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Post by Nicholas Parker on Jan 21, 2009 18:50:58 GMT -5
"Russian?" he asked her, confused. He glanced around. Most of the men and women who were part of the military securing and watching over Checkpoint Romeo were busying themselves with other tasks that needed to be done. Once or twice a couple of the men glanced in their direction, though even those happened every once in a great while.
"We can get out of here easily," he said. "Do you have any gun on 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 21, 2009 20:33:55 GMT -5
"Yes, Russian. Rosalie is a cover, I'm an agent after all." Natasha whispered in a hushed tone. "The name is actually Natasha. And yes, two guns." She spoke with a smile, obivously happy.
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Post by Nicholas Parker on Jan 22, 2009 18:31:26 GMT -5
"In that case, Natasha," he said, also in a near-whisper to make sure that the guardsmen couldn't hear him, either. "Would you like to get out of here? There's nothing else that we can really do here, anyway."
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Angelica Yates
Alive
Be afraid of the cold, she'll inherit your blood.
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Post by Angelica Yates on Jan 26, 2009 18:24:52 GMT -5
As Angelica listened to the general give his orders, she smiled; appreciating a man who knew what he was doing and watching people jump to his every order. Angelica almost wished that he was going with them, as she knew no man would dare jump out of line around this man. This man even had her rare respect. General Strauss then relayed to her what exactly Odin Branch status was and nodded her approval as he made sure that the soldiers knew she was non-combative. This was a relief in itself.
Blakes is the best helicopter pilot we have, as my subordinates have told me. Ramirez, escort her out and to the local recruits and Payne's men.
The general said to the captain, and nodding she looked at Ramirez and folded her arms waiting for him to point her in the right direction. Finally he lead her to a group of somewhat young looking recruits, arming up for whatever mission they’ve been given. This wasn’t real comforting as most of these guys looked almost too terrified to be here, but held a look on their face as if bravery was part of the job. Then she saw what looked like well trained elite gentlemen making their way towards them, she breathed a sigh of relief as they approached. These guys looked like the best of the best and finally she relaxed a bit.
GET THIS LADY SOME GEAR MP! T.F.P GEAR!
The captain said to one of the military policemen helping suit up others. The man looked flustered but jumped to action when the captain barked out. Then she almost gagged a bit as the man started to take off his own stuff, she could only imagine the amount of sweat and man odor that would of attached itself to it. Angelica showed obvious signs of disgust, her face twisted in a look of disgust as the man handed her his helmet. Angelica was a major germaphobe and this would require all of her intestinal fortitude to go through with this. Though looking around, she knew this situation was a tough one; she sucked it up and put on the gear as ordered. Mumbling under her breath the whole time.
"I am ready as I can be I suppose," she said as she put the jacket on. Looking at the Captain expectantly.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 26, 2009 21:39:47 GMT -5
Alright boys, we have a go. We have a green light.
Once the CH-53E was loaded up with the old former-military and former-law enforcement veterans and all of the Vitharr team members were situated on the AH-6J exteriors, the helicopters as one slowly lifted off and sped up, skimming over top the city with the necropolis passing beneath them in a blur.
As your unofficial tour guide to Raccoon city maam, I would like to show you the sights as we pass through to the objective. If you will look to the left, you will see a street filled with the living dead. If you look to the right, you will see a mall filled with the living dead. If you look ahead, you will see a museum filled with the living dead. If you look behind you will see our wall-mounted emergency kit, and you will understand why we stuff sawed off shotguns in there. And if you look ahead and to your right, you'll see a drunktard-hardarse who on shoreleave in Australia...
Dabrowski growled and waved his hand angrily at Blake, not wanting Blake to continue on; what Blake was about to say wasn't to be talked about around women anyhow. Dabrowski was the one who should be talking anyhow, Blake was flying the d**n chopper! Dabrowski was doing nothing since he was the gunner for now. Despite the fact Blake was multi-tasking, joking around, and pretty much screwing around, he showed through how skilled he was with his chopper and didn't seem to fly any worse then the next guy considering he wasn't paying "Full attention". After about a half hour flight, the helicopters touched down outside the central subway and everyone bailed out. The radio buzzed
First lieutenant Addley, national guard. Get in, quick! Don't know how long that streets going to be cleared! Move move!
