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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 18, 2008 7:27:15 GMT -5
What survivors consider the ‘Safe’, but small, ‘Zone’ of Raccoon City. What police remain barricaded several office blocks of the district with vehicles and whatever means they could come up with. Several military personnel were dropped in on location in order to help stave off the zombie horde and provide medical cover for survivors and officers. A heavy infection rule is set in place with everyone being given a thorough check for any possible scratches or bites then have their blood checked for any possible viral candidates. People who aren’t obvious for infection are given a check and then allowed to enter the area, anyone else who clearly have bite marks are forced to vacate the area or are shot on site.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 22, 2008 12:58:55 GMT -5
(OOC: O.K... 1st platoon includes all of the characters, now. First squad is lead by staff sergeant Nathan Middleton, as before, and his personnel include Inman, Samuel Winters, Felix Zarconi, and Bishop Morse. Inman and Winters are still in Watson's fire team(who is now a corporal). Zarconi and Morse are in sergeant Kraus's fire team. Their fire team leaders are Marty Kraus and Watson. The platoon commander is still 2nd Lieutenant Godric(Name means power of god) Jackson, his senior N.C.O is Master gunnery sergeant Ramano. 1st Liuetenant Dominique "Dom" Roland runs 2nd Platoon and his senior N.C.O is Gunnery Sergeant Hyakowa(Yes Mikey, you've met him before too like Watson). Senior Company "N.C.O" is Captain Eric Squires. Company commander Colonel Millers. 2nd in command of the entire T.F.P is Colonel Jones. Above all of them is Major General Strauss.)
10 Chinook's hover in over the land scape around it, buildings zipping by in a blur as they descend upon checkpoint Romeo with their men and cargo, check point Romeo already having obeyed the U.S military's request and prepping a number of big 5-ton truckish trucks and van's for them. The 10 Chinook's were the T.F.P's replacement for their former fleet of heavy lifting CH-53 sea knights and Chinook carrier-variants, and all of their black hawks. Formerly the 10 Chinook's would have to have made additional trips, but now... d**n budget cuts. The T.F.P had been tossed away has been the U.S rangers and U.S marine corps when congress had deemed them no longer needed, too. Rat b*astard politicians. Now they see why they still needed em. F**k em.
The 10 Chinook's were slinging bags of equipment, supplies, and ammunition beneath them and in some of them for their expected mission. They came to a hover, dropped their equipment in the clearing the check point Romeo personnel had made haphazardly for them, and then they had men rappel down fire team by fire team from each of them to then clear the landing zone to finish offloading everything. The process took about a quarter of an hour, but the a;; 10 chinooks were offloaded and the supplies were already loaded up onto/into the trucks and van's. The Chinook's then flew off away and took a shorter, 30 minute flight to a pre-determined unit, and air lifted in 10 M1117 ASV-150 guardian's in their armored personnel carrier variant and dropped them in as well to add to the considerable vehicle fleet already developing and causing check point romeo to start bulging to the seems from all of the men and gear. The men quickly mounted up and stuffed themselves into the cool, cramped, dark-green-glowing-troop-bay-interior, and then the convoy of the 100 some T.F.P combat personnel with their gear started to rumble its way out of check point Charlie and into the city. The unit had been radically changed in structure since 4 years ago. The unit structure no longer included different branches, just a single company sized combat unit. Their combat-command structure consisted of Colonel Jones who was 2nd in command over all to Major General Strauss(Who'd gotten his 2nd star), and the combat units direct-command was Colonel Miller. The senior "N.C.O", was Captain Eric Squires--- who had been passed over for promotion to Major, was in a senior N.C.O slot. People who cared more about s**t like that then Squires would have taken it as a deep, subtle, and contemptuous insult, but Squires didn't mind. Hell, it put him in the kinda role he always loved to be in. The mission came in quickly over the convoy's radio net from Captain Squires
Alright Guys gals and gays, this is how we're going to do this. First, we're going to hand down to objective Styx(a subway terminal), and then we're going to set up a defensive perimeter there. Offload all supplies. Set up a forward operating base. Then 1st platoon will be reinforced with men from 2nd platoon and will going in to start clearing out the subway and reactivate the subway cars. 2nd Platoon will defend the forward operating base. During this time, the 1st infantry divisions 2nd infantry brigade, a heavy infantry unit, will be blasting their way down in into another terminal and will commence in clearing operations within the subway. We all know why we're here in the subway. We all know whats happening. So lets get this s**t wrapped up.
