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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 1, 2008 13:18:54 GMT -5
June 18, 1950...5:30 AM...the day everything changed....
Jack pulled on his hip-waders and grabbed his toolbox.
"You ready to go, Tommy Salami?" Jack asked with a slight grin.
"It's way too early for that sh!t, Jack," Tommy grunted. Tommy (an old friend of Jack's father and Jack's partner) was an older man, about 54, and very...portly. Even with his condition, he was still one of the best plumbers in Manhattan.
"Oh, you know you love it, Tom," Jack laughed, tossing Tommy his tools.
"Jesus! You tryin' to kill me?" Tom exclaimed, barely catching the tools in time.
"Just want to make sure you're on your toes!" Jack retorted, putting on his utility belt. "Well, you ready?"
"Yeah, let's go," Tom sighed, tightening his belt. "What's the address again?"
"Uh...1431 West," Jack replied when a knocking was heard at their front door.
"Open up!" a voice (almost robotic) echoed from outside the door.
"What the f**k was that?" Jack hissed.
Tom looked at Jack, shrugged; then went to the door. Upon opening it, three fully armed and armored soldiers entered the house.
"What the f**k are you guys doing?" Tom exclaimed.
"Shut him up!" one of the soldiers commanded, so, another soldier shot Tom with his rifle.
"Tom!" Jack cried, about to run to Tom only to be held back by a soldier. "Jesus Christ! You killed him."
"You are now a prisoner of the USSR. From this point on, everything you do and say will be for the benefit of the Mother Land. You can follow in peace, or we can take you by force. It is your choice."
Jack stared at the cold, faceless stare of the USSR soldier. It had finally happened, yet Jack couldn't believe it. As he was thinking, multiple gunshots erupted from the street.
"We're under attack!" a voice came over the USSR radio.
"What the h*ll?" the commanding soldier hissed, walking out of the door to check the situation. Seeing a chance to escape, Jack yanked with his right arm, pulling him in front of Jack as a shield. The other soldier in the room, seeing his comrade attacked, drew up his rifle and fired, but only succeeded in killing the USSR soldier.
Jack, realizing he couldn't hold this up for long, threw the dead body at the other USSR soldier, knocking him over. He then ran into his bedroom and hid in the closet.
"What happened?" The commander asked, walking back into the room.
"The prisoner escaped!" the soldier retorted.
"Get him!" The commander demanded, pulling out his pistol.
Jack, knowing they would find him soon, began rummaging through the closet.
"Where is it?" Jack muttered until his hand ran over something cold and hard. A Benelli B79. Quickly checking the mag, Jack cocked the hammer back and prepared to jump out at the right time.
"I heard something from in here!" a soldier said, running into the bedroom. When both soldiers were in the room, Jack jumped out and emptied the clip. Catching the soldiers by surprise, Jack was able to kill them both before they were able to react.
Realizing he was out of ammo, Jack stuck the weapon in his belt and reached down to grab a Russian weapon.
"Enter ID Number" flashed on the side of the weapon, followed by a keypad. Jack just stared at the number for a long time, when the gun zapped him.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, grabbing his hand. "Guess I won't be using that."
After this scene, Jack began heading back toward the front door.
"I heard shooting in here!" Jack heard from the stairwell. Realizing more soldiers were coming, Jack ran back into his room.
"I gotta get out of here," Jack muttered. That's when he saw his window. The apartment was on the third floor, but, luckily for Jack, the dumpster was right beneath the window. The only problem was, it could be closed.
Jack knew he had no other choice, however, and jumped through the window.
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 1, 2008 13:45:10 GMT -5
June 18,1950 5:30 AM
Donni pulled the police vest over his shirt as the News played in the backround.He grabbed his side holster and made sure everything was in place.As he went towards the gun locker where he kept his police sidearm,someone slammed on the door.
"Open up immediatly"A dull voice commanded on the other side of the door.Donni knew that something was really wrong,so he pushed the TV in front of the door,and braced a chair against the TV."Bet its another gang hit.Although it isnt the style of any group i know of.Probably some new street kids thinking that they are different from any other."
What immediatly changed his mind was that they again ordered him to come out but...
"The USSR demand that you surrender immediatly." USSR? Great,the russians are here in Manhatten.As his makeshift barricade started to collapse,Donni rushed up stairs and closed the door at the top of the stairs.
"Search the building,someone had to barricade the door."The soliders immediatly moved out,until they were all at the stairs."Move up,cover each other,we dont want any accidents."