The Vitharr team had already set up a perimeter before the helicopters had even fully touched the ground, protecting everyone and the offloading of T.F.P recruits for the brief moment of vulnerability. As the helicopters took off, the Vitharr team and recommissioned veterans started down towards the subway entrance with Yates in the a protected center with captain Payne at her side, going down into the subway where the echoes of gunfire and battle suddenly grew a LOT louder
Vitharr B.O.W HK team and Agent Yates are now in the central subway
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Jan 31, 2009 21:08:22 GMT -5
(OOC: With your blessing Gunneh ) Meanwhile, at the Command Center "Colonel Miller!" One of the aides shouted, moving towards him. "Sir, special dispatch from Hawaii." He saluted him and gave the weary Colonel a piece of paper.
Reading the first few paragraphs, his eyes widened in disbelief.
HQ had transfered a unit under his command, the old Unit which he had commanded in the first Outbreak 3 years ago. It was the 4th Marine Expeditionary Unit, and they were on the way to the Docks. Along with arriving, they would be bringing additional armor and vehicle support, along with the much needed manpower and airsupport. They were also bringing with them 6 month's worth of supplies and ammo, which told Miller that HQ was planning to hold RC to the death.
Reading it further more and finally finishing it as he stood there, amidst the radio chatter of Squire's men, the paper told him was no longer in charge of the current units under his command, which were to be, from this moment onward, in Colonel Jones hands as it was rightfully so.
Miller had no illusions. Though he knew he was respected and followed whenever he gave orders, he knew these Army brats preffered somebody of their own to command. It was understandable for him, for he had felt the same way when this exact expierence happened to him before, when he was a young career officer in his youth.
Folding the paper in his pocket, he summoned some of the Staff and told them the news. Shaking their hands and politely thanking them, he got the radio and informed Squires and the other officers of what was happening, offering them his best wishes and luck, formally communicating to them that the was relieved of commanding them, sent off to command another batch of men who would return under the TFP banner.
Then he left the Command Center, hoping to catch a ride above to the docks.*Colonel Miller is now at the Dockyards*
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Post by thegunny on Jun 11, 2009 13:38:27 GMT -5
Matthew Claypoole, Tyson Salem, and Emily Phillips all trooped into Checkpoint Romeo where they started to gear up and get ready to move out. All they were informed of was there was an Eden lab in Stoneville they needed to search, and a new mutant, B.O.W species loose in Stoneville that they needed to capture one of. The new mutant B.O.W Claypoole and Phillips were unfamiliar with, but Claypoole was familiar with the facility at Stoneville, and was a bit worried about it.
Matthew Claypoole got his Ultimax 100 MK4, PM-5-30 shorty, and Wilson combat tactical M1911 hunter, and his ammunition, while Phillips got her M93R, Stainless II M1911, and VBR-B. They're gear had been shipped there for them and was ready for them by the time they got there. They put the weapons they had looted to make up for a lack of ammunition in the crates their own weapons had been shipped there in, and then mounted up into their Nissan Titan pickup truck, which the back of was filled with crates of ammunition in both the back seat and flat bed, had several RPO-M's in the flatbed, a B&T GL-06 in the cabin, and a crate of specialty pump action shotguns chambered for taser rounds, cryo rounds, and other non lethals. The flatbed also had a M2 browning .50 caliber machine gun mounted and had an AT4CS stowed as well.
Claypoole mounted up on the .50 cal and had the RPO-M's close at hand since he was the most trained for the position and the RPO-M's, while Tyson took the GL-06 for the car ride and took the shotgun seat, while Emily took the driver seat and gunned the engine, ready to drive once Tyson was ready, and then they headed off towards Stoneville, Emily making sure nothing came flying out of the flatbed of their Nissan 2009 Titan truck with all the stuff they had back there.
TYSON, CLAYPOOLE, AND PHILLIPS ARE NOW TRAVELING TO STONEVILLE
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Post by Mikey on Jun 13, 2009 2:26:55 GMT -5
Tyson had been all to happy for the checkpoint stay. A bit of rest, enough time and recources to load up fully and aquire a few new toys. Even enough for Tyson's 'package' to be brought to him. A brand new suit of his armor. He wasnt sure how, but the hours of the last contract had done more to it than years of work in Somalia. Probably because back then, he wasnt too keen on being a target. None of his teammates had ever managed to set themselves on fire and knock themselves out in one move, forcing the others to cover him until his ass woke up.