Squires smirked and looked across the ASV-150 interior at Alvarez, his Krebs Custom KTR-03S AK rifle on his lap and DSR-precision DSR- 1 bull pup .338 Lapua sniper rifle in between his legs, shouting to be heard over the sound of the ASV-150 working
Old Man Glacier, you think you still got what it takes?
No argument. Yes.
Pueblo "Glacier" Alvarez still hadn't lost his ice-cold demeanor... even though it was true, both him and Squires were getting old. Squires was hitting 41 now, Alvarez 39. The convoy suddenly made an abrupt move and turned right, hard, into the subway terminal smashing their way through anything in the way--- including the hand rail--- and then driving in. They breached a single hole big enough for all the vehicles to pass through one by one in the ticket-tolls, and then set up positions throughout the terminal. Surprisingly the 10 ASV-150's and all of the vehicles were able to distribute themselves inside the terminal although none of the cargo could be off loaded so far. What ever zombies that were inside were shredded by the ASV-150's turrets. T.F.P infantry dismounted and poured out of the ASV-150's, making the terminal very very cramped, the ASV-150's guarding the entrances and subway tunnels, with numerous of them parked throughout the rest of the terminal in or around the sitting area with the trucks. The infantry swarmed through the tunnel setting up their radio's and electronic survelliance perimeter gear, and working on lighting up the terminal as bright as day. As they cleared the staff office in the terminal they found their first 20 uninfected survivors, and left a squad from 2nd platoon to watch over them in the staff section. An hour passed by, and then finally 1st platoon with its additional troops from 2nd platoon, left the perimeter and started to move down the subway tunnel in three wedge formations spanning the sides of the tunnel, all men locked and loaded, safeties off, night vision goggles down, no flash lights on.
T.F.P is now in the subway
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 22, 2008 22:43:01 GMT -5
Company HQ, Subway Control Room
"Allright Gentlemen, commcheck, gimme a commcheck," Radio Specialist Lopez Ortega asked over the radio, tuned in specifically to 3rd and 4th Platoon which had been held in reserve, maintaining both security underground and above them outside the entrance of the Terminal.
Behind the Specialist, Colonel Peter Eric Miller stood by, surrounded or so by a dozen or more Radio Specialists, all hugged down to their radio sets speaking to their assets, or units which they communicated with. Infront of them was a long stack of several monitors which showed the aging Colonel what the Company Leaders were looking at, or their "Point of View's" as these young kids would say.
He shook his head in disbelief. Never before in all his life would he dream that the Outbreak he had defeated 3 years ago would come back in his lifetime to cause him havoc. Several months before this Outbreak even started, he was vactioning with his wife, kids and grand kids in Hawaii, enjoying the well deserved rest he needed after he retired at 57.
With the Second Outbreak in place, he was immediately called back by the Army and reinstated to his old rank of Colonel, only this time he was no longer serving Task Force Pantheon under the Marine Corps but rather the Army branch. Initally, he had been expecting to be reunited with his old command, the 4th Marine Expeditionary Unit which had served with the TFP for 3 solid years.
To his dismay and shock, he had learned that the TFP had been downgraded to an almost quasi Company size and whatever Units that was once attached to it were no longer TFP material. All that remained were only a few remaining vets of the Task Force, supplied with a bunch of green noobs that had been picked off from various units to form up this Company which Colonel Miller presently found himself commanding for now.
Mind jumping back to the present, he noted that the Command Staff had neatly setup the HQ right in this office, formerly a Command Center of the Subway Station they were in, with security maintained by 3rd Platoon; which covered all the entrances that 1st and Second Platoon went in.
Above them and outside, 4th Platoon maintained a tight perimeter along with the attached ASV-150's units.
Normally, the Colonel would have joined the probe the two platoons were conducting now, but with the current rules, old age and growing dangers of facing off against the T-virus in whatever mutated forms it presented itself, Miller was forced to Command in the HQ.
"This is Charlie," 3rd Platoon's CO came on the line. "Commcheck, we read you loud and clear over."
A few moments later of static.
"Delta, Delta, we read you loud and clear over."
"Roger, recieved commcheck, out."
Specialist Sergeant Antonio Ortega looked behind him.
"All units accounted for sir."
Miller nodded. "Good, switch back to 1st and 2nd Platoon's lines."
"Yes sir."
