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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 17, 2008 22:44:24 GMT -5
The Pantheon is a large church turned cemetary. It houses all of France's war heroes. The heavy doors and marble/stone walls make this an excellent fortification.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 20, 2009 10:50:01 GMT -5
The rain beat down gently on the paved road as Jim headed toward the designated rendezvous. Fires and lightening lit up the night sky. Ungodly moans, piercing screams, and constant gunfire filled the air along with the stench of gunpowder and death. Jim had been to France once when he was younger, and this was nothing like the France he remembered.
"We've got a lead in France. Some sort of bioweapons trade. We think T-Virus is involved, and we think that the terrorists responsible for the current outbreak may be involved as well. You'll meet up with an agent at a house across from the Pantheon. Here's the address. And remember, keep frosty, the place is a warzone."
Jim kept thinking back to the plane ride over here. Only ten hours ago, he had been relaxing at a beach in California, waiting to go on a date with a very cute girl. Now, he was in a combat zone. Different APCs driving back and forth from random checkpoints, soldiers drilling outside the "safe" zones, sh!t, a civilian even begged him not to go out there. She said, "God has abandoned this city," or something. Either way, he had a job to do, with or without God on his side.
"This is as far as we go," the driver said, throwing on the brakes. "I have strict orders not to advance beyond this point unless in case of an extreme emergency, which this is not. Just follow this road East for a while, and you'll come to the Pantheon. The house you're looking for is right across from the entrance. Good luck, you'll need it."
Jim hopped out of the truck and watched it speed away. He could see a couple of the typical zombies shuffling around, none close enough to pose a threat.
"Here goes nothing," Jim muttered, as he checked his guns.
Once he made sure everything was in working condition, Jim head East toward the Pantheon.
"That's it," Jim sighed as he came up to the house. By taking a lot of the back alleys and such, he had been able to evade most of the zombies, conserving a lot of his ammo. He knocked. The door opened as soon as his hand touched the wood.
Instantly, Jim knew something was wrong. No one, especially a well-trained agent, would leave the front door open in a situation like this.
Jim unholstered his M1911 and flipped his shoulder light on.
"Agent Gomez?" Jim shouted, sweeping the entrance room. "Agent Gomez! It's Agent Spina!"
"Mothership, this is Nomad Oh-Seven. No signs of rendesvous. You sure you gave me the right address?"
"Yeah, positive Nomad. Continue sweeping the house. He may be asleep."
"Copy that." And that's when he heard it. A wet, sloshing sound from upstairs.
"Gomez?" Jim shouted up. Something was definitely wrong. "Agent Gomez, is that you?"
Jim headed toward the stairs and headed up. There, in front of him, was a single door from which the sloshing was coming from.
"Gomez! Open the door!" Jim demanded, pointing the M1911 at the door. Then, there was nothing.
"Gomez?"
Crash! The door flew open and (what remained of) Agent Gomez rushed out at Jim. Jim fired off two rounds, catching Gomez in the shoulder and torso before Gomez crashed into Spina, knocking him over the railing onto the ground below.
"Jesus Christ!" Jim exclaimed as he landed on his back. There was a slight cracking sound near his spine, and he had a slight concussion, but no major damage.
Once he had recovered, Jim remembered the danger he was in, and just in time. Jim rolled to the side as a flash of light came swiping down at him, cutting through the tiles.
Jim got to his feet and switched the laser sight on just as Gomez dropped from the ceiling. Standing (more or less) in front of Jim was Gomez, only, it wasn't Gomez any more. He'd been changed. If it wasn't for the scraps of a BSAA uniform on his back, no one would be able to tell him apart from the rest of the zombies walking around.
"This is why I work alone," Jim sighed, lining up the laser with Gomez's head. "Goodbye."
Jim squeezed a round off just as Gomez charged him. The bullet cut clean through Gomez's skull and into the wall behind him, leaving Gomez twitching on the floor a few feet in front of Jim.
"Mothership, this is Nomad Oh-Seven. Agent Gomez is down. No need for an evac. Over."
"Nomad Oh-Seven, this is Mothership, copy that. What happened?"
Jim walked over to Gomez and kneeled down. He flipped the body over with the barrel of his pistol and examined Gomez's body.
