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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 18, 2008 7:42:29 GMT -5
Small villages ranging from grass huts to wooden cabins dot the land of Brazil. A great deal of them were overrun by the undead fairly easily, having no real way of knowing how to protect themselves from the infection. Be weary wandering through, as danger lurks around every corner.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 1, 2009 12:51:08 GMT -5
The car slowly pulled into the middle of the village, the dirt clumps cracking and crunching beneath the tires. As soon as the engine cut off, the driver side door popped open and Scott Joseph stepped out. He surveyed the sight around as he went around to the trunk to get his bag. Men with AK 47's rushed to meet them as the rest of the men started to get out of their vehicals.
Popping open the trunk, Scott grabbed his case and looked at the first man who made it there. "Carry that." He said, swinging it out and handing the heavy duffle bag to the man. He moved toward the front of the car, waiting to be told what to do by Mihailov.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 4, 2009 19:04:43 GMT -5
Mihailov merely made hand gestures for the others to move and follow him, stepping into the biggest of the ramshackle huts, hovels, shacks, and shanty's, the whole village smelling of blood, gore, gunpowder, and rot. It was extremely clear that the cartel enforcers had indeed been at work feriously to clear out the village for them. Once they stepped inside what would become their "command bunker", it became also apparent they had followed their instructions and not opened any of their high-tech T.F.P equipment and left the stuff where it should be placed, but still waiting to be unpackaged. Mihailov spoke in his outside voice, not needing his command voice yet, his voice never the less slow, raspy, and ominiously threatening; his voice in itself suggesting the imagery of a coiled up rattler snake that would lash out at you in any moment if it saw fit to deal with someone who was getting it its way
Start unpacking the stuff and finish making ready. This will be our field operations center. The other buildings will house everything else, including us. When we're finished we should have multiple single-car "Garages" set up, multiple ammunition caches, two armories, and numerous living quarters with entrenchings in the interior. We're going to V.C this s**t up. Get to work. The enforcers will hold the perimeter for us. Joseph, once this O.C is set up, start using the electronics to find the desired targets. U.A.V's, U.G.V's, satellite sweeps, computer hacks, all that stuff. Get to it, Jorms.
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Post by swiss on Feb 5, 2009 18:36:18 GMT -5
From one of the Jormugand units, one of them was Jonas A. Hesse. Deciding to follow orders and set an example, he gave a salute to his superior; Mihailov before acknowledging his orders in a: "Affirmative, sir, I will comply with the orders."
Pacing at a fast rate towards the equipment left on the trunk of the car, he would lift a certain equipment into the buildings which were specified by his field officer. It was a radar equipment that he carried, placing it to the ground in a shack which he has entered, it was quite cleared that there is a rotting corpse inside the shack, mostly at the corner, apparently one riddled with M4 bullets in Jonas's guess, though Jonas wasn't so sure about that, it was only his speculation so far.
Ignoring the dead body, Jonas slides out a table from the edge of the wall, dragging it closer to his equipment, placing the radar module on it before taking out some of the plugs and wires, hooking them up to the other sets of radio equipment before attaching the plug to a battery, powering up the radar module as it goes online, standing back in satisfaction of his work before getting out of the building to inform his superior of it.
"Radar module is operational, sir, and ready to be utilized for U.A.V's and satellite sweeps." He announced to Mihailov.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 6, 2009 19:18:42 GMT -5
Once everyone was set up, Mihailov started putting on his ballistic face mask and gearing up the rest of the way for an extended field deployment. As he did so, he growled
Joseph, take fireteam delta and get out into the jungle. Use our electronic resources and our unmanned resources to locate the preferred targets. O-Riley, supervise the delta expedition. Fireteam's Alpha and Beta, your with me. Charlie, supervise the camp. Hesse, lead the way for now.
Mihailov hefted his suppressed colt M4A1 chambered for the .338 Spectre and then slung his FNH SLP Mark 1 12 gauge shotgun over into his back-holster, starting to step out of the building.
Hesse, your going to take fireteam's alpha and beta and find a union patrol. Stalk them, follow them, and if I say so and only if I say so, ambush them. Load up for an extended field stay, load for black ops(Covert ops), and load heavy. Lets get going men.
Mihailov then followed Hesse and his two fireteams heading out into the jungles, sticking back safely yet being close enough to take refuge within their ranks in case they ran into trouble.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 16, 2009 9:16:29 GMT -5
Scott nodded to Mihailov when the orders were given out and began to set up his computer. He sent out signals to the men around the camp who had set up the Unmanned Arial and Ground Vehicals. Within a minutes time, the drones were launched and their feeds were beginning to come in in both radar and camera form. He then linked the computers, as well as everyone's GPS systems to a passing satillite that provided thermal imageing to the Jormugand team.
"Sir, unmanned vehicals launched, thermal imaging coming in now." He said as he unzipped the sweater he had on. He ripped the buttons on the black track pants he on loose and revealed the semi standard assult wear for the Jormugand team. He wasnt wearing his usual suit, which was more made for internal infiltration than jungle warfare.
He grabbed his weapons, first his Mk. 23 and Mag 7, sticking them in their holsters, then his FN2000. Making sure he had everything, he went outside the tent and yelled out "Fireteam Delta! On me!" When the men had assembled, he led them out into the forest through the gates, finding cover in the trees and sticking with it.
(Scott and his fireteam are now in the jungle.)
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