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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Sept 17, 2011 23:18:25 GMT -5
Trenton stood up slowly, brushing the blood off of his uniform. "My mission directives have me about six kilometers east of here. Have at the bastard, but..." Trenton glanced at the soldiers prodding the Tyrant and checking the hallways. "Your boss, he normally drop B.O.W.s into a fight while he's still got men on the ground?" Trenton finished clutching his buck shot shoulder and limply holding his PDW. Suddenly he remembered his manners. "Pleasure to meet a fellow tactitian." he added holding out his less bloodied hand. Then, the lights flash on, but only for a moment before a high pitched whine rings through the facility and the entire grid goes offline. Now, not even the emergency lights remain on, and all door locks are lifted...
Suddenly, the Final Wave Troopers, Calhoun and Trenton are the front line for the infected battle. Not a fighting soul remains, in B6, 7 or 8. Yet, deep into the old facility, a lone scientist sits behind his computer. Muttering to himself about who is calling the shots, or why his facility was being attacked. In the end it didn't matter, to him, the facility was lost and his own life was over. The doctor cradled his bitten arm and stared as the computer told him again and again that the viral strain he had contracted would have unpredictable results if mixed with the antiviral agents. "Is it worth it? To end up like Birkin, be healed or die of infection?" he said out loud as he eyed the needle next to his laptop...
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Sept 28, 2011 20:22:24 GMT -5
"He's a strange one." Calhoun replied to the question. He was about to shake the man's extended hand when the lights went out, and the hallway was beginning to be flooded by infected zombies and monsters from below.
"Form rank!" Calhoun ordered to the Final Wave Soldiers. The troopers acknowledged their commander's order, and formed a firing line, keeping the creatures at bay. "Fall back....fall back! Back to the surface...."
The soldiers fired and moved back towards the stairs. ************************************************************************
"Link reestablished." the General AI announced.
"Good....relay the orders! Have him....exterminate all." Ander sneered. ************************************************************************
A001 awoke from it's coma like state, surrounded by the infected. The Tyrant began to swing it's massive fists into the faces of the monsters, sending the heads off the creatures.
"Super Soldier reactivated, sir!" one of the Final Wave Soldiers announced. "Attacking BOW targets...."
"Fine...still....get back up to the top." Calhoun barked.
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Oct 25, 2011 0:14:51 GMT -5
Trenton kept below the men's line of fire. His first reaction was to dive for the ground when the lights went out. When the lights didn't come on, he had to dig for his flashlight using the flashes of the mens muzzles for light. The chaos made it hard for him to tell who was who at first but the men had formed up well enough for him to know anything beyond those flashes was dead and becoming deader. "Are we evacuating?" Trenton shouted as he crawled between the legs of the men. "Calhoun! We have to get topside, anyone below is lost!" Trenton shouted again, dragging himself to his feet and drawing his PDW.
Up above the last of the Umbrella teams stand outside the facility. "I wonder what happened to the lights?" one of the men asks. "Probably some guys below level trying to still fight their way through those mercs." another answered. The men waited, not to be prisoners, but rather for someone with a radio to surface and call for some sort of evacuation.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 22, 2011 19:09:38 GMT -5
"Right." Calhoun replied, as he turned his attention back to his soldiers.
"Evacuate!" He ordered. The Final Wave Troopers continued to lay down suppressing fire on the infected.
A001 slammed it's fist into a charging Hunter as it looked back towards Calhoun and the Final Wave Troopers. With it's new orders in mind, A001 charged towards the soldiers.
"What is-" one of the troopers began, as the massive fist of the Tyrant slammed into the soldier's chest, sending him flat against the concrete wall. A splatter of blood bubbled from his mouth as he slumped to the floor. A001 dropped it's boot down on the man's neck as it went towards the other soldiers.
"Run!" Calhoun ordered, seeing the situation. "Tyrant malfunction!" ********************************************************************
"One down...." Ander chuckled. "Finish them, my creation....show them the meaning of war."
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Post by Amphibian on Jan 9, 2012 21:43:20 GMT -5
"Home Sweet Home...Or so they say..."
Manuel Steele was contacted after his run in with the group at the hospital. A bullet wound was all that he gained from the encounter. He still could remember their names, their faces, and their compassion. That still didn't matter to him, he was still a contract killer and the amount of money for this kill was substantial. The LSA hired Manuel to make sure a certain helicopter didn't make it across the jungle.
