Lucrecia Keane
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Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Mar 8, 2011 8:49:16 GMT -5
It seemed as if the rain was endless, reflecting the tears that couldnt be shed by the dead. The corpses that were steadily building up within this ship. Perhaps the rain was not only the tears of the deceased but the tears of those who were unable to shed them any longer, like the good captain who with every fiber of his being wanted her dead. She was well aware of what had taken place, what was taken place, and depending on her actions what would happen next. Though impulsive with the face of a monster, deep down she was still a woman. Oh what burdens and weights must she bare in order to strengthen her outter shell. As her Lord handled his buisness, as well as covering for her let down, those blue hues would only leave his frame for a moment. Quickly scanning over the teams and helicopters. Everything had to be accounted for and correct.
It was cold, not only the weather, but the atmosphere she found herself in. At this point there was more than just a layer of water coating her body, her hair clinging to every turn and crease that was with in reach. She knew her words were not wanted, or needed but still she decided to speak. Looking up to Dodson with emotionless eyes, "They say when you kill a person, you take in their soul. If it was her, she wouldnt want anyone to live within the body of killer. "If it eases your pain even just a bit, dont think of her as dead but still thriving on. Now gentlemen" Too much personal problems were comming to the table. With so much room for error, everthing needed to cease here and now. " We have a job to do. Squad leaders need to do a roll call. I havnt heard from delta. Their last check in was in freeing the infected 5 minutes ago." The hum of engines starting up caught her attention. It wasnt long before she had a few helicopters in view raising off the deck and moving to predeterminded locations. Good everything was being set in motion.
Pulling on her drenched jacket to adjust how it was falling over her frame, she'd take a few steps towards Xavier. "My lord?" She'd wait for even the slightest twitch that'd indicate his attention. "Based on the previous reports, in about 3 minutes we should have a breach by the doors. The infected will take the deck with the majority of our teams in the air. We are also missing a team that previously went down to open a few of the cargo holds, however; I do have a video stream here. Before we got the ball rolling I linked up the video feed with my PDA so you could keep tabs on what would be happening if you choosed to. Finally the other tanker will colide in 2 minutes. So we have a short interval before the impact keeps us from getting up, as well as a bit after to leave the deck before the infected bypass the barrier. Not accounting for the infected that have already taken over the other tanker. She extended her hand to give him the PDA, a voice catching her off guard. Her gazed fell on the Russian man that now stood saluted to her master. A low growl emitting itself from her throat. "If you want orders, go down to the bottom floor and search for delta team. Bring them back up when you find them" she basically hissed at the man when she spoke to him. in her eyes he wasnt needed, but perhaps if he could locate their missing 'children' he'd have some sort of worth.
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Post by soldier on Mar 8, 2011 19:39:20 GMT -5
Again, Another arrogent soldier was met by Hypatia. UWD was real assh-les to him and his men. He gleared at her. "Yes, Ma'am!!" He said in an emmitting annoyed anger but also pride. He turned his back away from them and got on the radio. "Get the team out of their bunks. We finally got work" He said over the radio. Two Minutes. He didn't care if he had enough time off or not. "We're going to the Cargo holds to pull their Delta Team out" He turn to the lady. "I'll be expecting an Evac chopper ready when I make the call off the ship."
The Strike Team Assembled a little over a minute. The ship was close to Coliding. Hypatia walked over to the men. "We're splitting into Fours. Bravo and Charlie will take the hall ways, since thats the only bypass there is. I want anything that moves, clean shot to the head. You know the drill. Alpha, Is on me, check you're corners and check you're fire as well. Clear?" They all looked good, unnerved. "Good, Lets move" As they walked in the dead could heard about the room. They press on through the hall of the cargo. Keeping a sharp eye on there surroundings.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Mar 9, 2011 1:39:35 GMT -5
Jonathan ‘Ares’ Dodson removed his helmet and then proceeded to peal off his balaclava. He looked to the skies, allowing himself to embrace the wet misery that derived from heaven, hoping that it would provide him some level of comfort. It was all in vain. The Soldier of Umbrella looked away. Far from where they stood, across the rampaging sea, slowly crept another vessel. It was clearly on the course for a collision. No doubt that the Lord of White Umbrella had planned this. Betrayal, random acts of violence, death, victory and honor… it was always the same. "They say when you kill a person, you take in their soul.” The rain did nothing to dampen the sorrow upon his battle scared face. It did nothing to mask the simmering rage that hid just beneath the surface. His eyes looked as if they were going to pierce the soul of whoever had made such a statement. It was such a ludicrous, if not goddamn dear awful thing to say. Dodson gave pause when he realized it came from Lucrecia. “What-I…” He half expected it. Umbrella always knew how to pick its best employees. The arrival of several Neo Umbrella Personnel prevented the Staff Sergeant from finishing any sort of retort to Xavier’s insane ‘assistant’. Instead he quickly tossed his mask to the side and reequipped his ballistic headgear. Instantly, the Umbrella Black Operations fireteam that was tasked with Shiro’s security came ‘online’. Since of its members had suffered a ‘friendly fire’ accident, there were only three soldiers left. Yet the soldiers of White Division were well trained. It was a simple matter of strategy of maneuver. There were three helicopters left on board. One was likely reserved for the ‘Baron’. The other had belonged to the Private Military Contractor lady. Xavier’s ride was his concern. Without it, he, including his team, and the rest of the Division would not be able to exit the floating death trap they were upon. He rallied the men, and ordered them to spread out. One clambered upon Baron’s helicopter to provide sniper support. Another became prone nearby a shipping container with a squad automatic weapon. The Staff Sergeant himself pulled a titanium plated ballistic shield from his deceased comrade, and readied himself. They were prepared to fire first. The Neo Umbrella Soldiers would have never known what hit them. Then Xavier stepped in and waved the fireteam down. <*> Always the gentlemen, Xavier