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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:47:46 GMT -5
Information: Planes frequent this airport, most of the time it's mainly tourists coming in and out of the place but there are often business jets and Cessna’s taking off for personal gain and hobbies. The military recently moved in to take control of the area and a heavy barrier around it to block off the rest of the city.
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Post by Xavier on Feb 1, 2009 19:15:51 GMT -5
Xavier drove up to the Airport being stopped by Military personal. Xavier showed them the ID he used to get inside his Father's company's building. They scanned him and then waved him though. David followed the signs that had something about flying with a car and ended up at a very big plane that had a door for cars. There was one other car in it and space for another. Xavier showed his ID again, got scanned again, and was waved though.
Once Xavier's car was parked it was locked into place and Xavier was asked to sit in one of the chair's that lined the inside. The plane took off shortly afterwards to Xavier the destination was unknown.
(Xavier is now at the Raccoon City Airport)
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Post by Taylor Fote on Jul 26, 2009 12:19:02 GMT -5
Taylor checked and rechecked his SIG, which was laying across his lap as he sat in the helicopter, looking out over the city of Chicago. He had visited the city many times, seeing Sox and Cubs games with his family, visiting his grandparents, he remembered wanting to move to the city. The thought was now farthest from most people's minds. Taylor saw O'Hare airport, the helicopter drawing closer.
"Your mission is to travel to Raccoon City and help with the military effort there." Taylor's contact with the BSAA, a woman named Beth, handed him a folder with the details. "Since your a new agent, we want to keep you close by, just in case. I'd assume you know the basic layout of the city, if the birthplace in your file is correct.." Beth trailed off, indicating it was a question.
"Yeah, born and raised in the ignorant bliss of Umbrella's shadow." Taylor muttered, turning his gaze to Beth, his eyes resting on hers.
"Yes, well, you can see in your folder that we don't know exactly what they'll have you do, but we assume it will be to help contain the virus, prevent any infected from breaching the quarentine perimeter."
Taylor nodded, not really listening. He knew what he'd have to do. Why else would they send him to hell on earth? 'I guess being born in RC is a death sentence in many ways' he thought as the helicopter touched down on a helipad near the runway. Taylor hopped off, checking the safety on his SIG as military personel came out to meet him. One man walked calmly up to him, the helicopter's rotors blowing his profile backwards as it took off. "You Fote, the BSAA guy?" he yelled over the roar of the chopper.
Taylor nodded and the man thumbed Taylor in the direction of a waiting plane. "We got you the first flight to Raccoon City. Took us a while, since no civilian pilots will even think about entering Raccoon Airspace, so we had to get some Air Force hotshot in here. The man escorted Taylor to the plane, a cessna far to big for one man and a pilot.
"You guys are really moving quickly getting me down to RC. You read my file?" The man nodded. "So your a Marine right? No Army man would speed another to their death."
The man laughed, a hearty, rumbling laugh. "Nope, National Guard. We don't give two sh!ts whether your Army or Marines. As long as we don't have to go, we're fine."
Taylor shook his head and stepped on the plane. The pilot made several jokes about going from the oven to hell before taking off. Taylor sighed and pulled out the folder. He'd read and re-read it several times before they got to Raccoon City Airport.
[Taylor is leaving O'Hare Airport and flying to Raccoon City Airport]
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Post by blackguy185 on Sept 7, 2009 19:42:40 GMT -5
After waking up from his sleep Dallas hadn't noticed how bad he had needed the rest. After searching the warehouse district high and low Dallas hadn't found any transportation nor supplies that could help him in anyway. Dallas found his way to the Airport after walking for more than 4 hours but the air port had security and security wouldn't let him on board a plane with his guns and other items that deemed hazardous to a plane so Dallas decided to find another way in. "This is going be tough" said Dallas looking for another way to get into the airport after surveying for more than 5 minutes Dallas saw what looked like to be a weak spot in the barrier put up by the military. " Time to get the f**k out of here" said Dallas as he snuck around to the point of entry for his use. Dallas used his athletic abilities to jump over the barrier to find no security anywhere around to stop him. " Kinda of odd i think" said Dallas as he jogged toward a private Jet which looked to be starting up and leaving. Dallas walked up the Jets stairs and was greeted by a flight attend who said " Lucky man we were just taking off were heading to Raccoon city" Dallas didn't care where he'd went as long as he could get out of Chicago.
