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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 15, 2009 18:30:15 GMT -5
"Luz de la selva en fuego!" Marcos yelled in Spanish in to his radio. About three trucks back a concentrated stream of fire lathered the moving trees. The source was a solider equipped with a flamethrower. They had proved to be especially useful for getting rid of any creatures that hid in the trees. The trucks continued down the road as the soldier sprayed the trees closest to the path. Several charred bodies fell from the trees on fire. But, not all were dead.
Several of the bodies crawled through the jungle canopy, their long tongues lashing out at the tires of the trucks with no effect. They were dispatched with ease by both Union and guerrilla soldiers. But, not all fell to the jungle floor. Two demons who managed to dodge the fire in the trees leapt on to one of the flatbed trucks and the other jumped on Marcos and Brezhnev's jeep. The licker threw the soldier, who was at the helm of the machine gun on the back, off the jeep .
"Matarlo! Matarlo!" Marcos yelled in Spanish turning in his seat with his pistol unholstered. "Kill it! Kill it!"
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Post by Mikey on Feb 19, 2009 6:03:29 GMT -5
The sound of weapon's fire and the smell of burning flesh and wood was as clear as day to the black ops team stalking the jungles. Scott didnt even need to use his UAV links or thermal imaging to get a bead on where the enemy forces were or where they needed to go to tail them. He was also thinking about what they were shooting at.
A force like them wernt just shooting off rounds for no reason. No, something was out here, and it was as big a danger to the Jormugand team as it was to the Union. "Total silence. No weapons fire unless ordered, no radio contact from here on in whatsoever." Scott wispered into his radio while he had the chance to. Two signal blips sounded in his ear, marking that the men heard and understood the order and were following it.
Scott nodded his head and held up his hand, waving it foreward to signal them to pick up the pace. He would stop them when they got closer to the Union forces.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 19, 2009 9:57:37 GMT -5
Brezhnev saw the skinned creature toss the soldier off of the jeep with ease. Angered, the Russian let loose with fire from his AN94 rifle. The bullets at close range ripped through the creature's flesh and bone. The General watched as the creature weakly flailed it's arm at the him as it died. Brezhnev rolled the creature off the jeep as he turned his attention to the flatbed where Union and South American soldiers fought the creature.
The soldiers were caught off guard as the monster landed behind their fire line. They tried as best as they could to redirect their fire, but the creature was faster. The licker jumped at one of the Union soldiers, taking the two of them off the truck and down to the ground.
"No!" Brezhnev shouted, seeing the Russian soldier fall. "Focus fire on that monster!"
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 21, 2009 22:20:20 GMT -5
As the demon landed beside the road, the soldiers on the trucks took aim and fired, shredding it to pieces with their outdated weaponry. There were shouts of joy as the trucks rumbled forward through the jungle and out in to an open field. But the danger wasn't behind them but all around them. Another danger Marcos's men faced everyday in the jungle was the tall grass. Legless zombies as well as other small animals infected by the T-Virus lurked in the grass as well as the dreaded Jaguar, infected or not it was still a dangerous beast.
"Not to worry friend," Marcos said looking out in to the dark field. "We will be at the hotel in a few short minutes."
Within two minutes the trucks came on to an actual road. The scenery had changed from a jungle death trap to a urban death trap. Before the outbreak this part of Brazil was dangerous, but now it was even worse. Zombies walked aimlessly through the street and gunfire could be heard sporadically from all over the area. It was apparent that this place was a war zone, full of gangs basking in the absense of the government and full of infected looking for a meal. Several buildings were set a fire alongside the road, lighting the path to the hotel.
"I used to live here you know," Marcos said in a calm tone, the light from the fire brightening his face from the dark. "One street over, it's been years since I've been there but I can remember things so vividly. The hot soup on the table, my wife holding my crying son, the pounding on the door... you don't forget things like that. That's why I'm fighting friend and I'm honored that you are fighting beside me."
The trucks turned a corner and continued down another street before turning once again. The new street they arrived on was a different scene. Two machine gun nests sat on both sides of the street about twenty yards in front of a large black gate with two men standing guard at it. The convoy drove past the machine gun nests and stopped in front of the giant gate before being let through.