New armor, made of titanium this time around. Much lighter, but stronger, than the old steel. New underlayer of Dragon Skin material, the new kevlar supposably. Tyson'd be testing that out soon enough. Still the same mask, though. He didnt know why, but he liked it. Sure, it was made of steel on the outside and blown to all hell, but it had character. The old skull with a blown out chunk and burned nearly black just seemed to fit him. That, and he had already reinforced it after the little explosion incident. It was fine, combat wise.
His other new toy was gonna be a fan favorite. Milkor MGL. Buttstock removed with a front handgrip and EOTech grenadier sight on top. He had some good ol frag grenades along with several speciality types, just in case. Same principal as the shotguns. When he was all suited and loaded up, he took a seat next to Emily in the passenger seat as they took off to their destination.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 29, 2009 22:47:21 GMT -5
3rd squad from 1st Battalion, Delta company, 1st platoon marched into Checkpoint romeo from inside Raccoon city tired and used up. The battle hardened elite TFP operatives of 3rd squad looked rag tag compared to how they had gone in. They stunk, just about all of them had blood spatters on them from close calls, one or two of them had had to ditch their TFP issued equipment and instead were carrying civilian hunting rifles due to some close calls as well, their uniforms were dirty and molding over from getting drenched, dried, and drenched again. All in all, the boys like like they'd been in the s**ts, and rightly so. The majority of the TFP's Thor branch was out there in the thick of it and were getting worn out after the constant stress and fighting, and absence of R&R. The rotation system was in place but for Thor ground personnel it was still brutal nonetheless. However, every one of them knew how necessary it was, and didn't b*tch one bit. Many of them had been there, and done that with these bulls**t outbreaks.
As soon as they got into the checkpoint they walked towards a cleared area inside the checkpoint where TFP helicopters came and went frequently for refueling and rearming, and where TFP operatives gravitated when they were in the checkpoint. They circled up and wordlessly, and expectantly looked to Sergeant Middleton their squad leader to give them a sitrep. Even the harda** pain in the a** Hitler of a Sergeant sounded a tad tired and passive because of it
3rd herd.This next assignment should be real simple. We're heading down to the old water treatment plant and seeing if we can turn it on, or at least secure it so follow on civilian personnel can start running it. Since it seems simple, be ready for the biggest damn gosh damn fight you ever been in. You know how this s**t works. A hole to hell will probably be opening up beneath our feet if its supposed to be a breeze. Since its a big facility and higher only sees fit to send us out alone, we were instructed by the Lieutenant to find some civilians to accompany us while we wait for resupply to be arranged. I know, I know, we've all got our minds on the break we're going to get at the end of the week. I know we look pretty f**ked up right now. But we still have jobs to do. We're not allowed to drop a second sooner then when our shift out here hits zero hour, and we're not even near there yet. So I suggest you enjoy the breathing break we've got, and use it to the best of your ability. Watson, your with me, everyone else, take 5.
Sergeant Middleton then turned and stalked away from the helipad towards the part of the other part of the cramped checkpoint, which was reserved for civilian refugees. Some of the recently arrived military police from the army that had come in and reinforced the checkpoint in place of all the national guard and RPD personnel here were hanging around and guarding this sector, and they came into Middletons plan perfectly.
Hey Corporal! Sergeant Middleton, TFP. Doing another walking wounded run. You know the drill--- any fighting age male or veterans, or anyone who can use a gun, and use it well. We don't need survivor liaison material here.
The military policeman nodded and started to do what Sergeant Middleton had asked, and pulled out his loud speaker, echoing the request. Regardless of how many people that had already been recruited, many people who filled those requirements stepped up to offer their services. Middleton had noticed that the longer these outbreaks last, the more people resign themselves to fighting to the death instead of hoping everyone else will win it for them, and the more people are willing to give their lives for food for their family. That was good for them. They needed more people every day.
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Post by heeroyuy on Dec 30, 2009 14:10:51 GMT -5
Adam had been couped up in the Checkpoint Romeo for about a day. He was starting to wear holes in his jeans from running, there was a splatter of blood on his t-shirt from a close encounter that he had put a wind-breaker on over, but some of it still showed, and he could feel the effects of running from his home, around the city for a few days, and then to the checkpoint after the outbreak had claimed his home.