shouldered his armament and made his way towards the approaching soldiers from his sister corporation. He had stepped towards them. His combat boots harshly echoed upon the ship’s deck. The Dark Wolf even held out his arms as if offering a friendly hug. Yet he held a sly smirk. The smirk of a man that was utterly confident in what he was about to do. “Comrade Hypatia. You have been an honored guest. It nearly pains me to bid good bye. But for Umbrella’s sake, it must be done.” The Canine of War turned towards his men, motioning them in the process. Perhaps the soldiers of the Neo Umbrella Corporation might have thought that a helicopter was being prepared for them. Lucrecia Keane came up to Xavier offering a high-powered PDA. He gladly took it and reviewed it in midst of the coming bullet storm. She offered him a report too. Despite her previous actions, this mildly pleased him. Amongst his legion of ruthless killers, it was not skill that he prized, it was professionalism. Xavier brushed a strand of hair off his little sister’s cheek and whispered something. He then allowed his lovely assistant to give the Neo Umbrella members a new assignment. Well, at least for a little bit. Their strike team had been interested in doing the Wolf’s bidding. It was unfortunate that his bidding was also their demise. With new orders, the N.U.C. soldiers had assembled. It was then when Xavier raised right hand skywards. Like the Roman Emperors of antiquity within a gladiatorial arena he gestured his disfavor. Thumbs down, it signaled to the U.B.O. troops that their guests had to die. Now. <*> Dodson’s weapon came online. Even before he could see his intended targets through its iron sights, the Dark Wolf had already been upon them. Xavier unhooked his G36 assault rifle from its tactical sling, slapping open its folding stock in the process. In one single motion the Canine of War had unsheathed a Kalashnikov model of 74 bayonet, mounted it, and stabbed one of Neo Umbrella’s soldiers. He had aimed for the man’s thighs, bringing the enemy to his knees. The Staff Sergeant had wanted to shoot the man out of mercy, but his mere contemplation allowed the Wolf to retract his blade. Shiro then stabbed the man in the head, going beneath his mask through his throat. The weapon was in his brain before he could put together what had happened. Xavier then proceeded to discard his enemy like some unwanted doll. “I’m sorry for this brother. This is for Umbrella’s sake.” One of the Division’s soldiers chucked a flash bang. It was a good idea, and was one of the reasons everyone had a gasmask. Well, almost everyone. The MICH helmet, much like the PASGT helmet of last generation had been designed to deal with the noise. Bright explosions which disoriented the eyes were another matter. He looked away for a second as the grenade exploded, then refocused himself forward when it was possible. It was then that Dodson brought up his shield and began firing with his handgun. The bullets from his Five-Seven pistol made short work of whatever body armor they had on. That combined with the fact that they were being shot from behind only served to amplify his effectiveness. His shots were only supplemented by rounds coming from the squad automatic weapon, which literally mowed down the battlefield. Stragglers were further harassed by the sound of a .50 caliber anti-material rifle that one of his snipers had been firing. By the time his tenth bullet casing had hit the blood splattered deck, the Neo Umbrella Corporation Soldiers were reeling from decimation. Yet he noticed Xavier reloading the magazine of his assault rifle without a care for cover. That man loved theatrics a bit too much, even in the middle of a battle. Eccentric and charismatic… it was the sign of a truly magnificent bastard. Despite himself, Dodson could not simply watch idly by with Xavier in danger. The Division was after all, nothing without its commander. Dodson took his shield, and moved to cover Xavier. Umbrella Black Operations moved to support him.
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Post by soldier on Mar 9, 2011 9:21:44 GMT -5
Austin couldn't Speak. Hypatia's mouth was over it, he had a bad feeling to begin with from the start off the mission. "Wanna live?" He asked. He shook his head. "I'd shut up and listen. Its just us. These guys know what they're doing, but there commander thinks himself as a got for standing in the middle of a gun fight." He let go of his hand off of Austins mouth. The Soldier looked back at him. He looked at him confused.
"How are we getting off this ship?" He asked him.
Hypatia Ignored him.
"We're not?" He excalme.
Hypatia looked around. He could see shadows of them moving about. One thing for sure, they had to be well train but would they expect anything to happen. "yeblya petuh prisoski, they got the bastard covered with a shield...Get you're Supressor ready." He whispered to Austin. He fumbled with his TacGear and quietly as well for Hypatia. They got it equipped, he also had asked for the NVGs to be used. They got it attached to there eye. Hypatia looked around the corner and say they were moving. "Aim for the lights, they're only got Tac lights on their weapons. We do that and we get to moving around them."
Austin looked at him. "What do you mean move around them?" "Shut up and shoot the damn lights and follow my lead." The both turn the opposette side of the hall and shot the lights. Shadows disappeared and confusion arised from the OpFor. If Hypatia wouldn't have NVGs they hall way would be pitch black.
Hypatia pointed at Austins HE Grenade. "Let me see that" He asked He handed the HE grenade. First He tossed one of his Smoke grenades then he pulled the pin for the HE and cooked it for three seconds then tossed it in UWD's Direction. "Lets move" He said. Not only did he leave White Dividsion Soldiers in the dark but by the time they get they're Tac Lights on it be all in smoke then Ka-boom. It was proven in battle for those who thought themself 'well trained' Hypatia devolped it himself back in Spetsnaz.
Exsplosion was heard and Left the hall in flames. Others screamed, the smell of burning fabric and flesh emitted the room. Others just groan and moan. He didn't have time to check. They had to get around. They ran down the hall into the cargo, continuing to shoot the lights out and making it pitch black. Austin shook Hypatia's shoulder and pointed at the exsit. They took it and started to take the hallway down. Austin had stopped, and went back to the door, pulling Tack and AVM (Anti Vehical Mine) On the other side of the door were it would be hit, then he torn the a pieace of of his sleeve. Hypatia and looked at him. He had the right idea. "Come On, the ladder is just ahead" Austin started to catch up to Hypatia.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 9, 2011 10:08:15 GMT -5
Once the master and commander had deviated his attention from the steal Alessa proceeded to board her chopper, watching as Shiro met the N.U.C. Captain in a faux-camaraderie, "Go ahead and take us up. This place will become a blood bath shortly."