So that was his mission and he already had a plan. Manuel made sure that he had all the equipment that was need to finish the fight. The LSA would make sure to have the Helicopter goes down, and it was his job to finish all of the survivors didn't make it to the other side of the jungle. The LSA took the targets siblings as hostages, and this person found out.
That's why Manuel Steele stole the only way to save himself if he was injured by the survivor. The C-4 detonator that was wired around the hostage's home. After procuring the detonator, the LSA betrayed him, they planned on betraying him from the start. Manuel just sped the process up. Back home and ready to die. So like he said.
"Home Sweet Home"
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 14, 2012 16:09:24 GMT -5
-Abigail and Toast are now in the Tropic Forest-
Toast closed in on Abigail as they entered the forest, this Fabio was dangerous and when the time came he would have to catch a stray bullet or get lost in the rainforest. It was clear that this fool was no CIA or any other mainstream agency, most likely a LSA operative or mercenary under their pay. The man was an adequate guide but no specialist in Jungle tracking, to look for footprints in the undergrowth was an obvious and non efficient technique. He kept his voice down as he feared being overheard by whoever might be nearby.
"Forget Footprints, in this undergrowth and climate they will weather quickly. Look at the branches, the leaves, look for angles that are not natural."
Toast took Abigail by the shoulder and brought them both down to a crouch, he took her left hand and guided it to point at a section of the undergrowth that had been partially trampled, by something too heavy to be rodents or small animals. He turned to her and smiled, "see, like that, it's looking good for us Rogue."
He stood and signalled Fabio to the trail and indicated the local 'guide' to take point now the trail was found. The skill in tracking was finding a trail, very often did it need a master tracker to follow a trail once found. Alot of it was common sense and putting yourself in the mindset of those you were tracking, what would they do next, how many were they etc. With a nod of his head and a wink to Abigail he indicated she should fall in between Fabio and himself, it was the safest place to be. What he didn't need to tell her was that if an enemy was good enough to pick off the rearguard on patrols without much notice then most of the patrol wouldn't stand much more of a chance.
The temperature was close, a hot and humid oppression that reminded him just why most people underwent acclimatisation before they were deployed properly. Toast had been in the Colorado state and Chicago, both not known for their soaring heat waves or hot precipitation.
As they followed the trail, following the telltale signs of a foot patrol, the broken branches and leaves indicated the unnatural cause of the breaks and the level of the marks showed that it was a human sized creature. There were very few man sized animals in the South American Rainforests, even the big cats would wander the undergrowth with a low profile.
It was this ability to put together known information that allowed accurate deductions to be made on the fly in the field. It was a talent for logical thinking but it was also an honed skill that made some of the most experienced operators a cut above the rest. The jungle was his place, not the snow drifts of the arctic circle or the desert wastes of northern Africa. For over a year he had operated in South America and would become one of the climates he was always comfortable to operate in. It look many years to fully gather the experience to be able to truly operate in any climates flawlessly and Toast only knew a few that could honestly claim to be that experienced. The fact was: many died before they reached that level of experience; it took luck to survive the inevitable mistakes. Luck, and the innate ability to adapt.
So as they continued onwards, closing in on the last known position of Abigail's siblings Toast, now back to being Sale, reached out his senses and watched. There was a silent vow that he would not let him and his new partner meet their end in this hot hellhole.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 14, 2012 17:44:39 GMT -5
As the trio followed the trail Toast had pointed out to them, Abigail began to take notice of the humidity of the area. Sweat trickled down the soft skin of her face with every step she took on the muddy ground. Had she actually cared, she would have been driven crazy by the amount of mud and dirt that had splattered across her clothing, but fashion was something she lost care for long ago. She just continued following the trail Toast, or "Sale," asking no questions as they walked deeper and deeper into the deathtrap she began to call the "Tropical Furnace."
Two hours had passed since they had started there walk into the forest. Abigail looked behind her at Toast. He seemed to be doing well through the traveling, he was probably used to by the condition he appeared to be in. Turning back and looking at Fabio, it appeared as if he was doing just as well. It wasn't the walk the tired her, it was the heat mixed with humidity that tortured her. Opening one of the few water bottles she had been given prior to the mission, she sipped the water slowly, as to refrain from drinking too much at one moment. Every drop of water felt like a little drips of heaven to her tongue.