"He was infected. Must have been a long time by the way it's progressed. He's almost in the "Licker"..."
Jim stood up as he heard moaning emanating from behind him. The door! He'd forgotten to close the door. Jim turned around just to see a zombie grab his shoulder. Jim reached out with his hand and grabbed the zombie just in time to stop it from biting him. The two struggled for a couple moments before Jim could place the muzzle to its head and fire a round off.
As the first zombie dropped, Jim could see the house was already filling up with more of them. He had only one option. Upstairs.
Jim ran up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him and threw the door. He ran a quick sweep of the room to make sure nothing was in there besides himself; then locked the door.
"Repeat, we didn't catch the end of your transmission. Please respond. Over."
"This is Nomad Oh-Seven. Hostiles have overwhelmed the house. I'm surrounded and trapped on the second floor of the rendezvous. Over."
"Get out of there!"
There wasn't much of a choice. The rain came in through the broken window (probably the place whatever Gomez had been infected by entered) and beat against Jim's face. It was time to get moving.
Jim ran over to the window, checking to make sure there wasn't a group of zombies below him, and jumped.
He landed cleanly, with minimal pain in his ankle. Not waiting to see what was behind him, Jim took off across the street and toward the entrance to the Pantheon.
"Come on, come on," Jim repeated, frustratedly, as he tried to pick the lock open. "There we go!" Jim pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. It was barred from the other side.
"Son of a b!tch!" Jim yelled, punching the door. He turned around to see how close the zombies were. Too close.
He had to do something, or he'd be zombie food in no time. He looked around the wall of the Pantheon until he spotted it. An open window. Holstering his pistol, Jim began scaling the building until he reached the window.
"Mothership, this is Nomad Oh-Seven. I've successfully evaded the hostiles and am holing up in the Pantheon. Over."
Jim searched the room he was in as he waited for the reply. He didn't feel like being taking off gaurd again.
"Nomad Oh-Seven, we copy. Hang tight and wait for further orders. Over."
Things were bad, Jim knew that. How bad, though, he had yet to find out. But, he could worry about that later. For now, he'd do as they said. Hang tight and wait for further orders.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 20, 2009 20:11:00 GMT -5
The streets were hell for Emily to run down. Her current clothes were easier to move in than her hospital gown, but they also added a little bit more weight to her body. She saw plenty of the monsters from the hospital and one of them actually managed to grab a hold of her arm. Had she not used her moves she learned from Ribbon Dancing, she would have been bitten and possibly torn apart.
The road on the way to her neighborhood was blocked off by cars and rubble. There was no way she would be able to make it home without help or without taking a long shortcut around a few blocks just to be back on the right track. All she heard was moaning and screaming as she ran, but she couldn't stop even after her body was demanding rest.
Finally, she found the Pantheon in the distance. Papa used to talk about it all time both when she lived Greece and when she first came to live in Paris. Maman used to tell her, Jack, and Andre that if they were ever in trouble and they couldn't make it to the cathedral, the Pantheon would be the best place to hide for safety. Nothing evil ever got into those places, she used to say. Zombies followed her and, though theyw ere not faster than she, Emily couldn't help but to notice that they were within reaching length of grabbing a hold of her.
With some of the strength she had left, Emily grabbed one of the doors of the Pantheon and ripped it open. After running inside, her body slammed it shut with a loud BANG before a zombie could get her. She let out some deep breaths. All the running was something she shouldn't have done. It was rewriting her death sentence and her body almost couldn't handle it.
When she got enough strength, she began to walk into the large room. Her light footsteps barely made a sound.
"ÃåéÜ óïõ?" Emily stopped when she finished shouting what she just said. It was unlikely that anybody would know what she just shouted, so she tried again in French, "Est-ce que n'importe qui est ici ?" Hopefully a real person would answer.
ooc: Here are the translations: ÃåéÜ óïõ? = Hello? (Greek) Est-ce que n'importe qui est ici? = Is anyone here? (French)
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 20, 2009 21:16:44 GMT -5
BANG!
Jim spun around and aimed his 1911 down the corridor towards the antechamber. The sound of footsteps could be heard.
Jim flicked his flashlight off and waited until he could distinguish who (or what) was making these noises.
