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Post by Mikey on Jul 29, 2009 11:05:26 GMT -5
"Try workin' when I stick my foot up your ass..." Thorton muttered, quiet enough so he wouldnt be heard. He looked over at the guy in the next cage and then to Andreya. "She'll be fine." He whispered to the man, knowing it for a fact. He knew it because he was going to make it a fact.
The blood at his wrists was starting to go freely, and not it was just a matter of slipping his hands out of the chains. With a bit of work, his left hand popped free, leaving the other to simply slide free. He had been lying on his back, just so the chains would not drop and make noise. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out seemingly the only thing that wasnt taken. A small silver case containging a few cigars, and more importantly, matches. And even more importantly, matches that struck on just about anything.
And he did just that, using the bottom of the cage to strike it, letting it burn for a moment to ignite some of the stick before dropping it. He put his hands behind his back and waited until he saw smoke coming up.
"Hey!" He yelled out to the mercs. They looked at him, and one of them rushed over to start stomping out the flame.
"What are you tryin' to..." The man started to say, accusing Thorton of something he didnt do. At least, thats what he would have claimed if he had still been working on the chains. But, his hands were free and he was as ready as ever to get the hell out of this cage.
The man, thinking Thorton wasnt a threat, almost had his nose to the cage when Thorton struck. He grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and yanked. The man's face collided with the unforgiving steel, and he was knocked unconcious. With his left hand, Thorton held the man in place and reached for the mans weapon with his right. He pulled the Colt 1911 from the mans holster and aimed. Seven rounds, he had to conserve them. Not a problem at this range. He aimed and fired in an instant, putting a round into the first mercs cheek with explosive results. The doctor tried to make a move to Andreya, but a .45 slug planted in his stomach sent him to the ground, writhing in pain.
He ended the life of the unconcious man with one last shot, executing the man at close range with a shot through his eye socket. With that, he looked at the latch on the cage door and saw the padlock. He lined up the shot, turned his face away, and fired. The shot hit the U of the padlock and shattered it, Thorton pulling it off the mount and tossing it on the ground. He hit the ground and made his way to the doctor, kicking him onto his back and staying clear of the man. A gunshot rang out as he fired again, hitting the German in the thigh.
"Where's the bag?" He said, refering to Andreya's backpack. She needed it badly.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 29, 2009 13:47:04 GMT -5
"Bag? The only bag ve found vas from the other prisoner, the one full of ze primitive trinkets." A quick scream came from the outside of the tent, only to be cut off as the body of the merc leader was thrown inside, at least the top half. "Doctor." A low chuckle started as Toad entered the tent. "I thought we could have words." (ooc: use this link for a reference to Toads appearance media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/77/309047-160123-sewer-king_large.jpg ) He was 10 feet tall and pale skinned, with the texture of elephant hide. Several other mutants walked, crawled and slithered into the tent as he strode over to the wounded doctor, pushing Thornton out of the way. "Toad. Kill zem!" "We're done taking orders, I'm in charge now doctor." "Traitors! You need me. For your medicine." The small rat mutant cackled whilst waving the backpack he'd stolen. Toad picked the doctor up, one hand around his chest. "We've got our own medicines now, we don't need you or any humans." He pulled back then threw the doctor at the lab area, breaking several tables with the body. "Now for the rest of you." He raised a leg and pinned down Thornton. Patch and Slither broke open the cage and dragged Joe out, whilst Spyder, a six armed serpent like man and Smog, a gas mask wearing hunchback carrying a canister of the laughing gas on his back started wheeling the table Andreyas box prison was on out of the tent. "The doctor and his men may have hurt you, but we can help." Joe implored. "We can get you better doctors if you let us..." He was silenced by Patch hitting him in the stomach with his mallet. "Help? You would have us fixed like we were broken?" Toad and the mutants started laughing. He stepped off Thornton and raised his arms, bringing a haymaker down on the soldier. "I'm the strongest here, I don't need help." Three hyena men like brutes picked Thornton up and dragged him out of the tent as well. "Bring them to the pit, they're going to feed the beast."