(Marcos now at the Hotel Othon)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 24, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -5
The Russians looked at the dead bodies wandering aimlessly in the streets. Brezhnev remembered back when they first returned to Mother Russia, the sight of the dead walking in the streets, the army doing nothing but protecting the corrupt government and turning a blind eye to the suffering of the people.
"Comrade, you never forget the memories....they never go away." Brezhnev replied, as the trucks rolled into the Hotel.
*Brezhnev is now at the Hotel Othon*
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Post by soldier on Jan 13, 2011 10:56:54 GMT -5
Hypatia looked at the man who they called the american. He knew that this guy was also the one who killed Umbrella opratives. He kept his distance, hoped his uniform didn't give him away. If it had for two years in the prision, then it didn't really matter to him by much. Guards p*ssed on the inmates, inmates try to have their fun, life was always hanging by a thread. The other man who he still had his eyes on and is american who punks with the american, Andrew, finally understood who this guy was too or at least an idea.
Andrew watched the man stair at him from acrossed the Mining tunnel. The sound of others hacking there way though the structure in unison almost and dust filled their lungs. It really bugged him. He seen him before, and this guy was just not right about him, But he had an UBCS uniform. He walked over to him and extended his hand. "Receba a inferno na terra, senhor" He said in Brazilian durived Portuguese.
The man walked over to him and extended his hand and said in translation of the language he just spoke. "Welcome to hell on earth, Mister" He shook his hand then smiled slightly. "you too" He had sat down across from him and offered him a smoke. He took one and he let the man let his cigarette. "I'm Andrew" he said to him. Hypatia ignored the name. "Its been two long years since I had a smoke"
Andrew laughed. "Best time to start up, eh. Whats you're name, soldier?"
Hypatia looked at him. "They call me Hang man"
Andrew looked at him, confused. "Hang man?"
"Hang man is easier for some who can't speak or pronounce a word of Russian" He said,
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2011 11:02:53 GMT -5
Inside the mining prison known as La Boca Del Infierno on the island of Grenada. Many prisons are kept here, most just residence who fought against the soldiers. Torture and fights occur daily. A couple men seem highly out of place. One of them is the man referred to as the American, Nick Cassidy.
Nick sat at a completely empty table when they were allowed to eat. He had eaten the slop and relaxed a little. His feet rested on the table top and his chair rested on two legs. No one talked to him, no one knew his name, and no one knew a thing about him. He liked it that way. Usually contact with others lead to conflict. That usually lead to either a torture session or a beating.
Nick was harder to crack open then a nut covered in steel. He was even harder to kill. He had survived for so long with people who hated him. Most just wanted him to die.
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Post by soldier on Jan 13, 2011 11:51:01 GMT -5
Andrew Shrugged. "I knew Russians I worked with..."
hypatia didn't seem to care what he knew. He looked over at the man eating. resting on two legs. "You bunk with that man, right." He took a long drag from his cigarette.
Andrew looked over at nick. "Not as much, I split my earnings of smokes between us." He took out a smoke and lit it. The smoke filled his lungs with the dust as well. "Why?"
"American," He called out over to him. "What is that crap you eating?" Hypatia flicked ashes, he glanced over at the door way. that same B.O.W. was at the opening of the tunnel. It really amazes me that theres only one B.O.W. that can really act human. He watched its eye change colors from blue to red. He looked over at the tough man. "Well? What's that Sh*t you're eating, brat?"
Andrew Knew brat was brother in russian, He didn't know how nick would take it as, though.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2011 12:00:48 GMT -5
Nick just eyed the man who was calling to him. He didn't make the food, he just ate it. Nick continued to relax, not making a move to get up. After a minute he yelled back "s***!" that's what it was might as well tell him. It had the consistency of oatmeal but the taste of cardboard. With a little sugar he stole from the kitchen he made it taste okay. It might have been ground up bark for all he knew. Plenty of bark on this island.
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Post by soldier on Jan 13, 2011 12:14:33 GMT -5
Andrew pulled his meal out. He laughed, "I rather perpher My ex-wifes cooking over this sh*t" He set it aside but he continued to finish his smoke.