Suddenly, Fabio abruptly stopped. "There's nothing left to the trail."[/color] he said, his head scanning through the trees, as if he was attempting to find something to help them continue on. "I don't see anymore cl-"[/color] In a flash, Fabio had been cut off by the sound of a gunshot echoing through the forest. Another shot followed the first, this one cutting through the skull of Fabio, dropping him to the ground, lifeless.
"Sale, get down!"[/color] Abigail shouted and took cover behind the largest tree she could find. Drawing her weapon, she hesitated for a moment. She did not want to kill anyone, all she wanted was to save her siblings, but would she end up having to kill someone? She didn't doubt it.
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Post by Amphibian on Jan 15, 2012 19:05:58 GMT -5
"Tenemos los! Matá-los!" One of the Brazilian Mercenaries shouted. His men agreed and opened fired. They were carrying Russian made rifles. There seven men in all. That was just one group of them, the forest was filled with about seven groups of the mercenaries. The Leader of this group was named Havear Ramos, and he was one of the most brutal of the LSA Leaders. As they opened fire, they managed to kill one of the group. A single gunshot wound to the head. That man was dead on arrival. It was quite a beauty.
As Havear continued to fire, he shouted something else to his men. "Eu quero a menina com vida, ela é a chave." His men listened, they knew not to cross his path or mess up. If they did, there would be no turning back, he would chop them into little pieces and eat them. With that known Havear was given the name the Cannibal.
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Manuel was laying as still as can be. Waiting for his target, the helicopter hadn't came through even though it was supposed to fly over heard an hour ago. That's when the gunfire began. He knew that the LSA found the group. They had eluded him, they entered the jungle by foot. That didn't give him enough time, Manuel picked up his kit and took off sprinting so he could catch up to the fire fight.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 16, 2012 15:21:14 GMT -5
Toast didn't need any extra incentive to take cover, diving behind a group of rocks and hissing as the edges winded him. They had walked right into an ambush, this was planned and the enemy was adequate enough to provide a basic ambush. They weren't marksman and used the suppressive fire technique to fill the killzone with lead. Although Fabio had caught a round to the head it had been more luck than skill; the first shot missing had been testament to that.
It didn't matter how good you were, fighting two on god knows how many in a head on fight was suicide. This either a set up or the mercenaries were very organized and had constructed an ambush once intelligence had placed his group on this trail. The enemy had panicked, firing at them from range instead of letting them get closer. It took patience and a heart of steel to avoid the urge to open up early in an ambush, it was one of the markers that told great professionals from average soldiers. The other factor was that the mercenaries had armed themselves with the standard weapon of choice in the developing world, the rifle made assault rifle. The distinctive deep bark of 7.62 ammunition broke the air, not in controlled bursts but on full auto. The hostiles were spraying the area, hoping to kill anything in the zone.
It was then that the fire lessened, and as Toast poked out from behind the rocks to identify the location of the hostiles he couldn't help but notice that Abigail wasn't getting anywhere near as much incoming as he was. Perhaps they hadn't seen her, it didn't matter at the moment. They would have to take the opportunity to go. There was one smoke grenade in his pack, coloured to mark an evac location to a chopper, it would have to do for his purposes. With his heart pumping in his ears he pulled the pin and threw it overarm to land twenty metres in from of their position.
The purple smoke didn't take long to start to fill the gaps between the old trees and vines of the rainforest, enveloping the area in a haze that was punctured by the old incoming burst.
"Rogue, on my mark, fall back and flank left! 3....2....1..."
Toast lifted his weapon and fired controlled single shots at the locations of hostiles he had spotted. Any return fire would have an effect but he couldn't stay in the position for long. These bastards were zeroing in their aim on his position and it was only the range and smoke that had stopped them from clipping him already.
As Abigail ran he took the chance to fall back himself as the mercenaries milled in confusion. It wouldn't take long for them to pluck up the courage to advance, or get bullied into it. As he jogged at a crouch his ears sounded as if they were underwater, the sound of his heartbeat and the cut of the adrenaline sharpening his focus to the present.
