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Post by Mikey on Jan 14, 2011 6:49:14 GMT -5
Scott had told the pilot to land about a mile away from the prison, enough that no one there would heard the blades. It meant more walking for him, but he didn’t mind it. When he got there, he would tell them to either wait or come in hot. Depending what kind of defenses the place had. They had little info about the place, but everything seemed to indicate it was a hole in the face of the Earth. A hole that they dumped people they didn’t want to deal with anymore. That was always a good thing. Less heat if things went bad and he had to kill a few people.
He moved through the thick trees and brush, keeping away from any paths that may have people on them. The longer he could go without being detected, the better.
He found his way to the prison in a matter of minutes, keeping away as he eyed it. Simple setup. A wall around a yard, two buildings. Undoubtedly one of them was the cell block, the other the guards barracks. There were a few guards patrolling the top. Not a problem.
He reached into his pack and pulled out his USP, threading the suppressor onto the end and sliding it into the back of his waistband. He pulled out his knife and waited for the right time, shooting across the clearing to the wall when no one was watching. In a display of athleticism, he jumped about three feet from the wall and grabbed onto it, the rough hewn walls easy to climb. When he got to the top, he took a peek over the edge and looked for the guards. One was coming, no more were in sight. He timed the guard’s speed and lunged up at the perfect moment, grabbing the guard and jamming the knife through his throat. All his vocal chords cut, the guard went silent, even as he plummeted over the edge.
Scott moved very little, but did the same thing to the other two guards on the wall. With no one to discover him at this stage, he got on top of the wall and crouched low to avoid being seen. He made it over to one of the towers and took a look out into the yard, watching a fight break out. His keen eyes saw his target, the Hangman, on the winning end of it.
He noticed there wasn’t much of a dress code for the prisoners, and an idea formulated in his mind.
Using grime from the floor of the tower, he spread it over his face and hands to give the impression that he was a regular. He took off his sweater and backpack, sliding the backpack back on and then his sweater over it. With a bit of adjustment, it was near invisible under his baggy sweater. He moved the knife back to its sheath and put the pistol back into his waistband, looking for his window to enter the yard and finding it soon after. He jumped down with little notice, a quick groan exiting his mouth at the pain in his knees.
From there, he kept his back against the wall and took a look around, waiting for an opportunity to approach his target.
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Post by soldier on Jan 14, 2011 11:45:00 GMT -5
The fight gathered more on lookers. Hypatia let Andrew beat him some more as he laughed, this was more fun then it looked. He grabbed Andrew's olive drabbed shirt and bit his neck hard.
Andrew screamed in pain "MOTHER---KER!!!!!" He Bashed his head into the ground harder and harder, but he wouldn't let go. Now he knew what them zombies felt like when they bit their victems. He grabbed a near by rock aand bashed it over his head. He felt blood trickle down his neck "You a f--king pycho?"
Hypatia licked the blood from his lips. "You punch like a little b*tch" He said. He was badly injured that he didn't even pay to notice. "You're nothing but filth you weak american dog!" They stood up quick enough and charged at each other head on. Hypatia tackled Andrew and he started beating his face in. "How do you like that, you peacie of sh*t!!!"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 14, 2011 15:54:33 GMT -5
Nick was far from the crowd and was able to see something he might have missed otherwise. It was his first time topside in years so he was always enjoying scenery rather than the fights. The first thing that caught his eye was the change in number of guards. Then the absence of them on the walls. What happened next blew his mind. A man jumped down the wall into the camp. Nick stood up and headed towards the visitor. In a matter of seconds, Nick was behind the man. "Head into the crowd and blend in or you won't live very long. Now tell me why you are here." Nick ordered the visitor.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 15, 2011 5:44:42 GMT -5
Scott looked to his side, as he had never left from the wall. His back had remained against it at all times. For just such an occasion, a wannabe boogeyman trying to be scary.
“I’m fine here.” He said. He could live just fine even if this place went on high alert. He’d come prepared. “You seem to think your in charge here. It may even be true. I’m here for someone, nothing more. But if you happened to follow my footsteps to freedom, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to call the authorities. If your interested in escape.” He added. If not… He may have to do something drastic to avoid detection.
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Post by soldier on Jan 15, 2011 7:35:30 GMT -5
As the Russian went ape sh*t on him, bleeding and numb from him beating his face in, all he could do was beat his side in hard enough for him to slow down his punches, but every time he try, he still kept swinging wildly. His head ache, he lost a few teeth, something had to slow hang man down. He reached for his make shift plastic knife that he had once made in cell from a few plastic knives with lacker-thiner and a little bit of flames adds to melt the plastic. It seem like the only chance. He pulled it out with his pants and stabbed it into his thigh.