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Post by KidBushido on Aug 19, 2010 17:34:02 GMT -5
Chicago has always had a traffic problems, so making his way out to O'Hale in a car was a task. He had to stop in a car blockade 5 miles from the airport and basically ran and blasted his way to the military base. When he made it immediately guns were pointed "STOP RIGHT THERE!" screamed a soldier behind a gate. Eli raised his hands and saw that not one zombie made it this far, he could see dead bodies all over the gate, they must be using silencers. "I'm Staff Sgt. Elijah Leak reporting for duty." the man calls it on his walkie talkie and instantly salutes. "Sorry Sir!" he opens the gate and Eli is greeted by soldiers and led into a room. After an hour of debriefing the Colonel commanding the base orders Eli back into duty, he argues that his service time is almost up and that he's done, but in the end is forced to 're-enlist' even though no active government is in place. While he's led to the barracks by a soldier he's able to convince the man that this place is doomed and to flee with him. "Really, it's doomed?" says PFC Drake Graham. "Yeah man, come with me to a real safe zone." he says as they stop and converse. "...Okay let me get my girl first. But let's hit up the armory first." Eli nods and they slightly enter the armory to grab weapons. Eli left his Beretta behind so he grabs a new one and 3 more mags arming him with 10 Mags all together. He picks up an M-16 and stuffs two clips into his backpack before holding the handle of his new machine gun. The PFC grabs a bag and just stuffs ammos and two pistols into it before grabbing a shotgun. They rush to a civilian holding zone and Eli tells a Private guarding the place that he needs to talk to Samantha Inglewood. They grab her while Drake tells her the situation. They reach a small airplane in which Eli begins to refill while the PFC stands guard. Once filled Eli starts it catching some attention, while he starts the takeoff soldiers begin shooting and the PFC returns fire. Eli starts to drive off while the gunfire continues, allowing the jet to take minor damage to the landing gear. The PFC manages to hold off the attackers while hanging out the window and they manage to escape. ((Sorry too lazy to do a better job lol))
*exit to Las Vegas*
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 10, 2012 11:45:55 GMT -5
December 21st, 2013 A man had been fleeing the streets of Chicago, a heft creature, bigger than the man himself had given pursuit. The agent had seen them before. During his days at B.S.A.A. S.T.A.R.S. and again at the mall now he'd found another one roaming the snowy streets of Illinois. The creature had been a T-103 Tyrant, who'd thunk they still existed. Tricell apparently had backup copies that Umbrella left behind. Either way, Jake needed to escape and quickly. Taking a Tyrant out on his own wasn't a smart thing to do. The B.S.A.A. Agent eventually came to a crossroads between a street that lead to the airport and a street that lead to the city. Nearby, there'd been an alleyway with several dumpsters topped with snow. The agent immediately made the decision to take off into the alleyway where he'd slammed his arms into the pile of snow and threw it off one of the dumpsters, climbing inside and shutting the thing closed on himself partially. He waited for a moment, his heart beating repetitively. He was able to see a little bit out and waited patiently yet anxiously to see the creature leave. After a few moments of anxiety, he'd seen the creature run passed in the direction of the city to pursue it's threat further. The B.S.A.A. agent waited another moment after, recollecting himself before climbing out of the dumpster and onto the snow covered cement of the alley. He'd straightened himself up, dusting his jacket and pants off and readjusting his gear. Turning around to reach back into the dumpster, he'd collected his shotgun and slung it over his shoulder, allowing the dumpster top to slam close. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Heh...dumpster saved my life again. It's practically the B.S.A.A.s main source of convenience." he joked a little to himself. Finally, he'd emerged from the alleyway and began making his way to the airport where he knew a military checkpoint had been set up. It was best that he'd get a little more intel on the base here before diving into the hellfire himself. [Jake Farlund has entered the Airport]
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Post by Winters on Oct 10, 2012 17:16:02 GMT -5
"...No! Stop!" The woman yelled out along the runway, even though she knew that nobody would hear here inside the plane, nor would they bother stopped at this point. The last plane took off, leaving the remainder of the checkpoint to fend for themselves. They were going to Canada, where it would be safe in the winter. Chicago got cold, and pretty snowy, but not nearly as much. It was the larger BOW they had to worry about now, and the cold elements. Sherry seen the handful of walkers following not too far behind her, but they were so beat up, they would cause a threat even if they tried grabbing onto her.
