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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 18, 2008 8:07:09 GMT -5
Surprisingly, the slums have managed to stay secure. Be warned; the slums are run by drug lords. Heavily armed drug lords.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 26, 2011 9:24:31 GMT -5
_ The favelas de Rio. A place where people literally lived on top of one another. The community has been built on the sides of mountains. The roads are narrow, and the homes small. Poverty was everywhere and drug lords control the way things run. Acting much like the mafia the drug lords have learned how to charge the people to provide protection. The infection has been kept at bay for a long time. But today was a little different. _ Sam ran down a small street with a group of alpha lickers and a single beta on her tail. People on the streets saw the monsters coming and either got inside or took off running themselves. The witch knew they were after her as she had killed the other beta earlier upon entering the favela, so to keep the fight off the streets and away from civilians she dove into an open garage on her right. _ Her followers corrected their charge by sliding across walls or along the ground, correcting their momentum by digging their front claws into whatever they grabbed a hold off. They crawled into the garage door listening quietly for their prey. Sam held her breath staying as quiet as possible as two crawled along the walls, one crept the ceiling and two more prowled the floor, tounges dancing over their head. Her 93r's where raised and she silently took aim at the ones on the walls. _ A second later the triggers where pulled twice and twelve bullets tore through the air. The two lickers on the walls fell to the ground as the bullets splattered their brain matter everywhere. The other three lickers responded almost instantly to the noise by lashing their tongues at her. The fleshy tentacles flew through the air as she responded by spinning around behind a wooden support beam. When the tongues wrapped around it Sam displayed some incredible speed as she stapled them there with her blade. _ The two lickers on the ground writhed around like dogs on a tight leash. The beta on the ceiling however chargered her location. Smarter and faster than the others it knew better than to lash its main weapon at a target with only one idea of its location. The larger one pounced off the ceiling and came sailing at Sam. With a high spinning kick the witch swatted the creature out of the air. It was thrown across the room with tremendous force before colliding with a pyrimid of wooden crates and being buried under them. _ Samantha exhaled knowing she had bought herself a second to breathe. She then holstered her Rafficas and unslung her Beowulf from her back to conserve a bit of ammo. She pulled the charge handle and heard as the 50 caliber round entered the chamber with a metallic slide. She levelled it and skillfully put down the howling lickers with a single massive shot each. Their bloody corpses fell lifeless onto the dirty concrete floor. The next thing Sam knew was that a massive force had impacted her left side forcing air from her lungs. Her grip on the M-4 variant loosened and the weapon fell to the ground. _ Cat-like reflexes allowed the witch to roll her falling weight onto her back and she tossed the body that collided with her over head and across the room. She quickly rolled onto her feet in a crouched stance, hair falling over the right side of her face. She then saw what ambushed her. The beta, the same one she kicked earlier. It now rose from the recent toss and growled like a devil as it prepared to attack again. It's resiliance nearly surprised her as she cocked her head a bit. "Tough one aren't ya?"_ Almost as if in response to her the beta flung its tongue like a rocket. Sam dove just inches out of the way. She used the second it took for the licker to retract its weapon to uproot her Ka-Bar from the support beam. Turning around revealed the beast had already made its next move. It was flying through the air at Sam. She dunked and twisted, fitting herself in the small space below the oncoming beast. Then a sudden up thrust brought the witch's dark blade straight up into the beta licker's exposed heart. It hit the ground on the other side of her and crumpled to a heaping mass of meat. It moved no more. _ Flipping her dark hair off her face Sam composed as the stood. She dusted the dirt from her thin white button up shirt, and black rip-stop commando pants. Next she returned her blade to its hip holster, then checked that her pistols were secure in the drop leg holsters. She straightened up the black slim design ammo chest rig she wore. Then retrieved her Beowulf from the floor and restrapped it over her back.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 27, 2011 23:05:50 GMT -5
"Hmph. Looks like the hunters bit off more than they could chew," an impurposefully meek North Caronlina accent hummed from the ranger girl. Originally Jasmine were glad the other female had hightailed it into the garage; it were the perfect killzone, just lob a half dozen pineapples into the nest and blow them all to sh*t. As inspired as her her ice cold eyes were, the femme fatale was rather more please she could keep a hold of her grenades - even for just a little bit longer.