Donni braced against a weight lifting kit he drug from the upstairs office.He heard at least 7-8 men on the stairs.The doorknob rattled and the door swung open,and Donni pushed hard,knocking the weights down the stairs,smashing across all of them and crushing their CO's leg.
Donni jogged down stairs,kicked the weapon away from the wounded solider,grabbed his revolver from the gunlocker and some ammo,and his fathers switch blade.On his way out,he slashed the soliders throat,and checked both ways before exiting the house.Donni darted into an ally across the street,and left his house behind,before more soliders arrived.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 1, 2008 16:14:20 GMT -5
June 18, 1950. 5:30am
Lai stood on a local ferryboat, the wind blowing in her hair and her cheeks turning a rosy color. She loved the ferryboat and enjoyed the last few times she'd been on there, especially when Dad and Johnny joined Joe, Jamie, Jack, and Lai. As the six stood on the boat, Johnny cracked a joke and the remaining laughed. Johnny always was the funny one. Jamie pulled a lock of Lai's hair, earning a complaint from the only girl and making the others laugh. The day was perfect...until a sudden wave crashed onto the ferryboat.
The sound of the wave sounded strangely similar to the breaking of windows. The sound was so loud that it didn't seem to fit at all with the scenery.
Ice blue eyes suddenly snapped open. Lai was nowhere near a ferryboat. She was in her own bedroom, woken suddenly from a deep sleep. Lai turned to her left and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her bed. The girl let out a groan. It was only 5:30 and a Sunday. Why the hell was she woken up so suddenly?
The girl heard heavy footsteps from the living room on the first floor. At first she thought that Jamie's friends came over and were just causing a rucus. It happened multiple times before. However, that was not the case when Lai looked out her window. The multiple vehicles parked outside her house and the unfamiliar men outside of them proved that Jamie's friends weren't around.
Something was wrong. Lai could sense it. Quietly, she stepped out of bed and stripped out of her hand-me-down pajamas and into her normal clothes. She walked over to a picture on the wall. Standing in the picture was Dad, Johnny, Jamie, Joe, Jack, and Lai that was taken before Johnny left before the war. Lai was only eight.
Behind the picture was a little hole in the wall where Dad's old pistol rested along with one of Dad's old knives, a spare pack of cigarettes, and a matchbook. Lai always enjoyed the little hole in the wall. Johnny made it for her before he died and showed her how to hide things in there. She ran back to her dresser and pulled out a fanny pack. She placed her half-full beer bottle inside and prepared herself for what could happen.
The loud sounds from the first floor started coming up the stairs. Lai opened her bedroom door and saw a group of unfamiliar men entering the second floor. Jack's door was opened and his head was peeking out to see what was going on. One of the men grabbed Jack and pulled him out of the room. Two others went into Jamie's room and pulled out the half-awake boy. A fourth grabbed Lai by the arm and pulled her out of the bedroom.
The man that grabbed her shouted at her in a language she did not recognize. The man was easily over a foot taller than she was and much stronger than the ballerina. The man reached for her gun, but Lai refused to allow him to take it from her. She slashed at the man with her knife, but when she did, the man began to shake her so she could lose her grip.
The shaking got dangerous after ten seconds, when Lai was incredibly close to the edge of the stairs. After her brothers screamed her name, the girl lost her balance and fell over the edge and towards the bottom of the first floor.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 2, 2008 14:14:59 GMT -5
Jack woke up with a splitting headache, but he awoke nonetheless. Looking around, he realized he had landed in the dumpster (which, luckily, had been open.)
"Thank God," Jack muttered, rubbing his head.
"I heard a crashing from this way!" Jack heard above him. Looking up, he saw two USSR soldiers staring down at him.
"Sh!t," Jack hissed as one of the soldiers barked, "Shoot to kill!"
Jack quickly rolled out of the dumpster as a rain of bullets pelted it. As soon as he landed on his feet, he heard more voices from the main road.
"Over there!" Jack looked as another patrol spotted him. Seeing a back road to his right, Jack high-tailed it down the alley.
He ran for, what seemed, forever (always hearing the pouding of feet behind him) when he came to a dead end.
"F**k me," Jack muttered, falling to his knees.
"Put your hands behind your head!" Jack heard behind him. So, he complied.
All of the sudden, he heard a gunshot; then another; and another. At first, Jack thought he was being shot, but, upon not feeling anything, he turned around to see the soldiers dead.
