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Post by Costa 2.0 on Dec 29, 2008 10:05:04 GMT -5
Jimmy read the PDA and looked up to see the space that was once occupied by the woman was now empty. He looked around quickly and saw through a broken window on the right side that she was heading across the yard toward the workshop garage.
"Hey wait up!" he called after her. He ran untill he was walking at a steady pace beside her. Panting a bit, he handed the PDA back to her. So they were a some kind of special operation team? "What exactly do you guys do?" he asked her with a confused look on his face as he watched her pour fuel into one jerry can from the dozen that were placed on the shelf.
If they were willing to help him then maybe they could help him find his wife. God it's been years now since anyone tried to help him. Anyone who he asked thought he was crazy and usually just left him without and answer. He thought it had to due with the fact that he mentioned Umbrella had taken her prisioner. She had to be in one the delirict facilities in Racoon but Jimmy didn't want to go alone.
"Listen I know your busy and all but I really need help finding my wife and I heard some rumor of an abandoned Umbrella lab in the city". He studied her face as he told her this. "Im going to go check it out right now and I was wondering if some people from your team could maybe help me. If they don't want to then thats fine I can go it alone"
Jimmy had been trying to find the abandoned lab for days now with no such luck. He thought that today was going to be the day. After years of searching, he would find his wife. He started to walk out of the station. He would find his wife today and end all despair that he felt all these years. He wasent going to bother waiting for her answer. He knew everyones answer. It was the same hard cold answer he got everytime he pleaded to someone to help him
No
(Jimmy is now in the Arklay labs)
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Post by thegunny on Dec 29, 2008 13:05:38 GMT -5
Edited: Lip zipping not gun zipping motion.
On the tram
Claypoole abruptly pumped his left fist in the air, signaling for everyone to freeze. The team did so as soon as they recognized his hand signal. Then he held up one finger, signaling "one", and then made another hand signal after that; he patted his trigger fingers hand's wrist, their version of signaling for "enemy.". Then he pointed away from the 2nd tram down a ways, a wandering zombie shuffling around aimlessly. In a few moments, the team identified three more wandering around aimlessly. Claypoole patted his gun this time, and then made a lip zipping motion--- their own made up hand signal for the command "Suppressor up". Similar to the phrase Corpman up or tanks forward, but instead calling who ever has a suppressed firearm up to come in and take the zombies out silently.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 30, 2008 4:47:36 GMT -5
Aya stood up from her kneeling position as she watched Jimmy exit from the garage, a quizzical look on her face, 'Well that was abrupt,' she thought, 'It's a little hard to respond at that speed when you can't even speak,' Aya finished pouring the remains of the fuel into the jerry can and screwed the top on; she thought about what Jimmy had said to him and how forthcoming he had been, everyone she bumped into was way too insecure. It was almost intimidating. At the same time the thought of Morgan entered her head and she reminded herself how she'd do anything she could to save him, even cut a conversation in half. She sat back on her left heal and dwelled on the thought for a while.
It was annoying, they were bound by contract but there were no parametres dictating how many mercenaries would be bound by the assignment at one time. Hell, this could even be solo'd, if Aya wanted to do that; it'd be a deathwish but it's a fact. She pulled out her PDA and started typing up a message, pulling a lead from her headset and connecting it into the bottom of the device and sent it to the other members of her squad.
<There's a civilian currently leaving the tram yard, his name is Jimmy Lettier and he's searching for his wife. He's requested that a couple of us accompany him to help find her, normally I wouldn't approve of this over contract but there is nothing binding us over how many PMC members complete the Task Force Pantheon assignment. As long as we stay in our AO we're legit. Moreover it feels obligatory that aid is set in place for civilians inside the city.
I'm not prepared to sacrifice anymore than two members of my unit, one alone is stretching it. I'll be working on contract as the squad leader so that rules me out but if any of you feel motivated to take this on then is completely up to you. You'll simply assist the civilians and make sure they reach safety then regroup on the rest of the unit.>
The message was sent off and Aya pocketed her PDA and reeled the communication wire back into the headset; as far as she was concerned it was no longer her issue, the choice was up to the rest of her team. Denying the option didn't make them lower than anyone else.