The cold foregrip of an AR-15 touched her bare shoulder to rest as she stood up from behind a derelict forklift, "Most folk I spot get their innards spread across the dust after a tangle with them things," Jasmine felt like pointing out. The wolf spider limped on her prosthetic leg around the forklift, dozens of grenades, her babies, clinging to her waist, "S'a'wonder what makes yew so special..."
Red slick and pink flesh exposed from the lack of a skull; disgusting to anyone who were not particularly used to seeing the insides of something on the outside. Jasmine nudged the head of a licker with the muzzle of her rifle, "Psht. Pushover," she spat on the dead undead re-deaded creature.
The female, however, had a sparkling sense of style to an already prevelant level of flair; albeit the stark humidity and dirty ethics of the land they were in might have muddied her appearance, it worked in favor of her looks, "You should have been in the Rangers, Mon Ami," her pale, glossy lips charmed, "With skills to kill like thayt. W'woulda been unwreckable," the model smirked.
With a juxtaposed sigh Jas turned and slowly made her way toward the garage door, stepping over morbid carcasses of departed monsters, "I guess a spot like this could really use a Saint," her icy eyes rolled, taking in a whif of poverty after adjusting to the light, "You don't look much Brazil, though. You from around these parts?"
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Post by KR0R1C on Jul 28, 2011 11:42:06 GMT -5
_ Sam's head nearly spun round as a new figure made itself known. She let her guard down a bit though when she saw it was a human. Well a living human, not one of the undead variety. She made note of her prosthetic leg, dark hair, and equipment right off the bat.
_ "Most folk I spot get their innards spread across the dust after a tangle with them things. S'a'wonder what makes yew so special..." Sam just kept her mouth shut as the girl approached the corps of the licker. "Psht. Pushover. You should have been in the Rangers, Mon Ami. With skills to kill like thayt. W'woulda been unwreckable."
_ Sam let out a slight smile, a dimple just hardly forming on her cheek at the mention of the rangers. She followed the fashionista to the garage door standing next to her. "You don't look much Brazil, though. You from around these parts?" The witch finally decided to respond. "Not at all. Im actually from Texas." She looked to her right at her new acquaintence. "Semper Fi baby. Once a Marine, always a Marine."
_ She stepped out into the sunlight and began walking up the extremely thin streets. "Name's Sam by the way. What brings you to Rio?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 29, 2011 13:12:12 GMT -5
Jas grinned at the artistic response from the raven haired woman sporting her high caliber rifle; definitely no pea shooter by any measure. Running into a fellow servicewoman, she had no qualms with that. She seemed a bit off 'duty' at the present moment, although if the woman were at any particular tier the look she visualized might have been a facade. Not that Jasmine overtly cared; she was wearing a bikini and short-shorts after all.
"I'm here with ma Platewn. This plays is raife with bao-organic weap'n nests. Fer some reas'n activity soars in over papulated areas like this," the Ranger girl rolled her rifle over her shoulder while her feet squelched through the mud, "Name's Jazzy May, yer humble handicapped anti-terrorist. I'd shake yer hand if I weren't sow afraid of havin' it torn right off."
Several soldiers stood about at ease in a small intersection amongst the shacks. One of them sensed their approach and turned to see the pair, "We heard gun shots. What happened?" one of the men who wore a balaclava and shades spoke.
"Cha. That rat pack found me," Jas chimed, "Or, rather, they found her," she nudged her head in the direction of Samantha, "Din'need tew pewl the pin wunce."