"ειά σου?"
"Greek?" Jim muttered. He shook off his stupor (he hadn't had to speak Greek in a long time) and tried to think up some common phrases.
"Uh...mείνετε εκεί που είστε!" he shouted out. He knew the girl (he could tell by her voice) would probably be unsure about this command, but hopefully she would trust him enough considering he could talk, and he could speak Greek.
Jim raised his pistol toward the ceiling (but he didn't holster it, just in case) and took off at a jog toward the antechamber. He nearly ran straight into the young (very young) girl.
"Μην φοβάστε, είμαι 'BSAA'!" Jim exclaimed, holding his gun away in a friendly gesture. He then flashed his shoulder emblem at her. "BSAA. Καταλαβαίνω?"
Jim knew the girl was probably somewhat shocked (if not frightened) to see him (especially since she was so young), so he tried to keep his voice as friendly as possible (which was hard considering he had forgotten a lot of his Greek over the years.) He decided it would be best to try and speak in a more natural tongue.
"Μιλάτε αγγλικά?" Jim asked. "ή Ιταλικά?"
(OOC: I don't know how fluent your Greek is, so I'll post the translations. Mine's pretty god awful, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
"mείνετε εκεί που είστε!" = "Stay where you are!"
"Μην φοβάστε, είμαι 'BSAA'!" = "Do not be afraid, I am 'BSAA'!"
"BSAA. Καταλαβαίνω?" = "BSAA. Understand?"
"Μιλάτε αγγλικά? ή Ιταλικά?" = "Do you speak English? Or Italian?")
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 21, 2009 6:51:05 GMT -5
ooc: I actually don't know a word of Greek. I had to look online for some simple translations so I'm too sure if they're accurate or not. However, it is required for you to put a translation down if you're saying a sentence in a different language.
Okay, due to the fact that I also don't speak any French and I don't want to go online for translations, if you see a sentence said by Emily in red, it means that it's in pure French. And now, back to the RP...
When she turned her head up at the person, she was shocked at first, but had a feeling that he wasn't going to hurt her even though he started to point a gun at her and didn't put it away. He did speak Greek rather well in her opinion, but it didn't seem like he liked using it. Unfortunately, her English was not that good and she didn't know any word of Italian.
"I...speak little English." it took her about thirty seconds to say that one incomplete sentence in English. Not good and if the man didn't speak French fluently, then there would be major problems with communication. She tried again with another sentence, "What is 'BSAA'?"
Before she could get an answer, she heard pounding against the walls of the Pantheon. Whatever tried to get her before was trying again and possibly the man inside. Her language quickly changed from the broken English to pure French, "What's going on? What's happening out there?" It was going to be nearly impossible for them to get inside, but what if they got to somebody else she loved: her friends, her parents, her brothers?
Her hand that had an IV into it suddenly started to hurt and caused her to hiss in pain and grab it with her good hand. She looked down at it. No blood, but it looked like a bruise was going to start forming soon. She quickly shook off the pain and smiled brightly so she wouldn't be given suspicion, though it was likely too late. She translated her French sentence the best she could, "What is out there?"
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 21, 2009 10:25:47 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh, didn't know about the translations. Make's sense, though. And good idea about the "red" idea.)
"I...speak little English," the girl replied to his question. And, he could tell she didn't know Italian, otherwise she would have spoken it.
"Wonderful," he muttered. If she had known Spanish or something, at least he could get the gist of what she was saying. But French was too different from Italian. It'd be near impossible.
"What's BSAA?"
Jim looked at her and tried to think of a way to explain it to her. He was about to open his mouth, when a loud banging eminated from outside the Pantheon. Jim turned around in a start and pointed his pistol at the source of the sound.
The little girl shouted something in French, but Jim couldn't understand it. Even if he had heard her, he probably still wouldn't have picked up on it. He was too concentrated on what was outside.
After the sound had subsided, he heard the little girl speak.
"What is out there?"
Jim scratched his chin. Would she understand "BOW"? Would he even want to tell her about BOWs, anyways? In the end, he decided he should contact HQ.
"One minute," Jim said, holstering his gun. He walked a few feet away and flipped on his comm.
