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Post by Reaper on Nov 18, 2008 11:58:45 GMT -5
A Medium sized room with a Kitchen, a bed, a separate room for a bathroom, and a Computer Area with advanced monitoring system. This level is basically consistent with the size and make up of each small home. Most of Umbrella's employee's are not permeated to leave the facility, mostly for the fact that Umbrella doesn't want their intelligence to get out into the known public.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 23, 2009 21:43:05 GMT -5
The BSAA point man had been able to get the elevator door open for them, opening the doorway for the team to infiltrate into level B-5, regroup, and locate themselves. The results came in; they were near the cafeteria and residential area. Ramano growled
Lets get going, we gotta head practically to the otherside of this level to get to the proper computer in the computer area.
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Post by Kan on Mar 23, 2009 22:44:05 GMT -5
The two BSAA squads hold their positions as the TFP members stack up in various areas. One BSAA member, a young African women, checks her weapon quickly, removing the magazine and replacing it, apparent nerves, not necessarily normal for a seasoned BSAA agent, however the silence and lack of contacts other than the group up top.
This careless act would soon prove to be fatal. Suddenly, out of the shadows a rotten looking man crawls out and grabs the woman's ankle. She gasps in surprise before the zombie open's it's mouth and reaches for her flesh. The other BSAA agents are either focusing their weapons or drawing their sidearms, the woman's leg getting in the way of a clear shot.
A shot rings out, a 9mm, and passes dangerously close to the woman's leg, in a instinctual reflex she gives the zombie the chance to bite down, her leg going halfway into the mouth. She screams in pain and anger as the teeth rip through skin and muscle.
Suddenly, a tile from the ceiling busts, a survivor must have managed to get into the level between floors in a bid for escape, only to succumb to the virus up there. The thing falls down onto the women and dig's it's teeth into her neck. Inman's .45 1911 is beaded immediately, he squeezes the trigger, sending a round into the skull of the zombie at her neck, making it fall limp.
The woman's eyes show extreme pain and terror as she realizes her fate, right before another .45 round tear's through her own skull. She fall's to the ground, dead, another BSAA member bringing his boot down on the crawling zombie with the woman's leg still in's its maws.
Inman sheaths his still smoking 1911, the laser deactivating as his hand is removed from the handle. almost on cue more moans can be heard, though still affected by their comrade's death a moment ago the BSAA agents snap to attention, forcing their emotions away, experience telling them that they may lose more friends before this is over with.
"I some how doubt we're going to be dealing with many OPFOR anymore" Inman says before bringing his shotgun to bear and advancing forwards with his men and women.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 26, 2009 21:20:43 GMT -5
The pointman signaled it was clear for the team to proceed, and it went down its own hallway, weapons loaded and ready to fire. Several zombies popped out as they made their way down the hallway proceeding towards the computer room, but they were quickly dispatched by the disciplined and cohesive team which were easily maintaining their fields of fire. The team in their packed double column formation turned the corner and then went straight again, making their way into the computer room without recieving any casualties from the zombies.
When they entered, the computer area was completely clear. The hallways had been quite clear as well. Anderson signaled for the men to spread out and take cover while signaling for their tech-geek to start accessing the installation infrastructure command console which was running on a backup power generator. Everyone stayed behind their cover and kept their fields of fire up, on the watch for anything to pop in. Nothing happened. The tech-geek, without incident hacked the computer and got the power up and running again. As all the lights started switching back on along with the computer gear, the blast doors leading to the computer room shut, trapping the T.F.P team inside. Ramano blinked and barked out
LOOK ALIVE! POSSIBLE AMBUSH!
As soon as he finished issuing his warning, 4 Umbrella sentry guns popped out from the corners of the run and pinned the team down, and mildly wounding two of them--- Ramano and the teams main pointman. Ramano hit the deck, four times shot in the side before a bullet penetrated and hit him in the thigh, but was quickly dragged into cover by a nearby rifleman. A heavy weapons expert dragged the pointman, who was hit twice in the leg, in the thigh, and in the shoulder all on the same side, into cover with him. At the same time the tech-geek reported from behind his computer console, pinned down by a sentry gun(A 45 ACP gatling gun) alternating between two T.F.P operators
S**T! Stuffs going buggy all the f**k around us! Select sentry guns throughout the housing areas are now going online! Hangar is being flooded with B.O.W'S! Labs are... what a f**king surprised.... untouched! And s**ts going buggy for us too! We're right in the ambush killzone in this room!
The sentry guns were surprisingly resiliant as they tried to take them out by force, showing they'd need to get some precise AND powerful shots in on them. However, their rate of fire was too high for now for them to risk getting up and taking aimed shots; they were returning fire but not hitting any of the right spots. They were chipping the sentry guns away though, but the sentry guns kept chugging along. If they finally turned em into swiss cheese they should stop firing, but that'll take a bit longer
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