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Post by Winters on May 15, 2011 15:34:31 GMT -5
In a worried tone tone, Hal jumped from the chopper and than ran over to where Arc had been laying on the ground. From what he could tell, he was bleeding from a cut that looked as if somebody tried to cut his arm off. But whats worse was it had already began mutating around it, and there was nothing they could do to stop it now. Hal didnt bother asking what exactly happened, because it didnt matter at this point, he had to make himself clear and try doing whatever he could to help his friend and the real Doctor. "Hes mutating, at least his arm is... I dont know exactly, this hasnt happened before, not this bad... Im not a doctor, though, maybe its just..." Not thinking about it any longer, he sputtered out more words before frantically trying to lift him up on his own. "We need to get him inside, the wet grass isnt going to make anything better."
Both Amelia and Katy helped Hal lift the man up, and semi-dragged him across the lawn to the front door. Richard had came outside and seen what was going on, seen Arc in critical condition, apparently. "What in blazes happened to the fella?! Lay em on my sons bed, first door on the left!" Holding the screen door open, Richard waited for them to all get him through, and then went onto the patio to make sure there wasnt anything out there that couldnt caused this. He didnt hear any gunshots, but whatever was going on had to have been big enough to take out the battle hardened soldier. After closing the door, Richard seen Allison now sitting down sideways on the couch, holding her leg. "Looks like both of you got a little dinged up, huh? Ill see what I can do for you, ive had some field experience with gunshot wounds, but I cant promise you much... I think your friend in the other room is in pretty bad condition..."
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Post by Caliber on May 15, 2011 16:36:57 GMT -5
Amelia, Hal, and Katy lay Arc down safely on the bed on his back. "Someone get my satchel from the yard, hurry," Amelia demanded. Katy left the room and quickly returned with the satchel. Amelia dug through it and pulled out several things. She held up a syringe full of liquid. "Alright, I'm going to need to put him into a medically induced coma... a sedative isn't going to work this time."
Amelia injected Arc with the syringe, then tossed it. She picked up a bottle of Ethanol and poured clear liquid onto a handful of gauze. She began cleaning off the skin around Arc's laceration. She scrubbed the wound, inside and out. "It's a good thing he wasn't awake for this..." Amelia said, exhaling loudly. She retrieved her suture kit and began sutring up the wound. Amelia always excelled when it came to sutures in medical school, her stitch was the best there is. Once Amelia finished mending the flesh, she scrubbed Arc's skin with Ethanol a final time before applying heavy bandaging. "Okay," she announced. "I'm done."
Amelia stood up and walked out of the room without saying another word, taking her satchel with her. She walked down stairs and out into the living room. "Okay, Allison," she began. "Your turn."
Amelia noticed the man, who lived in this house, sitting by Allison. He was cleaning out the gunshot wound. Amelia walked over to the opposite side of the couch and knelt down by Allison, extending her hand to the man.
"Dr. Amelia Robbins," she introduced herself "Thanks for the help, I'll take it from here."
Amelia finished cleaning out Allison's wound. "Well, the surrounding skin is in pretty bad condition; those rifles were pretty high-powered. There's not a lot left to suture, but I'll do my best," she told Allison. Amelia injected Allison with a local anesthetic to numb the pain that the procedure was going to cause, and began suturing. Once she was finished, she applied bandages to the wound, just as she did with Arc, then helped Allison to her feet.
"Thanks, Doc," Allison told Amelia, now standing on her own.
"You're welcome. It'll take a little while before the pain goes away, but these will help," Amelia replied, pulling a small bottle of generic mild-strength acetaminophen from her bag, then pouring a few in Allison's hand. Before Amelia could give her a swig of water, Allison had already swallowed the pills.
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Post by Winters on May 15, 2011 18:07:38 GMT -5
Hanging over Arcs body, Hal really didnt know what to say. It was sad seeing somebody like him in this position, normally the soldier isnt the one to fall first. Holding onto his newly stitched up arm, he could see how the infected was spreading up and to the top of his shoulder. It had been slow, very, very slow, but it was still moving up slowly. Hal didnt know what to do, but hes studied this virus' before, through experience, and though there wasnt a way to stop it without waiting for Arc to regain control, there was a way to slow it down and prevent it from going any further. It seemed the virus was only effecting his skin tone at this point, it handnt been moving through the blood stream, maybe because the blood thinners were making it a lot harder for it to do so. It was this simple idea that needed to be exploited in order to make a cure, they just needed live patients, and that never flew with the BSAA Medical Team.