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Post by Reaper on Jul 29, 2009 14:12:54 GMT -5
Throton was on the ground again. She had seen him if only for a brief second. She was tired, and wanted to sleep. Yet she wanted to see Thorton again. She wanted to make sure he was alright, but again she found herself moving as the table she was on was being wheeled out of the room. When she heard about being feed to a monster she started crying. She was scared to death, and things just seemed to keep getting worse. "THORTON!" she screamed out as she tried thrashing around in her little cage. She couldn't understand it. All they wanted to do was go home, but everything kept falling apart. She continued to scream and thrash about in the box until she started hyperventilating once more. Her good hand still gripping her chest as she wheezed and chocked when she gasped for air.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 29, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
Four helicopters flew in from the east and hovered high over the fairground. Searchlights dazzled the ground below before ropes dropped from the deckplates and down to the dust. Quickly, within the space of 10 minutes, a platoon of equipped army personnel from Britain surrounded crates and a small stockpile of basic ammunition. Wolfmist tapped a sergeant on the shoulder, "Well, here we are. The HMS Fleetwood will be manning communications from now on, but aid wont be available for a few days. Time to get moving." "Yes sir. Squads 1 through 4 on me, relay ammunition, fill your packs... come on, move it-" Wolfmist left the platoon to their devices for a bit as he hunkered down in the middle of the landing zone, jotting codes and orders from his headset. The orders were simple. Locate and Extract the Scientist Mayweather.Wolfmist stood up and took out a pair of field binos and surveyed the drop zone. They were on the outskirts of a fairground near the beach, and they had quite a hike to go. Later they were to coordinate with the armour corp. several miles in once they had barged their way through the northern area. "Conserve your ammo, head shots only." he passed the order on to a nearby NCO and quietly the order was passed around before the field signal for movements were given. 4th from the middle of single file as they pepper-potted from kiosk to kiosk from the dusty area that served as a landing zone. Overhead the choppers retreated East back towards the carrier and keeping rifle scope close to eye, Wolfmist surveyed the scouts pushing forward. Suddenly he froze and an automatic hand signal told the troops to freeze. Clanks and thuds could be heard as crates and equipment were set down. He thought he saw something standing on top of a kiosk far ahead, only momentarily illuminated by the helicopters' searchlights. A scout ran towards him from the front and muttered, "signs of life ahead, sir." Several Task Force Pantheon technicals carrying Eric Fixes squad rolled in towards the carnivals front gates, and pulled over. The team started to dismount, and Eric Fix relays orders into his headset Coms are rumored to be insecure, EDEN is interested in our objective as well and might be monitoring. Watch what you transmit through your radio. Eric, take 2nd fireteam and do a quick sweep of the area and find the redcoats.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Jul 29, 2009 16:43:54 GMT -5
Wolfmist looked ahead, "proceed. Remember, head shots. Actually, disperse the snipers. Have them hurdle the rooftops and monitor as we approach through. Use UV and IR on your scopes." "Yes sir," replied the soldier, and made it so.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 29, 2009 21:04:48 GMT -5
Eric sat there in the APC with his eyes closed, trying to regulate his breathing. It had been a long time since he'd been in Raccoon, nearly four years, and he didn't have too many fond memories of it. In fact, all his memories were pretty sh!tty.
"Just keep your heads up and eyes open, and we'll get out of here in one piece."
They exited out of the APC soon after and set-up position outside of the entrance to some carnival.
"Coms are rumored to be insecure, EDEN is interested in our objective as well and might be monitoring. Watch what you transmit through your radio. Eric, take 2nd fireteam and do a quick sweep of the area and find the redcoat."
"Yes, sir," Eric replied over his comm. He turned to make sure his team was ready and nodded. 2nd fireteam moved forward, entering through the open gate.
After making it a couple feet into the carnival area, Eric knelt down and waved for his squad to gather round.
"Alright, we head forward in leap-frog fashion," Eric said, turning off his comms. "Stoffel and Solano, you'll be Callsign: Sigma. Me and LaMotta will be Delta. If you come into problem, call it in and pull back to this point. Alright?"
"Yes, sir!" the replied quietly.
