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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 10, 2010 6:11:27 GMT -5
Brezhnev began to chuckle to himself, as his men began to pass out weapons and ammunition. They were going to the streets soon, to show that they had not disappeared from the face of the earth as what once was thought.
"Comrade General," Tupolov shouted to Brezhnev, "what are the orders?" libe "The order, Colonel, is attack, destroy," Brezhnev answered. "It is time that we kill and be killed, die and make die!"
At this, the soldiers cheered.
"Forward....MARCH!" Brezhnev shouted. "The liberation is at hand!"
**Brezhnev and Tupolov are now on the Uptown Streets***
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 0:40:59 GMT -5
[Fredrich and Elita enter St. Sebastion's Chruch; Nina Woo already Present] The chopper entered the center of the city. From what Fredrich saw there wasalot of sh*t going down in Raccoon. The perfect place for a meeting, amongset all of this confusion. They were getting closer to landing zone. "I think this is where I'm gunna go on foot. Elita radio me when you find a good sniping spot." Fredrich shouted of the blades of the helicopter. He wasn't sure that she heard him but she could figure out what he was saying. Fredrich gave the pilot two thumbs up and clipped on the the rope. Kayla tossed the rope out of the chopper and patted Fredrich on the shoulder telling him he's clear. He then repeled to the ground. Once he touched the ground Fredrisch shouldered his M4 and ran to the nearst car. He peeked over the hood and saw a group of infected wandering around. They blocked his path, that was the only way to the Chruch. [orange] Undisclosed Location [/orange] "Sir it looks like they are here. But I can only see one of them" a soldier said. "Is it male or female?" the Broker asked. "Male, sir" he replied. "Looks like Mr. Solkolav has arrived. Have all the men in positon" the Broker ordered. Nina leaned back in her chair as she watched her men get into position. It was no starting to get interesting. She could see Fredrich, but Elita was nowhere to be seen This much was to be expected from her. Nina poured herself another glass of brandy in preparation of what was next on her list. Soon she will have contracted the two monitors and her identity would be safe once again.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2011 6:10:02 GMT -5
'The hell's he saying?' Elita looked at the bumbling idiot as his mouth opened and closed, but no real words could be heard from him, 'Doubt it's anything helpful anyway,' she continued surveying the area around the church half a klick ahead as the head of security rappelled down. Grabbing one of the headsets hanging at the seat of the chopper, Elita put it on to speak to the co-pilot, "Drop me off at the western edge of that public park," she pointed out to Kayla. The UH-60 banked towards her drop point. Once hovering over a small playground Elita stood up, addressing Kayla, "I need you guys to reach an altitude of around 600 metres and maintain it. Once you get there boost your radio signal 400% and hang this from one of the Blackhawk's feet," the Ghost handed the girl a small strobe device with a long looping cable extending from it, "Cuidate," the invisible woman bid farewell and zip lined down, her optical camouflage kicking in. ___________________________________________________ Climbing the fire escape of a nearby apartment building. The roof of the block was higher than that of the church and it looked well into the east wall giving plenty of view through the damaged hole in the roof and stained glass windows. Elita took place at the edge of the building, leaning against the red brick barrier and propping her M27 on top of it, glaring down her reflex sight. Initiating TTP of her gauntlet's radio, "I'm in position. Enter the church in your own time," she informed Fredrich before switching the radio off.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 6:31:48 GMT -5
"I'm in position. Enter the church in your own time," Fredrich nodded. He witched his M4's firing mode to three burst. Fredrich popped around the trunk of the car and dispatched two of the infected. One got a closer than the others. He moved his finger to the trigger of his master-key and pulled it. The zombie got a twelve gauge round to the stomach. The shot launched it off the ground and on to it's back. Fredrich made his way into the Church. When he got inside the pews were moved to each side of the wall. There was a table in the center of the room and three chairs. Fredrich checked the room and saw that it was empty. Well I guess the chairs are for me and Elita and this mystery person.[/i] Fredrich went to the table and turned the chair around. He sat in it and waited a couple of minutes. "Well are you gunna come out?" Fredrich said getting annoyed.
"Wheres Miss Florence? I asked for two not one" Someone called out. The person emerged from the opposite side of the room and sat across from Fredrich. It wasn't a man, but actually a female. She must've been using a voice scrambler[/i] She pulled out a bottle of brandy and poured herself a glass. She didn't drink it but slid it across the table to Fredrich. "Take a drink. It's only the finest brandy"
"No thank you. I'm trying to cut back" Fredrich said. "Seeing how you know who I am. Why don't you enlighten me to who you are?" Fredrich was tired of the shenanigans he wanted to get to business.
"What kind of Information Broker would I be if I told you that? Not a good one I assure you" She replied with a smile. She looked at the clock and back to Fredrich. Under the table she slowly slid a gun out of her jacket. Once she had it full exposed, she slowly cocked the hammer back.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2011 6:55:10 GMT -5
Thermoptic visuals picked up the cold aluminium of the firearm through the table and the stained glass window. Keeping both eyes open Elita fired a round across the street, shattering the window, punching through the wooden table and disabling the weapon. She activated her optical camouflage and moved to reposition.
Fredrich would quickly learn of the meaning behind the act so there was little point explaining to him what had just occurred through the radio. Elita maintained silence in that regard, no need for to let the Informer know that she was in the area assisting Fredrich. Instead the Ghost was biding her time, waiting for the broker to work it out them self.