He was sitting in a chair with a paper towel restoring the shine on the blade of his beloved katana when he looked up to see a squad of what appeared to be soldiers enter the checkpoint. He had seen some other groups of what had looked like military personell come and go before and be kept half an eye and half an ear on them while they did. Every time he saw them, he remembered that what he had done for the past few days was what they did almost every day. They went out to try to make everyone else's lives just a little bit easier. He admired them for this. It wasn't until two of the soldiers left their circle and headed over toward them that he looked up from servicing his weapon and paid more attention.
Listening to the apparent Corporal's announcement that they were looking for recruits, Adam looked back down and continued scrubing the last bit of blood and dirt off the blade of his sword. It wasn't the first time he had had the chance of being recruited and he had passed up the last opportunity.
As he lifted up the sword to slide it back into its sheath, he looked around at the other refugees that were sitting around him. They looked similar to him, tired, dirty, and like they had been through hell. He pitied them because some of them didn't look they had ever held a gun and they had probably just run straight to the checkpoint for protection. Protection; they were just looking for a place where they would be safe. Places like those were getting more scarce now. He wanted to do what he could to change that. With a sigh, he got up from his chair, picked up his pack, and started making his way through the crowd of people over toward the two soldiers.
"You guys are looking for recruits?" he said in repetition of what the Corporal had said. "I'm no professional soldier, but I'll be glad to help you guys out." With his pack on his back, a Peacemaker on his side, and holding a sheathed katana in his left hand, he looked like he could follow through on his word.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 30, 2009 16:04:13 GMT -5
As everyone started to chime in and report their qualifications (Another handful of hunters and former law enforcement personnel. They'd just about exhausted the Ex-Mil reserves, they'd started to suspect), some kid walked up and tried to join in. Normally Middleton would have flat out told the kid no, but seeing as there were no clear cut decisions anymore since they were relying on choosing between this kids and self-described hunters, or some boys in blue who might 25 rounds from their sidearms every other week, he'd give the kid a shot. Middleton's voice seemed to boom with steel as he demanded from the kid to prove himself
Alright kid. What're your qualifications? We don't need professional soldiers for this operation, we just need people who can fight. I guarantee you all of you will get your turn regardless of your qualifications anyway.
Middleton had started to speak to the other guys, some of which seemed a little miffed that he'd passed them over to ask the kid what he could do.
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Post by heeroyuy on Dec 30, 2009 20:28:37 GMT -5
"Well, if that's the case," said Adam before looking at the other people behind him. He could feel that some of them were annoyed that they had been ignored by the Seargent for him simply because he was perceptive enough to notice hostility. "I guess I'm right for the job, Sir. I didn't learn about this place until after being out there for a few days. This being so, I can say I learned what's probably the most important thing anyone can learn, how to stay alive, Sir. I'll say that I'm a good shot, but I won't be arrogant enough to say I'm an excellent shot. If you told me to kill reliably, I'd have to choose this over any firearm out there," he said holding up his sword. "If you need someone who can fight, I can say that I'm qualified, Sir."
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Post by thegunny on Jan 1, 2010 3:36:35 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I was with my girlfriend all day
Middleton scanned the crowd with his characteristic glare, before he shrugged and sighed. He pointed at one hunter, a law enforcement officer, and the kid with a katana.
This isn't supposed to be a big assignment anyhow. You others'll be best used on something else, trust me.
They waved him over, and then they waited for a half hour to get resupplied. They weren't going into that city again without new uniforms, more ammunition, and replace what firearms they had lost. Finally, one of the chopper resupply shipments arrived, and they got their share of it. They handed Adam a Remington 870 they had found and a bandoleer for 38 rounds of 12 gauge buckshot, and handed the other 2 civilians an M4A1 that had been shipped in, and a salvaged Springfield M1A. They sorted out ammunition, cheap ACU BDU's, stab proof vests, elbow pads, knee pads, helmets, boots, gloves, and some bandannas and Balaclava's to cover up their exposed faces. Finally a couple cheap junker sedans salvaged were driven in, and the 12 man team trooped into 3 of the vehicles the military had salvaged and pressed into cheap use running so far only on the gas that they had in them already. So far things weren't bad enough they needed anything more then the gas in them, and there were hordes of these cars still left intact despite the heavy fighting.
Adam and company are now in the Riverside condos
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