The Colonel watched the monitor infront of him as the voices of 1st and 2nd platoon's came in and echoed in the room.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 22, 2008 22:50:23 GMT -5
OOC: RP continues in central subway from here on.
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Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on Jan 10, 2009 21:22:07 GMT -5
"We're getting close to our destination Agent Yates!" The FBI helicopter pilot yelled at her, due to her not wearing headphones. She nodded and watched the ground as the helicopter flew over the chaotic city of Raccoon. It was shocking to see how torn up the city had become, and it's never ending chaos seemingly unstoppable. Occasionally she'd see what looked like muzzle flashes coming from the ground, but she wasn't sure if this was gunfire or small explosions. Turning a bit she looked at her fellow Agent, Agent Brown. They'd been working together for many years, but he was still a mystery to her. The man always seemed paranoid to her, as he was jumpy about anything to pertain with terrorism or Umbrella corporation. Her instincts of course made her suspicious, but she respected his intelligence and that is sometimes just enough for her. "Agent Yates, Director Hughes is on the radio and would like to talk to you," The pilot yelled out at her, returning her thoughts back to the current plight. "Yes Director Hughes?" She said with a sweet melancholic voice. "We need Agent Brown to return to Portland, we have need of his expertise. Angelica I can't afford not to leave you in Raccoon." He paused to catch his breath as if being rushed to tell her. "General Strauss is your contact, you'll need to follow him and his men and gather enough T-Virus samples to guarantee that it has not mutated, because you know what that will mean Agent Yates.." He finished with a worried tone in his voice. A look of anger crossed her face as her thoughts raced, not only is she going to lose her partner for this assignment, but she's going to have to deal with a bunch of testosterone driven apes. Then a threat of a possible mutation to the T-virus? "Of course Director Hughes, I'll do my VERY best," she said with a very sardonic tone yet it was well disguised by her gentle voice. Agent Brown looked at her with an annoyed look, showing his displeasure when she repeated what the director had told her. They both knew it did no good to argue or complain when it came to their job, they just did it, and moved on. Though this one seemed a bit more concerning than most. Not since they were first assigned together have they ever been split up. Of course, the world hadn't completely fell apart back then. Finally arriving to the military and police controlled checkpoint, the helicopter landed with a soft thud, and two younger looking soldiers came running up to the helicopter doors. Angelica stepped out of the helicopter, ducking her head. It was an old habit she had, which with all her intelligence, she knew her head was in no danger of being severed off. The two soldiers nodded as they saw her badge and walked her to the nearest military building setup. Finally one of the soldiers looked at her and said "What can I help you with Special Agent Yates?" His tone was of pure professionalism, which was welcome to her, though his reading of her badge had annoyed her just a bit. "I am here to speak with a General Strauss," she returned with equal professionalism and sincerity, "My orders come from the top, so if you can make it quick please?"
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Post by thegunny on Jan 11, 2009 0:34:57 GMT -5
The two national military policemen exchanged glances, having not been notified before hand that the general was going to have a visitor from the F.B.I, and got to work. Although the two were fairly young and new, they had been noted in their "short" service that they had been well trained and had aptitude and potential. Even military policemen were screened rigorously for the T.F.P, and so while they may lack the hardened shell of most of the combat-veteran T.F.P operators, they knew how to do their job and do it well. One man stood back about 5 yards and reported via radio the visitor to the proper authority higher up along the chain of command while the 2nd M.P stepped forward holding his hand out
I'll need your sidearm, Maam. I will also need to verify you are unarmed before you can enter. Also, I need to know what you are here to talk to the General about and who your orders come from.
The man standing back talking into his headset watched the two of them carefully, his M4A1 at the ready in his hands in case something developed and he was needed to back up the other M.P. The man talking to Yates was subtlety buying time for them to figure out whether or not they should let her in or not, the stalling not apparent because of the seemingly reasoned questions. Within a few moments, Captain Ramirez was on his way towards them to escort the F.B.I agent to Strauss' command vehicle.