"Amelia, come here, please... Whenever you have the chance." Hal was holding onto the top of Arcs arm, trying to cut off circulation. He didnt know how to do something like that without causing any damage, he needed Amelia. "We need to cut off circulation here, so you have anything to give him that could do that? We couldnt stop of virus, but maybe we could regulate it through the air, prevent it from going any further, at least until hes back in control. If the mutations are that severe, it would be better if it was just his arm that had to be removed, but once it gets any further, theres nothing we can do for him by hope he doesnt enter a state of frenzy, perminantly..."
Richard was listening to Hal speak. It was a little hard to imagine what was going on, but it seemed like things were taking a turn for the worse for his friend. Hed rather not deal with something like this in his own home, this was suppose to be a safe zone, a place of refuge. Bringing him here was their only option, thats understandable, but was it really going to put the place at risk? "What did yall expect to find at that lab, anyways? A cure? I can tell you how to get in there, if its that important..."
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Post by Caliber on May 15, 2011 18:39:49 GMT -5
Now that Amelia was finished with Allison, she went back for Arc at Hal's request, leaving Allison and Katy to speak with Richard. Amelia walked into the room and sat down on the bed next to Hal, who was holding on to Arc's arm. "Here, this will help..." Amelia said, re-attaching the tourniquet over Arc's arm. "There, that will restrict the blood flow. Problem is, he's on blood thinners, so the virus will spread through his blood much faster than it usually would have. This isn't good, I think we should consider amputation before the virus spreads farther. He was already infected with the virus, I'm not sure why this gash, of all things, made anything worse."
Amelia though for a moment, studying Hal's reaction.
"He's comatose. I have no idea when he'll wake up-- if he wakes up. It could be tomorrow, a week from now, or never. It's not like I had much of a choice, at least this will slow down mutation," Amelia told Hal, hanging her head.
"We have to do something fast. Problem is, amputation is risky. He could die from a million different things, especially since the virus has weakened his immune system so extensively. If we decide to go with amputation, I know another surgeon from back in Seattle who traveled to Raccoon City on the same helicopter with me. I'm pretty certain of where she is, and we could get there fast with that helicopter of yours. She specializes in Orthopedics, which is exactly the type of surgeon we need for an amputation like this."
In the next room, Katy and Allison answered Richard's question.
Katy explained, "We were looking for a 'cure'. Technically not universal cure, but something that could help Arc's extraordinary situation. Amelia had reason to believe they were able to develop something back in Seattle."
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Post by Winters on May 15, 2011 23:09:36 GMT -5
"No, were not going to amputate. We need to get inside that lab, and find the cure, or find a way to pen in the mutation. If we can manage to do that, itll only take over his arm, hell still have control over it. That lab has it, I know it does, something to help Arc. Its got to, we just need to go in and get it without drawing attention to ourselves. Id contact the BSAA, but its beyond their jurisdiction to go against Tricell, the companies work in unison, even though theyre opposites..." By this time, it seemed almost like this was a mission. Hal never constructed a mission of this sort since back in 1998, at least not without being affiliated with the BSAA.
"...Its going to be hard, especially with just the two of you. Amelia, I dont know how much covert training youve attained... It will defintly be a sneaking mission, I dont think it would be a good idea to just go in guns blazing. Who knows what youll encounter down there, too..." Thinking about it really made Hal remember back in his days working for the military during the 1998 outbreak. He was on the technical end, and always was in charge of lining up the missions, giving the participants all the information they needed to carry out the mission. This time, it wasnt like he was working with military soldiers, these were BSAA members who may or may not have the proper training for this sort of mission. "...From where stand, it doesnt look like theres much choice. We could take a gamble on Arcs mutation, or try and see what we can find down there. Its your call at this point, Amelia. Your the doctor."
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Post by Caliber on May 15, 2011 23:36:31 GMT -5
Amelia sighed and looked at her feet, rubbing her head, taking a moment to think.
"You expect us to go down there alone? Against a battalion of Tricell Operatives? Just Katy and I? Look, I want to help Arc, but that's insane. The four of us couldn't even get within 100 feet of the entrance without getting a dozen snipers shooting at us. Those people captured and executed an entire squad of highly-trained, fully-armed U.S. soldiers. I can't ask my only living relative to follow me on a suicide mission. Hell, we don't even know if they have what we need! I'm basing the very idea of a cure off of the fact that a couple of soldiers left without telling anyone all the way back in Seattle."
Amelia felt overwhelmed, and ashamed that she'd come across a problem of this severity that she could not overcome. Part of her almost wished that Hal would present a convincing enough argument to persuade her to attempt the mission.
