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Post by KR0R1C on Nov 26, 2012 13:16:09 GMT -5
Sam laid still as she watched Aya pass with ease into the second yard. It was a few moments before she received any response.
"I think I just witnessed viral containment."
Bingo, thought Sam. She used the phone to circle the drone back over head and pinned it onto the truck leaving the facility. She wanted to know where it would be heading, and what it planned on doing there. Once complete she stuffed the phone into a pocket on her vest and crawled back away from the ledge. The raven stood and made a dash toward the gap above the alley they had began in a few moments ago. She kicked off and sailed through the air toward the collection of buildings on the other side. Most of the impact and noise was absorbed by her knees as she dunked once again to keep as much of herself out of view as possible. She snaked her way thought the tops of the buildings until she was nearer to the second yard.
She picked up her radio and kept her message as short as possible. "Moved closer. Tracking container truck. Advise on further action." Sam wanted to move in and help. But from where she was she was practically blind, and if she slipped in she would be putting both of them at risk since she couldn't blend the way Aya did.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 27, 2012 8:58:13 GMT -5
"Forget the truck," Aya replied, "Whatever it had was meant for here," she held one hand over her mouth, even with her whisper muffled by her scarf, "Just s*** luck we missed where it gets loaded off to. I've an idea, though-" she leaned to look into the salt hole again, "I think you might be able to get in through here..."
Samantha could not see it herself. The canopy of sheet metal and makeshift roofing over the area was broken and had openings dotting across it. One opening was poised directly over the hole, "Wherever this salt is meant for must be under here," Aya looked at the surrounding buildings again, "I just need to find a way in myself."
Eventually one of the guards would have to give away just where they all came from. Aya walked towards one block of living quarters, stepping into the lobby. Soldiers populated the place as if they lived there, occupied with their own hobbies. A card game at one table; alcohol and banter at the bar. Cigarette smoke blanketed the ceiling.
"Ask for some ice," the cool voice barely met her ear as a man bumped past the girl-in-facade. Aya turned quickly, snapping her shades from her eyes to see the man exit the building; his head covered in cloth. Half of her wanted to pursue; the other half felt quaint in following the advice. He was American, as fluent as his Arabic was not even he could hide that.
"Do I know you?" Aya asked. He did not slow down and soon enough was out the door. She returned her gaze to the bar and returned her shades to her eyes, "Ice then."
Approaching the bartender, Aya asked as she was told and soon enough had a key in her hand with directions around the back of the building. She took a spot out of view in a narrow alley before speaking with Sam again, "Looks like I have a way in," she pocketed the rugged key and looked out at the loading area again, "The place is mostly free of people. Now would be a better time than ever to use that opening. I'll make my own entrance and look for you on the other side."
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 4, 2012 17:19:54 GMT -5
Sam reordered the drone to circle their location instead of tracking the truck when Aya came over the radio once more.
"Looks like I have a way in. The place is mostly free of people. Now would be a better time than ever to use that opening. I'll make my own entrance and look for you on the other side."
Great, thought Sam. She slips in like James effing Bond, and leaves me to go all Aaron Cross on the ice water... Sam entertained this thought for a moment. Aaron Cross is cooler anyway. She smiled, internally laughing at herself for comparing Hollywood spies, when she was living exactly what they pretended to do. It wasn't nearly as glamorous.
She stuffed her electrical equipment into waterproof bags then put the bag and her glasses into her ruck, before putting it on reverse fashion. Having the weight on her chest would help her to sink into the water faster. The raven wrapped her face and neck tightly with the shemaugh, then pulled her hat as low as possible. The raven scanned the area then hopped down into the courtyard. Very few guards remained now that the viral container had moved on. She resisted the urge to simply run to the nearest pit and dive in that would draw to much attention even from the few remaining guards.