Stirring the air around its pad, altitude increased as the helicopter rose into the sky. Running lights of the kamikaze rig were now closer than ever marking the destruction of Rome. For the leader of White Umbrella to back stab the ignorant soldiers along with his personal guard on borrowed time seemed suicidal at best. Without any argument, a massacre began.
Atmosphere of the night had started to become stale with tortured souls, "Move over to where the rest of the fleet are," Alessa's interest in the game of life beneath of her feet had closed. She were now under Shiro's command, and from what the Suisse girl could tell, she were no longer required aboard Rome or anywhere within 1000 metres from it for that matter.
White luminescent light filled the dark passenger bay. Still dripping wet from the downpour, Alessa began preparing assets for reassignment. She did it with malcontent written all over her face, disgusted in herself. Shiro had called it business, it was the first moment after meeting him Alessa had noticed proper pokerface professionalism in all his charisma and theatrics, true definition of his motivation permanently inscribed.
Either way, the Suisse girl didn't think any less of him, but, "Why the hell did he have to point that damn thing at me," Alessa's hand slapped the notepad shut violently, gritting her teeth in post trauma. A clang resonated as the laptop was then tossed to her feet. Burying her head in her hands.
Under the white umbrella, business were a way of life. Emotions would not have any common place, therefore they were not welcome. As the Suisse girl pulled away her mask the misery in her features had vanished leaving only stoicism and oblivion resident to her eyes.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Mar 9, 2011 18:28:11 GMT -5
The Executive of White Umbrella had offered them a merciful death. Well, as relatively merciful as the devious Wolf could have mustered. The alternative to those that that were selected for ‘termination’ by the Division usually entailed death by incineration. Preferably while alive. It was one those things that his colleagues had so enjoyed… especially that of a certain Mister Kennedy. Xavier hoped he was alive. Maniac or not, he was still like kin. The Dark Wolf nearly laughed at that idea, all the while firing a controlled burst from his automatic rifle. It missed the Neo Umbrella Soldier by a thread’s spacing. Such was the calmness of Xavier, that he was able to both amuse himself while at the same time provide covering fire to his men.
One of the N.U.C. soldiers had even tried to charge the Executive with a knife in a desperate last attempt in counter attacking. Xavier simply yanked Dodson’s shield from him and bashed the foolish man aside. He went overboard by the time the Staff Sergeant got his shield back.
It was a noble attempt at retaliation. Xavier will commend their bravery and honor. He may even give their names a place amongst the many dead who dared oppose him. But if it was a fight they had wanted, by defying his will. So be it. The Executive of the Division loved battle. It brought out the best in him. Taking up cover besides his Staff Sergeant’s shield, the Canine of War relayed to the fireteam to advance with them. Several rounds graced the titanium plated ballistic shield. It seemed that one of the enemies had equipped a suppressor. Why this was done in combat was still unknown to him. Several shots had ricocheted off the shield, bouncing harmless off into the damp wet night. The U.B.O. fireteam advanced as one, pushing the N.U.C. troops, whatever small faction of survivors that had survived the initial onslaught back into the ship.
Driven by the need for blood, the fireteam, Xavier’s personal praetorian guards one could say, began advancing into the ROME after them. The team had stacked up on Dodson whom led the assault. Xavier would fire occasionally above him as he crotched in a high-low firing position. This served to suppress the enemy, while the squad automatic weapon gunned them down. At their rear-guard had been a sniper. A dedicated one at that too. He was an ex-Airman with the U.S.A.F. and a medic as well.
The N.U.C. troops had deployed a smoke grenade. The Dark Wolf found it mildly ironic that for once in his many years of constant battle, that he did not have a gasmask. Raising an arm to his face, he blocked the inhale of smoke, while covering his eyes from its devastating effects. Nevertheless, the man was a veteran. He could feel the tide of battle. Even without his sight, he allowed himself to shoot his gun towards the enemy. They would fire in the same general direction. The Staff Sergeant was blinded too. It would have been a tactical blunder, if not for their other comrades. At last there was a reason why they had their S-10 modified gasmasks. Infrared goggles were switched on. Lights were shot out. Yet the battle continued.
A high explosive grenade had been thrown. The U.B.O. gunman that wielded a squad support weapon had intercepted it with a kick. Murphy’s Law unfortunately was in always in full effect. And such an effect it was! Despite being momentarily tossed back, the grenade had been cocked. Its explosion rocked the corridor and threw the Black Operations fireteam to the floor. The squad automatic gunner had it the worst. He literally flew from the N.U.C. explosive.
“MEDIC!” screamed the Wolf.
Despite the smell of fire and burning flesh, the Dark Wolf yelled for support. He picked up the Squad Automatic Weapon which was a G36 equipped with an ammo drum and continued to fire after them. The fireteam’s dedicated sniper put aside his weapon and began to check on the wounded Division soldier. He was already in shock. The wounded man began to scream and wail. The former SAW gunner was missing his left leg. A tourniquet was applied, followed by the administration of morphine. It was thankful that the sniper whom was seeing to his wounds was an Airman also trained as a battlefield apothecary. Dodson raised his shield to provide cover all in the meanwhile.
“The f**k are they going?” The Staff Sergeant had managed, despite the shock of an explosive being used in such closed quarters.
“To their deaths apparently…. this is the only entrance to the helicopters. And the ship is now swarming with zombies.” Xavier responded. He then got up. It seemed as the Dark Wolf had wanted to advance after them, despite their losses. Even though they were Division soldiers, a mauled fireteam was no match for both the undead as well as a surviving enemy force.
“You’re kidding.” The ex-Marine breathed.
Xavier walked up to the main and only entrance to the innards of the ROME and got to one knee. There was a circular object placed on its entrance hatch. It seemed like an AT (Anti-Tank) mine. This was the closest thing to an Anti Vehicle Mine. On closer inspection, the Wolf made it out to be a TM-46. It made sense. One of his enemies was a Russian after all. But Xavier didn’t care for Russian arms. He considered Slavic weapons to be of mediocre make at best. Anti-Tank mines were designed to be triggered by vehicles. Unless he was going to somehow drive a small vehicle into the ship, the Umbrella Executive was not going to activate the weapon’s fuse. It should have been an anti-personnel mine instead. Xavier also noted that this device did have a secondary fuse. But no anti-handling device had been installed. Without a care in the world, the Wolf picked it up and casually waltzed back out to the deck of the ROME to dispose of the explosive by simply tossing it overboard.