Hypatia saw the make shift weapon as he was punching his face in and saw it go to his thigh He stopped "ARRGGGH!" He mimic the pain and started to laugh. "Don't you get it yet? I can't feel a damn thing!" He twisted his left arm and broke his arm, the fresh sound of bone snapping. Andrew screamed in pain, which also satisfied Hypatia more. "Squeal, you American dog!" He spat blood in his face. He looked around, the crowd went wild, betting money on the victor. He got slowly guards were just now rushing in. Hypatia got on his knees hands over his head. "You're nothing, you're a joke like all the rest. And I'll make sure I'll get out of this hell hold, I'll destroy all of you!" One guard scream to shut up in a mix of Spanish and some fort of language. "You are weak" he yelled, one of the guards, hit him at the back of his head and dragged him back to his cell still laughing. As they pulled him out of the mining tunnel he saw the American and another new face. Someone sent for me, eh?, horoshyee (good)!. "You too American! I'll leave you're corps in the zombie pit for them to feed on you're rotten body!"
Andrew visions was a blur, he felt more alive then ever, in the end, it was one hell of a fight. the guards went back for a stretcher. He grabbed his arm and snapped it back in place, he let out a scream of pain. his hole body was numb, from all the beating. the guard lift him up to the two man stretcher. The leader of the Union Of Patriots would of enjoyed it more then Hang man did and still give him respect for taking a fight like that. they took him to out of the tunnel and headed to the the infirmary
Hypatia was thrown into his cell. He walked up to the cell gate, and holding the bars. If he knew that new guy was Scott from N.U.C. it could only mean that they had plans for him. That Alec was watching him carefully. He walked to the bed and sat down, he took off the pillow case and found a envelope. He glanced at it it read "Callsign Sparrow6.2" He grunted. "I'll be damn" Sparrow was the callsign for Tim's modded UT. But it didn't matter. He took out the plastic molded knife and wrapped the pillow cover around twice on the wound and tied it off. He heard foot steps and he stuffed the envelope into his empty tac-vest. There were guards in the cell block. Hypatia laid down and took his nap, resting for what will happen next.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 15, 2011 14:47:04 GMT -5
As the guards rushed the fight to pull the men apart, Nick knew it was a matter of minutes before being dragged back into the tunnels. "What year is it? I want out of here and you are going to help me. In about a minute and a half everyone up here will be rushed back down into the tunnels. You need to keep your head down and answer any question asked and fulfill any order given if you wanna get out. If you don't do that you can kiss freedom away. Especially if they spot your gear." he ordered the visitor.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 16, 2011 11:40:29 GMT -5
“Yes, because I would politely let myself be taken into custody.” Scott said, a smirk on his face as he watched the guards start to round everyone up. It had been his place to be taken to the cell block. From there, it would be easy to both meet up with Hypatia and break out.
“Your help in pointing out the obvious was top notch, thank you very much.” He said, walking away and blending into the crowd of prisoners. There didn’t seem to be a system of order for where the prisoners went. It looked more like they just returned to their own cells at gunpoint. Scott went along with it, keeping an eye on the Hangman, depositing himself into the cell across the hall. After a bit of telling the one who occupied the cell the same thing he’d told the one outside, the man simmered down and let Scott hide under the bed. A quick thump against the side of the bed told him that the roundup was done and the guards had made their rounds.
Sliding out from under, he walked to the door and took a look out into the hall for himself, pulling a set of lock picks out of his pocket. After a bit of work, the cell door was open.
“I’ll leave this unlocked. Wait until I make a move to escape.” He told the prisoner. He just nodded and took a seat on his bed, opening a book and pretending Scott wasn’t there.
With one last look, he walked out of the cell and to Hypatia’s across the way, unlocking the door and closing it behind him when he entered.
“Mister Prokourorov.” He said quietly, knowing it would probably wake the man from his sleep, slinking to the side of the cell to avoid being seen if someone walked by the cell block.
“Ready to leave the jungle?” He asked, walking across the cell and taking a look at the window.
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Post by soldier on Jan 17, 2011 6:07:20 GMT -5
Hypatia Open one eye, looking at scott. "Ready when you are" He said in his solft Russian voice. He closed his eyes and smirked. "Took you guys long enough" He just snickered. They trashed most of his gear two years ago, everything but his pocket saw, it was help enough and been dying to strangle someone gruesomely with it. "When do we make our exfil?" He asked.
The nurse was checking Andrew for any internal bleeding. It was common to have female nurses. But in Andrew's mind: Women lead to sex or worse. A place like this for a girl stuck with men was really not safe. He looked out on the cell block, as the guards did security detail. He winced in pain. "easy sweet heart. You'll break my aching heart if you did some more" she smiled sweetly, Andrew was only but a flirt and killed the medical staff with kindness.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 17, 2011 16:21:10 GMT -5
Nick, having been here for twelve years, had rigged the cell door a long time ago. He opened the door and snuck his way over to the infirmary. He closed the door behind him and was greeted by the nurse. "Just visiting my favorite gambling man." he said as he headed over to his bed. "So, I know how we can get back at that mother f**king Russian, but we need to act fast." Nick said to Andrew.