"Good," Eric sighed. "Alright, let's do this. UV on, stick to the shadow, and favor caution over speed. No f**k up, okay?"
After nodding in understanding, Solano and Stoffel moved off to the right. Eric waved for LaMotta, and they moved off to the left.
"Go," Eric whispered. LaMotta ran across the open ground to the next source of cover while Eric watched his rear.
Once LaMotta signalled "All Clear", Eric moved forward. Quickly, open seeing LaMotta signal "Stop", Eric dropped to the floor and tried to make himself as small as possible.
"Three, maybe four" LaMotta signalled.
LaMotta then threw up a few signs saying he couldn't tell if they were human or mutant, or even Hostile or not..
"Have Movement. Possible Hostiles. Three-Four. Unknown condition. Permission to Engage?"
Eric sent the message over his HUD to Fix. He tried to keep it as general as possible in case they were some EDEN soldiers and managed to recieve their transmission.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 30, 2009 23:32:53 GMT -5
Eric Fix checked their cams before he spotted the familiar figure of Thorton, a TFP Hunter killer operative, and instead says into his headset
Negative, divert and keep looking for the tommies, avoid them for now and keep moving. Leave a man behind to monitor the situation.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 31, 2009 9:57:46 GMT -5
"Roger." Eric replied over his comm. He then began army-crawling over to where LaMotta was kneeling, trying to stay as small as possible.
"Any more details on the targets?" Eric whispered to LaMotta.
"Looks like three soldiers and maybe a hostage. Orders?"
Eric squinted as he tried tomake out more details about the targets. It did seem like there were three of them with one man being dragged a long. Either way, he had his orders, and he couldn't blow his cover to save one person.
"Stay here and monitor the situation," Eric sighed. "DO NOT engage! If you're spotted, just back track to the rally point. Understand?"
"We're just gonna leave him?" LaMotta protested. "What if they kill him?"
"Not our problem," Eric replied. "I have my orders, and you have yours. Just hang tight, and I'll be back."
After patting LaMotta on the back, Eric crouch-ran off to the left and alongside a couple tents (presumably for games). When he got to the end, he radioed Sigma.
"What's your situation?"
"We got a lot of movement in the distance," Stoffel replied. "We're gonna go check it out. Over."
Strange. There was a lot of movement around this place, but barely any noise. He'd heard a couple explosions a while back that sounded like a 1911, but no all-and-out gunfire. Something just didn't seem right.
"Sir, we have movement in the South, but no confirmation yet. All clear to the North. No signs of the enemy. What are your orders? Over."
Eric knelt down at the end of the row of tents and peered around the corner. He wanted to make sure nothing snuck up on him while he was waiting for a response.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2009 17:03:08 GMT -5
Eric Fix kept flipping through his IWS system's goggles view screens, practically looking through the eyes of the teams in the field as he did so, and then says
Affirmative, check that movement out. If its a bunch of corpses pull back to the vehicles and we'll do one last sweep as a unit before we pull the plug and get out of here. Be cautious, we just got a report of a gang of cerberus' roaming the area around the carnival
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Jul 31, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -5
Wolfmist looked down at the corpse that the scout had discovered as they moved on. It seemed dead alright... well... deader than undead anyway. Just to be sure, he used his bayonet to sever the skull and cortex, stabbed the blade into the soil to clean the blood off it, and put it back in its scabbard. Actually, he had an idea... "Platoon, arm bayonets. It may save ammo." "Yes sir," were the NCOs' responses and all around them the quiet but quick practised cold sound of steel locking into steel rang out.
Moving on a sniper who knelt by an advertising board perked up through the headsets. "Movement to the West sir, and I think there are vehicles by the gate far ahead." Wolfmist signalled another halt and opened a simple keypad on his arm, linked into the radio set. A data stream flashed into life and showed a simple operating system. In it he submitted a request for a graphical scan of a photo stream linked into simple pen cams on the snipers' rifle scopes. It established a further link with the ship's operations but complained that it was too dark and couldn't make out the vehicles' components or proper shapes.
"OK, we aren't close enough. This would be a job for an Apache, something unavailable. Sergeant, what can you make out?" "I think... yes... there is movement to the West, Sir." "OK. Snipers, coordinate with the Sergeant, try and identify movement." "Yes Sir."