"F*ck a pig," another of the soldiers spoke up, white streak through his dark grey hair and wearing similar shades to the balaclava man, "I think that's some sort of record there, Wolf," he shook his head. The guy was genuinely disappointed.
Hand at her hip and tapping her index finger on a grenade, "Nyeah, nyeah. Give me a reas'n dipsh*t," she snapped making white stripe turn around and occupy himself with the nearest wall, "Weyel, that is this secter done. I guess we can roll own t'the next. Pop owt a flare fer the cleanup to rayce owver and clear thowse deadites gone," Jas thumbed over her shoulder.
The last of the three soldiers pulled a grenade pistol from his vest, bandana covering his mouth, and fired a flare up into the sky. Portuguese propaganda immediately started airing over a PA some where in the slums; whatever was being said seemed to coax people out of their homes and back into the roads, "f*cking dead dog hussies," white stripe responded at the down trodden folk.
Jasmine grabbed his hand, wrapping it around a grenade, "Yew can 'ave the pin back after appawlagazing to ten people fer that," she turned her back on him, resentful grimace exchanged for a charming smile as she looked to Samantha, "Down't s'ppose yew'd care exchayngin' yer dewties to helpin' us owt? It'd make our job a lot easier with yer skills."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 10, 2011 13:19:15 GMT -5
Markus sat atop his favorite perch watching as many of the residence scurried quickly inside. He couldn't see why they were running inside but he watched carefully. Soon enough the streets were empty, and most radio chatter died off. Silence in the usually bustling favela was eerie. Markus stood up and looked down into the streets below. Then the radio blew up with screams from many different men. All of it was gibberish to Markus except for a single work: Licker.
Markus picked up his rifle and looked around for any activity. It took only a second for Markus to find what looked like and army of Lickers. A small collection of them following a young woman. He could care less of her fate as long as someone killed the creatures. Markus saw one coming closer to him, being a sentinel made him stand out. He aimed for a shot and hit his mark, which only ****ed off the creature.
Markus turned quickly and slung his rifle across his back. He sprinted for the edge opposite of the on coming creature. A building, across the street and a story down was his destination. He used his momentum and pushed off from the edge of the roof. In a swift movement he landed, rolled, pulled his pistols out of the back of his belt and took aim.
Three quick shots from each pistol were fired at an inhumanly quick speed. Each bullet traveling right behind the other landing in practically the same place. The creature roared in pain and went limp before landing in front of Markus. Markus stood up and sprinted off because in a matter of seconds a second answered the death roar. Only a few steps behind Markus he could feel it almost upon him.
He made a last minute decision and turned a ninety degree angle and sprinted towards the building in front of him. Because of the landscape the building was slightly lower than the one in front of him. A quick jump, brought him half a floor down through a window. The Licker tried to floor suit but was a little too far left and smashed into the outside wall. In a last ditch effort it clawed for any surface before plummeting to the ground below with a sickening thud.
Markus had already sprinted off heading for the ground floor. Once out he found the Licker lying on it's back. He stepped on it's chest and fired a single shot into the creature's head. The sound of the gunshot rang out over the droning announcement letting the civilians know that the streets were safe again. Right as it finished another Licker attacked. Its powerful tongue exploded through a man's head who had unfortunately stepped out of his home at that second.
"Who the hell was told to give these people the green light?!" Markus said while using the distraction of the people to try and make his escape. Markus ran but the creature followed him. Down this street, down that alley, but whatever he did wasn't working. He eventually saw a large crowd pf people who fit the profile of mercenaries or soldiers. "Get the f**k out of the way!" He yelled as he ran at the crowd.
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Post by KR0R1C on Aug 11, 2011 8:26:37 GMT -5
"Yea no prob-" The words barely escaped her mouth when a guy came running down the alley shouting. She instantly noticed the licker chasing him. She sighed as she unslung her beowulf. She began to raise it to her shoulder but pulled the trigger before really getting the gun settled all the way in. The heavy round passed the gap between the newcomer and the ladies' team. It sunk into the mutations exposed brain and shattered the bones of the spinal column. It fell to the dirty ground a mess.