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Angelica Yates
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Post by Angelica Yates on Jan 11, 2009 1:04:22 GMT -5
A bored look came across her face as slowly reached for her pistol. Instead of removing the pistol from it's holster, she handed him the gun still holstered and smiled. She then flicked open her form-fitting blazer and said with a tone that suggested annoyance. "Does it appear that I am any further armed than what I just gave you? You did read my badge correct? Sci...en...tist. Of course I am stepping out of bounds by assuming you could read." "As far as my assignment, or should I say, what I'm here to do, is classified and you are far below need-to-know basis." She said with a mocking tone as her sweet and gentle voice confused the young man. "Also, I'm here on the order of The Director of the FBI, and if you don't know who that is why not go ask your C.O.?" Answering the mans questions, with a bit of a strained look on her face. Finally looking over towards the other MP that had stepped back, she realized what was going on. Shaking her head she crossed her arms as a new face emerged and made his way to her.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 11, 2009 13:25:52 GMT -5
Before the military policeman could answer and say it did matter because he said whether she could go in or not, agitated by the way she was replying to him, and trying to not chew her out on the spot like he wanted to, he quickly shut his mouth and stepped back to salute the approaching Captain. The captain, Captain Ramirez, was already seemingly annoyed and deeming the entire thing below him before even getting involved. His salute was also noticeably quick and agitated rather then sharp and smart like the military policeman's. Both men dropped their hands to their sides at the same time despite the two's varying demeaners and movement, though.
Whats the problem here specialist.
His voice dripped with condescendence and impatience as he spoke to the military police man he just addressed by rank rather then by name and rank, which might be seemingly normal, to some people it is a subtle insult to suggest that you're unimportant and just another nameless nobody that can be replaced. Captain Ramirez surely used it as such. Specialist Ewal quickly replied, doing his best to keep polite and professional as he had with Yates
Sir, this is special agent yates from the F.B.I that has been sent by the director of the F.B.I to speak with Major General Strauss for an unspecified reason, deemed classified. Level of classification unknown. Has been disarmed, and only identification she has to offer is her statements and badge.
Captain Ramirez growled to the specialist in a not-so-grateful-tone Thank you.
Then, seeming to change completely, he turns and speaks polite and seemingly kiss-a** to Yates, his body language subtletly suggesting his ever-present condiscending nature
Please follow me Maam, we'll get this sorted out in the Generals office.
He turns and leads Yates away, still dripping with impatience. Silently he agreed with the military policeman that that was enough reason to keep her out until they could recieve further information, considering they all had clearance for classified information once it was deemed that they were on the need-to-know, and he found it highly doubtful that this "special agent" and the director of the F.B.I had anything so classified that he could not hear about it, or that the F.B.I was even worth the time of the General. It would be hard to guess why he acted like he did.... that was why he was rated so highly as the ahole of the task force; he was unpredictable and at times illogical to add to him being a mega-ahole. Captain Ramirez salutes his way through the forces present, the rest of them non-task force personnel, and gets to the large LAV-25 command vehicle. The ramp was open but canvas hang from the top simulating a door, the two military policemen to the side saluting and letting the two enter. Captain Ramirez steps through the "door" and salutes, immediately barking out like a poster stereotype G.I Joe
Sir, Special Agent Yates from the F.B.I is here to speak with you Sir.
Major General Strauss stood up from his chair in the middle of the inside of the LAV, surrounded by the equipment and workers operating the command vehicle's radio's and computers. The seemingly spotless-unwrinkled army green Class A uniform, insanely protocol-correctly-worn green beret, and shined to mirrors black formal boots setting him aside as a disciplinarian to a whole different degree, above Ramirez, although not quite as hated or as a**hole as Ramirez. A perpetual scowl was prominent on his face, and if he had had a 3-star helmet and a baton, he would have been the spitting stereo-typical rip-off of Patton. Well, compared to the painfully Political law/political civilian Attache Ron Friday and the invertebrate Admiral Shivers, he was probably the combat personnels overall favorite fo the "Big three". He probably should have been dressed in B.D.U's, but he had worn the uniform he had in order to silently protest the fact that he had been forced to set his command post up so far away from the "frontlines". He returns the salute and growls
Affirmative. At ease.
He then sat down and motioned for Ramirez to pull up a seat for special agent Yates, everyone very cramped in the small-packed interior of the LAV-C. He then says in a more neutral, sterile, and professional tone
Special Agent Yates, what can I do for you?
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~Vanessa Clark~
Zombie Hunter
"Wish upon a star, every single one..."
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Post by ~Vanessa Clark~ on Jan 11, 2009 16:16:06 GMT -5
[Natasha enters Checkpoint Romeo]
"Hm...A safe zone." The voice of a showed figure spoke. She wore a smirk on her face as she peered through the binoculars. "Well, might as well catch some rest." Ever so carefully, Natasha pulled a red wig out of her bag, examining it to make sure it was in perfect condition. She pulled the wig over top of her own hair, adjusting it to make sure no blond strands fell loose.