Aya rifled through all of the shelves looking for a full can of engine oil, worry was beginning to set in that this was going to be the only setback, they'd save a hell of a lot more time if she found it immediately. She scratched an itch on her chin as she looked around - back out at the destroyed trams - there was a tool kit and several other mechanical accessories sitting at the entrance of the closest tram. Aya skipped over to it and jumped the small gap into the tram; she looked down at all the items of interest, 'Yes!' it seemed this was a tram that the original occupiers wished to get up and running again. Aya picked up the can of oil and the tool kit, rushing back over to the jerry can and equiping that too.
All of the necessary items were hitched onto Ayas belt one way or another, the weight was a little overcumbersome but it was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. Hand over hand and feeling for decent foot holes lead her back up to the third story window she'd leapt through before, Aya braced herself as she sat on the panes of glass and caused the window to tilt open further. She waited until it was atleast 45 degrees downwards from the horizon before springing off of the frame and grabbing hold of the window sil at the opposite building, from there she let go and grabbed onto the next sil down repeating the process once before she hit firm ground.
The rain still poured dangerously overhead, Aya looked down at all of her equipment to reassure herself that she had everything and raised her view to see Claypoole make hand signal to Tyson and Kyle. She froze and scanned the surrounding area, noting the four zombies inside their current area and well inside their range to be considered threat. She pulled back into the darkness of the ally between the two buildings in the yard and checked the area behind her, not prepared to be jumped herself. Aya saw a second signal from Claypoole on suppression; just to get him to register that she was there at least; Aya raised herself and signalled her position plus the negative fact that she had no suppressor, having not acquired any for the weapons she'd received from TFP back at the subway. She crouching back down well into the darkness; the rest was up to them.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 30, 2008 17:44:06 GMT -5
A small smirk ran across Kyle's face when he saw Claypoole's command. Being an ex-Green Side Force Recon, he'd grown attached to use suppressors on all of his weapons—his primary ones at least. Kyle was by no means a "run-and-gun" type; he'd rather drive a truck through a field of land mines than simply going "Rambo" and shoot everything in sight. Silence—while still a bit rusty to pull off for him—was his game.
Kyle kept himself crouched over low enough to avoid being spotted by the zombies in plain sight, but high enough to where he could take aim with his MP7A1 past the open window of the tram. He flicked the weapon's rate of fire to semi-auto and took quick aim at the nearest ghoul. The first one outside was a freshly turned; its plain white T-shirt was splattered in dry blood and its blue jeans were shred and almost completely ripped. The deceased man's neck wound was grisly, with small pieces of flesh dangling from the opening. Considering the amount of blood on the guy's shirt, the man probably bled to death before he turned.
Click!
The submachine gun in Kyle's hand jumped slightly and the round speared the creatures head. Small bits of brown hair with fragments of necrotic flesh flew in the air before the creature fell backward and ceased to move.
Three more rounds followed, each about three seconds apart and all headshots. The remaining ex-civilians all crashed to the ground with each now having a bullet hole in their forehead. With the zombies neutralized, he spoke softly in his comm, "Hostiles down."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 31, 2008 3:36:55 GMT -5
The four ghouls were leveled by Kyle, Aya scanned the area to register that it was clear. She heaved her gear up and began sprinting towards the nonfunctional tram in the middle of the yard. Aya skidded slightly as she came to a stop in front of the tram, her eyes darting about the place to make sure that she wasn't going to be jumped. She held her hand in the air and made a signal for Claypoole and his team to cover Aya as she refueled the vehicle.
Feverishly, Aya's hand pulled open the tool kit and rummaged for a phillips head screwdriver; the scenario around her growing tense as she made a clanging sound from her search in the kit. Seconds later the screwdriver emerged, a further second after that found Aya unscrewing the front panel of the tram. It was all pretty straight forwards, Aya knew she wouldn't be getting her hands messy in this work; it was if an essential piece of the tram snapped off that it'd need to be jacked and repaired; this was childs play. She took the cap off of fuel tank, ditto for the jerry can, and began to fill it with petrol. There'd be enough juice to last them well after they'd reached their AO. She set asside the jerry can and picked up the oil tin, checking the level on the tram before opening the cap; it was very much empty too and took just about all of the oil. Aya threw the tin to the side and set the front panel back satisfied as she started to screw it back into place.