"Mothership, this is Nomad Oh-Seven. I've come into contact with a little girl, approximately 12 or 13 years of age. She's alone and unharmed. We also have an unidentified BOW outside the Pantheon who's tryin' like H@ll to get in. Much bigger than your typical zombie by the sound of it. What are you orders? Over."
Jim stood there for a minute, staring at the barred door of the Pantheon. While this place would offer some protection, those things would break in before no time. They had to get out of there.
"Nomad, this is Mothership. You'll have to find somewhere to drop her off. You still have a mission to complete. Over."
Jim looked up at the ceiling, half in dismay; half in anger.
"With all respect, Matheson, that's bullsh!t and you know it. Our only lead is dead, we have no idea where to go next, this mission is f**ked! The least I can do is help this little girl out! Jesus, I don't even know if she has parents or not!"
"God D@mmit, Nomad! We're not on a secure channel, we already talked about no names!....Anyways, the mission may not be a complete failure. We just got a message saying the French police have spotted a suspicious person near the Cavalerie Building. When they tried to apprehend him, he ran off. Get to the Cavalerie Building and find out where this man headed. We'll upload coordinates to you now."
"And the girl?"
The line was silent for a second; then Matheson responded.
"Do what you want with her. Just remember, the mission comes first. Over."
Jim clicked off his comm. and walked back to the girl.
"Uh...do you have parents?" Jim asked, trying to talk as slow as possible so she could follow. "or brothers?" That's when he realized he hadn't asked her for her name.
"Oh...um...my name is 'Jim'," he said, speaking slowly once again. "What is your name?"
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 23, 2009 5:11:32 GMT -5
Emily smiled happily and reached out her hand for him to shake it. It was what most Americans or Englishmen did, right? "Nice to meet you!I am Emily Ryan." This was the easiest sentence to say in English. It was the first real sentence she learned at school. It was also the most exciting one. She loved meeting new people-nice people.
With her hand still in front of her, waiting for either Jim to shake it or smack it away if he was displeased, she responded about her parents. Certainly she had them but getting to them was impossible. The rubble in the road made sure of that.
"I have Maman and Papa and two brothers." Emily spoke slowly as she tried to get the words out, "I try to go home but the roads were bad. I do not know who is home." She paused for a second after she thought about what she said. It scared her. They didn't pick her up at the hospital and didn't try to call her so how was she supposed to know if they were fine or not.
"Can you help? I will help you if you will help me." she said slowly. Her help was likely going to be denied, but she knew it couldn't hurt to ask. She heard the banging outside and it still scared her. "Please, I don't want to be left alone." she begged.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 23, 2009 8:35:13 GMT -5
So, her name was Emily. Nice name.
"It's a pleasure," Jim said warmly, gently shaking her hand.
"I have Maman and Papa and two brothers. I try to go home but the roads were bad. I do not know who is home."
Jim looked at her for a moment. At least her family was a confirmed KIA. He didn't have much hope if Emily didn't even know where they were, but it was possible they were able to make it to one of the few safepoints around the city.
"Can you help? I will help you if you will help me."
Jim looked back at the little girl. She looked scared as H@ll, and Jim couldn't blame her. Paris had become to look like one of the Nine Circles of H@ll.
As he was about to reply, the banging came back, followed by Emily saying something in French.
"Don't worry," Jim assured her, "You can come. We are going to 'Le Cavalerie'. Understand?" Jim wasn't sure whether or not you'd but "Le" or some other article in front of it, but it didn't matter. As long as she understood that they were heading to the Cavalerie building, he'd be happy.
Jim turned around and looked down the different hallways branching off from the antechamber. They couldn't go out through the front door (too many zombies) or through the door Emily came through (Jim didn't feel like facing whatever was making that noise.) They'd have to find an emergency exit.
After flicking on his shoulderlight and making sure his video recorder was still transmitting to HQ, he unholstered his pistol and checked to make sure it was still operating efficiently. Then he remembered Emily. He wanted to give her something in case they got seperated, but didn't know what. His 1911 and HK416 were too powerful for her. It'd knock her over. The KA-Bar was too big and unwieldly for her.
"The X26!" Jim muttered, reaching into his utility belt. He grabbed the little black device and handed it to Emily.