"What the..." was all Jack managed to get out when he felt something strike him in the back of the head.
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6:00 AM....same day....
Jack awoke with an even bigger headache, surrounded by darkness.
"Any and all surviving New York citizens, proceed to the sewers immediately!"
The sound seemed to becoming from a radio in the next room. Sorely pulling himself from the cot he had been sleeping on, Jack walked into the room, greeted by the smell of bitter coffee.
"So, he awakes!" an old man brewing coffee laughed.
"Who are you?" Jack asked.
"My name is Otis Reddings," the man replied, not turning around. "Please, sit!"
Jack sighed and sat down at the table with the radio and rubbed his head.
"I repeat! This is Isabella d'Angelo, leader of the Manhattan Resistance Forces! Any and all Manhattan citizens should proceed to the sewers immediately! Resistance fighters are already patrolling the sewer lines looking for survivors! You will be safe here!"
"Here, drink this," Otis said, handing Jack a cup of coffee. The coffee looked like sewage water, but, to be kind, Jack drank it anyways.
"Sorry for hitting you like that," Otis apologized sheepishly, "I just kinda got worked up from the shooting."
"That's alright," Jack croaked weakly. Jack then motioned to the radio. "What yah listenin' too?"
"Oh," Otis exclaimed, "I picked this up about five minutes ago! Seems someone finally decided to fight back! I don't know the whole details, but a people's army has formed down the sewers."
Jack listened to the radio some more in silence. It was basically the same thing over and over (go to the sewers) so Jack brought up the obvious question.
"You think it is a trap?"
Otis rubbed his chin; then shook his head.
"Nah, she has too clean a voice. Sounds more Italian than Russian. Couldn't be, unless they're hirin' mercs."
Otis got up and walked over to his M1 Garand and slung it on his back.
"Where are you goin'?" Jack asked, setting the coffee aside.
"I got a storm drain downstairs," Otis replied, checking his ammo. "I'm gonna see if I can open it so we can get into the sewers."
"Who said we were goin'?" Jack questioned.
"Well, you can stay here," Otis replied, "but I'm heading down there to help."
Jack sighed; then grabbed his crowbar from his belt.
"Alright, come on. I'll help you get the covering off."
The two walked down to the storm drain and began prying the lid off. About five minutes later, they heard footsteps upstairs.
"Why do we have to check this place? It's abandoned!" a Russian voice hissed.
"Just shut up," someone else replied.
"It's bad enough we have to talk in English," the Russian sighed, "and now we have to search an abandoned building! This is bullsh!t!"
"Just SHUT UP!" the voice retorted. "Besides, these voice translators are pretty amazing. Yah know, these things were made by the same guy that made the ID locks on our guns...and those Wendigos!"
"For real?" the other Russain asked incredibly. "I don't believe it!"
"What are we gonna do?" Jack whispered to Otis.
"Just get to the sewers," Otis replied, cocking his rifle. "I'll hold them off."
"W-what?" Jack stammered. "There could be more coming! You gotta come with!"
"Nah," Otis sighed. "Besides, we need someone to cover the storm drain less they follow us."
Otis stared at Jack; then snapped, "GO!"
Jack nodded and dove into the drain pipe, landing in the water. When he emerged, he saw the lid close over the pipe, followed by yelling; then gunfire; then quite.
"Well, time to go look for these...resistance fighters," Jack sighed. Just as he said this, his vision went black and he felt a large object come crashing down on the back of his head.
"Not again," Jack thought just before he went unconscious.
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 2, 2008 15:11:41 GMT -5
Donni sped through the alleyways,and felt more alive than he had in years.He felt like he was in the gang wars,racing to the next fight.Except it was the USSR vs Manhatten civilians.and a cop whos really P*ssed off.
He stopped when he heard a pair of russians complaining about having to speak english.Then one walked beside where he was hiding.Donni heard a zipper and whistling.He opened up his switch blade and slit his throat.He stepped up behind the second russian,slashed his throat,and snatched up a radio from a dead hobo,seeing if any reports about US Army coming to help.
"I repeat! This is Isabella d'Angelo, leader of the Manhattan Resistance Forces! Any and all Manhattan citizens should proceed to the sewers immediately! Resistance fighters are already patrolling the sewer lines looking for survivors! You will be safe here!"
