after. The sounds of rattling chains and a short clink could be heard when the person had come climbing up the stairs toward him. When the figure stepped into the light, he could plainly see Crowley's face.
"Three guards are locked in the basement....with what looked like an infected civilian, sir," she told him.
"One more to go then," Deckard replied, walking in stride along the first floor's hall.
The pair emerged in the entrance hall, a once lavishly decorated room, now mostly barren with it's windows boarded shut, and it's monuments to men slapped haphazardly against the front entrance. A lone gunman stood guard, waiting for his allies to return, but was only greeted with two swift bullets to the throat and temple.
"You work on the barricade, I'll find us an exit," Deckard said holstering his smoking gun.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 6, 2012 6:34:55 GMT -5
"Yes, sir."
While Deckard went off to secure an exit, Crowley went to work on the entrance of City Hall. The doors were wider and could fit more than two or three infected at a time, the entire first floor would be covered in a matter of minutes. As the woman began removing a bench from the barricade, she could already hear the scratching and thumping against the doors. Somehow, after all that she'd been through the passed two nights, that sound had still been unsettling. After she'd moved the bench across the marble floors, she'd moved onto a bust of Mayor Warren, himself. In a matter of seconds, she'd taken a double-glance at it, recognizing the face as the infected in the basement.
Either way, the statue had been attached to a column, making it pretty hefty to push. Placing her shoulder up against the side, she'd began to push it aside from the rest of the barricade before ultimately, tipping it and breaking off a chunk of the Mayor's head.
Crowley grimaced slightly and went back to work right after. After a little while the door had been completely bare save for the extra chains and padlock that had kept the door handles in place. Would have been a smart maneuver provided the idiots would have secured it properly. The chains were wrapped around the handles loosely. Loose enough that she could unravel the padlock from the tangle of chains and simply pull it up and over the handles entirely. She'd noted that it might have temporarily been effective if the infected pushed hard enough, then it would have pushed the doors in, tightening the chains. It wouldn't have held up long enough, though.
Slipping the chains off of the handles, Crowley unlocked the doors and pulled them open, four infected falling through the entryway. There'd been a flock of others shambling in after, tripping over their fallen. Crowley half jogged-half limped her away after Deckard, her light swaying in her pocket.
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Post by Ion on Mar 12, 2012 18:17:09 GMT -5
Deckard searched the lower level for an escape route. He'd hate to have to drop from another floor outside. That would just complicate things. Unfortunately, most, if not all of the lower windows seemed to be boarded up. Seems like they must've constructed the entrance barrier hastily, and used their borrowed time to secure the rest of the building. A half baked plan that would be their undoing.
Finally the officer came across a door that wasn't locked or barred that seemed to go outside. After drawing his firearm, the officer stepped out into the cool air. Looked like a small alcove, with a statue and what appeared to be a very low budget garden.
Trying the door out into the street, he found it locked. A few strong hits from his dirt kickers had the door's locks giving way.
Crowley had eventually caught up with Deckard, shutting the door behind her. "There's infected flooding the halls. We should probably get going before they make it through the door you just pried open," she commented.
"They're dumb as sheep, so long as we close both these doors, we needn't worry." Deckard drew his assault rifle and peeked out the doorway to ensure there wouldn't be any surprises. After Crowley got the door closed and jammed shut, Deckard stepped outside the building's perimeter.
He didn't see the drain deimos crawling down the wall of the building, nor did he see it drop down onto the wall separating the alcove from the street.
"Sir...?" Crowley called out quietly, staring off at the top of the wall.
Deckard turned around just in time to see the monster pounce off the wall at him. With no time to raise his gun, he fired from the hip with his rifle, tearing at the monsters flesh before it landed on him. The beast knocked him on his back, but he avoided hitting his head, while simultaneously dropping his rifle.
"Damn it!" he cursed out, gritting his teeth and holding the beast at bay with his right arm. The creature screeched and slashed at him with it's clawed appendage. It cut the supervisor horizontally across his face, from his cheek past his nose.
It stung and burned, but the officer maintained focus long enough to draw his knife from it's holster and stab it into the monster's face. As it curdled and screamed, blood flew from it's wound onto Deckard's hand, burning and stinging his flesh and glove.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 13, 2012 7:00:55 GMT -5
The creature had finally been flung off of Deckard's torso, Crowley standing above him using his rifle as a bar in both hands. When it tumbled aside, she'd shot a string of bullets into it before it'd finally went limp, bleeding out onto the cement. She'd looked back over at her superior and noticed the large scar across his face and the seering of what must've been acid eating through his glove and burning his hand.
"Sir, your hand," she said, her tone of voice higher than usual. She hadn't anything on her to treat that, everything she had, she's lost in the Apple Inn. She'd knelt down a little, slinging the rifle over her shoulder and grabbing at his shoulder to help him up.
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Post by Ion on Mar 26, 2012 10:03:46 GMT -5
"Fffff... yeah, I've got it," he grunted out as she helped him up. He clipped a can off of his belt and sprayed it's contents over his left hand, hissing slightly as his flesh stopped bubbling.
After a few painful seconds, the flesh clotted up well enough that he didn't have to worry about it getting in the way. Still hurt to move his hand in any meaningful way though, but he'd just have to get by.
"Ah, the miracles of bio-engineering. We've got to get off the streets so we can radio a pickup to our next objective," Deckard started, taking his rifle back from Crowley. He wiped the blood from his face and flinched slightly. The spray wouldn't work on his face, it could get in too many delicate places, so he'd just have to live with the new decoration.
"But Sir, that's an opened wound, aren't you worried about possibilities of infection?" Crowley asked, gesturing toward his injured face.
"Your concern is appreciated, but unwarranted, Allison. Everything is under control," Deckard responded coolly.
The pair of UBCS operatives started off into the dying city, the sounds of screaming and erratic gunshots at their backs.
[Deckard and Crowley have left City Hall]
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