"Here. This is a 'tazer'. You fire it just like a pistol. Then, after you shoot it, if you still need to use it, just popped it out, like this," Jim showed her how to put the tazer into "Drive Mode". "Okay?"
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 29, 2009 3:50:21 GMT -5
Emily's eyes lit up when she heard the name "Cavalerie". She knew where it was and chances were that it might be safer, not to mention the fact that she knew where it was. She'd walked by it with friends on the days she could go outside. "Oui! I know where Cavalerie is." she said to show that she understood what he said. She was now ready to go. Papa might have gone there and taken her brothers along with them just to be safe. She might be able to see them.
Emily then took hold of the tazer in her thin hands and raised an eyebrow as she looked at it. It was one of the many things she'd never got to hold before. It was also something she'd never seen before. There was something she didn't quite understand about what she was just given. "What does this do?" she asked as clearly as she could, afraid to touch a wrong thing and cause something bad to happen.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 29, 2009 10:44:28 GMT -5
"Oui! I know where the Cavalerie is!"
Jim let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, good. You can help me find it," he laughed. Once they got there, he could drop the girl off and continue with his mission. Things were starting to look up.
"What does this do?"
"Oh, sorry, here."
After being in the military so long, he had kinda forgotten that some people don't know about guns. He had kinda taken it for granted.
"So, all you do is aim it." Jim pointed the gun at a nearby statue. "And pull the trigger."
The charge shot across the room and caught the statue above the waist. A distinct clicking sound could be heard as the gun sent electricity down the line.
"Now, if it is a human you use it against," Jim said, putting another charge pack into it. "Count to about 3 before cutting off the voltage. If it is something else, hold it down until it starts smoking. Okay?"
Jim popped out the "Drive Mode" part of the tazer and held it in front of her.
"This has the same idea, but you can't shoot it. It's more like a knife." Jim got in a stance and showed her how to use the tazer in this mode. "Just prod them with these metal prongs and hold it there until they fall over. If it's something other than a human, just do it till they start smoking. Like before."
Jim reassembled the gun and handed to her.
"I don't think you'll have to use it, but just in case."
After giving Emily a crash course in weapons training, he looked around the Pantheon. Now, the hard part. Zombies were crowding around the front door, something (something big) was around the door Emily came in, and who knew what was on the side of any other doors? There had to be a better way out of here.
"Emily, is there an emergency exit?" Jim asked, trying as much to demonstrate what he was saying with his hands in case she couldn't understand him. "Or an underground exit?"
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Post by Taylor Fote on Jul 31, 2009 20:34:46 GMT -5
[Edit: My post was crap when I first wrote it. Doing the same thing, just with more detail.]
Taylor listened to the steady dropping of rain on top of the sedan. It was one of his favorite sounds. He looked out at Paris in the rain, trying to find something romantic about his situation; a good story to tell to women. It was soon offset by one of his less favorite sounds: the radio buzzing to life.
"Fote? Can you hear me?" the voice asked.
Taylor sighed and responded "Yeah, I'm reading you. Whats the mission?"
The voice came back on the line. "From now on your callsign is Nomad Oh-Eight. Your mission is to reinforce BSAA Agent Jack Spina. We received word from him that his contact, one Agent Gomez, was infected upon arrival. The hostile presence in the area is too great for a single operative."
Taylor nodded as the voice gave him the new radio frequency. Before he switched, the voice added "Its not a secure line. No names, got it?"
He switched to the new frequency without answering. The driver pointed out the window and Taylor stepped out, surveying the building. He saw a mass against the door. The driver saw it too and peeled out, burning rubber as he sped away.
The mass started moving and turned towards Taylor. A crack of lightning from the incoming thunderstorm lit them up. Zombies. They made for him, all shambling at different speeds depending on the rigor. Taylor deceided to conserve ammo and evade. He scanned the building for an alternate entrance. He saw an open window, but deceided they would follow him in through there.
'Guess I'll be going through the door then..' thought Taylor as he waited until they were closer to him than the heavy doors. He fired one round through the first zombie's skull, brain matter splashing onto the undead behind it. Taylor took off in a sprint, moving around the zombies as they spun slowly after him. As he made for the door, the ones in the back lunged for him. Taylor felt one grab his left arm, with SIG in hand. Instictively, he snatched his machete from its holster and lopped off the thing's arm, turning again and moving to the door. Halfway there, he thought he heard something to his right. Taylor whipped his SIG around, aiming carefully. Lightning flashed once again, illuminating the shadow of something big. He didn't wait to see what it was.