"Itialin by the sounds of it.Typical,really.But the sewers sound like a vast improvement over being above ground with russians and who knows what next.He stepped up to a storm drain,lifted it up when he heard a Russian behind him.
"Drop the grate American,or else."Donni swung the grate,smashin the Russians head in and jumped into the sewers,pulling the grate closed behind him.He splashed down in the sewer and grimiced.
"Bleck,this is wrong.There better be an actual resistance or im gonna beat some heads in."He headed down the sewer,looking for someone or a group of someones,listing for a Russian accent just in case.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 2, 2008 19:19:46 GMT -5
(When the text is bold, it means it is a NPC)
As Donni began walking down the sewers, two men came up behind him. One threw a canvas bag over his head; the other one pushed him to his knees and tied his hands behind his back. They then escort him to the Resistance's HQ.
(In your next post, Donni, you'll have just been released in the Resistance HQ. The HQ is just a garbage disposal shaft and has a Medical Area, a Lunch Area, an 'Armory', a Briefing Area, and a Rest Area. I'll post for my character after a few more people get caught up.)
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Post by Rastafari on Jul 2, 2008 20:54:26 GMT -5
June 18, 1950. 5:30am
The sun was barely up and Buddy was already at work. A large Cuban cigar between his lips, something commonly seen working with Bud. It was himself, and three other men, Vinny, Roman, Riccardo, they did all the labor, carrying box crates of whiskey back and forth between a cargo container and a large truck.
"Come on boys, Lanchetto's shift is almost over and if the new security catches us we're gonna have to do something drastic, i don't need that today." Buddy hollered as the he made his way over to the driver seat of the truck. Roman and Riccardo removed their concealed weapons. Roman pulled out his colt 45. while Riccardo removed a shotgun from the the inside wall of the truck. Buddy got into the drivers seat, there was quite allot of ship traffic, in fact a very unusual amount of ships were heading towards the docks.
"I think theres something going on, lets get out of here." Buddy remarked and looked over at Vinny who had approached the passenger door. As his head came into view through the window and he fumbled with the handle of the door there was a large cracking noise. Vinny's head quickly slapped against the glass of the window and blood mushroomed onto the shards before the window shattered across the passenger seat.
"F*ck its a hit!" Buddy yelled back too Roman and Riccardo, looking through the side view mirror at Vinny's lifeless body. Gunfire erupted at the back of the Truck as the other too had spotted armed uniform men. Buddy pushed open the driver door and got out just in time to avoid the automatic gunfire that soared through the passenger window at him. Romans colt flashed until the clip emptied and just as it happened a bullet struck him in the head spraying brain matter across the yard.
Buddy ran to the back of the truck where Riccardo was taking cover, then shot three rounds around the corner clipping one of the men in the chest, but their were dozens more behind him, all heavily armed. Riccardo fired off a shell, the spread fire downed two men but they didn't die.
"Ricky get in the back of the truck, I'll get us out of here." Buddy yelled, Riccardo took another shot and hopped into the back of the truck and closed the large metal doors behind him.
Buddy slammed on the gas, they weren't moving very fast, two of the tired were out, but they were almost out of the harbor. As they neared the end of the harbor one of the large brick walls was suddenly caved in under the weight of a tank that pushed itself through the wall. Buddy swiftly swerved and pushed harder on the gas breaking through the security rod as the booth exploded from a tank projectile. He hoped Lanchetto wasn't in there but he didn't have time to worry, he just had to drive.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 2, 2008 21:20:59 GMT -5
"LAI!" Jack and Jamie screamed as they watched their sister fall to the first floor.
Lai got lucky. Her fall was broken by two men that were underneath her and failed to catch her or move. She didn't even drop her items when her fall was stopped. Seconds later, Jamie and Jack removed themselves from their captors and jumped down to the first floor.
The three Levin siblings jumped to their feet and began to run towards the back door. The boys didn't make it. Jamie was caught by one of the men and only seconds later, so was Jack.
"Lai! Run!" Jack shouted at his sister.
Lai continued running and didn't stop even after she swung open the door and rushed out. She did, however, slow down when she climbed up the fence. A hand grabbed her foot when she reached the top and began to pull her back.
"Let go!" Lai screamed. When the owner of a hand, one of the Russians she fell upon, refused, Lai pulled out her father's pistol and fired a bullet into his chest.
The man fell to the ground and released his grip on Lai's foot. The girl jumped over the edge and continued running. She could hear some of the Russians running after her, screaming for her to come back. A few more corners were turned and she finally lost them, but she was unfortunately stuck in an alley.