Shiro then returned to his fellow compatriots in carrying out the wounded soldier.
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Lucrecia Keane
Alive
Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Mar 9, 2011 19:37:04 GMT -5
The moment the bullets started flying she quickly slipped off her jacket. Any unnecessary fabric would get her seen if not caught on something. Taking off seeming away from the conflict, she abused the weather conditions to move in to a flanking position. As well trained to speak in unison and walk in unison, the confusion that was taking place definitely brought out the true colors. Keeping herself to the railing and slithering around Cargo boxes left atop from the recent transport her knife would find its way through many body parts, the heavy rain washing away any wine colored liquids that found itself upon her body. Her favorite spot to go after on men panicking with a gun was the artery on the inners of the arm, and conveniently since most of them were right handed it provided easy access. Aside from orders she had no interest in going gun-ho and completely wiping out their ranks. In fact there'd be no fun in that. Keeping to taking out random stragglers trying to play assassin, it wasn't long before she had their leaders in her sights. What a smart little mouse. Positioning her body close to the floor near a corpse, her hair blending in with the blood that was leaking out of that poor soul she'd watch his movements. What side he favored. Where he looked first before moving. His reaction time. She couldn't help but let her tongue roll over those plump lips of hers. Was he an idiot? With the lights out she finally completely blended in to her surroundings. The poor bastard made it easier for her to kill them, but instead she decided to be a good cat and wait. She wasn't quite sure what they they were doing while her eyes were adjusting to the sudden change in light. Then an explosion went off. She could feel the impact through the gust that blew past her. Yep he was an idiot. Fleeing away from his only escape toward infected as well as causing an explosion on the deck. What if the explosion hit the only helicopter he could use to get out. A smile washed itself in to her lustful expression as she quickly and silently brought the radio to her mouth.
"The tanker coming toward us, someone set fire to the deck. When it hits I want this place to feel like hell. Also move the birds back, your too close and would be in infected range. I don't want any of you wasting ammo up there you here me? Unless Lord Xavier is in danger save it, we can use the weapons later" No other orders were needed seeing as her lord already had people tending to the wounded. Quite a quick responder he was. Pushing herself from the cold metal she'd slowly come to a stand and walk out from cover toward their men. With all that went down she completely lost track of time, then it dawned on her. She turned on her heels quickly, in time to see the second tanker collide with the ROME. The force pushing her off balance and back off her feet, her back hitting the floor and the radio flying from her hand off to some dark corner of the deck. In the second it took all her nerves to be overloaded with the feeling of pain, she exhaled a loud but raspy scream. Her right hand quickly moving to her shoulder as she rolled over revealing a combat knife just off of her shoulder blade, but only the handle being exposed. She bit her lip to try and keep the scream quite, blood down rolling down her chin. Quickly grabbing the handle with a shaking hand she'd rip it out of her back before her body hesitated, the wound getting bigger and more muscle being cut from the angle she took the blade out of. Another scream escaping her being that couldn't be masked. Huffing with shaken breaths she pushed herself backward a bit in an attempt to ease the pain, her body pushing in to a corpse. The blade that wounded her so probably belonged to that bastard.
The sounds of something heavy hitting metal caught her attention. Thats right, there was no time to dwell on pain, looking up she rolled over in time to avoid acid belonging to a web spinner that just moved from the crashed tanker to the deck. Lacing her fingers over the remaining arm of the rapidly decomposing corpse, she yanked away its gun and fired at the web spinner until nothing but the sounds of clicking filled the air around her. Before she'd have to deal with anything else of the sort Lucrecia forced her body to a stand. It felt so heavy, she must be loosing a lot of blood. None the less she pushed herself to the ranks of UWD. A difficult task with color fading from her complexion, her steps getting heavier and heavier as she took them and her vision blurring a little. Once she was close enough she'd take a deep breath in " Infected to the left, keep them off Lord Shiro", she yelled as loud as her state would allow her before her knees and non-wounded hand hit the metal below her, propping her weakened body up.
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Post by soldier on Mar 10, 2011 0:44:51 GMT -5
"Why the hell would they wipe us out?" Hypatia asked in annoyed voice. This was a set up all along. It was a damn war with the same company.
"They don't care, remember? What the-" Before Austain could finnish his sentance, the rig shook violently almost throwing Hypatia and Austin to there deaths. But Hypatia wasn't that kind of man to give up. Austin held on tight as they both continued up the ladder. "What's you're plan?"
Hypatia looked up to see how much further they had to climb. "We make our own luck. They're Evacing the ROME, so the chopper is out the question. So is going around them. We took a few of Lord Xavier as we could, we'll do the same unitl the is at its point. We need a grapeling gun....,"
"I have one ready, in my bag, but how do we get off the ROME?" "Let me worry about that."
They got to the top and looked, due to the time UWD had to change ships, The couldn't seal exsits off. It was another thing that UWD lack the skill on. There was foot steps Sounded like maybe five foot mobils. Hypatia got his pocket saw out and looked at Austin. He gave him a hand signal. He mimick a person with his fingers then both hands he made a fist pulling toward him. He pointed at Austin, Held his hands flat out like he held a rifle the moved it forward. He nodded and got his rifle ready. As the men passed, It didn't look like the ones back in the cargo. The last man came to view and Hypatia launched himself on him, wrapping the pocket saw around her throat. Austin followed it up in front of them and wasted the remaining UWD Soldiers with sound of clatclatclatclatclat! from the supressor.
The women wailed her arms around. "Shhhh...god is waiting for you child...that man of a commander won't harm you like the rest of your compatriots..." She stopped flairing then came the lifeless motion. He looked at Austin who was gathing supplies from them. Hypatia did the same thing. Austin came over to him. "It looks like they're burning the ship" he told him.