"Get back inside, the plane wouldve attracted a whole bunch of em here." The small group finally sat down at the terminal, waiting for somebody else to talk. That was their last flight to Canada, getting there now would be impossible. The BSAA themselves werent even here, or at least not anymore. It was just Sherry and the fifteen others, who were all ****ed off about the plane leaving them.
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Chicago had been taken less then two weeks ago, something new, mixed with something old. The BSAA, or at least Sherrys branch, didnt have intel on them, and at this rate, probably wouldnt anytime soon. If the plane did make it through the storm, it would mean finding safety in Canada, getting setup, and then making another run back just for them. Whoever flew they plane would have to make that call. So for the next week, they were here in Chicago, and the O'Hare Checkpoint was theres for the keeping. Others would find the place, they would be filled with lots of people looking for a plane within a matter of days. There wasnt enough food, that was for sure. Unless they pitched in, made some runs, and played this out smart. For some, it would be their first time. Others, maybe theyll have a little more experience. Sherry volunteered.
"Alright, Katie, you and him round up the people around the airport and keep them away from the window. Im sure the cafeteria is already looted, but see if you can find anything at all, and ration it..." Sherry knew that her friend Katie would be good for the job, but the other guy, who never given her his name yet, seemed like he was willing to help. Otherwise, he wouldve been among the crowd, looting, or off on his own. "Ill be back in before the storm comes, I promise." Katie instantly ran off, knowing she would be back. But Barry looked at the BSAA woman, and spoke out before slowly walking off. "Dont get yerself killed, otherwise I just might have to lead these people myself." And with that, Sherry left the building via Emergency Exit, and into the side parking lot.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 10, 2012 20:43:04 GMT -5
Jake had been right outside the airport parking lot when he'd seen the airplane taking off. He flew overhead, creating a loud whooshing noise and heavy, frigid, wind gushing down on Jake. The agent cringed and squinted his eyes, covering his head as he watched it go by.
"That's weird...these planes aren't supposed to be moved unless necessary..." he said to himself. That must've meant something had gone wrong. The sudden shuffling and then the various car alarms had caught his attention. Spinning on his heel, he'd seen a handful of walkers shuffling between the cars to get to him.
Unholstering his sidearm, he'd sent a string of shots, picking off the first three of them. He'd glanced over to see the elevator lights were still on. He had experience with them and zombies, so instead he'd have to find the stairs to take him to the skybridge that'd take him to the airport. For now, he'd have to maneuver around the small crowd to get to the staircase.
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Post by Winters on Oct 10, 2012 21:15:25 GMT -5
Up the spiral parking garage, around the overpass, and finally to the bridge across the highway, Sherry was now almost as high up as the airport rooftop. Up there was quite a few turrets, fortified defenses, but she knew that all of the ammunition was either spent or ruined from the snow. The window was a lot stronger up here, and it was getting a bit hard to see with the blowing snow. Normally, up here would be cleared off, but nobody had done so since the infection spread. It wasnt all to deep, but her vision was distorted at long range, so she flipped her SMG to a close quarters sight.