Simon Lockwood wasn't going to die in this hellhole jungle, that he vowed as he almost fell behind a fall trunk within sight of Abigail. If he had the time he would have noticed the swarm of ants that greeted his arrival, provoked into exiting their home to defend their home. The jungle was wonderful in so many ways and that is what made the extreme hostility of the environment so powerful.
Scrabbling in his pack he picked out his silencer and slowly fitted it, it would reduce the accurate range of the weapon but allow him to fire without noise or flash, becoming a ghost. The operations squad, now only Toast and Abigail, Codenames Sale and Rogue respectively, would be on its own now. His breathing had got shallower and he fought it, breathing slower and conteracting the natural response to adrenaline. "Rogue are you ok? Speak to me."
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 16, 2012 18:30:49 GMT -5
Breathing heavily, Abigail said, looking directly at Toast, "I'm fine, just a little shaken up."[/color] Peaking around the tree, she spotted six, maybe seven men scanning through the smoke grenade Toast had thrown. Thankfully, they had lost the position of Abigail and her companion, and they were looking in the opposite direction of where the two of them had taken their cover. As she drew her weapon that already had the suppressor attached, thoughts of what she might have to do traveled through her head. Deciding that she would hold to her objective of avoiding the killing of as many people as she can, she would try and wound them so they would not be able to fight back as well. From there, Toast could finish them off if he saw it fit.
"Toast,"[/color] she began, "I'll attack them from the left, you flank them from the right."[/color] With her weapon ready, she silently circle around towards the group's left side, and took cover behind another tree when she reached her destination. Peeking out of her cover, adrenaline began pumping heavily through her blood, as she aimed her weapon at the hand of the closest mercenary to her. Hesitating, she lowered her weapon. Thinking about her family and imaging the helpless looks on their faces as they were held in the captivity of these monsters was enough for her to raise her weapon a second time. "Alright Abigail, you can do this."[/color] she said to herself, and pulled the trigger. As soon as she fired, she hid behind the tree again.
The bullet traveled through the air for a moment, before striking through the man's trigger finger. With a scream, the mercenary dropped his weapon and looked around the area for his shooter, but not finding anything.
Taking advantage of the moment, Abigail fired another two shots at the legs of the mercenary, both of them hitting her two targets, dropping the mercenary almost instantly. For only firing a gun two times before, it was obvious that Abigail had a knack for shooting a weapon, and so far, things were working out well for her. Now, she would take turns with Toast picking off each one of these scumbags.
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Post by Amphibian on Jan 16, 2012 20:04:51 GMT -5
"Matá-los ou eu vou matar você!" Havear shouted as he reloaded his AK-47. One of his men died and that was the breaking point. He began to give orders and his men listened. It would be about time that they finished their assigned mission. Havear was about to try and blow up their cash cow.
"Explodi-los. Jogue as granadas! Heluo eu e você irá usar os lançadores." He shouted as he flipped up his grenade launchers sight. In unison the remaining men pulled the pins of their grenades and threw them all over the forest. Mostly in the spots where bullets came from. Havear and Heluo both fired their grenade launchers.
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Manuel heard explosions, they sounds were closer than he thought. That means that he was getting close. Steele could see the Mercenaries now. They were bombarding the targets with grenades. At that rate they would kill his meal ticket. That's when he started thinking should he kill Havear and his men to save them and then take the money for himself.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 17, 2012 15:16:32 GMT -5
Abigail was either a rubbish shot or was purposefully not aiming for kill shots. The hits were accurate, striking non critical areas and few missed their mark. Who did this girl think she was saving? The hostiles firing at them would kill them given the chance and it was a case of no quarter asked or given. His head turned to the left and his voice boomed out, cutting across the chaos of the fray.
"Rogue, Stay down. Kill shots!"
With a few squeezes he let off rounds toward other targets, the man who had been hit by Abigail has gone down, hopefully the bullets had nicked an artery and the bugger would bleed to death before he could be helped. Another fell to his accurate and silent assault, with a swirling blue he moved position again, using the climate to cover his movements. The weapons only added to the swirling smoke and water vapour from sweat hung in a cloud around the group of mercenaries.
What came next appeared to contradict their previous reserved approach, the hostiles had decided to blanket the area in frags, hoping to kill or flush out their foe. Frag grenades were useful for a number of reason, breaking up groups of enemies, clearly a position and of course the physiological assault they provided. These fools were hoping that quantity would outweigh quality and give them their victory.