Launching over an alley way absorbing the one story fall with a roll, Elita slid into a new position and sent out another landscape image from her personal satellite to be sent down.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 7:03:03 GMT -5
Elita had fired a shot that hit the table near the informer. Fredrich figured the Elita had seen something and rolled out of his chair. He kicked the chair as he retreated. After that several man bursted into the room and opened fire. Fredrich dived over one of the pews and took cover. The men zeroed in on Fredrich postion and kept him pinned with a barrage of bullets. "Thanks for covering me!" Fredrich shouted into the mic. He popped around the corner and shot one of the men in the chest. As the returned to his cover he saw the Broker escaping out the room. "Elita can you persue her? I'm a little tied up at the moment" He asked. The men didn't let up as one took the time to reload while the other continued to surpress Fredrich.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2011 7:49:58 GMT -5
The Ghost waited for the Broker to cross a couple of backstreets first, stalking her prey, before swooping in. The woman raced down a very narrow back alley, peeking over her shoulder. A wrought iron gate burst open several metres in front of her and an invisible arm clothes lined the poor b*tch.
Shine of the optical camouflage melted away from Elita's suit as she stepped towards the woman on the ground, grabbing her by the neck and hoisting her to her feet. She parked her pelvis directly behind the Broker and bent her forwards, FiveseveN stabbing into the back of her head, leaving her in the most uncomfortable and dishonorable position possible, "I wonder if the Informer warned you about the life expectancy of replacement doubles?" Elita asked the woman, grabbing one of her flailing arms and twisting it to the point of breakage, "Tell me where the Information Broker is or I'll blow the inside of your face onto the dumpster," the Ghost demanded.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 8:02:48 GMT -5
"Alright, alright I'll tell you just let go of my arm!" she shouted as she tried to wiggle free. "My contract holder is at the following cordinates 36°10′30″N-" She was cut short. Something began to go wrong inside of her. Her body went limp as she started to convolse. Moments after that white foam came out of her mouth and seconds later she was dead.
Fredrich was still under fire by three men. Originally there was four but he killed one of them. Fredrich popped around the corner and shot two more of them. One was left, he pulled out a frag grenade and tossed it. Fredrich heard the thud of the grenade. He shot up off the ground and took off into a sprint. Fredrich dived out a window in the knick of time. He hit a dumpster and dropped his rilfe. After the grenade went off, Fredrich rolled onto his side and touched his throat mic. "Did you catch her? And if your wondering everything went good on my side" Fredrich said jokingly even though he was in pain.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2011 8:59:09 GMT -5
"I don't really care," Elita replied while letting go of the waste of life, letting the body of the girl drop to the ground for the infected. Starting back down the alley way, talking to herself, "It takes someone special to send a girl to their death," shaking her head, aggravated, "Can't guarantee I won't break both your legs when I find you, broker."
The Informer had made the mistake of assuming Elita wouldn't react negatively to a face to face meeting; after using voice manipulation equipment to make them sound like a man and then sending a woman. They - or she - had just defined her gender; Elita knew a little more about her now, "I've got half of some coordinates. Unfortunately all that narrows her location down to are four different countries in Africa and two other countries in Europe."
"She's just going to lead us on a goose chase, Fredrich," Elita ran the northern coordinates through her gauntlet for any location that might pop up as a close candidate to where the broker would be hiding, "I'm heading back to HQ and run a search on all cataloged names in the Umbrella database. I'm not letting the Informer waste any more of my time," she disconnected and headed in the direction of the chopper.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 9:08:55 GMT -5
"I'll meet you there" Fredrich said as he slowly stood up. He back is in terrible shape from hitting the dumpster. Fredrich made his way out to the streets and jogged up to the car he first passed. He got to the car and feel down. I must be in worse shape than I thought. Fredrich made his way up to the where the helicopter dropped him off. It hadn't arrived yet, so he figured that it was picking Elita up first. Fredrich leaned up against the nearest wall and pulled out a cigarette. It was his last one, it got bent in the explosion. It wasn't broken, Fredrich smiled and stuck it in his mouth. He lit it and dropped his lighter. Fredrich took a log drag of it and blew the smoke out. "What a great cigarette!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2011 9:27:49 GMT -5
Sitting on the edge of the chopper once more. Elita swung her legs in an almost childlike fashion while playing with the device she had picked up off of the choppers sleigh, fitting it into the forearm of her vambrace and downloading all of the info picked up from the aerial surveillance, "As I thought. Didn't pick up any suspicious signals in the city. She probably wasn't even here," shutting her HUD down and switching the hardware off, "Gahd, what a headache."
Hovering over Fredrich's position and lowering the rope on a winch to haul him up; Elita signaled to Kayla letting her know she had it under control, letting the Umbrella girl take her seat next to the pilot. The Ghost leaned over to see he head of security exhaling a cloud of tar, looking to enjoy the moment before leaving, "Christ, hurry up and get on," Elita moaned, firing up the winch motor once Fredrich finally took hold.
"Don't wait for him to get in. Get us back to the NUC Head Quarters asap. No clue what order the place is in without its head of security or assigned Monitor," it was entirely possible that the Informer had lured them out purely to remove a level of order from the base. It had been a theory on Elita's behalf that she went ahead and challenged; the fault would be on Fredrich's shoulders regardless.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 26, 2011 9:35:42 GMT -5
As the Helicopter took of toward the base, Fredrich was still suspened in midair. As the wind picked up his cigarette got loose from his lip and fell to the forest below. Fredrich frowned as his last smoke disappeared into the Arklay mountains. He slowly pulled himself up to the helicopter. Kayla extened her arm as Fredrich reached the top. He grabbed her hand and pulled himself inside of the chopper.
[Fredrich and Kayla are now at the Neo Umbrella Headquarters]
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