"I thought I had all of their attention when I ran into that garage. I guess this place is a bit more infested than I thought." She looked the newcomer over and raised an eyebrow. She liked tattoos but his seemed quite random. She preferred a more classy, artistic, theme approach. She returned her gaze to Jas, figuring the newcomer would introduce himself at some point if need be. "As I was saying." She said slinging her rifle once again. "I dont mind at all, Id be glad to help. We heading this way?" She pointed in the direction the licker had come from, and the direction none of her team had arrived from. Made sense to her that way at least.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 12, 2011 8:22:10 GMT -5
"This sect'r is clear far as intel is concerned," Jasmine started, "We were abowt tew go airborne an' assist other teams fighting the scurge. S'usually how owr cleanups run," the Ranger girl quickly explained when the sounds of marching footsteps came up the road. Yellow hazmat suits stood out significantly against the brown mucky textures of the slums. Mop-Up Team 7, or MUT-7 for short, came barrelling toward their location. The members of Jas's crew chuckled at how stupid the suits appeared, a safety precaution for dealing with infected details; and for the daredevils they were that seemed to give them all the reason to point out how ridiculous they looked. Jasmine did not much care. She pointed out the departed Licker on the ground and one of the MUT members moved to heave it into a body bag and from there onto a remote control tram, "Watcher'self," the model motioned for Samantha to stand back as one of the men carrying a large water tank on his back turned to hose down the street, "We have tew bleach anything left behind," she explained what was going on. "Where are the rest of the bodies?"The leader of MUT-7 had approached and asked the raven haired woman, voice muffled behind his mask, "Up the roawd, quarter klick," Jasmine pointed in the direction her and Sam had arrived from, "Garage painted red. Can't miss it.""Hey, that suit makes you look awful pretty," Bandana said, White Stripe and Shades laughing hysterics. Jasmine pinched the bleach hose from its cleanup member as he passed the colourful woman, spraying her team member with it briefly, "F*ck!" he jumped from the water fight, attempting to shake the malicious liquid off before running fifty metres and dive into the nearest water troff. Jas tossed the hose back to its owner. "Okeedokee, let's rowndayvew fowr the cho-" her petite voice was cut off when an explosion was heard drawing everyone's attention toward the sky. The squads olive drab helicopter could be seen flying over the area spinning out of control, cabin and tail on fire. The drenched soldier had finally made it back to the group, "That's our ride?" he said rather ostensibly before pulling his bandana down around his neck. The Ranger girl tracked it until it moved out of sight, taking a concerned step forwards onto her prosthetic leg. It did not take much longer until the ground rumbled, sounds of an explosive collision following shortly after, "About a klick away," White Stripe said while handing Jasmine's grenade back to her. "I didn't see any B.O.W. activity on it. Looked weapons conventional," Shade's spoke up. Clicking into leader mode, Jas turned to MUT-7 who had also stopped to look for the commotion, "Wrap up everythin' yer doing and get outta the slums," she ordered before dragging her AR-15 out from behind, "Man up, Raynger's! We are mewving!"The squad immediately filed out through a side alley. Jasmine had waited a moment, putting her fingers between her lips as whistling for the man who barged through only moments ago, "Could yews all the help we c'n get," she had a knack of spotting a trained person when she saw one. Her pearly eyes moved to Samantha, "Get on the rewves. Tell me what yew can see," she drew her radio and tossed it to the lithe woman in front of her. Albeit on her prosthetic leg Jasmine displayed she could still run remarkably well, catching up with the rest of her squad. A steady rumbling occurred as the top of a building just visible from their position vanished, crumbling to ground zero. Thick dust was pushed through the streets from the collapse; dozens of panicked slum dwellers ran for their lives while the fireteam continued forwards. Jasmine retook the lead, stopping at one of the larger walkways through the Favela. The crowd had thinned giving them more room to manouver; sounds of gunfire ruptured the ambience, "Cross," the Ranger girl simplified her order