Lai took a seat on a closed garbage can and thought about what happened. Nothing was supposed to happen today. Lai was supposed to hang out with a few of her friends today. Now, for as far as she knew not only could they be captured or killed by the Russians, but so could Jack and Jamie. Joe could even be dead by now.
From her left, she heard a discarded radio going off: "I repeat! This is Isabella d'Angelo, leader of the Manhattan Resistance Forces! Any and all Manhattan citizens should proceed to the sewers immediately! Resistance fighters are already patrolling the sewer lines looking for survivors! You will be safe here!"
A glimpse of hope came to Lai. Perhaps at least one of her brothers or some of her friends were there. She took a look at the buildings in the alley. Okay, so I'm in between Petrozza's Pizza and Ben's Bar. A manhole to the sewer is just a little bit down the street.
Lai stuck her head out of the alley and looked down the streets. Nobody was coming so as far as she knew, she was safe enough not to be captured. She stepped out into the streets and headed for the nearest manhole that lead to the sewers.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 2, 2008 21:37:45 GMT -5
BUDDY: Buddy drives the truck, maneavuring past the tank, when another patrol rounds the corner with an APC at the front. The patrol opened fire on the truck, popping one of the front tires and cracking the windshield.
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LAI: Lai nears the manhole when it edges open, revealing a rifle barrel. The barrel scans the area just to land on Lai. Soon after this, the manhole pops open, revealing a dust covered man wearing a beret and wielding a Springfield.
"Hey, get over here! Before another patrol comes!" The man shouted, motioning Lai over.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 3, 2008 0:49:12 GMT -5
June 18, 1950 5:30 AM
John walked along the alleyways near his home, he needed some exercise, besides, he diddn't feel very tired, as he was walking, he looked to a homeless boy, with some pity for him, he decided to give the man a doller. As he did, the boy looked up to the sky and said to John with curiousity.
"Hey mister, what are they?"
John Looked up and looked in horror as the USSR troops landed in different areas, one of them landing right in front of him, in horror, the homeless boy made a dash deeper into the alleyway. The solder started chasing after him, knocking down John, he needed to take down the solder before he cought up with the boy.
Pulling out his gun, he pointed it towards the solders head and with a pull of a trigger, the USSR solder fell to the ground. He shivered as he pointed the gun, he never killed a man before. Suddenly more solders were heading his way. Making a desperate run for it. He zog-zagged through the alleyway. Hoping to avoid more of the solders.
After running for some time, he suddenly realized something, his parents were still at home. Running as fast as he could, he reached the street where his parents were living in. He watched in horror as the USSR solders took his parents and putting them in a truck. John wanted to save them, but he couldn't, unless he wanted to get himself killed. With a tear in his eye, he started walking back into the alleyway. Making sure none of the solders would see him.
(6:00 AM)
for thirty minutes he had been running and hiding from the USSR solders, he was getting tired, and a group of USSR solders were hot on his tail. Suddenly he bumped into the homeless boy, who looked up to John with a smile and said to him while pointing to a manhole.
"Hey mister, thanks for helping me, follow me, a person on the radio tolled everyone to head into the sewers"
John nodded as he lifted the manhole and let the homeless boy inside, he went inside himself, just avoiding the USSR solders that reached his location.
With a step off the ladder, he was in the sewers, he looked to the homeless boy and said to him while looking around.
"So, we should be safe now right?, where did the person on the radio say to meet with them?"
"They said that they would find us, so we should stay here"
John nodded and sat down with the homeless boy, he could handle the smell down in the sewers, but it would be much better than running away from the USSR solders that were sweeping around the surface.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 3, 2008 6:43:55 GMT -5
Lai jumped when the manhole opened and the gun was aimed at her. She had to admit that she was surprised a tad bit scared as well. Nobody had pointed a gun at her before except for some of the Russians that invaded her house, but she had a feeling that this one person was on the good side and would help her.
The girl nodded at the dust-covered man and quickly began to climb down the ladders of the manhole.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 3, 2008 11:42:04 GMT -5
JOHN: Suddenly, a canvas bag is thrown over his head and he is pushed to the ground. His hands are tied behind his back and he is escorted to the Resistance HQ.
"Don't worry," a man assured him. "We're Resistance fighters. These are just safety precautions."
(John is now at the Resistance HQ)
Jack woke up with a splitting headache and blurry vision.