The screw driver flew back into the tool kit and was closed up as Aya carried it and the jerry can into the tram, setting it down at the front of the cabin. She sent a signal to Emily and Ludolf that her part of the setup was done and began typing up a message to Claypoole.
<We'll be heading along separate streets, this way if one of the trams comes across a deadend we'll know where another opening is or can hightail it to the other for a quick escape. Hopefully there will be no need to progress on foot until we've entered hostile territory.>
She was certain that it would all work out, the South side of town was undoubtedly quiet, they'd outrun just about anything that didn't have wheels.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 31, 2008 12:43:37 GMT -5
“Contact Left,” I breathed into the comm headset. My voice was tense, as I moved sharply around the nearest mountain of boxes from the door. The boxes however had been keeping a zombie out of my sight, and I quickly put it down with my already cocked Colt sidearm. Zipping around the next corner, I found myself face to face with one of the undead, and heaved it forward with my open arm which sent it sprawling backwards into another mountain of boxes.
The entire scenario started going downhill, as I realized that the place was crawling with the undead. The zombie I’d sent backwards into the mountain of boxes knocked over the pile, and behind it stood a third zombie it’s broken jaw slightly ajar, but still gnawing at the air nonetheless. Two shots and the threats were neutralized, but I could tell by the moans around me that many still remained. Then a sudden shriek to the left of me caused me to duck, just narrowly avoiding a nearby lickers tongue, which ripped into a box where my head had been.
“f**king Licker,” I cursed over the comm., realizing too late that the headset was still on. Quickly I detached the silencer from my Colt and stuffed it into a pouch on my vest before holstering my pistol at my thigh. The M4, which I had left hanging at my chest was now put in play, and I raised it up to look down the modified Iron Sights. My movements were almost robotic, and for a few seconds I had forgotten about Emily behind me.
“You still clear Emily?” Still in a crouched position, with M4 trained on the next corner ahead of us, I turned around to check up on Emily.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 31, 2008 14:21:48 GMT -5
Emily had started to follow behind him in, but as things quickly started getting complicated, she found herself edging away and staying back, unsure about going in. She was a pistol-specialist, she didn't have skills with the bigger firearms the others use, but she was plenty good with her 10mm pistol. Her with this 10mm was a massacre waiting for the opportunity to explode; she could shoot fast, shoot accurately, and hit the precise spots she needs to hit. That is, if she is able to hang back and aim from out of the fight...
When Ludolf moved backwards and fell back, Emily moved closer to cover him now that he wasn't going so deep in. She tried to hide the fact she hadn't followed him very closely as he went in deeper with the zombies all around. She whispered back quietly
Yeah.
She smiled strangely, seeming a little sheepish before she says again a little stronger and more emphatic
Yeah, I'm clear. Do you have any flash bangs or something we can throw in there before we go in? Maybe even just a grenade. I mean, its not like we're blowing up the objective, just the area in front of it.
Emily's grip around her Kimber target II was a little tight, but she loosened it and began to relax, taking a deep breath as she remembered she had the training and skills required to deal with this, and she was supposed to be a Jill of all trades because she was on this team. She was going to have to get over this. She really, really, had gotten too used to having a U.S.F.U. or U.S.S team(Not just one person) fighting so she didn't have to do too much. ----------------------------- Claypoole merely nods as the zombies go down, the suppressed pings of the MP7 harder to hear(and definitely not gun sounding), the casings falling to the ground seemingly like thunder amid all of the silence. He whispered when he confirmed they were down
Way to go Dragons, look alive, there may be more. Call em if you see them, suppressors only until I say otherwise.