to head for the other side of the street taking cover near the corner of one of the irregular buildings sticking out from the rest. Insurgents could be seen flooding across the street further down, "Armed civilians approawching crash site," Jasmine's eyes were stoic in emotion as she analyzed the situation, "Mewv'up."While heading further down the street a flicker of movement was caught in her periferal spotting a man hastily step out onto a second floor balcony before crouching down. The hiss of an RPG split the air as he fired his rocket at the men crossing the road. The squad had put their backs against the wall. Bandana taking a single shot with his suppressed rifle to down the man, "Adjacent buildings could be hot," White Stripe chimed in. Jasmine signalled for them to move forwards honing in on the entrance to the slum house RPG man inhabited, "Stackup," poising herself beside the door waiting for the shoulder tap that everyone was ready. A piston in her leg helped to break the entrance door right off its hinges knocking over an insurgent in the process. A tight hallway had numerous rooms connected to it; any hostile movement spotted through any open doors were engaged with a 5.56 burst. The Ranger team didn't stop moving as they cleared the first floor, heading up to the second. Predicting an ambush Jas pinched one of her concussion grenades from its bandolier, tossing it up the stairwell with rebound off the wall making sure it landed in the second floor hallway. Dirt fell from the roof as it went off, hustling up the stairs to the sounds of pained shouts. A couple of men had been killed from the explosion while several others were dealing with injuries and ringing in their ears. Several short rifle reports marked the end of the wounded as the squad mopped up, heading onto the balcony. Jasmine huffed over the railing onto the next building's roof, choosing high ground. She snatched a radio from her team mate signalling for them to fan out as they proceeded toward the crash site, "Sammy. Whadeyew see?" she asked the Marine.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 14, 2011 13:33:22 GMT -5
The moment he said something, one of the women shot the creature. The bullet whizzed by so close that it punctured the loose fabric of his Police t-shirt at his side. The bullet came so close that he almost lost his footing. He listened to the few people talking before the sudden sound of the chopper caught everyone's attention. The woman with the prosthetic leg requested his help and from the looks of it, his old employer couldn't pay him anymore seeing as that was his building which collapsed. The sound of RPGs and different types of guns made him think a large army was attacking.
He motioned to the woman who shot the creature to follow him up. He made his way up to the rooftops where he could see many targets. He pulled out his M21 EBR and started taking shots at some of them. He then entered the buildingbin front of him, full of the enemy, but nothing he couldn't handle. Quick series of shots came from his pistol, each landing their mark. He made his way out onto the balcony before spotting the prosthetic legged woman in the slight distance.
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Post by Amphibian on Aug 14, 2011 17:17:54 GMT -5
"Roger that, we are en-route!" The Helicopter pilot shouted over the sound of the blades of the chopper. In the cab of the Helicopter sat Luiz Rameriaz, he was nervous about being back in action, the last time he fought zombies or anything similar was in Raccoon City. Now he was in Brazil, his job was to assist the Marines in the area. Sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance, there was also the smell of blood and ash. All of which reminded him of Raccoon City.
The shakes had set in at this point, and to make matters worse there was an explosion. Once more the pilot looked back to Luiz. "Son, we are coming up on the LZ but it seems hot, we will drop you off on the building adjacent to the LZ!" Luiz nodded instead of trying to shout over the sound of the Blades.
In minutes they arrived and the lone Mercenary descended to the roof below them. Once touching the ground, he quickly shouldered his R700 that was slung on his back. Once hitting the edge of the building, he looked into the scope. From first glance, it wasn't zombies but Lickers. They were deadlier and fast than the infected, which would not be good in the long run. Besides the Lickers, Luiz spotted the Marines, along with a female that was barely dressed for warfare, and another Mercenary by the look of it.