"Let them idiots burn the ship down to the ocean. If they really think this is going to stop me from killing xavier. They're dead wrong. What was the saying?...They say when you kill a person, you take in their soul." Hypatia looked into Austins eye's with sadistc thoughts running through his eyes.
"You can't kill a person who lost their soul a long time ago." He got up and walked the other direction they were just coming from. "Lets go"
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Post by NathanFrost on Mar 11, 2011 14:56:29 GMT -5
His decryption of the code didnt take very long, it was a simple sypher in relative terms once you had the key. The first few numbers were references to chapters, paragraph numbers and sentences then letters into the certain sentence. From there you just leap frogged around the book until you had the entire thing decoded, which took him roughly ten minutes to accomplish. A deep frown etched into his face as he stared at the decoded message, confusion fresh on his face as well as his own suspicions igniting with a paranoid mind brought on from years serving as a spook. Turning his attention from his small notepad he noticed for the first time, the helicopter he was in wasnt going anywhere. Rather after flying out roughly five hundred yards it was parked in a hovering manuever roughly seventy feet above sea level. Feeling uneasy he re-read the message once again before turning on his radio mike to speak with the pilots. "I take it Lord Shiro gave you specific orders, or are you just site seeing here?" His tone was annoyed, he didnt like being played, no matter who was doing the games. The co-pilot turns in his seat and gives him a smile while bringing up his left hand in which rests a standard issue Berreta 9mm aimed in his direction. "Just relax Sir, no need for heroics or idiocy. Our orders are to wait here in a holding pattern for further orders." The mans tone is flippant, arrogant and immediately sets the old veteran on edge. Leaning back, his hands very slowly tightening on the netbook still resting on his lap while his mind began calculating odds and chances and his options. Unbidden the message he decoded comes to light with a flash of lightning from the surrounding storm, brightening him in a moment of clarity. The message read thus: "How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!...... Remember the Russian 'Job' ". His thoughts drift back through the years to a time, just before the New York incident, to a job he did for The Baron, on Shiro's orders. His apprehension drains and he slowly folds the netbook closed stowing it back into his pack to wait in patience. Soon the radio crackles with a new order and the helicopter turns back the direction from whence it came on a return voyage to the ship. Knowing there was more then likely some apes*** scenario awaiting him, he pulled on his mask with its red lenses, and waits with a growing sense of exhileration. The helicopter wouldnt land, it was far too late for that, rather it would swing into a hovering pattern directly over the main entrance into the ROME and the pilot would turn to him giving him the signal to fast rope down, pointing at the coil of cable resting at the ready near the cargo door. Swinging open the door and kicking the cable down, he'd grab hold, glad he remembered to wear his leather gloves, hook the cable with one ankle and began to fast rope down into the hell hole awaiting him. Ten feet from the surface of the deck the cable was detached so he fell landing in an awkward crouch bringing his rifle up scanning for enemies but finding only the retreating back of Shiro, his sights resting firmly between the mans shoulders.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Mar 14, 2011 18:15:06 GMT -5
“Fall back and regroup.” The Dark Wolf commanded. By now he had switched weapons with Dodson. One could not perform the squad support role, while attempting to move an injured soldier. His sniper had volunteered to do the task, but Xavier turned him down. It was better that the anti-material rifle he wielded be used in laying waste to the enemy. Thus did the Dark Wolf abandoned Sergei’s last gift, and used his own beloved greatcoat as a makeshift stretcher to drag one of his own towards cover. More of the betrayed were attempting to leave. They were from the so-called Atlantis Division, based in North America. A wind of madness be felled them. Caught in the midst of the rising undead, they frantically attempted to escape. Not knowing the extent of the betrayal, the survivors rushed towards the White Umbrella troops with the hope for assistance. No such a thing could have been given. Another firefight quickly ensured. Xavier opened fire alongside his comrades. One hand was gripped around the Belgium-made FN Five-Seven, while the other pulled at a coat, which upon laid his comrade that was missing a leg. He had dragged the wounded man under a twilight sky. The sound of bullets hammering against distant enemies was the only echo that broke the ceaseless dripping of rain. Xavier performed a tactical withdraw with the Black Operations fireteam. His Staff Sergeant fanned out with the sniper, providing covering support against both the advancing tide of Bio-Organic Weapons, as well as the occasional human foe. The team stuck to the helicopters in wedged formation, establishing a wide kill zone with their backs against the helicopters which were already at the ledge of ROME. A helicopter had swung above them. It maintained a hovering pattern. One might have thought it to be reinforcements. Xavier would be disappointed, if his men had disobeyed a direct order to leave. There was no need to put more of his soldiers in danger. His comrades in arms were a resource, not to be squandered. Dark Wolf was only merely cleaning up a small, minor mess. A single soldier had fast roped down. It was mildly odd, until Xavier realized it was Frost. The man landed behind Xavier with a raised rifle. Still dragging the casualty, he turned towards the newcomer to signal him to give the Dark Wolf a helping hand. “Pleasure to have you with us Nathaniel” it was all he could muster in the middle of combat. Pleasantries, no matter how sophisticated a villain Xavier was, would have to wait. He heard the automated warning horns. There were lights. One could even hear the shifting of water as it approached. The PDA that Keane had provided him beeped a message. This was all related to the impending collision. Xavier didn’t have to feel it in his bones. No additional order to prepare for a cataclysmic impact was given however. There would be no point. Better that the Dark Wolf and his comrades continued their slaughter. <*> It felt like the sky had come crashing down. The force of impact had been tremendous. Dodson felled to his knees. His comrades did likewise. Only did Xavier remain relatively on his feet, as he struggled to bring a wounded colleague to safety. Like the hammer of some angry god, the scuttled research ship packed with infected creatures had struck the portside of ROME. Baron’s personal helicopter had literally skidded off the deck due to the collision. It was a truly fearsome spectacle. The ship was now slanted to one side, and now