She nonchalantly walked along the paths with very few people taking any notice of her at all. At the center pit she glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Soon as she felt clear she crouched, leaned forward and rolled forward. Unfolding her body into a divers position as she entered the freezing waters. It felt like millions of needles made of ice pricked her body but her internal temperature raised slightly to fight off any form of lockup or hypothermia. She swam and swam until she hit the bottom of the container.
Still holding her breath she guessed there would be some piping for the water on the facility side of the pool. She felt around and found what she had been hoping for she swam in and started feeling around for a hatch. She was running low on air and began to fear she'd guessed the design wrong when she slipped up into a manhole-like access tunnel. Bingo, she whispered to herself.
Sam radioed hoping she and Aya still had some form of signal between the sheets of metal, rock, and sand. "Found my in."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 5, 2012 6:21:27 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Aya to figure out she stood in an elevator. The small box of a room that was accessible from the alleyway had only two buttons, an arrow going up and an arrow going down. She did the logical thing and hit the down arrow. The room shuddered, looking as if it were on its last legs as much as it felt. Had she woken up in the room Aya could almost say it were straight out of a copper mine; the haphazardly wired up lightbulbs that lined the dirt walls gave the atmosphere of working underground.
Deceiving appearances helped make the sudden biometrics scanner even more of a surprise. A wall of blue light traveling vertically upwards starting at her feet. Aya jumped, latching onto the beam of the elevators roof desperately trying to buy time for a way out. It was too quick, as soon as the scanner had emerged it passed over the clinging girl and vanished into the roof. More than likely she had just passed through some form of security barrier; she could only hope Progenitor had masked her signature before any warning lights were set off.
A clang resonated through the shaft as her boots hit the floor. Eventually the elevator came to a halt. Aya's hands went for the door to escape, not waiting for it to automatically open. Her sixth sense picked up on movement behind her, the whirring of mechanics. She turned in time to catch a massive bone needle in her rib cage; something abnoxious injected into her, Progenitor's immunities already firing up to stave and eliminate it.
Aya convulsed as white heat shot through her body; electricity arced from her hands and head as several hundred thousand volts were pumped through the elevator shaft. The sensation of being cooked inside out lasted for only a few seconds before terminating. Aya passed out and hit the floor.
The door opened. Two men stepped inside to drag the unconcious body out.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 6, 2012 15:44:57 GMT -5
Sam found herself in a very humid, very cluttered maintenance-like tunnel. The heat in the area sucked most of the moisture out of her damp clothing leaving her sticky feeling. She dunked behind a crate and dropped her ruck, then poured the water from her firearms. The raven girl then shed her hat, shemaugh, glasses, vest, and t-shirt, leaving only her black sports bra on her upper body. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was a wet shirt that clings to you and wont let you move. She put her still icy vest back on and it sent a chill across her skin when it made contact. She stuffed the rest into her sack, swapping it for her equipment.
She had assumed Aya was out of contact when she got no response over the radio so she didn't bother broadcasting anymore in case someone tried to listen in. The raven pulled her damp hair back behind her ears before checking the phone her partner had given her. The drone still circled slowly high overhead. And nothing on the surface looked any different, which was a good sign. She finished securing her gear and readied her raffica.
Peeking around the corners Sam seemed to still be the only person in the maintenance hall. She quietly traversed the end and came to a rusty metal door. She stood silent listening for any signs of life beyond the barrier.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 7, 2012 5:51:26 GMT -5
Metal grind as the rusted hinges scraped against itself, a lone man opening the door with a grimace at the amount of energy needed to pull the bastard. After it was completely wide he rested against it, breathing somewhat heavily. The agent looked up and noticed the girl, "Woah!" he backpedalled, a 7.62mm rifle emerged from behind him, its scope landing on target with needle precision. Screwed over the muzzle sat a thick, black cylinder; silence in physical form, it would cut the noise down to a point where only the operation of the rifle were heard. Besides the eccentric appearance of the future-warfare weapon, watching him utilize a sniper rifle in such a narrow area was remarkable enough. He murmurred under his breath, "You aren't her," his words trailing off to a noise of uncertainty.