In the next room, everything was silent as Katy, Allison, and Richard listened intensely to Hal and Amelia's conversation. They glanced back and fourth at eachother, worried.
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Post by Winters on May 16, 2011 14:37:00 GMT -5
Judging from Amelias reaction, Hal knew this was going to be too much. He wasnt used to thinking about anything like this without having people around him that would take the mission as not a problem. But these werent trained military operatives, these might as well have been civilians. Hal couldnt be responsible if anything did happen to them down there, and it would put Tricell against the BSAA, had they realized who sent them down there. "Your right, that was a selfish idea, I couldnt do that..." Looking over at Arc, Hal was ready to just see how things went. Hopefully he would adjust to the mutation naturally, hes a strong soldier, never let it control him before, as long as he could help it.
Richard wanted to say that he would do it, he had the most military experience here, even more than Arcian. But the problem was, he was too old, getting up there into his 60's, he just wasnt cut out for this sort of thing. But just as things had gotten sour, Hal spoke up, something obviously clicking in his head "No... No, I know who I can contact. Just, stay with him for now, im going back to the chopper!"
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Post by Caliber on May 16, 2011 18:07:00 GMT -5
"Hal, wait," Amelia called out, grabbing his arm before he could leave the room. He turned around and she looked him in the face. "Look," she began. "I've had a lot of military experience over the past fourteen years. You've got to understand that I don't make a decision like this lightly. I want to help Arc, but going by myself, or even with Katy alone... is suicide. That said, I..." Amelia hesitated. Then continued, "I'll lead a team in, if you can assemble at least three or four other soldiers."
Almost instantaneously, Katy peeked her head in the door way. "I'm going," she said, now walking into the room.
"Katy, you don-"
"I want to," Katy interrupted. "And it's not up to you."
Allison walked into the room next, almost without limp. "I'm going, too. By the time Hal comes back with whoever else is coming, my leg will be fine."
Amelia thought for a moment. "Fine," she said, grinning slightly. She turned to Hal, "It looks like we only need one or two more, then," Amelia smiled.
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Post by Winters on May 16, 2011 23:53:38 GMT -5
"With a team of that many people, we would be better off splitting them up, everybody being assigned to a different roll, before we get down there. If this is going to be silent, we cant travel together, wed have to split up, and secure areas, all without being seen. Ive handled plenty of these missions myself, or rather, orchestrated them... Were going to get this done, even if I has to wait some time..." Without waiting on anybody else to respond, Hal moved out of the house, and then entered the chopper...
Richard listened to the man speak out. It was a little strange how much he seemed to know about this sort of stuff, given his age, but it was for a good cause. Questions didnt need to be asked "who" or "who, just that he knew how to handle this sort of thing. "Alright, you heard the guy. Roles, everybody gets one. When were down there, things are going to be a little rough, everybody needs to know what to do in any given situation..." By the sound of his voice, Richard was telling the others that he was going to be part of this, even if he would stay behind and support. "...I may be old, and you might not be able to teach an old dog new tricks, but I have my field training."
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Post by Caliber on May 18, 2011 21:47:48 GMT -5
Amelia nodded her head as Hal spoke. He ran out of the room, presumably toward the chopper. Richard then began speaking to the group. Amelia continued nodding her head until he was done. "Alright," Amelia began. "We'll split up the infiltration teams to cover more ground, faster. You and Hal could remain behind and direct us from the chopper, if you'd prefer."
Amelia was suddenly reminded of something, "Oh, hold on, I'll be back!" She ran off out the door after Hal. She approached the helicopter. The propellers had just begun spinning slowly and Hal was in the pilot's seat. Amelia climbed into the chopper and called in to Hal. "Wait, before you leave, do you have a portable radio that you could give me, with the ability to pick up the same frequencies as the radio in this bird? It'd be useful to carry one around."
Another idea came to her. She continued, "Also, do you happen to have any suppressors in this armory of yours? I'd like to see if I could find one that fits my MP9, it'd be nice to have a suppressed weapon when inflitrating the base."
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Post by Winters on May 18, 2011 22:13:12 GMT -5
"M4G11S12L9B52A15. This is Halbred, designated frequencies." When Hal left the house, he instantly began using his radio to turn on certain frequencies. Not not a few moment later, and he was inside of the helicopter, and tuning into it on his headset. "M4G11S12L9B52A15. This is Halbred, designated frequencies." He had been flicking the flight dials and switches to gear up the bird, but paused halfway through because he was getting a response. "This is M4G11S12L9B52A15. Extraction R90C7P7." As soon as Hal heard the code, he instantly disconnected the radio call, without anymore clarification.