Hypatia looked at the American. "The hell is his problem?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette. He wanted to fight him for killing some of his men, but with michanical boy out in the tunnel, he didn't want to risk it.
Andrew looked at him. "He has a marines set mind. He's like me in a way. I can tell you one thing, I have lot more years on my and I'm fifty two. But on the safe side, don't f--k with him."
Hypatia ignored it. It was jail after all, there was no better way to do but cause chaos and know some people and best part, let one guy get his ass kicked by guards and laugh at them while they did it. "Where you from, brat?"
Andrew sighed. "Or get you're ass handed to you, find with me, anyway. Been looking for a good entertament to watch."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2011 14:20:24 GMT -5
Nick rolled his eyes at the dumb question. Everyone only knew one thing about him: he was American. He looked to the guy before answering, others' ears perked up but they kept their heads down, everyone knew you only asked Nick where he was from if you were looking for a fight. "America." Nick's answer was so the same every time. No one knew specifically where he was from or even what his name is.
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Post by soldier on Jan 13, 2011 14:44:00 GMT -5
Andrew shook his head and finished his meal. "I tried that approch, he didn't take it too kindly." He said to hang man.
Hypatia looked at Andrew then at the American. "Well no sh*t you're from America," He said to him. He shook his head with this guys additude when he was trying to fit in. "Zhalʹ, chto ya proklyatyĭ dollar za kazhdyĭ ryvok off skazal mne, chto-Were in America? I'm from Azov, Russia" he puthis cigarette out.
Andrew started to eat his crappy food but when hang man said "I wish I had a damn dollar for everytime the jerk offs told me that" He choaked on his food. He stood up, and cletch his fist. "Well sorry, maybe you Ivans should really learn to understand to sit the f--k down and not both anyone"
Hypatia turn to Andrew. "Well look who's talking, I've had no body spoke to be for two years stright until you came up and ruin my peace and quit. You're too stupid to talk, pal, so please eat you're meal and have another cigarette"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2011 14:58:34 GMT -5
Nick didn't even bother to answer instead he said, "Either you are new or just that f**king stupid. The guards have been asking me that question for years and they don't even know. So mind your business or I will make you. Andrew, how'd you get stuck at the same table as that idiot?!" Nick asked Andrew before leaning his head back again.
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Post by soldier on Jan 13, 2011 15:25:56 GMT -5
Andrew shrugged. "I just came over-" before he could answer Nick, Hang man started to laugh a little. "Whats so funny?"
Hypatia Laughed. "I guess all you Americans are the same in prision," He looked at the American. "If you're going to make me, then I will tell you right now, You won't even have a shot in hell to put me on my ass. I know a few things about you" He turn to Andrew. "And you, as well. You use to work along side with Union Of Patriots. You all are so funny these days"
"Hey!" A voice said from the Tunnel. It was that B.O.W. machine again, it's eye was glowing red. "Shut you're trap, inmate"
"He speaks." He laughed harder.
Andrew was lost for words. How does this guy know? He got up and punched him dead in his face. "Bastard! You keep my name out of this, Clear?"
Hypatia head jerked back and stagered a little. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men..." he spoke coldly.
Andrew looked at him perplexed "What?"
Hypatia cletched his fist and gave Andrew a hey maker to his throat. He grabbed it, gasping for air. "Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children" He grabbed him by the shoulder and head butted him, hard enough to drop him. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you!" He raised his foot up high enough. he was going to crush this idots face in.
Andrew Gasped for air. He saw his foot over his face. He locked his legs in, thrashing him to the group. He got over him ."YOU MOTHER---K! HOW DEAR YOU! I WILL MURDER YOUR ASS RIGHT HERE!" He punched him hard enough but all it seem to do is make him laugh.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2011 15:35:19 GMT -5
Nick didn't even move as the crowd rushed to encircle the fight. Nick wouldn't move to help many the few he has was covered up by acting like a tough guy. The other week he had won a fight against a large prisoner and a guard. He wouldn't have fought them except there was a teenage girl, about seventeen, who was about to be beaten to death by the prisoner.
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