After scoping out the bridge, it was all clear of infected. There couldnt be any under the snow, it wasnt that deep, and if there was any trace of them they would "leak" and stain the pure white cover. It was a lot easier to track them before they tracked you, same with the larger infected. The four legged freaks arent even able to survive this weather, so she wasnt worried about those. Sherry got to the bottom of the steps, and thats when she seen somebody in the distance. Whatever it was seen her too, because it disappeared to the side instantly afterwards. There hadnt been any vocal contact for the moment, and as much as she hated to be the first to give her position away, especially if it was an infected, the situation felt like human contact. "This is the BSAA, identify yourself."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 10, 2012 21:31:56 GMT -5
Jake had slid across the hood of an old beat up car, an infected stumbling into it, arm outstretched to catch him. When Jake got to the other side, he'd dropped the empty magazine in his handgun and felt around his vest pocket to find another, slipping it into the gun and taking a shot at it. The infected had gone down, the other few were caught inbetween several other parked cars.
When he'd moved behind a pillar to take cover, he'd seen the staircase just little ways away. As he did, the door to the case had swung open and a woman appeared in the door, an SMG in her grip. Not taking any chances, Jake slipped behind another pillar, glancing at the corpses then around at the woman.
"This is the BSAA, identify yourself."
Jake perked up a bit before moving upfront, arms up for a moment. "At ease, agent! I'm Jacob Farlund, B.S.A.A. Spec Ops," he responded.
"With your permission, I'd like to get the f*ck out of this garage fulla infected!"
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Post by Winters on Oct 10, 2012 21:44:44 GMT -5
Making a run for food was important, and now with another trained BSAA agent with them, it would be much easier holding down the fort. "Alright, but im going to the grocery story across the highway..." Pulling out her knife, the Agent kicked back one of the oncoming infected, and then stick a knife in the side of its head. "...My guess is that theres still food left, because ive seen running spot checks for days now..." Letting out two rounds, and infected in mid range went down, and she proceeded to run for the exit on the lower level. "...Double back to the checkpoint. We could use the help there."
Running off down the ramp, Sherry didnt expect the other Agent to follow her, and really wanted him back at the checkpoint to make sure things didnt get any worse, which she was sure they would without any real military support. But if he did decide to follow her, then it would make gathering supplies that much easier. Either way, his choice, she was on route to the grocery store not far from the Airport.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 10, 2012 22:18:11 GMT -5
Jake looked back at the emergency staircase then at the other agent whom was making her way passed the infected, apparently to get to the grocery store across the highway. Without a second thought, he'd wandered on after her, looking over at another pair of infected that were caught between two cars, pinning together.
"I think it's best you wait for a while," he told the woman, grasping her arm gently. "There's a T-103 out there, it's too dangerous to wander out there alone and to leave behind people here without our help," he told her.
"Besides, my partner is supposed to meet me here soon, he was gonna bring supplies," he told her.
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Post by Winters on Oct 10, 2012 22:51:15 GMT -5
Really feeling the urge to play hero, Sherry felt a little surprised by the agents idea. She wanted to go off anyways, but there was no way the man was going to lie to her. If other BSAA contacts were on their way, then the checkpoint would be good. Either way, they needed to get through another set of doors, because the exit doors she came from were blocked off now after the commotion. "Ill take your word for it, Farlund. Lets both double back now then onto the front entrance, head a few blocks around to the eastern concourse. We can get in through the pad, and make sure the opening is blocked off on our way through."
Sherry led the way, skipping down the ramp with her SMG forward, and then hopping the railing onto the sidewalk below. The two of them made their way back toward the airport diagonally, moving around the remaining parked cars that got in their way of the direct root. Maybe coming back sooner was a better idea, just in case the survivors couldnt work things out among themselves. If things did go sour, it would be her fault for leaving a civilian in charge, no matter how much shes seen in her years as a reporter.
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Back in the checkpoint, tensions began to rise. "Lets say we break out of here, get one of those busses, and take off to the next airport. Maybe we could still get out of here tonight, and then we wouldnt have to stay here in an airport." Katie was about to calm the people in the cafeteria down, but thats when the stranger stepped in and kept the peace. "Open those doors, your all dead. We stay here, and away from those things, until this help arrives." Two of the survivors in the group stepped up, one of them the person who spoke before about leaving on the bus. "Oh yeah? What makes you think your in charge around here? And whats stopping me from just shooting you down right here, right now?"