El Toro took a deep breath after acquiring his first target. After locking on to it, he fired one shot. Miss. "Damn it! He muttered before pulling the bolt back and expelling the spent round. After slamming the bolt forward and chambering the new round, he took another shot. This shot managed to tag the Licker in the head. Instantly killing it. Pulling the bolt back, and slamming it forward. By time, he acquired a new target it wasn't a Licker let alone a Zombie, it was Brazilian Insurgents. It was a good change of pace, something that would put up more of a fight. He looked to the group that had moved to the rooftops. They were adjacent to Luiz. "Hola, I'm your assistance!"
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Post by KR0R1C on Aug 15, 2011 11:02:05 GMT -5
_ Sam waited until the marines moved out before going into action. The newcomer motioned for her to follow without saying a word. She followed him around a corner and up a ladder to the roof of one of the more 'well built' buildings in the favella. Her escort proficiently engaged targets they encountered allowing her to slip by and proceed toward the crash site of the helicopter. She sprinted toward the edge of the building coiling her momentum in preperation for a jump. While doing so she fixed her eyes on her landing point, a shanty building across the small street they had been standing in earlier.
_ Her right foot hit the edge of the building and she pushed hard. Her slim body sailed through the air and landed perfectly on her chosen landing zone. Looking over her shoulder at her previous escort who stepped out onto the balcony of the previous building after clearing it of hostiles. She simply winked at him from behind her dark locks of hair. She then returned to charging the one click toward the crash site. She could see smoke billowing into the sky from a few blocks away.
_ She formed similar leaps across gaps all the way toward her destination and could feel that she wasnt far behind Jasmine's team, she waste nearly no time pursuing them afterall. Her last jump landed her just outside the square the bird had landed in. Gunfire filled the air, but the unmistakable accent could hardly be heard from under the chaos, "Mewv'up!" But suddenly the familiar sound of an RPG split the battlefield for a moment until its explosion went off.
_ The witch moved around the buildings to get a better view as the marines moved in to clear the building. As gunfire and explosions filled it's structure another sound caught her attention. Sam spun in spot and saw yet another helicopter coming inbound. The pilot positioned itself just outside the crash site and a single hispanic merc made his way out of it. He fired a rifle a few times at something she couldnt see before he turned his attention to the battle at hand. He then yelled across the chaos. Her ears tuned in on him and made out his words. "Hola, Im your assistance."
_ Well we know we've got some brilliant assistance. Yelling across the battlefield will only draw attention to yourself fool. Just as she finished her thought the witch felt as if she cursed the man because gunfire peppered the building he was on top of. Sam laid low watching the field below when the radio Jas gave her buzzed. "~Sammy. Whadeyew see?~" She picked it up and thumbed the talk button.
_ "We got yet another ally across the square, looks equipped with a sniper rifle. He's drawn a bit of attention to himself though. Insurgents moving in from the far side of the crash site took note of him." She paused and quickly scanned the crash of the helicopter. The pilots where crushed in the cockpit obviously dead but she could see some movement from within the cargo/personel hold. "Looks like we got some movement in the bird. I'll lay supressive fire, so you guys can move up."
_ Sam checked her waste bandolier, five clips left for the Beowulf. Her chest rig held 10 clips that the Rafficas had to share. Her rifle had more than half a clip left, and the pistols should be near the same. She laid out a spare clip in prep, and followed by unslinging the Beowulf. She viewed down the ACOG scope and began dropping insurgents. She prioritized them by who was putting more fire on the latino newcomer. One by one they dropped as if death slipped up and touched them. The silencer on the beowulf kept its bark hidden behind all the other gun fire around, thus keeping her location secure.