rapidly sinking. To add to the situation was the fire which may or may not spread further from the research rig. He used the MG36 as a clutch to get to his feet. It was but a momentary weakness. The Staff Sergeant motioned the designated Marksman to disengage. They were closing in on the NH-90. At this point it was the last helicopter aboard the ROME. If the Baron did not make it to them soon, he would be on his own. Dodson shrugged inwardly. It was an acceptable lost. He didn’t understand how Xavier could have dealt with him, and for so long as well. The Marksman shouldered his arms and made his way towards the medium transport helicopter. A hatch was opened, and he quickly got in. If they were going to deal with both infected creatures, and hostile human beings, overwhelming firepower is necessary. The Marksman was a former Airman. Dodson remembered how he loved the door gun. The ROME was under lockdown. Its main entrance from inside the ship to the helipad was secured. There were however, several hatches where escape in theory was possible. However they were all located far from where the helipad was. Some of these hatches were intentionally left opened so that trapped Division personnel had a back door exit. It was also to funnel to less desirable survivors into a kill zone to be mowed down. Two Neo Umbrella Corp personnel had appeared right behind a retreating Umbrella Security Services soldier. She must have been with Delta. Before Dodson could have brought the squad automatic weapon up, the woman died. Cut down by the N.U.C. survivors. The Staff Sergeant barely caught the scream in his throat. Damn it. He motioned the Marksman. “Two targets, one o’ clock, two hundred meters, mow them down!” It was time to finish this fight. A flood of fire erupted from the door gun. From its distinct blast, the Staff Sergeant made it out to be a twin mounted M60. Several infected creatures simply exploded into a shower of blood. The Neo Umbrella soldiers were going to be instantly pinned. <*> “Infected to the left, keep them off Lord Shiro!” If only they had the men to spare. She screamed weakly while propped against the metal floor. Traces of crimson had been brushed upon her clothing. Colour was leaving Lucrecia Keane’s face. His little sister was hurt. After securing his fallen comrade, the Executive of White Umbrella rushed to her side. An infected creature had been upon her. She was but mere moments from its decaying grasp. Xavier shot the thing twice in the chest and once in its face. It unceremoniously died before having had hit the deck. The smoking FN Five-Seven had been cocked back. Its slides braced against its rear. The weapon was out. He had left the assault rifle with former SAW gunner. In retrospect it was a bad decision. He was now emptied. The Dark Wolf would have tossed the pistol away. Umbrella White Division’s wealth was vast. Equipment could be disregarded and discarded without question. Xavier did not care much. But it wasn’t his handgun. It would be rude to throw away Dodson’s weapon. Hastily, he instead secured the Five-Seven. His shattered Black Operations fireteam was currently divided. It seemed that the Staff Sergeant and the Marksman were busy once more with survivors from the Neo Umbrella Corporation. Xavier himself was busy with the incoming Bio-Organic Weapons. It might have been prudent to simply leave and cruise missile the vessel. But such an action lacked drama. A flat finale one could label it. No, the Dark Wolf’s fireteam will continue their little fight, if only a bit more. His excuse would be to wait for the Baron. Seven minutes, seven minutes would be spared for his little fun. Then this little game had to end, and the vessel be sunk down to a watery grave. Shiro wrapped an arm around Lucrecia. Pressure was then applied to her wound. He picked her up, dragging her in the process. He felt her back against the tactical gear strapped to his chest. Xavier’s other hand then joined the one where she held a pistol. A Sig Pro pistol was in her hands. The Dark Wolf lifted his assistance’s arm, and slid his finger onto its trigger as she held the weapon. “Hang in there.” He whispered into her ear. Xavier lifted the weapon. Lucrecia aimed. Shots were fired. The casual observers, these infected things, applauded them with their deaths. Some succumbed to their decayed knees. Others lost their heads to the performance. Yet a few were merely pushed back. Together, they went on a waltz. A waltz of the dead.
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Post by soldier on Mar 15, 2011 0:13:35 GMT -5
The infected closed in on one side a hail of incoming bullets the next. "sh*************************t!!!!!" Austin yelled. Hypatia new he wasn't going to feel the pain, it gave him more of a reason to show what real damned of a monster he can be. There was a streak of a rocket hit the helio at its tail rotor, bullets curved up against the wall almos hitting the worried soldier. Hypatia looked over and saw smoke from the tail then looked back up. It was Western squardron Umbrella. They both looked up at the women. "Captain is expecting all betrayed members to the Bridge, NOW!" She thrown an escape ladder to them. Hypatia slammed Austin to the wall. "I suggest you get you're f--king act right, American, get busy living or get busy dying, move you dog!" He went up the ladder and as he held off the walking dead. "Get some more rockets for the next one to come around!" She shouted to whoever was with her.
"Sir, White Dividsion hadn't left the ship yet." Clark Bedding told there Captain, Kellur. "Well good, this thing of beaty isn't going to last long. Unit Bravo, what is you're current status?" There was a long pause of communitcation."We're still pin down by UWDs *gun fire* In the hatches, Damnit, Gray, throw a goddamn frag. We can't get any further, we're gonna have to exacute the mission here." Kellur slammed his fist to the control panels. "Very well you're service will be honored" If he couldn't get the exsposives under Xaviers feet, he'll just flood the other end of it. "INCOMING MINIGUN ROUNDS HIT THE DECK!!!" Everyone duct but at least three men were torn up. He saw two NUC soldiers and His best soldier. The three of them walked through. The rest of the crew got up and manned the Sniper fight from the bridge and ran other proities "With a thousand of men and women are getting killed by the dozens Lord Xaviers men and now they wanna take another ship."
Hypatia listen to the Captain. "They lured us in with an emergancy transmission, Sir, something was wrong to begin with it. It won't be long before they do the same. UWD isn't leaving without without Kennady Owens. The Baron. Is there a Reported death on this man yet by your Dividsion?" He looked at one of the Operators. "We've been trying to deal with blow front of the rig under them, so that the ship moved back to it side, but we'll still be sinking. Main point is that they loose the choppers for extraction, we're also trying to Destory his Attack choppers. We have no reports of the Baron dead, either way, they can't stay on this rig for long" "Is there anymore Umbrella fractions?" Austin ask "Red Dividsion, Pacific Region , Western. You're the last" Kellur said.
