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Post by Louise Backturn on May 25, 2009 17:08:19 GMT -5
Louise waited why the woman prepared the sandwich for Amanda, Louise wasn't hungry, she couldn't think about food at the moment. The plate was placed on the counter, as was her coke. Louise reached in her pocket to find some change but was stopped by the woman "Don't worry honey, it's on the house". Louise smiled politely and walked towards a small table in the corner of the cafe. She sat down and began drinking her coke, it'd had been so long since she'd tasted the drink...there was a different taste to it, it suddenly tasted a lot better than she remembered.
As she thought about the taste, Amanda came walking towards her and sat at the table. She began eating her sandwich, it was obvious that she was hungry. She soke to Louise about payment for the sandwich, Louise replied "She gave it us on the house. It's understandable, what with the outbreak and that." Louise looked around the cafe, many people where distressed, they didn't know what to think. Louise remembered her father telling her a story about the the world ending - was this it? Was the world coming to an end? What would happen to London once she left? Would it be destroyed? Would every existance of it be erased? Louise didn't want to think about her hometown becoming rubble or...nothing. She glanced at her watch, it had only been 15 minutes since she checked the flight information. "I hope we can get out of here without a problem..." she said to Amanda. Louise began thinking about how her journey began, how she arrived in Raccoon City, how she found Louis, who got seperated from her, how she managed to end up back in London with Amanda...what would my father think of me now?
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on May 26, 2009 13:36:57 GMT -5
As Amanda finished up her sandwich, there was a loud ding, in the terminal, followed by a echoey voice. Charles de Gaulle? That sounded french to her, the next flight must be going to France. She wasnt very good with maps, but that was east of their location, and not very far either. It would be a few hours onboard, then they would be in a safer enviornment, or so she hoped. Amanda hadnt remembered what the site said about France, but anywhere was better then here, so long as it wasnt Raccoon City. She thought about returning, but knew that her old life was lost, and so was everybody else.
"Louise! France? Do you think it would be safer there? They wouldnt be sending planes there if it wasnt, right?" After the burst of questions, Amanda noticed the red headed female pass behind Louise, just happen to be caught in the corner of her eye. Standing up from the table, she looked into the crowd, but the girl couldnt be seen. Turning back to Louise, Amanda was about to speak, but then another announcement interrupted her.
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Post by Louise Backturn on May 27, 2009 18:39:42 GMT -5
Louise listened to the terminal, for a moment, she thought it may have been an announcement about the zombies or something. Luckily, it wasn't. Louise looked at Amanda, who then suggested boarding the plane to France. Louise wasn't too sure, she was set on going to Egypt, she thought France may slow them down. "Hmm, not too sure. I think we should just go to Egypt and that's it Amanda. It would slow us down." Louise got to her feet "I'm just heading to the bathroom, i'll be a moment."
Louise left the cafe and looked for the sign marked "Toilets". She hurried through the crowds of people, Louise found the toilets and slowly entered them. She washed her hands and her face. Louise hadn't had a wash since she was at home with Amanda, it felt so good. As she wiped her face clean, she left the toilets and was startled by the gun shots coming from the front of the airport. Louise followed the sound of panic and gun shots, she saw a few of the guards firing their guns towards something outside the airport. Louise moved closer and was shocked at what she saw...."Oh my god!" she gasped. The zombies...thousands of them...now approaching the airport. Louise looked down as they began attacking the guards, she turned and sprinted back to the cafe, along her way she saw a foot stick out and trip her up. Louise fell to the ground and was surrounded by the hurrying members of London, who where now moving away from the enterance of the airport. Louise lifted her head and saw a man walking away from her, it was obviously the same man who tripped her up. He wore a long dark coat and was hooded. Louise saw as he faded into the distance, she didn't have time to worry about him now, she got to her feet and ran back to the cafe.
This side of the airport seemed a little more peaceful, although the destruction was still clearly visable. She entered the cafe and ran to Amanda "Amanda! We're going to France, hurry!" Louise turned back around and sprinted out of the cafe, where she was closely followed by Amanda...
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on May 27, 2009 20:40:12 GMT -5
Amanda heard and say the commotion as Louise left, she didnt know what was going on at first. But once she saw the undead outside the airport, she knew that this place was going to be a wreck soon. As Louise quickly came back, she motioned for the France terminal, and yelled. They were going to France then, it was settled. As they both moved through the crowds, the entrance was was getting further away in the distance, and finally out of sight. But the sound of heavy gunfire, lots of it, reassured her that it would be under control, and no infected would get inside the airport.
Amanda stood in the line with Louise, as they all quickly moved through the stations, and finally into the boarding tunnel. It was busy, but they would be able to get a seat for sure. It wasnt as professional as she wouldve liked it, but everyone was safe, and that was the main thing. Moving over to one of the seats near the back, she pointed over to the corner, and then squeezed in out of the way with Louise. As she moved into the seat, she noticed the red headed girl sitting slumped down, out of sight. As the both of the got situated, Amanda nodded to ouise to let her know that everything was set.