"Tell the others im gonna be at least two and half hours!" It was at this time that Amelia came to the front of the chopper, and opened up the door. She asked if they had any other equipment, and he pointed her in the right direction, yet still intently gearing up the chopper. Greeting her as she left, Hal finally got the blades moving, and than rose the aircraft into the air with ease and speed. Within the next minute, it had been off in the distance, and nearly unaudioble.
[Hal leaves the Doucette Residence.]
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Post by Caliber on May 18, 2011 23:09:03 GMT -5
Amelia climbed into the chopper and dug around through the armory. She dug through several miscellaneous gun accessories and attachments before finding several suppressors. She attempted to thread a number of them onto her Mp9 before finding one that was the appropriate measurements. She took two of that particular model, threaded one onto her gun, and put the other in her satchel. Before leaving, she retrieved the portable radio from Hal and hopped out. As the bird rose into the sky, Amelia walked back to the house. She entered, returning to Katy, Allison, and Richard.
"Alright," she began, approaching the group and holding up her new radio. "Hal gave me a radio which we can contact him at and I found a suppressor for my gun. I'm assuming it'll be awhile before he gets back, so we have until then to prepare."
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Post by Winters on May 18, 2011 23:39:32 GMT -5
"So theres not much rush? Good, I cant handle being rushed for a mission... Gives us time for Allison her to hear up, and us to maybe her a bite to eat in. Whatya say?" Without even waiting for a response from the girls, Richard moved into the kitchen to fix up some breakfast for them. God knows how long its been since they had eggs, and with the live chickens in the cellar, they could really have as much as theyed like. Turning on the frier, Richard lay a pan on top, and than got out a small box of eggs. As the pan heat up, he cracked out eight of them into the deep pan, frying them all at the same time. Standing aside, he opened up the fridge, and took out four bottles of water, and then a bottle of whiskey for himself.
Setting everything at the table, plates and all, Richard heard the dinger on the stove go off. As he carved out four pieces of omlet, including his own, he scooped them onto plates, and tossed the cleanup in the sink. After sitting down at the table himself, Richard unscrewed the cap of the whiskey bottle, and then took a small swig before calling into the living room. "Whenever your hungry... Yeah, yeah..."
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Post by Caliber on May 24, 2011 22:07:22 GMT -5
Once their conversation came to it's end, Allison made her way back to the living room sofa and plopped down onto a cushion, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Amelia and Katy followed, doing the same. Amelia dug through her satchel, reorganizing it, while Katy admired some of her gear. This continued for several relaxing minutes until Richard called back out into the living room, letting everyone know that breakfast was ready.
"Alriiiiight," Amelia blurted aloud, standing up and rubbing her palms together eagerly. "I'm starving."
Allison and Katy got up as well, slightly less enthusiastic. "I could eat," Allison said, shrugging.
Amelia and Katy walked into the kitchen, Allison following behind with a slight limp. They were surprised to see bright yellow-orange omelettes on every plate. Everyone sat down, excitedly, taking the first couple of bites.
"Wow, real eggs?" Allison asked Richard. "Where'd you get these? I haven't had real, non-supplement, good, plain-ol' perishable eggs since before the outbreak."
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Post by Winters on May 24, 2011 22:51:02 GMT -5
"Chickens in the cellar, just enough for some eggs every now and again. Got a few crops, too, but none are setup yet. Might go about doing that next week, actually, not that its mentioned. You ladies are free to come here when you feel like, ya hear? Take your friends, too, theyre always welcome. Dont know how my son would feel about it, though, if he ever did come around again..." Richard exclaimed. He was always willing to open up to other people, its just in his nature. Probably what set him so far apart from his son, the whole like father like son thing doesnt work with them. Or so youd notice. At this time, Richard had felt a sadness in him, wondering when his son would return to him. Hes left since the outbreak started, and never since came back.
Holding up a photograph pulled from the kitchen shelf, Richard lay it down on the table, for whoever might be interested. It was an older photograph, back when he was twenty five. But not much has changed, hes still young at heart. "...That is, my son, Joey. He left here one night in the outbreak, and never came back. Ive always felt like going into the city to find him, but just couldnt work up the courage to do it. We werent ever that close, least I didnt think so..." Taking as mouthful of eggs, Richard tried to make it seem like he hadnt been too effect by it. But at this point, it was fairly easy to tell that something was on his mind now.
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