"Goodbye Natasha, bonjour Rosalie." And with that Natasha had become Rosalie, an executive from France. She took in one quick breath before walking down to the road and sprinting into a run. As she came to the front entrance (or she assumed entrance) she bent over, out of breath. "Mouser, is this thee...Checkpoint Romeo?" She spoke, her voice heavy with the French accent. Natasha gazed up at the officer while twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, looking as scared as possible.
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Angelica Yates
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Be afraid of the cold, she'll inherit your blood.
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Post by Angelica Yates on Jan 12, 2009 6:51:26 GMT -5
"Whats the problem here specialist?" She heard the man say as he approached the petty insects that she was forced to interact with. Her arms still crossed with impatience. "Sir, this is special agent yates from the F.B.I that has been sent by the director of the F.B.I to speak with Major General Strauss for an unspecified reason, deemed classified. Level of classification unknown. Has been disarmed, and only identification she has to offer is her statements and badge."
The temptation to twirl her finger as the unimportant man continued with his report to the captain, was overwhelming. In fact it required a strength of character that could only be produced by the mans FBI. A funny thought that had crossed her mind. Though her mind refused to listen to an elaboration. "Thank you." Was all the captain said with an equally annoyed tone, as if she was communicating through him telepathically to share with the annoying guard her annoyance. Automatically, she loved this man. Not the kind of love that has significance, but the kind that you might profess to a friend over an alcoholic beverage. Though shock passes through her for a microsecond, the seemingly dispatched captain had gave her that smile that she had seen so many times via criminals she was dealing with, that her stomach got sour with distaste. Please follow me Ma'am, we'll get this sorted out in the Generals office."Great!" she thought to herself happily, the mighty general will solve all this and I can go about my merry way and get this godforsaken job behind me. Though instead of answering the man, she nodded, as though bored with the whole process of meeting great generals. It was never in her nature to show any positive nature than annoyance, which to her was a positive emotion as it assured those who were that of the moronic nature that their work was needing to be done faster. Following the captain, she noticed how that if he had been about 20 years younger he might be attractive to small animals. But aside from that, he was your average jar head. Devoid of personality, and was only as smart as he was informed he was. Totally controlled by a superior officer, yet had a small hint of rebellion that was very laughable to even her. Finally they reach a vehicle that is well armored and obviously too small for a "main office" but she still smiles her fake enduring smile that could charm the pants off of any political candidate. Though in her mind that wasn't a feat to be proud of, as its not of any challenge. Then the captain spoke up. "Sir, Special Agent Yates from the F.B.I is here to speak with you Sir."Her first thought was "How many times can one man use sir in a sentence?" then she snapped back to the situation at hand. She noticed the small cramped vehicle with a general attempting to stand, though with his stature it was more of a leaned over attempt at a greeting. It was almost comical to see all these men planning the end of a virus through a vehicle that could barely seat them. To her it looked like the munchkin land pentagon, but these were thoughts she relished amongst her mind and not to that of the ogreish minds that encompassed this meager command center. The general, which stood out like a sore thumb seemed to have that napoleon syndrome, sure he was more imposing, but he looked like more of a George C. Scott than a real general. The man apparently has seen more fighting than a UFC pay-per-view, but shined up liked a new penny. To the very core was this man shiny. In fact she guessed had this man an apple, it might be used as a mirror, which would be OK with her, considering she had not seen a mirror since she took off from Portland. She had to be a fright, so, self-consciously, she adjusted her clothing and walked into the cramped vehicle. Watching the men make the motions that they all approve of each other, she then crossed her arms with impatience, waiting for their military resolve to come to a close. Her moment finally approached as she enjoyed a resounding: "Affirmative. At ease."The general had calmed the eager young computer nerd which adorned the small vehicle to her relief. Yes she was attractive, but did she care for the likes of these men staring at her? Yes of course, but would she put the effort back? No, never. So enjoying the fond stares of the men, she smiled in greeting to the general and took his hand in polite kindness. Special Agent Yates, what can I do for you? He said to her with more of an annoyed tone which caught her off-guard. "I am sorry General, I was sure that Director Hughes had already made contact with you. I am as you said, Special Agent Angelica Yates, and I am here to assist your men with the retrieval of infection data" She paused a moment to make sure the general was focused completely on her, and not the random radio calls and noises in the background. "This data will go towards the prevention and possible containment of the current microbe, or pardon me, virus." She said professionally, but in her tone suggested a soft mockery that could only be detected by the sharpest of minds. So she assumed she was safe and continued. "I am to accompany one of your units and retrieve possible data from their intended targets, so I might return a substantial amount of information to our headquarters." She paused, obviously anxious to get this information off her chest. "Also I am to inform you, from the director personally, if he has not already contacted you, that this is orders from the president, and is not to be disputed," She pauses and smiles as she finishes "And is not to be questioned, but of course, you have a job to do."Watching the general writhe in annoyance she throws in a small statement. "I won't pretend I am happy to be here, nor will I pretend I am a soldier. I am here to gather vital information that will aid in our studies of this microbe, and I have no desire to fight the good fight as you might call it, nor be a hero." She sighs looking impatient. "I am here to do a job, and it might not be blowing the s*** out of things, but I do try to end your job in shooting the s*** out of things so-to-speak." Finally, putting her hands on her hips, she looks at the general impassively awaiting the response.