As Aya came up, he nods and waves her forward. As she refueled, they covered her dutifully and then paid attention to her P.D.A message. Claypoole nods and whispers
Alright, when the other two get back we'll set these things to go. Who's going on which tram, Maam? We probably should have a S.A.W on each one, meaning split me and Tyson up.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 31, 2008 15:06:17 GMT -5
“Grenades? No, I don’t carry those in undead fights, they just never finish those bastards off and you have to clean up the mess. We’re just going to have to go through this one bullet at a time,” It was after the grim realization that I began to move forward again.
Keeping my eyes and ears open for any forewarning of the licker that hide in the darkness, I flipped on the NV on the visor of my helmet. Movement to the right caused my itchy trigger finger to squeeze, and a quick burst of fire set three rounds splintering through a box and right into a few vital spots on a nearby zombie.
As the zombie fell, I just barely caught a glimpse of the licker, who suddenly leapt to the side, and just out of my view. Turning to Emily, I signaled for her to haul ass to the nearest room, and as she sprinted off towards the nearest door, I remained in a crouched position and followed closely behind her.
When she made it to the door, it was unlocked and we piled inside before shutting the door behind us. Sure, the thing wouldn’t hold out for too long, but I figured it would be better to search around the back rooms over searching through the endless sea of cardboard boxes in the larger, main room.
With the door securely shut, I began to take a closer look at the room. Shelves lined the walls, and filled the open space in the middle of the room. Carefully, I began to peruse the isles of equipment, and kept my eyes out for any sort of equipment we could use.
Bingo. A dusty box full of fuses that were used for the tram cars was the only thing I found in my search. Stuffing the box of three into one of my vacant pouches, I turned back to Emily who had been searching the other side of the room.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 1, 2009 4:51:04 GMT -5
Aya agreed that equal firepower would be a good idea after they began moving. She pointed at Tyson to accompany her on the first tram and signalled that Claypoole and Kyle would remain on the second, Aya decided that after Emily and Ludolf returned she'd have them split and send Ludolf over to the second tram; going over who had what equipped, she felt that the firepower was even enough. The SAW's would be doing most of the mop up where needed anyway even if they just demobilized ghouls rather than killed them. Satisfied, Aya signalled for Claypoole to fireup the second tram, hoping Emily and Ludolf would be back soon.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 1, 2009 17:16:03 GMT -5
Emily had stayed back, Ludolf moving too fast and taking all of the fight upon himself before she could follow. When it was all over, the two started searching. Emily hadn't found much of use, except she found the cables needed. Ludolf found the fuses. So the two quickly made their way out of the building and got through to the tram, offering up what they had gotten to the rest of the team. Then the team began to install the new fuses and cables, and soon they were ready to go. Claypoole, on his tram, said into his headsetStanding by. OOC: I keep forgetting... I just remembered again. He don't have his Ultimax with him. Hes got his PPSH-41.
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jan 2, 2009 23:34:49 GMT -5
Bishop adjusted his balaclava as he took a knee, the M21 pinned tightly against his shoulder. Claypoole and the others loaded up on Tram Two and he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder, relieving him on his post. The sniper lifted from his crouched stance and got on board with the rest.
Lance did a quick run down of his gear to make sure he had everything then threw a thumbs up towards Claypoole, limiting vocal communication. Several messages and updates were shooting through their PDAs. Bishop glanced down to see Aya's message about the civie. "I'll escort him if no one else has volunteered.." The man said in a deep and cool tone, his voice crackling in to the earpieces of everyone.
He had plenty of ammunition for his M21 and his sidearm, the 1911. Bishop would prefer to have carbine or some sort of assault weapon when moving through the dangerous regions of the city but there wasn't much he could do at the moment. The '21 had plenty of stopping power and range, so he could make do. After all, the guy's speciality was marksmanship.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 3, 2009 14:59:37 GMT -5
Emily threw the fuses and cabels to Aya who in return greatfully snatched them out of the air, splitting open the box of fuses and tearing off the bindings of the cabels. She opened an inside panel under the cabins controls and connected the fresh imobilizer cabel, this'd allow them to actually feed power into the rest of the tram; and then fixed in 2 prime condition fuses. Easy. Aya screwed the panel back in place and clapped her hands together making an 'O' with her index finger and thumb together signalling Claypoole with the universal sign of 'Good to go'. She jump started the tram after disabling the imobilizer and began to rev the motor, satisfied with herself. Aya turned around and indicated that they were moving, now'd be the time to recheck gear and be prepared for things to capsize.