After everyone on the plane was situated, it left the ground, and then rose up high into the sir. Peeking over at the red headed girl, Amanda saw that she was wearing headphones, her eyes were closed, and she probably wasnt aware of who was sitting beside her. After a good fifteen minuts of relaxing on the plane, the red headed girl finally opened her eyes, and glanced over at both of them, recognizing Amanda. She unlugged the headphones, and spoke out softly, in a french dialect she could understand well enough. "Your... The one who was back in the airport... Thank you..." Amanda looked over, and then gave a smile. "It was nothing, honestly... But, just why exactly were you running from security?"
The red headed woman looked away, it was obvious that she wasnt so trusting with either of them. But that was normal, there mustve been a good reason, anyone would want to keep that a secret. She looked back at Amanda and spoke "There are some things better off not knowing... This is one of them..." Amanda put her head back in the seat and thought about those words, very mysterious. She thought about what could be so bad that she had to keep it from everyone, she didnt look like a terrorist or anything, she didnt look that much older then Amanda. But she had her reasons, and Amanda repected that. She lay back quietly again, placing the headphones back over her ears, and then closed her eyes once again.
[Louise & Amanda now at the Charles de Gaulle International Airport]
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Post by Louise Backturn on May 28, 2009 9:29:44 GMT -5
[[[O.O.C: Okay . Now at the Charles de Gaulle International Airport]]]
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Post by thegunny on Jul 12, 2009 20:38:28 GMT -5
The convoy rumbles into the Governent controlled airport and started to rumble to a stop near a massive hulk of an aircraft that was named the C-5 Galaxy, the biggest miltary aircraft in the world. As the convoy came to a stop the nose of the C-5 Galaxy opened like the mouth of a giant getting ready to swallow them whole. The men quickly started to dismount and the trucks scampered away, indicating they were local, while the LAV-300 was not. The Pantheon aircraft that were flown here went off on their own to land on a nearby Wasp class amphibious assault ship which started to take them back home to the States. The operators started to go off and leave the civilians they had evacuated behind with the British Military and Law enforcement personnel there. Captain Squires stepped up while everyone else and the LAV-300 trooped onboard to explain to the civilians what was going on. The rough tough n gruff former Marine-Force- recon-sniper-now-T.F.P-Loki-Black-ops-Old-hand tried to put a polite smile on and speak in a diplomatic, not so crusty and corse tone, doing his best to look sincere as he speaks, a Texas accent still leaking out even though he didn't sound very redneck or Southern since he was trying
I imagine there may be some confusion here, and some of you thought you'd be coming on this plane with us. I'm afraid not. Our orders were to stop for civilians and bring them with us out of the redzone to the airport, but we weren't planning on taking any of you with us to the United States. You will be safe here, in British Military hands, in this secured fenced off area.
Captain Squires scratched the back of his neck, consciously letting that nervous movement take hold even though he had been trained to hold a poker face and avoid such ticks, and said visibly unsure about this proposal
However, we have been authorized to hire additional hands to come back with us to the United States to assist in our next operation. You will be paid and treated as Private military contractors, but your pay will be weighted and treated according to your background, skill and performance. A random college kid will not be paid as much as a former serviceman, combat veteran, and Ex-Spec ops. Equipment, training, and weapons will be provided as needed, although these will be deducted from pay, so if you have your own, all the better for you AND us.
Squires kept poker faced and didn't mention that the T.F.P really needed people, quantity always being its fatal flaw, despite its excessive quality. Squires glanced over, watching as the Father of a 3-member family spoke up, looking at the Captain with the hardened eyes of a man who's seen more then many men would see in their entire lives of peace--- a look Squires often bore himself, recognized, and inspected
Do you pay in hard currency, or just soft greenbacks?
Squires nodded his head and returned the mans hardy tone with his normal gruff tone
If you mean hard currency as in paid in food, yes. Other hard currency payment plans are available. All task force pantheon employees have a hard currency payment plan available... and death benefits for their families.
Squires was careful to say employees, not operators. None of these people were getting an invite to join Task force pantheon, at least not yet. Sure, Task force pantheon was an equal opportunity employer (Their best pilot and Squires' personal one was former British SAS. They even had Russians and some Japanese), but none of these people had proven themselves yet, and the Captain was d**n that none of these were professional private military contractors; if they were British Military personnel, then they were deserters and they'd definitely not get an invite so easily. The man who had spoken quickly volunteered to join them, smiling and hugging his wife and son comfortably, murmuring quiet things to them, encouraging them as his Wife shot a worried look at him and his son looked at him, unsure of whether or not his Father was enough of a harda** to be a soldier... even though he knew he was Former Military, he was out of the Military before his son had even been born.