_ By the time she let loose 13 deadly accurate shots before the insurgents noticed and began to take cover in the buildings. She took the time to half salute, half wave to the latino sniper letting him know he was clear. "Now's yer chance Jas." She quickly spoke over her radio as she reloaded her gun.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 15, 2011 12:33:48 GMT -5
"Yew heard the lady!" Jasmine called to the rest of her team motioning for them to move. Smell of ash and burning carbon fibre filled her nose, smoke from the wreck was quickly casting a sombre cloud over the area.
With a signal the team stacked up at the edge of the roof, taking cover behind a makeshift safety guard. The sheet metal would not stop bullets passing through; for the moment it was purely to remain hidden, "Ajax, get up own that gazebow'n'get readee tew lay down suppresh'n," the Ranger girl ordered the heavy weapons member of the group, white stripe through his hair, lugging his M249 and roadie-running up a set of steps to a roofed off structure which gave an open view of the surrounding square.
Galloping down a rickety staircase. Jasmine let Bandana and Shades move ahead of her as she climbed down sideways; it was faster with her prosthetic that way. Once hitting the bottom she regrouped with the two Rangers keeping an eye out of the open door.
They positioned themselves at the mouth of an narrow alley looking out into the square, a reasonable pile of trash and something resembling a Tuk-Tuk keeping them modestly hidden. Jasmine poked her head out like a Meerkat observing the situation, "What got all thees fowlk in a rowl?" the amount of men charging in with second rate Kalash and rusty M4 Carbines; something had stirred the hornets nest.
Several second floor windows had gunfire spitting out of them while most of the alleys on the opposite end of the square spawned the hostile forces, "Pauwl, get the shield," Jas said, turning to the man with the Bandana.
Reaching for the curved metal slab on his back, the Ranger let it clang to the ground; its weight audible from that alone, "Gabe. Gow rownd tha edge. Harass'em tew give us some air," she ordered, the man with shades popping out from his position and heading into some dense area of the square.
Smouldering in the centre was the downed hawk, water spraying out from beneath it after landing on a pump. The brown muck put out most of the fire.
Jasmine took her place behind Paul, both the soldiers bracing themselves. Taking a breath, she tapped him on the shoulder and they proceeded to slowly move out into the square.
Bullets already began to get soaked up by the shield, pinging off as aggro gradually moved in their direction. Jasmine took calculated shots from behind her comrade, resting the foregrip of her rifle on his shoulder. After they made it a third across the opening heavy weapons fire roared over their head, Ajax began his suppression.
Muzzle flare flashed out from the passenger area of the chopper; whoever was inside chose to put up a fight, "Never leave a man behind," Jasmine sang.
"Amen to that, Wolf," the shield carrier chimed, drawing his 1911 once they came ever closer to the broken whirlybird and starting to open fire too. The thick metal slab cracked tile as he dropped it down once more, poised outside the passenger bay.
"Red echow," Jas called into the chopper, whoever was alive inside remained invisible from the slant the iron beast rested on.
"Yellow knoll," a stressed voice called back, "You sure got here quick."
"Durin' moment's like these we can't afford tew be late, darlin'. What's your name and whew else is alive in there?" Jasmine returned, wanting a head count before acting.
"I'm Private Franks, ma'am. With me is Corporal Peters and Sergeant Kathaway. We think Peters' leg is broken. He can't move and he's drifting in and out of shock," Franks finished the sitrep.
Jasmine shuffled, kneeling on her prosthetic, "Awlright, this is what's gonna happen. Yew'n'Kathaway're gonna haul the Corporal out. Then the Sergeant is gawna carry Peters' back in the cover of my partner," the Ranger girl and her shield barer had ceased firing their weapons for the moment, minimizing any attention grabbing, "Then you'n I'll hold the fort'til my partner gets back. Understewd?" the Private made a sound of agreement.
Kathaway climbed out first before Jasmine helped pull the injured Corporal from the burning chopper. The Ranger girl hopped inside as Paul started backpedalling while the Sergeant carried his wounded squad mate back the way they came.
