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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 18, 2008 10:36:51 GMT -5
This airport is dedicated to Benito Juarez, a Mexican president. The airport is somewhat underfunded, but manages to get by.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 29, 2009 16:47:43 GMT -5
Anthony stepped off the small cargo plane onto the dirt airstrip and rushed to one of the main buildings before the dust kicked up by the engines got everywhere. He looked around at the assorted soldiers guarding the place with sandbags and jeeps blocking off the outside and the machine gun packing troops parading the interior.
<"Mr Navarro?">
A young female police officer tapped Anthony on the shoulder.
<"Interpol sent your equipment. Would you mind coming this way?">
"No problem."
The officer led him to one of the rooms that the local law was using as a storage and staging area. Passing Anthony his back with the outdoors gear. He took his pistol and a first aid pack from it.
<"I'll stick with this and what I got for now. I just need to meet with a lead. Did you happen to hear of the Surgeon operating in this country?">
<"Not that I know of."> She handed him a few faxes that Interpol had sent. <"Your superiors briefed us on him, but he hasn't been seen using the major civilian transportation.">
"Damn." Anthony gave the faxes a once over and put them in his case, mostly details on the few known mutations in the country and local criminal types that the Surgeon might be working with.
"Well for starters, do you know where I could get a coffee around here?"
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Post by thegunny on Apr 29, 2009 21:07:40 GMT -5
Karl Reinhardt quietly stared at the Lawyer from inside the free lance charter plane he had flown there in, looking out the window at him and the local police officer with a pair of high powered binoculars. He was sitting in the passenger seat a good distance away, far enough the lawyer couldn't see him without aiming binoculars at him. On the pilots seat(the pilot was outside dutifully inspecting the plane and making it look like they were preparing to take off, and who had insisted on doing the refuel for HIS aircraft himself after they brought the equipment up--- which meant they'd be taking longer here.) was Karl's DPMS LR-308 chambered in .470 Rhino, with a variable power long ranged scope slapped on top and a bipod ready to be popped out and be used for marksman use. Quicksilver was in the back. This wasn't his strong suit. Karl was the man for the long ranged deals like this. If something went down, Karl was going to make sure this Lawyer got out of there alive.
The Lawyer was digging, and he knew that there were some people that might want to take that shovel from him--- which meant possibly killing or maiming him. Karl had made sure before he came here to work out with the local forces here the fact that he would be here in order to minimize annoyances to him. They won't bother him. They'll act like they never saw him or don't know him, and that hes unsuspicious. The pilot was one of interpol's favorite assets in the area, mainly cause the free lancer was a former Columbian close air support ace who knew how to keep things a secret, and work with intelligence operations. He had worked with the C.I.A on some stuff in Columbia a while back, and they had left that alone and not asked for details about that. Interpol didn't want America getting snippy with them.
So Karl and Quicksilver were safe and secret here, unless things were as bad as Karl expected. The Yakuza crime lord had his claws dug deep in the international crime underground. His Mexican cronies definitely had some pull here, they had to have pull here. Mexico was still threatening the possibility of becoming a Narco state for good reason. Karl mumbled under his breath loud enough for Quicksilver to hearYeah, this is our guy. Go fire up the car and get us ready to roll out and drive after these guys. Once they left and trailed the guy, the pilot would do what ever the hell he was going to do to stick around with their weapons, ammo, and gear, and stay available to them yet tucked away out of sight and out of danger. Karl saw some of the logic as to why they would come to Mexico and focus on the Yakuza crime lords cronies here, but he didn't see why Interpol was using the Japanese division in Mexico to do that instead of focusing on getting Karl to deal with him in Japan. That being said, after all the s**t hes gone through since he started on the case, he didn't give a s**t. He was going to break the Yakuza crime lord... at this point, even if that meant breaking down his overseas power base first to isolate him and put him in his place
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Post by Scorpio on May 1, 2009 15:40:53 GMT -5
"So seems you have the zombie troubles like everyone else. Anything unique to this part of the world?"
Anthony was meeting with several off duty soldiers to discuss the area before he went to meet his informant.
"Well, we got a few of those tongue things in the capitol, what do you call them....lickys?" The commanding officer played with his beard as he talked. "But out in the deserts you're more at risk from heatstroke than mutants. Although..."
Anthony perked up. "Go on?"
"There have been increasing numbers of missing people, no bodies or anything. Just dissapeared. Mostly civilians, but a few patrol groups as well, their valubles, vehicles and weapons were left behind."
"Where did this happen?"
One of the soldiers took out a map and pen. He drew several crosses around the area.
"It started out random, but then it concentrated around here."