Taylor made it to the door, pulling it open and slipping inside before closing it with a bang. It echoed through the old building, and Taylor cursed before turning the radio on. "Nomad Oh-Seven, this is Nomad Oh-Eight. I am your reinforcement for this operation. I have just entered the Pantheon. Whats your location, over."
Taylor strained his eyes to examine the space in front of him, ensuring that he would not have any surprises. He found it ironic that instead of looking at the war heros of France, he was looking for a live person at the Pantheon. At least he assumed Spina was alive. He leaned against the wall, weapon aimed down the corridor, awaiting any responce from Spina before moving forward.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 1, 2009 18:18:21 GMT -5
Bang!
Instinctively unholstering his pistol, Jim turned around to see if he could spot anything.
"Stay here," Jim ordered Emily, not even turning around to look if she understood him.
As he began walking out of the antechamber and toward the corridor he had entered from, his radio cackled to life.
"Nomad Oh-Seven, this is Nomad Oh-Eight. I am your reinforcement for this operation. I have just entered the Pantheon. Whats your location, over."
"Reinforcements? God d@mmit..."
Jim didn't even respond to his new "partner". First, he contacted HQ.
"What the f**k is this?" Jim hissed, trying to keep his voice down. "I said I didn't want a f**kin' partner! He's just gonna f**k things up!"
"Nomad, things are out of control down there," Matheson responded. "You can't handle it by yourself, especially not while babysitting a little girl! Besides, the kid needs training and who better to train him than you?"
"Training? Don't tell me this is a rookie!"
"Hey, he's fine. He's ex-Ranger. Very high marks. Even had to do a mission in Kuwait against Plagas. Besides, he's a medic! If something happens to you out there, who's gonna take care of you?"
"I can take care of myself, God d@mmit!"
The line went silent for a second. By now, the new agent probably had heard him, but Jim didn't care. He wanted to get things sorted out.
"Hey, man," Matheson finally responded. "If you won't do this as an order, do it as a favor. To me. I'm worried about yah, man. You've been on vacation for awhile and now they think you'll be able to handle World War III all by yourself. All you'll be doing is some zombie killing, no Kennedy Report sh!t or anything. You'll have someone to guard your back, and he'll get some much needed training. Just do it, for me...."
Jim bit his lip. He couldn't refuse Matheson. They were like brothers. Sh!t, the man had done a lot for him.
"Alright," Jim finally replied, bitterly. "But only if you grow some balls. You sound like my f**kin' wife."
"Ha, ha, ha. No problem," Matheson chuckled. "Oh! And don't go treating him like a little kid. He's 28, just like you. So no macho bullsh!t, kay?"
"He's a rook, so he's a kid to me."
After the line went silent, Jim sighed and holstered his 1911. Time to roll out the welcome mat.
"Don't shoot, name's Agent James Spina." Jim shouted as he was about to round the corner from where Fote was presumably standing.
After warning him, Spina poked his head around the corner and saw him.
"You must be my back-up," Spina sighed, walking up to Fote. "Like I said, I'm Jim. Now, you wouldn't happen to speak French, would yah?"
Jim waited a second; then shook his head.
"You know what? It doesn't matter," he muttered. "If you can, great. But it doesn't matter. Follow me."
Without even looking to see if he was following, Jim took off toward Emily and began filling Fote in on the details.
"Well, as you could probably see, this place is a f**kin' warzone. Our orders are to apprehend a certain weapons dealer we believe may be selling T-Virus samples here in Paris. Right now, my only lead is a couple cops over the Cavalerie Building that said they saw a suspicious person walking around."
They quickly made it back to Emily, and Jim pointed to her.
"That's Emily," he sighed, sitting down on a column and putting some chew in his mouth. "I'll let you introduce yourself. Oh, and she only speaks a little English. Mostly French and Greek, I'm guessing."