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Post by soldier on Jan 18, 2011 2:10:21 GMT -5
Andrew staired at the ceiling. He was in so much pain as it is, but fighting was fighting. If it was anything, he still had the best record ever. Nick came in to see him, He nodded. When he told him that he had a way to get back at that Russian, he also said it had to happen fast. You had all the time in the world to get back someone, his voice sounded urgent some how in a calm way. "Ok...Why act fast? Who would come out here all the way to bale his ass?" He asked. He struggled to pull his smokes out, he lifted the box lid open, there was about 18 smokes left and hundreds more at their cell. He pulled one out with his ip and pulled his zippo and lit it.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 18, 2011 4:17:59 GMT -5
“Right now.” Scott said, reaching into the back of his sweater, into his pack, and grasping the radio on top of the pile. He keyed it several times, letting the helicopter know they should start take off.
“Can you climb?” He asked. The guards patrolling the wall still hadn’t been discovered missing. If they had, the place would be on alert. Scott figured the best, and quickest, way to go was to go the way he had come. Over the wall, and to disappear into the jungle.
He reached into the pack again, grabbing a few grenades and slipping them into the front pocket of his sweater. A flash and frag.
Taking a peak out into the hall before opening the door again. He took the .45 out and hid it behind him as he moved out into the hall, motioning for the Russian to follow.
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Post by soldier on Jan 18, 2011 7:14:22 GMT -5
Hypatia sat up looked out to the hall way as the guard walked by. "Da" He picked up that make shift knife. He watched Scott ready himself. He motioned him to get ready, Hypatia stack behind him. "Next one should be in the next minute, Lets get out before he comes in and before these people start making a ruckus" He slid the knife under his sleeve. He tapped his shoulder with two fingers giving him the signal to start.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 18, 2011 9:42:29 GMT -5
"Just follow me." was all he said before heading into the hall. A guard was coming down the hall at that moment. He started yelling at Nick, but Nick stood there until he got close to him. Nick threw a Hell of a punch, knocking the guard out. He grabbed the guard's club and ran for Hypatia's cell. As he ran down the hall he ran the club against the bars of the cells and yelled to bring attention of everybody to him.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 18, 2011 13:29:57 GMT -5
Scott shot a look down the hall, hearing a voice he remembered well.
“That son of a b*tch…” He muttered. “Plan B. Keep up.” He said to Hangman, taking off in a sprint down the hall he had come in from. He could hear other voices yelling. Some were prisoners, some guards. The prisoners’ yells came and faded as expected from running down the halls. The guards, they got louder no matter what. They were coming this way, from the direction Scott was running. He shot his hand out behind him, telling the Russian to stop and get down, while he kept moving. He went low, crouching down slightly as he neared the turn.
Popping against the wall, he waited for the guards to come. Two sets of boot steps, he could tell now. Less than ten feet away. They rounded the corner, the first one running past Scott without a second glance. The second saw the crouching man, aimed his rifle at him. Scott met the barrel with his hand midway, pushing it against the wall and jabbing the muzzle of the suppressed pistol into the mans chest. Firing a quick double tap at point blank range, he then spun, ducked down, and fired another into the other guard who had been turning to see what the commotion behind him was.
He picked up one of the AK-47’s and tossed it to Hypatia. Along with the magazine from the second one.
“Don’t fire unless I tell you to.” He said, holding up his pistol, noting the sound suppressor on the end of it. And how the rifle fire would give them away for sure. “This way.” He said, going down the way the guards had come. They had to get there fast, or the place would get locked down and he’d have to blow his way out of here.
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Post by soldier on Jan 18, 2011 13:58:09 GMT -5
Andrew follwoed Nick. He had some plan when he knocked the guard out with a hay maker. "What are you doing?" He asked Nick he made lot of noise running the club on the cell bars. Then all of a sudden the Russian and some other guy ran out of the cell. His cigarette fell out of his lips was in shock. "You're kidding me?"
Hypatia followed scott down the hall, the prisoners grew louder and louder. After watching Scott take out the guard, he had tossed him the AK-47. He looked at him as he told him not to fire when he told him to. "Got it." he checked the chamber if there was a bullet in it. it was freshly loaded. He stuck the mag in his tac vest. "Come back here" A voice eched down the hall, he looked back and it was Andrew running.
Andrew didn't give a crap if he got shot or not, his life as SWAT all he did was get shot. He's body ache but he kept on Charging. He braught his arm back to punch him, but Hang man jabbed the butt of AK into his stomache. "I'm Sorry, Union man. But this is my ride out of year." Hang man looked at his man and motioned him to continued. he then looked back at Andrew. "See you around, Merc." he then took off. Andrew struggled to get up. He groan and yelled as he got up slowly. "Damn prick." He picked up the one of the guards side arm. "lets see you get away from this smart move." Andrew simple raised it in the air and fired off some rounds. Alarms started to echo.
Hypatia continued as shots rang off. He turn back then seconds later Alarms went off and prisoners roared. "Don't suppose, you got a plan C in mind" He said to scott still as quiet as ever.
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