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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Apr 26, 2015 13:10:21 GMT -5
The situation had turned from bad to worse to total cluster f**k in a matter of a few seconds. After what felt like four years, Trenton got himself off the ground and moved back into the hallway connecting to the storage bay where the Tyrant model seemed to be malfunctioning. 'Comms are down, power is down, security is down, thank god I still have a squad or two in the jungle getting those flowers.' Trenton thought to himself checking his weapons over. His flashlight illuminated the hallway enough to him to tell his vest was almost certainly destroyed in the last onslaught. "s***..." Trenton muttered under his breath, he was carrying too much for a vest this badly damaged and there was no way he was going back into the bay to secure another. With no other choice, Trenton starts to quickly strip himself of anything that won't fit in his cargo pockets. "Hey!, What's your name?!" Trenton shouts back into the bay, stripped down to his bare essentials.
Meanwhile, the first of the infected had managed to make their way all the way to the surface. While not really a danger to the men waiting by the entrance to the facility, it was all the confirmation they needed. "Bring the trucks, we're sealing the entrance..." the Senior ordered, "Call the company and let them know the facility is compromised." As if they were just waiting on the command, a dozen men begin tossing razor wire across the entrance while a few others dispatch of the infected.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on May 28, 2015 11:08:44 GMT -5
"They are attempting to call out...." one of the men aboard the Final Wave announced. Ander chuckled, as he sat in the swivel chair on the command deck.
"Garble it...scramble it...give them a good message." he chuckled to the officer. "They are alone....and no one is coming to save them." *******************************
Calhoun began to check his vest for something....anything that might be of use against the A001. Frantic, the soldier pulled a grenade from his pack, looked at it and shook his head.
"Calhoun..." he answered briskly to the man who had asked him.
A001 put it's shoulder into a tackle towards the soldiers before it, roaring as it marched forward.
*OOC: Sorry for the quick and dirty reply, but just getting back into it.(
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 9, 2015 22:36:58 GMT -5
Trenton cursed under his breath and tossed his now defunct weapon down the hall. "Nice to meet you, for what it's worth." he said, as he scavenged the gear off one of his own men. The mercenary wasn't carrying much; a tried and true Remington 870, a single grenade with tape seemingly barely holding the spoon in place in lieu of a pin and a bandolier with about half of the loops filled with varying types of buckshot. The wooden sawn off grip of the 870 felt comfortable in Trenton's hands, but if Trenton was to be perfectly honest, he would have settled for an off brand pistol at this point. Trenton clicked on the flashlight at the end of his recently acquired weapon and smiled. "At least this kid had batteries..." he muttered scanning the hallway one last time before calling back into the loading bay. "I'm heading to the surface, I would advise you do the same!" Running from a fight was how you survived an Umbrella nightmare, Trenton knew this and if his family knew the same most of them would still be alive.
The men up top had finished securing their makeshift barricades when important questions started being asked. Has anyone gotten in touch with the company about our evac? What about the team gathering parasites with the rest of the science team? What about the outposts scattered across the jungle? Did the infection get outside the bunker? Are we going to be evacuated? Are we the containment or are we in the containment area? All excellent questions for questionable men working for a questionable company.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jun 24, 2015 10:32:44 GMT -5
"That would seem advantageous." Calhoun replied, as the malfunctioning tyrant began to march towards his position. It had been years since he had felt this level of fear on an operation. He would have to thank the good doctor for this experience, right before he strangled the man to death. *************************************************
Dr. Anders laughed as the feed from the tyrant showed the soldiers scattering back out of the facility.
"Run! That's right! RUN!" he giggled. "Show the world that men cannot handle the dangers of the new world threat! Show the world that mine is the superior design!"
He kicked up his feet as his staff worked the computers and monitors of the airship. For too long he had been dishonored by those fools at Umbrella. For too long he had been kept fringe by the world Waiting in the shadows for over thirty years, now he was going to make himself known world wide as the greatest designer of bio organic weapons that the world had ever seen.
"Comrade Doctor, orders sir?"
"Continue monitoring the situation......and just for giggles....send a single missile towards the location....no real target....just blow something up...."
"At once, sir."
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