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Post by Taylor Fote on Aug 2, 2009 12:54:44 GMT -5
Taylor had, of course, followed Spina back to Emily. He had also overheard the ending of Jim's conversation with HQ. Taylor didn't realize that veteran BSAA agents regarded new guys, no matter what their background, as rooks. At first he was a little offended, but he figured he'd act the same way, as he had to new Rangers, or interns at the hospital. Before he rounded the corner, he took one last look at the strong doors of the Pantheon, hoping they would hold until they were long gone.
"My name's Taylor Fote, and I do speak a little bit of French." said Taylor, smiling at Emily before facing Spina. "That's all we got?" he asked cocking his eyebrow before shrugging. "Ah well, sometimes s*** goes down like that. Do we know where the Cavalerie Building is?"
Again, Taylor wished for the GPS they had used in the Rangers. They knew the landscape before they were even out of the helicopter back then. Taylor couldn't help but feel a bit in the dark without it.
Taylor usually got a good feel for someone after exchanging a few words. Jim screamed Marine to Taylor, having known many in his life, however he didn't seem like the type to harbor any resentment towards the Army. He seemed like the type Taylor could get along with, although he didn't know how Jim would react to him. Taylor knew his personality was not for everyone.
As he awaited Jim's response, Taylor deceided to introduce himself to Emily. He tried to recall the french classes he took. School, the Army, and even the hospital had made him take language classes. He was fluent in Polish, skilled in Spanish, average in Arabic and French, and he knew some basic phrases in a couple other languages.
"Bonjour, mon nom est Taylor."* he said, holding out his hand to the young woman "Agréable de vous rencontrer Emily."**
Taylor's first impression of Emily was that she was a scared little girl who probably missed her family. However, Taylor also knew that your first impressions could be blown out of the water later on. He didn't want to stick a trait on her just yet. People had often surprised him. Taylor did notice that she didn't look like a local of Paris, more Mediteranian. He doubted she'd know where the Cavalerie Building was. Although he was prepared to be surprised.
(Translation:
*Hello, my name is Taylor.
**Nice to meet you Emily)
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Post by Escachick357 on Aug 2, 2009 17:41:16 GMT -5
ooc: sorry if this is short. My next one will be better. Whatever's in red is what Emily's saying in French.
Emily smiled and shook his hand as strongly as she could. Finally! Somebody that she could easily understand...not that Jim was impossible to understand or anything. "It's nice to meet you, too!" she said happily.
Emily then turned her attention back at Jim so she could answer his questions. Though she was still smiling, she shook her head and answered truthfully, "I have only come here one time. I only know the front door." It really was the truth. The only time she came was for a school field trip a few months ago. If Papa was here, things would be easier to get through.
The girl paused for a moment before starting up again, "I know a quick way to Cavalerie, through alleys." This was only partially true. She did know another way to get to Cavalerie through alleys, but wasn't sure if it would waste or save time. She ran to a window and began to look out the window closest to the ground to see if using her way might be too difficult.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 2, 2009 18:51:11 GMT -5
(Don't worry about it.)
Jim watched as Emily and Fote interacted briefly in French. At least this rook could bring something to the table instead of being dead weight.
"I have only come here one time. I only know the front door."
The girl paused for a moment before starting up again, "I know a quick way to Cavalerie, through alleys."
Jim followed the girl with his eyes as she walked over to the window. He didn't know about that. The alleyways would probably be less crowded, but they'd also be more narrow. If they got trapped in one, they would have a hard time escaping. Either way, they had to get going.
"Well, I guess we'll figure out a way once we get out of here," Jim sighed as he grabbed his GPS. He punched in a couple buttons before looking North from the building.
"It says the Cavalerie is to the North of here," he muttered, sticking the GPS back into his utility belt. "So, our best bet is probably to do as Emily said and stick to the alleys. We'll just stay off the main roads and head north until we start seeing signs pointing to the Cavalerie. That sound good?"
Jim looked up at the ceiling and all around them. There were four hallways branching out of the antechamber (one of which led to the front door.) The other three were mysteries.
"But, before that, we gotta get out of here." Jim turned to Fote. "Here, I'll let you get a little training in leadership. I'm gonna let you choose which hallways you take. Also," he then pointed to Emily. "If you could translate for her if she needs help, I'd appreciate it."
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