"Where am I?" Jack barely managed to say.
"Please, lay back down. You'll only hurt yourself."
Jack looked over to the speaker. He was a younger man, but he had a air about him that made him seem very old.
"Who are you?"
"Names Roman. Roman Coppola." Roman replied, not looking at Jack. "You are at the Resistance HQ, in the Medical Area. You've been asleep for about...15 minutes or so."
Jack looked around as his vision returned, he still couldn't fully remember what had happened (partially due to him focusing on his headache) so he asked the question "What happened?"
Roman walked over to Jack and lifted him up to check his head.
"Well," Roman sighed, "Some of our soldiers got a little gungho and decided to knock you out instead of just tying you up. Don't worry, they've been dealt with. This will NOT happen again."
Jack winced as the man put the final touches on his wound.
"Alright, you're good to go." Roman sighed. "Also, we took you out of your wet clothes and gave you some leftovers another man brought. We put your tools on the counter right over there. Usually, they want you to put your gun in the Armory for distribution, but I convinced them to let you keep it."
Jack sat up and looked down at his clothes. With a camouflage jacket, camouflage pants, and combat boots, he almost looked like a soldier. He walked over to his tools, put on his belt, holstered his pistol, and was about to leave when Roman yelled, "Oh yeah!" He ran over to Jack and began pointing to different locations.
"Over there is the cafeteria, there is the briefing area, there is the sleeping area, and over there is the Armory. Kerouac runs the armory. He is a bit shy, but he's a good kid. Isabella is going to have a briefing in about a half hour. OH, And, here's a gift for your little accident."
Jack looked down as Roman handed him a bottle of what looked like water. Jack sniffed it and recoiled in disgust.
"What the h*ll is that? P!ss!"
"Moonshine," Roman replied. "I was gonna keep it for myself, but I think you might need it more. Well, good luck!" After saying this, Roman ran over to another patient, leaving Jack to stare at the moonshine disgustedly. Finally, he decided to try it. After forcing down a large gulp, Jack tossed it to an old bum sitting at the feet of one patient.
After that, Jack went over to the cafeteria and sat down to have a smoke, waiting for the half-hour to pass by.
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 3, 2008 15:03:23 GMT -5
Donni finally got around to getting up.As he sat up,he looked around this resistance hq.He saw several useful items and people doing useful things.A medical area,a cafateria,an armory,and what looks like a briefing room.
"Lets see what they got to eat down here."He headed towards the cafeteria and saw some guy smoking.He grabbed some coffee and sat down across from the smoker."Hey man,thought i should introduce myself.The names Donni Zuri,ex criminal and cop.Least till the russians showed up.You gotta name?"He looked at the smoker and waited for a response.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 3, 2008 16:25:37 GMT -5
John kept calm as he was brought to the Resistance HQ while he had a brown bag over his head, they didn't sound like the USSR solders, so he was safe, but he hoped that the homeless boy was being brought to it also, he couldn't just leave him alone.
Once the bag was lifted off of his head, he sighed in relief as the homeless boy was with him also. Once he had been tolled what the layout was, he made his way to the caferteria, grabbed a drink of water and sat down. Looking to the two men, who introduced himself as Donni. He decided to introduce himself also, he said to Donni and the other man as he took a drink from his water bottle.
"Well, my name is John Newlands if anyone is interested"
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Post by Rastafari on Jul 3, 2008 19:50:58 GMT -5
Buddy ducked below the dashboard as bullets began pounding through the windshield and blew out one of the tires. Two of them plus the third tire being shot out cause the truck to shake uncontrolably, as he swerved around a third Russian APC his back tire hopped and the truck flipped to its side. Sparks flew astray as the truck scraped across the road pinning itself inbetween two buildings in an alley.
It was quiet for a moment, distant gunfire and sirens began to become audible again and shook Buddy out of his dazed state. He sat up from where he was laying in the alley, he had been ejected from the truck and was about five meters away from where Riccardo stood, also dazed.
"Alright man, we gotta get moving, those commi's are gonna be on us in a minute." Buddy said, he put his pistol in his waist and made sure Riccardo had his shotgun, and began to move forward, but was distracted. He saw a crate of whiskey had survived the crash and decided maybe they should bring it... just incase.
The sounds of Russian voices nearby hurried them, the two loaded up and headed down the alley as fast as they could, maybe the Russians were only here and not in any of the other cities of New York, at least... they could only hope so.
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