Hypatia looked at the battle outside. "We need to rally them all to converge on their position," He said. He watched the Captain walk back and forth. "Any BOWs?" He asked again. "We have several hunters, half a dozen lickers. But they're lost already sunked. We do however..." The women who had helped them escape. She looked over at the men and women. "We have UT3.0s we can hack them and get them to be reinforced. They served as las resort incase of sabortination. Upgraded with multi body armor and LRSD-Las Resort Self Destruct. They're water resistant, but not ocean proved. They'll get us as far as we can with their positions."
Hypatia remember the UT models, the 3.0s replaced the older ones and these were replaced by 4.0s and 5.0s. it was better then nothing... He walked over to the PA. "May I?" He asked the captain. He nodded. He pushed it. And began. "
"Lord Xavier. You are a very brave man risking you're men and women to fight along you. But you also a fool to let you're soldier go to waste by your own hand...The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you, Let see what a monster you really are." He let go of the button. He looked at Captain Kellur, Kellur looked at the Operator. "UT3.0s should be ready in less then a minute, sir. we're giving them orders."
Kellur nodded to them. "help us hold them off, we have to destory that chain gun from the front of the bridge and the sniper thats in the air." Austin looked over at the window. UWD were really holding their own. "I'll take care of the sniper...I need a cloaking device." the women gave her pack to him. "Still funtional" He nodded and handed the stuff to Hypatia. He gave a look at him back. "You know what you're getting into?" Austin nodded. They didn't say anything else after that. he watch him walk out and then he looked at the Captain. "Rally them" Kellur nodded as well and got on the PA. "This is Captain Maxwell Kellur, All Umbrella fractions hold you're ground. Press forward on their position"
Hypatia took aim and started shooting back. Killing his men on at a time, and dodging the side gun.
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Post by NathanFrost on Mar 15, 2011 15:41:45 GMT -5
For the smallest moment, he remained in his crouched position rifle aimed firmly at Xavier while his finger tightened fractionally on the trigger. Abruptly lowering the rifle he took two swift steps forward, grabbed hold of the injured man by the scruff of the neck and proceeded to haul him bodily toward safety. The sights, sounds and feel of the chaotic battle around him made his blood run cold, but thats how he liked it. Adrenaline surged through his system, sparking faster reaction time and that distorted perception that things were slowed down so he could process his surroundings faster.
Dropping the wounded man inside a doorway where others were taking refuge, he'd turn lifting his rifle back up into the ready position and head back toward Xavier who was helping some female he didnt know. Muscle memory took over as infected creatures came into sight. His torso twisted slightly, swinging the business end of his FN SCAR Mk.16 in the direction of the most immediate threat, his finger squeezing against the trigger sending out two quick double tap style shots into the creatures face. Not pausing to take pride in his marksmanship he just walked forward briskly, taking several more shots to those infected beings closest to warrant such action until he stood off to Shiro and the womans left providing covering fire.
He could hear the blind panic fire of some and the more controlled fire of true professionals attempting to conserve ammunition. Firing off another round, sending it plunging through the nose of one infected and out the back of its head, damaging the brain stem resulting in the rag doll instant death, he spared a glance at the female Shiro was holding, noticing she was hurt. Turning slightly to present his ALICE pack to Shiro he spoke out in his deep voice, issuing more an order then a suggestion. "Front right pocket, coagulant powder! Same pocket, gauze and tape!" He'd keep his position offering covering fire so the Dark Wolf could either accept his offer for medical supplies or not. Either way he was in position to help out.
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Lucrecia Keane
Alive
Slowly the lights of thy savior shine through these thick weeds of doubt, but can I escape this evil
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Post by Lucrecia Keane on Mar 15, 2011 17:55:43 GMT -5
She couldn't of been sure that her words were even heard, let alone how loud they came out. Her hearing was blockaded by the sounds of gunpowder being fired, bullets meeting metal and flesh as well as the screams of the wounded and the groan before death. Her master had such a well thought out plan and here she was ruining it. The sudden pressure on her wound caused the girl to cry out loudly. At this point she didn't have control enough to mask her screams. It took her a moment and a few raspy huffs to even process that someone was holding her. Was she moving? Those blue orbs moved up a bit so she could see the face of he rescuer. If it we're Dodson, no doubt he'd be thinking of leaving her to the infected and just labeling it as a casualty of war. Pressing her lips together her eyes opened wide at the sight of her master dragging her toward the bulk of their men, his lips moving out words she couldn't hear properly. Great, aside from getting hurt stupidly she was making Lord Shiro carry her sorry carcass to safety.
Pressing her eyes closed and grunting slightly she raised a hand to his arm, using what strength reserves she was saving to push her hand up his arm to his chest where'd she would attempt to push him off, if not nudge him slightly. "Leave me" her speech was slightly weak. Definitely the cause of loss of blood. Forcing a smile to her lips she'd just look to the side away from him, "A few burgers and I'll be ship shape". As long as she had to will she would definitely push her body past its limits, for better or worst. In this case worst being the most likely. Shifting her weight slightly she put more pressure on her feet in attempts to take some of her weight off her master and make it easier and quicker to get her aside where she wouldn't burden him any longer, the familiar figure of Frost, the soldier she brought to Xavier earlier taking their side. Why was he here? Questions had to be answered later.
She began speeding up her breathing, with constant short rapid breaths. She needed to regain control over her body before their faithful bullets ran out. All she needed right now was time to find a distraction to keep her mind off the pain and regain her reaction skills as well as her ability to move freely. " I wont be down for long I promise.. I'll help in just a moment". She managed to get out though her form of hyperventilating. Her voice shaken from the sudden increase of oxygen in her body, as well as the blood flow picking up to make up for the lack in blood to transport said oxygen.