The platoon carried the crates to cover. Some used simple fences and open stands as holes, ready to bug out while the snipers moved from roof to roof, pepper-potting until they reached what could be described as a main road in the blocks of stands, a wide path separating what seemed to be the different themes and genres of stands of what made up the entire park.
As Wolfmist dug in behind an information kiosk, he looked at the situation, finally giving up punching into the arm-mounted mini-pc and slapping it closed with mild annoyance. As he worked out the positions of his soldiers and using a mental chessboard as a metaphor for working out what exactly was happening. He was reminded of the studies of World War 1 and the trenches, because the line of soldiers seemed to resemble the trenches. He just hoped that the carnival park wouldn't become another Ypres, and that whatever it was to the West were allies rather than Germans...
A cold feeling rippled up his spine as he recognised exactly what might be happening.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 1, 2009 8:54:04 GMT -5
"Roger that, sir."
After confirming with Fix, Eric switched channels over to Sigma.
"Move forward, check out the movement. If its just corpses, pull back. Stay frosty. Over."
"Roger."
Eric switched off his comms. and pulled out a smoke. So far, so good. It seemed that zombies did not like carnivals.
As soon as Eric was about to light up, he heard something in the distance. He looked up and began scanning the horizon when he saw a brief flash come off the top of a tent only a few meters a way.
"Sh!t," Eric hissed, dropping down into a prone position. Looked like they weren't alone anymore.
"Sir, it was just a bunch a zeds," Stoffel said over the comm. "We're heading back to the rally point. I'll....hold on a second. Jesus Christ!"
Eric looked up over to the sound of gunfire. Even if they were able to kill whatever attacked them, Stoffel and Solano would still attract every God d@mned thing in the park with ears.
"Delta!" Eric yelled over the comm. "Go assisst Sigma at once!"
"Yes, sir!" LaMotta responded.
"Sir, we're okay over here."
The words sounded very good to Eric at that moment.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Stoffel sighed for a second over the comm. and let out a grunt. "Just a pack of Cerberus. They just scared the sh!t outta me, that's all. We do got some movement to the East though, coming closer. Orders?"
After thinking for a second, Eric replied. Things were getting to tense for just four guys. They'd need back up.
"Pull back to the rally point. We'll meet up with the rest of our squad and advance. Over. Sigma, you hear that?"
"Crystal, sir!"
Eric switched his comm. over to Fix's channel and sent a transmission.
"Mulitple movments. Presumably armed. Pulling back to regroup."
With his report sent out, Eric began retreating to the area his team had agreed upon before moving out.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 2, 2009 19:44:30 GMT -5
(This is what is a rough representation of what I imagine the place to look like, and where everybody is...)
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 3, 2009 8:14:48 GMT -5
(Alright, cool. I was thinking TFP came in through the south and the British were to the North. I modified my posts so I got the directions right.)
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Post by Mikey on Aug 3, 2009 9:48:48 GMT -5
(Now that I see that, it looks like you have 15 NPC soldiers, Wolfmist. Your allowed 12.)
When Thorton had been thrown, he had landed near the dead mercenary who had been thrown into the tent. Thorton had acted quickly while the smart monster was distracted by the scientist for a moment, reaching to the man's holster and pulling out his 1911 and the extra magazine for it. He hid them in the waist of his pants and kept the near empty 1911 in full veiw. When Toad pinned him to the ground and then nearly knocked him out with the thunderous blow, he let the pistol drop from his hand.
Out of breath from the attack, he wordlessly let the creatures haul him away. There were too many of them to try to escape now, not to mention he didnt know what they were capable of. But, if it came to it, he'd have to think of something in a hurry before they got to the "beast", whatever that was... If he could help it, they wouldnt find out.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 3, 2009 10:31:10 GMT -5
The mutants took the three towards the edge of the parade grounds, stopping at a large open sewer pipe.
"Bring them all in." Toad ordered, pulling back a metal grate covering the entrance, the others obeyed him without hesitation.
(Andreya, Thornton and Joe moving to the sewers in the transportation hub)
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