One of the enemy had produced a m79 single shot grenade launcher, using it to try and provide a more accurate fire support against their ghostly foe. Panic had set in and the mercenaries had taken their first casualties, not reacting well as they realised that easy prey might be the death of them.
Toast came up into a crouch and sighted down the weapon, frags shredded the area, cutting up tree bark and slicing up the undergrowth. It took experience and nerve to react when such a terrifying assault threatened to end one's existence. Many clammed up and shut down when under fire and those whose resolve was shaky under fire were often routed when heavier ordnance was deployed. The ak kicked and the sound of muffled shots mixed with the whine of flying shrapnel. Two of the mercenaries to the right of the group went down, the rounds punching through their un-armoured torsos and striking vitals. It was true that head shots were most effective and often made sure that the nerve connection between hand and brain was severed, allowing a victim no time to fire their weapon, but if you wanted targets down asap then centre mass was the order of the day. The group of hostiles was now centralised around the target with the grenade launcher, but the grenadier had not shown himself, content with popping off 40mm grenades down range.
Small fires lit the undergrowth, a result of the High Explosive scarring of the rainforest. The animals had gone silent, no doubt fleeing the carnage that had broken out in their home. It was as he half lay half crouched in cover, moving slowly but surely further right in a circling motion that memories struck him. Memories of fighting in the jungles in Sierra Leone many miles outside of the capital of Freetown. Africa had been used as a staging point for Tricell and secret Umbrella operations, the remoteness and inherent upheaval in the region providing a perfect cover for the secret testing and development facilities. Mutants such as the tyrant and lickers and superhuman prototypes were deployed against warlords and local militia in survive or die field testing to assess combat effectiveness. Sierra Leone, as with much of the African continent had been a hotbed of secret activity, combining the black market blood diamond trade with a ready availible source of test subjects and willing scum for security.
Simon Lockwood was shook from his thoughts by the back draft of another HE 40mm Grenade round exploding nearby. He hadn't survived hellholes like Sierra Leone to die to a bunch of amateurs in Brazil.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 18, 2012 8:19:41 GMT -5
Ducking behind cover like Toast had told her too, Abigail began to have an emotional conflict between herself. "He's relying on me to do something, but I don't want to kill anybody." she said. "If I don't do anything, though, chances are I'm just going to get myself killed."[/color] she was talking to herself. No one would have heard her through the sounds of the battle currently taking place. "Alright, I can do this."[/color] her voice filled with confidence, she peeked behind cover again, and aimed at the head of one of the mercenaries. In a split second, she had fired a bullet that went spiraling through the skull of the mercenary closest to her, killing him. Hayley, on the other hand, began breathing heavily after breaking her fear of killing someone. She had finally done it, she broke the fear she had, and was prepared to break it several times more. Her victory was short-lived when a frag grenade landed next to her.
"Son of a b****!"[/color] she cursed, and rolled behind a large tree to avoid most of the blast. Peeking her head around the tree, she found that there were only three of the seven mercenaries left standing. Without another thought, she took her handgun and was about to fire at the head of the mercenary that had threw the grenade at her when a bullet struck the lower part of her leg, dropping her. Turning her head to see her attacker, it was a mercenary, one that had been smart enough to flank them. Drawing her weapon, she quickly shot him in the chest before he could fire another bullet into her. Luckily for her, the bullet went straight through his heart, killing him in seconds.
Wincing in pain, she tried looking around for Toast. Not wanting to bring any attention to herself, she was forced to keep quiet until Toast either found her himself, or until the rest of the hostiles had been dealt with. "Damn it, this hurts."[/color] she said as she leaned her back against the tree and sat still, not wanting to cause anymore damage to her already wounded leg. It would only be a matter of time before her injury attracted some of the undead that roamed the forest. Hopefully they would be out of here by then.
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Post by Darth Revan on Feb 19, 2012 22:05:35 GMT -5
-Pulling Abigail out due to the inactivity of Lockwood-
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jul 1, 2012 0:22:34 GMT -5
*Due to inactivity, I am moving Ander, Calhoun, and A001 out....through use of deus ex machina....withdrawl to a new location to be determinated at a later date.
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