The Private owned a bemused expression at the woman who climbed in the wreck; china doll pushing her hair back over her ear, "Time tew give'em what for," Jasmine said with a smile as she crawled down near the other entrance to the passenger bay, just enough space to poke her AR-15 out from and begin firing on racing insurgents.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 15, 2011 16:06:25 GMT -5
Markus followed the marines on his side of the favela, taking a quick drop onto a smaller building next door before taking a few dodgey looking bridges. He raced until reaching a slanted roof where he slid down and saw the wreckage from the building's window. He kept a low profile using only his pistols quickly on any enemies who may step out in front of him as he continued on his way to find a nice perch.
A small balcony, empty and surrounded by walls, stood out to him. He snuck around the area and made his way to the balcony. He pulled his M21 EBR from his back and laid out a few magazines in preperation. Quickly popping up, he took aim, fired and retreated back below the balcony railing after seeing the shot hit. He counted to three before repeating this action. He wanted to keep all fire off of himself since the sheet metal that he continued to hide behind wouldn't block a single bullet.
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Post by Amphibian on Aug 16, 2011 9:40:55 GMT -5
Luiz had to quickly maneuver into to cover, it seemed that his introduction wasn't a silent as he thought. Some of the Insurgents had broken off from the main group and headed in his way. Using AK-47's and other assault weapons, they pinned the Mercenary behind the small barrier on the building. Luiz slung the R700 back on to his back, and replaced it with his MP5K.
That should be able to help him fight them off. Once he heard the clicking of the enemies rifles, signalling that they had to reload, that's when El Toro took his chance. Vaulting over the Luiz fired the sub machine gun, dispatching several of the Insurgents before sliding back into another form of cover.
Until he was able to cross and join the main group, this is what he had to do. El Toro never loved to do things like this, he was more of a team player. "All this solo s*** is boring." Luiz muttered in a low tone. Soon enough the Mercenary repeated his last attack pattern.
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Post by KR0R1C on Aug 16, 2011 23:37:44 GMT -5
_ Realizing the latino merc had probably missed her wave, Sam laid a few more of the 50 caliber rounds from the Beowulf into the building the enemy hid in. The guy would notice sooner or later. Once more suppressive fire rained in from white stripe's weapon Sam took that as her moment to move again. She tossed her empy clip into her bandolier and scanned the battlefield once more. The sniper from earlier had caught up and was popping shots from behind some sheet metal. Then the shielded merc pulled back with two survivors from the wreckage of the bird. Jasmine then climbed in with a remaining soldier.
_ The witch made her way around the rooftops to the top of the building the insurgents were hiding in. "Jas, Im gunna surprise these guys a bit. Maybe draw some fire off you guys." She secured the radio to her belt and chose her way in. A few pieces of plywood board had been used to cover a hole in the roof, and Sam's fine tuned ears could hear orders being barked in spanish from beneath them. The woman's slim frame slung her rifle and unholstered her rafficas.
_ With a pounce she brought all of her weight down on the boards. They gave way under her boots and she passed through to the floor below. Her arms came up on both sides as her trigger fingers squeezed three rounds from each of the pistols. Two men fell dead. Looking forward now Sam saw the shocked look on who seemed to be the leader's face. Before giving him time to react she launched herself at him, slamming her shoulders into his chest. She didnt expect what came next but it really helped for the shock and awe effect. The leader's body smashed through a poorly built wall and he fell to the ground stories below. Bones crushed upon impact, and a cinder block smashed the man's skull.
_ The soldier's below saw their leader's mangled corpse on the dirt in front of the building. This caused ripples in their fighting spirit. It wouldn't be hard for a few experienced mercenaries or soldiers to sweep through and finish off the stragglers. Sam made her way down a flight of stairs and began dispatching enemies on the third level.
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