Anthony looked over. "Well, here's the thing." He took out his own pen and drew circles around the area with the marks. "If the attacks had stayed with the early pattern, it would have led to this oil derrick. But now..." He drew a horizontal line from the oil derrick straight through the clustered marks.
"Where would this be?" He pointed at the first settlement the line hit.
"That's the old mission. We thought it was abandoned."
"Funny, because that's exactly where my informant wanted to meet me. I need a vehicle."
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Post by Mikey on May 2, 2009 6:53:02 GMT -5
Quicksilver sat in the back of the plane, playing a PSP he made Karl buy back in Tokyo. Nowadays, he was doing a whole lot of nothing. Sure, he followed Karl around quite often for unseen backup, but most of the time it amounted to nothing. And a whole lot of nothing meant a whole lot of boredom. It didnt help that he didnt actually sleep either. If he wasnt injured, he didnt need to go into shutdown mode, and the last time that had happened...
God, it had to have been Cairo. He wondered how all his old 'friends' at NADAS were doing. Not really friends really. No one really ever spoke or hung out with him more than they had to.
"Righto." Quicksilver responded through his moltronic implant, one of the few things he was able to keep when he left NADAS. It allowed him to speak to Karl, through thought, via an earpeice Karl wore most of the time.
Hopping off the couch and out the door of the plane in a rather odd getup for the middle of the desert, consisting of a pair of pants and boots, a long jacket with a good and gloves to cover as much skin as possible, he went to the hanger where a small sedan was waiting for them. Hopping into the driver seat, he collected the keys in the overhead sun visor and fired up the car. Then, he just sat there and waited for Karl. No telling how long it would take him.
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Post by Scorpio on May 4, 2009 17:20:37 GMT -5
Private Sanchez led Anthony out to the front of the airport, where several vehicles were being loaded or unpacked with supplies been sent and recieved.
"Sadly we can't spare you any of our jeeps right now, so the best we can offer is to have one of the supply trucks drop you off on the way. Roper over here is heading in the direction of the mission to get supplies to several camps we have in the desert."
Sanchez led up to a truck and opened the door to a sleeping driver.
"Roper! Wake up you moron!"
"This guy is safe right?" Anthony raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Well, he's a little odd, gets hit in the head a lot, but he'll get you places. Just try to avoid conversation."
Anthony stepped around to the passenger side of the truck and climbed in. Roper fiddled with his rear view mirrors until the crew in back loaded the crates and signaled they were ready for him to go.
<"So, Mr Roper, you know anything about the mission?">
"Me no habla english senor."
<"I'm speaking spanish Roper. Do you know ABOUT THE OLD MISSION?">
Roper stared in confusion for a few seconds before grabbing his shipment log papers. "Mission deliver supplies yeah?"
Anthony sighed and pulled the map from his inner pocket, pointing out the abandoned mission. "Here."
"We no go there, I have to deliver supplies. I drop you off on way?" He started his truck and pulled out of the airport grounds.
"Uh....yeah." Anthony pocketed his map again, at least he was making a little progress. "You're not from this country are you Roper?"
Roper started nodding, then shaking his head, finally pulling a cassette tape from his pocket. "Thumping tunes yes?"
"Well, actually I'd rather you didn't, I'm kinda jetlagged and.."
Roper ignored him and stuck the mixtape in the player. "Hammertime is number one Da?"
What did I do wrong in a previous life?
ooc: Yeah, bad post with bad comedy trying to fill space until I get to the next area. and in case anyone asks, Roper isn't representing any nationality in particular, just a very odd guy. anyway, Anthony is leaving the airport for the abandoned mission
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Post by thegunny on May 5, 2009 21:16:25 GMT -5
OOC: Quick post just to show we're moving
Karl quickly gathered his gear up, stood up, and got out of the airplane, walking towards the car---- which had more gear in the trunk and to a degree the backseat as well. He opened the door and said
Scoot over, you can't drive for crap Silver.
Karl then sat down in the drivers seat, handed Quicksilver his P.D.A, and then pulled out of the airport as he followed the truck for a bit. After a while, Karl pulled away and out of sight, instead relying on their ace in the hole---- the cell phone he had given Roper, which Roper had luckily put in the glove box for emergency purposes. Secretly he had put a GPS device in there that not only gave Roper GPS directions and his location, but also fed this to Karl's P.D.A, which quick silver was now monitoring. This allowed them to shadow the truck beyond visual range. Unless this guy jumped out of the truck without the truck stopping, they would know hes still in the truck most likely. Even then, they would see soon enough as it is if he got out because they showed up behind them eventually anyhow. They weren't THAT far behind.
Karl and Quicksilver have followed Navarro.
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