In time steady inertia built within the trams and they began to steamroll forwards; Aya felt happy, they'd save so much time using this method of transport. The subway had been too dangerous and unlike the trams, cars weren't too good with plowing through obstacles. Eventually the trams made it through the huge open gate, traveling under the arch; the road ahead of them was fairly clean and clear, two tram tracks next to one another which no doubt split further down the main street. Aya slouched in her chair, brushing her blonde hair back.
Aya started plotting their course lazily through the streets via her GPS, the orange line being tram one, and the blue line being tram two, both heading on relatively fast and safe main streets. She sent the data over to Claypooles PDA so he knew which route they'd be taking. From Aya's calculations neither route was faster or slower, it was just garuanteed that one of them were going to be blocked.
<PMC-D is now in The Streets>
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Post by Nanaya on Jan 3, 2009 16:17:21 GMT -5
Welp, guess they got the tram fixed. Now we can get out of this hellish part of the city.
A sudden force jerked Kyle back slightly, but he regained his balance and looked out the nearest window. Everything around the tram was now slowly—but picking up in pace—moving back. The tram's mechanical devices were very audible as well, which somewhat troubled Kyle. Loud noises usually attract big things, and he'd rather only face zombies at this point.
Kyle took a seat on one of the passenger chairs and watched as the tram moved further along.
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Post by rorschach on Jul 10, 2010 23:58:41 GMT -5
Desmond Kovacs has entered tram station
He stopped the car and got out at the tram station it would be easier to get to the outskirts of the city on a tram he originally thought it would be a safehouse, but he quickly began to notice more and more infected. He shouldered through a few infectet and made his way into the outer gates of the tram yard, he walked up as an infected behind the tram stumbled after him on a broken leg and it was broken the bone from the shin was cracked in half and sticking out of his calf. He brought the crowbar back and slammed it into the zombies head, again, and again, he walked around onto the tram yard. He could see a pack of infected feasting on an unfortunate family, he quickly snuck past the infected onto one of the tram's, he shut the door silently and turned around to face three infected on the tram he watched the other two rise from there seats as the first leaned toward him, s*** he said as he slammed the crowbar into the head of the first infected caving it's skull in, and sent the flat end into the next ones eye, he backed up as the last zombie threw itself onto him. He grabbed it by the neck and held it's head back he felt the bus shake, he looked to the left through the safety glass door and saw the group of infected attack the tram, he beat the zombie over the head with the crowbar, he couldn't put much force into it at this angle, he struggled to reach for his knife in it's sheath while keeping the zombies teeth as far away from as possible. He reached the knife and released it from it's sheath, he rammed the survival knife into the eye of the zombie and breathed a sigh of releif as it went limp. He pushed it off him and sat in the seat unsteadily, oh no.... the meter said empty on fuel, he slammed his fists onto the panel's in frustration. He put the knife back in it's sheath and picked the crowbar back up and slipped it in between his chest and the sleeves of his hoodie and looked for the fuel pump, he could see it across from him in the work shop garage... He sighed, and looked at the infected faces pressing against the door. "Better get the window's secure".
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Post by Mikey on Jul 13, 2010 13:05:14 GMT -5
Richard pulled into the parking lot of the tram station, taking out his knife and cutting some wires to kill the engine. Next time, he’d hot wire the car. He’d made an art form out of it, just having to disengage the tumblers in the key lock. From there, you could start and stop the engine like you had the key.
“Boy know we follow.” He said. There wasn’t much they could do to be silent or stealthy if their target knew they were being followed. Maybe now would be a good time to get him and talk to him. Find out if he really was a psychopath in training or just a kid dealing with the situation he had been thrown into.
“We go to train, we talk.” He said. He thought on this for a moment, and spoke again. “Maybe… You talk.” He said. Someone who spoke English better than he would probably get further than he would.
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