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Post by Le Dark Wolf on Mar 17, 2011 19:38:54 GMT -5
Several bullet casings had swept towards the White Umbrella Executive and his lovely assistant. He had batted them out of the way. A light growl whispered from his throat. The wind was as fierce as the battle unfolding all about them. Nathaniel Frost provided some measure of cover, his controlled burst an indication of professionalism in comparison to the Neo Umbrella Corporation’s automatic fire. A shambling creature bowed to his superior marksmanship by dropping to its knees, dead. The arrival of Mister Frost was quite invaluable, as the Dark Wolf himself had been busy with a dying waltz.
"Front right pocket, coagulant powder! Same pocket, gauze and tape!"
The Spook had then turned to offer his dear little sister some medical assistance. Xavier took it from his ALICE pack with a silent nod. Having had set Lucrecia lightly onto the wet deck, he then applied the homeostatic styptic powder used to stop the bleeding. Gauze and tape were then used to bandage and secure the wound. The Dark Wolf then dragged her besides a crate nearby. It was the same one that the support gunner had used earlier. He then kneeled next to her to check the wounds. She had muttered a few words here and there. For the most part, it was incoherent. Xavier placed a hand on her cheek, checking for warmth.
She’ll live. He smirked. The Dark Wolf then proceeds to reload her SP2022 SIG SAUER sidearm. It was likely something from her days in the Japanese Ground Self Defence Force. Xavier had placed it next to her, when a stray round graced him on his left cheek. He brushed a white gloved hand across it. Crimson smeared his fingers. Yet another wound. He was a vain man, whom loved aesthetics. Though his beauty was often a façade for darker intentions, the Umbrella Executive had indeed been obsessed with appearances. More mauls upon his psyche, Xavier instinctively toughed it out. Death had always been on his door steps, love for beauty or not, everything in the end would crumble into the darkness of nothing. What mattered most had and always will be what one performs before the end swept all away. Xavier brushed it off.
Some sort of self-propelled rocket had hit the helicopter that Frost arrived by. Thunderous fire ran their way. Bullets were excreted relentlessly from the Marksman. His Staff Sergeant yelled something in the background. The public address system was going off. Someone was yelling into it, attempting to be as theatrical as the Dark Wolf himself. “And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you! Let see what a monster you re—“Xavier mentally tuned it out. There was enough background noise already. Besides, it was quite hypocritical for monsters to call each other monsters.
Another wind had swept by. This time they were bullets that ricocheted against the crate they hide behind from. “Koneko san, you promised not to be down for long. It’s time to hold your ground. I’ll be right back.” Battle was calling the Dark Wolf to return.
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Post by soldier on Mar 19, 2011 0:32:34 GMT -5
Hypatia ran out of ammo for his AN-94 he slunged it over and grabbed another rifle. "UT 3.0s are now moving up" that computer guy said. Hypatia looked over real quick and saw them running at a full charge guns blazing, eliminating UWDs at the bow. Good, all these idiots need to do is shoot them and blow themselves to hell The UTs had them flanked and even if they did destroy them, They would self destruct. UTs were met to wipe out evidance and them self to cover up there exsistance.
Austin was aiming his rifle in the cold rain...aiming at the sniper with the sentinal beam. He was completely, the stealth cloak was perfect...His aim was steady. He pulled the trigger and shot the sniper in his throat. Blood had splirting all over the Chopper and wouldn't you know, the body landed right infront of that crazy Japanese bastard and his sister. "Hypatia, The sniper is down." there was a long pause. He watched the UTs open fire and flank. One got to be a hero and fell next to one group but then a five seconds later it exploded throwing three of the men off the ship. "Good. Switch positions and get this assh*** on the mini" Austin didn't say anything he simply moved and moved about avoid bullet storms but the mini gun sprayed across the ship tearing his insides out. He laid on the wet floor as a pool of blood started to mix with the water on the floor. The walkers lunged on Austin eating with the remaining dying breath he had...
Hypatia loaded another round in the M4 he looked at captain Kellur. "What you're exist stratagy?" He asked incuriousity. Kellur look at the Russian. "This isn't any" Hypatia looked at the floor then back at the captain. "Good," he grin. "Its going to be a cold death" radio from the near body had been raised. "Charges are in place *gun fire and shouting* Move back!" There was an explosion between UWDs and the Other Umbrella fractions. Rather or not that Xavier realizes his situation sooner or later. Both side were going to be doomed. The mini gun was coming back at the bridge and the Female soldier who had saved him wasn't paying attention. Hypatia yanked her by her collor "Get down!" he shouted as few others had just didn't make it in time. Hyaptia was thrown down by some force.
"The BOWs are making there way to the hallway, Captain!" a soldier had said. Hypatia was laying next her the women. "You ok, soldier?" She nodded then she gasped. "Oh my god, you're hit!" after she said that Hypatia looked at his left. there was sever bullet wounds and a missing pinky. He looked at her then at her belt. He started to undo her belt and pulled it off. "Don't mind me, I'm gonna barrow this" She didn't argue, she got up and strapped the belt around his arm to stop the bleeding. "Medic!!" she shouted. Hypatia used his left. "Damnit sargent, were is you're location!?" there was a long pause. The women pulled his left arm out so the medic could look at it and do his magic.
"Isn't there anyway you can self destruct them damn Umbrella Trashsweepers!?" Kellur shouted. to the computer operator. "The ROME is in bad shape as it is, do you really want to let the 3.0s to go on a killing frenzy, Captain?" "Hurry up, I lost my sence of feeling since i was ten damnit," Hypatia shouted at the medic then turn his attention to the computer operator. "If its killing something, I don't give a crap, english man. We need to get off the ship. Unless you want another battle? I'm fine" "We don't have the man power!" the Female soldier shouted.
As gunfire echoed in the room holding off the Zombies in the hallway and UWDs, who seem to be wanting to die waiting for The Baron. This was frustrating Hypatia alot. "We have f--king UTs, set them to kill mode and lets get off the motherf--king ship since the damn thing explode. It will take care of the other BOWs and UWDs" The captain was looking frustrated himself. "I'll leave it as a last resort." Kellur said. Hypatia shook his head then look at the Medic. who was getting Morphine ready "Are you deaf!? Just patch my damn arm and find my f--king pinky!" he shouted.
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