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~Vanessa Clark~
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Post by ~Vanessa Clark~ on Jan 12, 2009 16:38:47 GMT -5
Natasha watched as the two soldiers glanced at each other, unsure of what to do. She gazed up at the two men with a fake look of innocence anyone could fall for. She turned her gaze away from the men, towards the helicopter just behind her. Someone important must have been brought here.[/i]
Natasha slowly brought her hand up, pulling a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Hm...What's this now? She glanced over to the two officers to see a woman; more specifically, an FBI agent make her way into an area where the general was located at. Natasha gave off a small smirk.
“Ah…moiser, may I enter this place? ” She asked the man, while keeping an eye on the woman as she disappeared from sight.
Shoot! Where did she go? Amateur soldiers.[/i] She glanced over the man’s shoulder again, waiting impatiently for a reply. Her foot tapped repeatedly as her patience went thin.[/color]
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Post by thegunny on Jan 12, 2009 21:45:09 GMT -5
In response to Yates... Response to Vanessa at the bottom
Strauss quietly listened as if he was again screening another person that had been recommended for transfer to the T.F.P, silently and subtlety sizing up the special agent and already jumping ahead past the current conversation and planning ahead on to who he can assign her to or who she can be assigned to. He already knew from the start her mission would mean a new questions asked cooperation in the matter, because she was practically reading off the mission statement of not only the T.F.P's R&D branch but also nearly reading off task force pantheon's mission statement as well. Staying shockingly statue still, his face rather blank and sculpted by a firm-hardness that didn't seem to budge, he silently gave the reason as to why no one in the task force or at the pentagon invited him to their poker games. A congressman had make that mistake before and paid for it, up front, in cash. Noting her displeasure, something he had become accustomed to in his screening of personnel knowing whether or not they were just sucking up or were serious about being here, he turned away and seemed to let her sit back towards the blanket door forgotten.
Tahrkelly, get me the radio reports from Squires' unit and its progress in the subway shopping areas, S.T.A.T Also, someone get me the status of that Kangal team. And get a status check on Pain's men.
Someone call Huevo's too. Shes going to need a chopper regardless of how we handle this.
The command crew inside the LAV-C quickly got to work and replied quickly, and efficiently, showcasing to anyone who thought about what that said about the individuals why the T.F.P would have the passion it does for cutting red tape and getting things done. The radio reports from Squires and his unit, which had been rapid fire more then an hour ago, was handed to Strauss and the two people who had answers for the other two requests reported orally
Captain Payne reports the Vitharr team is ready for hunter-killer and/or capture operations, just give the word. All men are locked, loaded, and awaiting transportation.
Captain Ramirez surprisingly spoke up, even to Strauss' surprise
Sir, I'm the new Liason to the Kangal special forces team. After Squires brokered the unofficial relations and we started to scratch each other's backs, political-press attache Friday switched me over to being the new official Liason.
Strauss looked at Ramirez, his look almost betraying the glare behind it, seeming to instantly think that he was going to have to leave that for later, a closed door discussion amongst the big three. Ron Friday had apparently made the decision without Shiver's or Strauss's consultation. One of the big three always working on their own made the other two... unhappy. And with how opposite the big three were from each other(often requiring Agent code name Óðinn[at times pronounced Owen] to step in and moderate amongst them...), they often did this. Strauss stared at Ramirez for a long second and a half, obviously discontent with the S.O.B-political-lawyer-liberal-media-maniac-rat Ron Friday and his messing with the T.F.P structure to bend it the way he wanted it to fit he and his D.C-ways, and then says without his voice betraying the fact he was almost glaring
Continue.