Water dripped from his own hair, clothes waterlogged badly and gear soaked. Rugged boots and cargo pants, clinging shirt. The recent dip did not seem to phase him as much as it had the girl, who also had signs of going for a swim. Kit shuffled, using one hand to push up his sagging hair. The girl's Beretta threw a curve on his tension, expecting something dangerous to come flying his way, "Easy there, cupcake," he mocked, "Ain't neither of us need a bullet today," he looked at the wet woman over the scope expecting some Arabic or another language he wasn't entirely fluent in to come flying at him.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 7, 2012 10:05:51 GMT -5
As the door began to be pulled open Sam pressed herself as far into the corner next to it as she could. Eyes wide she raised her weapon and coiled up prepared to pounce on anyone who looked like one of the mercenaries she had seen earlier. However she got a glance of the man opening it from the shadows a split second before he noticed her. He looked american, obviously not of direct middle-eastern lineage like most of the people in the area.
"Woah!" He raised his suppressed weapon pointing the barrel at Sam's midsection. Her lightning quick reflexes responded with a pistol aimed at his face. They both seemed to hold their breath remaining still as statues for a moment before he seemed to have a revelation. "You aren't her." She found this curious, who was he looking for exactly? "Easy there, cupcake. Ain't neither of us need a bullet today." The word 'cupcake' stung at her ears, she didn't like pet names from people she didn't know. She shut down the urge to retort something distasteful and instead visually dissected the man.
He was obviously not from the area, the weapon he carried was a precision rifle. He didn't appear to be one of the mercs and if he was he probably would have attempted to fire already. He spoke english which was good. But most importantly he too was wet from head to toe, he must have either recently stood fully dressed in a shower, or he too slipped in through the icy water. One question remained though, was he with her, or against her?
"You are you? Why are you here?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 7, 2012 10:26:43 GMT -5
A chuckle bounce out from his lips, "English. Nice, very nice," Kit readjusted his stance without letting the crosshair waver from the girl's neck; an FMJ through the spine would turn her into a nice tetraplegic giving him a 50/50 chance that a loose nerve would not get around her trigger finger and let that Beretta of hers spit out a burst fire, "I got the feelin' you might be Russian or Ukrain. I'm more comfortable 'round American women," he added with a slight rise to his voice as if the fact had some paramount urgency, it was a good way to dodge questions. Kit was never a fan of questions first, although shooting was still comfortable second; he always accepted that cigarette during an interrogation.
The agent could not help admiring the woman, pre-wet girls in his company he always had a soft spot for; probably explains his joy of the beach and pool parties, "Lemme guess. You figured out the puzzle of the salt water. Went for a dip when no one was watching. Didn't realise half those vents lead to creature containment." he sniffed, unconvinced she were a part of any group known or unknown, this person was on a one woman mission, "Lucky you didn't take a wrong turn. Although that's left to be detirmined..."
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 11, 2012 11:54:51 GMT -5
The fellow definitely had a silver tongue, he rambled on smoothly dodging anything that may have answered Sam's questioning. She could feel him looking her over and it made her skin crawl a bit. For a split second a dark thought crossed her mind, whispering for her to wrench the gun from his hands and slam him into the wall until she squeezed the information she wanted from him. But she fought her instincts, and instead she decided to play along with him. She didn't want to, but perhaps it would make this encounter go a little bit smoother.
Sam lowered her weapon loosely holding it at her side, then she leaned back against the wall pretending she could care less about the rifle aimed at her collar. She made it painfully obvious as she slowly looked him over from head to toe. Then she spoke with the smoothest voice she could bring herself to muster.
"Looks like we think along the same lines." She showed off a playful little smirk. "And your right we both seem to have run into some form of creature. Question is: Is it dangerous or not?" She raised her eye brow inquisitively and looked the new comer right in the eyes. "Name's Sam."
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