The man reached into his jacked, and pulled out a pistol that he took from one of the dead corpses last night. He was about to bring up to threaten the stranger further, but before he could even draw, the stranger had his gun up and hammer locked back. "Cause that would be a mistake, and you know it." Katie didnt want this to happen, things were starting to fall apart almost immediately, nobody was willing to stay put here, they were looking for somebody to lead them. The bus was their ticket out, but she wanted to stay and wait for the BSAA, because she knew that that would ensure their survival. Sure, they could take their chances with the bus, but if they got overrun, it would be th death of everybody.
Suddenly, another one of the survivors in the group pulled out a gun, and aimed it at the stranger from the side. Now, he didnt like having anybody else with guns around him, especially when the people holding them didnt know how to use them, which these two didnt. But the situation was heated instantly, and he had to act fact before the bullet started flying. Or rather, started flying in the wrong directions. The moment the lead survivor had brought up his gun, seemingly fearless of the stranger, the gunslinger fired two rounds in rapid succession, both hitting their targets, and dropping the survivors stepping out of line. The crowd finally rushed off in different directions, and it was chaos once again inside the airport.
In one instant, another survivor dove for one of the guns on the floor, but was gunned down instantly by the stranger with his forty four. "What the f**k did you do?! Wait until Sherry gets back, your done." Looking at Katie, the stranger spoke out in an angry tone. "How would you have handled the situation, missy? Getting shot by one of these rebels one of your goals for the day? Gimme a break and grab the guns, and lets make sure nobody else is going to try to shoot us before pointing fingers at who you think the bad guy is."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 11, 2012 12:48:05 GMT -5
When Jake and Sherry made it back into the terminal, Jake had quickly caught glimpse of the big, burly western man taking down two of the survivors with little difficulty, then a familiar woman's face and voice interjecting. The Western man had began raising his voice at the woman, in a tone, Jake didn't much care for.
That done, Jake instantly pulled his side arm out at the man, briskly walking in their direction and stopping just a few feet away from the man, safely in a distance he, himself, couldn't be disarmed.
"Put your hands where I can see 'em , Cowboy," Jake told him. He'd glanced at both the man and the woman, instantly recognizing the feminine face as Katie. He couldn't get distracted right now though.
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Post by Winters on Oct 11, 2012 23:41:10 GMT -5
Coming onto the scene was just the thing Sherry wanted to avoid. Obviously, it couldve been much worse had Jake and her not come sooner, the other civilians were pretty shaken up but calmed down knowing there was two BSAA Agents present. Still, she didnt like the blood and two bodies on the floor, and seeing the stranger with the revolver before them, clued her in to exactly what happened. Before she could say anything though, Jake drew his gun, and made the call of duty.
Katie knew it had to be done, even if its not how she wouldve handled things. If she was to do it, then maybe she wouldve taken a bullet, or been outcasted of her own firearm while the civilians took off for the bus already. The stranger stepping in was the best solution. She knew that he wanted to speak, but she never let him. Katie wanted to make sure things were settled, especially seeing her old friends face. "Just put the gun down, Jake, come on. Pointing guns doesnt solve anything, just gets people killed, as you can clearly see. Sometimes doing the right thing is scary, but had this guy not done what he did, I probably woulve been killed because im the one with the keys..."
Quickly tossing the large set of keys back over to Sherry, the BSAA agent caught them, and looked at the stranger. He wasnt going to put his gun down for anything, not even in front of two agent, that was for sure and she knew it just by how he reacted to having gun aimed at him. He wasnt scared, but knew better then to open his mouth, because that woulnt make things any better. "Lets just chill out, and get everybody fed. Were all tired and hungry." It was interesting to her that Katie seemed to know this other BSAA Agent. The odds of that happening these days were pretty slim, but she was thankful, and hoped that things would just get settled.
"Mean no disrespect, sir, I just dont part with my gun. Dont take it personally." The stranger spoke, putting the gun back into his holster.
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