Captain Ramirez continued without seeming to miss a beat or seeming to not notice on the surface Strauss' displeasure at Ron Friday's decision, and in fact seeming to enjoy it for the reason that he hated Captain Squires, especially the reputation Squires had amongst the T.F.P
The Kangal special forces team had already evacuated all V.I.P's it was instructed to and is standing by in the docks for further assignments. A few minutes after we landed their commander Stones had queued a request for possible missions or additional intel that would allow them to form a decision on what they could do, sir.
Then Strauss takes in a deep breath and exhales, seemingly in a random thought-ful sigh, thumbing quickly through the radio file on Squires' unit. Then he says to add the report to the discussion
Squires' unit is now re-armed and re-engaged after the heavy fighting for objective Styx, and have recently been relieved by local forces and moving on to the Raccoon city central subway's shopping areas. Reports from Colonel Jones indicates theres going to be plenty of dead mutants there... Squires' unit has already reported killing several Licker's, a number of mutated hunters, and report many more B.O.W's in their vicinity. They also report all bodies of both lickers, crimson heads, and zombies have been liquidated at objective Styx.
Captain Blake is standing by, sir.
Strauss turned and nodded towards ol' trusty technical sergeant Tahrkelly and says
Very good. Figure out what other Rotor-Jockey's will be available to transport her and a team if needed.
Then Strauss turns and looks back at the temporarily-forgotten special agent Yates, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, the lower half of his face hidden by his hands joined in front of it
Maam, do you have any preference amongst the three choices? Or would you like further intel before deciding?
Taking the silent cue, someone started to pop out a P.D.A used for briefings to people who don't have access to T.F.P computers.
------------------------------- Natasha The national guardsmen who was talking to Natasha nodded and pointed away from the gathering of T.F.P hardware and personnel that had become the T.F.P "high command" in the field for them, and says firmly without questioning her one bit
Yes maam. The designated civilian safety zone is that way at that clump of tents. However we are going to have to do a viral screening to make sure you are uninfected before you are permitted.
The national guardsmen and police officers present who had started the checkpoint before the T.F.P landed obviously were not looking to uninfected humans with very much caution. They were only here to deal with the undead and soon to be undead, and didn't know they should confiscate firearms or be on the lookout for anyone that shouldn't be there; though criminals would best find another way out of town....the policemen would probably recognize the local wanted list posters pretty quickly.
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Post by Nicholas Parker on Jan 13, 2009 18:32:31 GMT -5
Managing to make it to the Transportation Hub without any trouble - and managing to run a couple of zombies over in the process - he pulled up outside of what was called 'Checkpoint Romeo'. Of course, the area was barricaded. Shortly after the outbreak had made itself known to the department, Nicholas had been taken to Romeo to help the military keep the area shut down. He wasn't sure if there was anybody there now, but he figured that it couldn't hurt to check. If he were to find anybody there, he'd make sure to stick by them, and hopefully get the h*ll out of Raccoon City.
It was eerily quiet, though he could hear voices nearby. To make sure that he wouldn't be mistaken for another zombie, he called out to whoever may have been able to hear him.
"Hello?" he called out, not wanting to speak too loudly. The last thing he wanted to do was draw the attention of more zombies to this - supposedly - safe area. The barricades were sturdy enough, and God only knew what other kind of defenses there were within the area.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 13, 2009 20:26:05 GMT -5
The policemen behind the barricades with the national guardsmen were quicker to wave Nicholas over to them then their National guard comrades were, quickly recognizing their fellow officer and deeming it alright for him to get behind the barricades with him; for now... everyone, even they, had to be screened for infections first.
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Post by Nicholas Parker on Jan 13, 2009 20:45:42 GMT -5
After a couple of minutes of conversing with the officers who had checked him for any suspicious-looking marks, they let him go. They walked off, checking on the other areas that they had barricaded, taking assault rifles with them, in case one or more of the monsters had broken through the barricade somewhere. Nicholas sat down on a wooden bench, looking around, trying to find somebody to talk to, who would have a better idea of what was going on.
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