Captain Eric Squires' multi-cam camoflauge which was apparently standard issue, integrated warfighter system built into his uniform, advanced and comprehensive body armor, non-standard sidearm and primary, and special insignias said that if you wanted to serve with anyone and get to play with the best d**n toys, these were the guys you wanted to serve with.
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 12, 2009 22:27:35 GMT -5
Jack hopped out of the truck, which drove off shortly after the other military personnel had gotten off, too. Apparently, these truck's weren't owned by the 'Task Force Pantheon', or else they would be getting on the almost godly-massive plane, he assumed. After re-strapping his DSR-1 back on, Jack tossed his Colt Python to his left hand, unstrapping one of the four vest pocket's on his bullet vest, pulling out an empty clip for his Glock 37. "Great... Must've dropped the rest while I was back shooting the zombie's..." he thought, setting the clip back in his vest for now. He patted the adjacent to the left of the one he just checked, which jingled a little bit, noting that he still had some .308 Winchester bullets that he hadn't used or loaded. The other two vest pocket's didn't have anything... No, wait, there was still those key's he had grabbed, but at this point, they were useless. He tossed those away, and continued on to the small crowd that had gathered around a man, who was apparently speaking to them. Jack held the Python at his side, listening...
"I imagine there may be some confusion here, and some of you thought you'd be coming on this plane with us. I'm afraid not. Our orders were to stop for civilians and bring them with us out of the redzone to the airport, but we weren't planning on taking any of you with us to the United States. You will be safe here, in British Military hands, in this secured fenced off area."
Jack was nearly about to protest to this, as was some of the crowd, until the man continued with his speech, stating that some of the more trained individual's could be hired. Not to mention they would be payed, too. He looked about the crowd to find one man-- one with a family-- raising his hand to join. Jack wouldn't have believed such a thing. Joining the group was one thing, but joining them when you have a family, even if they do provide food, was altogether insane. But it apparently didn't matter to that man. And it sure as h*ll didn't matter to Jack. He stepped a bit out of the crowd to make him noticeable, and then waved his right hand in the air.
"Oi, I want to join too! I only have two very important question's! One, how much ammo do you give us, and two... Can I smoke on that plane?" he said, pointing at the plane, then resting his hand into his pocket to pull out his lighter and a cigarette, which he placed in his mouth and lit with the lighter, putting said lighter back in his pocket. He wasn't really ready to act like a hard*ss mercenary, or anything of the sort-- but if it was going to get him out of London, he was ready and willing to pounce on the opportunity.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Jul 13, 2009 0:00:08 GMT -5
Wolfmist looked around at the crowd, already being filtered for merc work at Raccoon City. He had only ever heard of it, and being new to duties since the outbreak, he merely listened and went where he was told.
Right now he was ordered to oversee troops at Heathrow and try to maintain the peace whenever a plane landed or took off.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 13, 2009 18:53:04 GMT -5
OOC: I'll start the airport post
Squires nodded quietly, looking at the detective sternly, appreciating his enthusiam but feeling like the bluntness of it will have to be sharpened by some quick training, or experience, if thats all they could offer. The small-ish C.O frowned at trigger happiness but looked highly on the gun-ho nature behind much of it, as long as it was rounded out, perfected, and harnessed effectively, rather then using it for a Banzai-charge. Squires growled
We'll give you enough ammo to blow up the moon if thats what it takes to get your job done. T.F.P spoils its infantry. When you arrive there will be a short training, retraining, or fresher course for you, streamlined to get you done as quick and efficiently as possible. You'll have to qualify on what ever we issue you before we hand it to you though. And if you've got a really exotic caliber you may just have to ditch it, unfortunately. We won't be finding you any .700 Nitro rounds in this day and age.
Squires looked over his shoulder to study the C-5 Galaxy, before he looked back and shook his head hesitantly, growling again, knowing where the man was coming from
No, NO SMOKING ON THE PLANE. Unfortunately. THAT MEANS YOU TOO SASQUATCH
Squires yelled that last part at Samuel "Sasquatch" Winters back as he and Watson's fireteam clambered aboard the C-5 behind the LAV-300. Sasquath shrugged it off and kept going. A few other people volunteered, Squires imagined most of them out of worry for their family having enough food after all of this, remembering the last outbreak. When everyone who seemed like they'd step up stepped up, Squires barked out
ALRIGHT THEN! ALL OF YOU WHO STEPPED UP, CLIMB ABOARD NOW! LAST CHANCE ALL OF YOU! GO GO GO! WE'RE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE!
For a small man, Squires had a booming voice, and a harsh command voice at that. Squires pushed and shoved a few men as he ushered them all onto the aircraft, which swiftly closed its nose and started to take off ASAP, starting on its way towards Raccoon city
SQUIRES, SAMUEL WINTERS, AND JACK ARE ALL NOW IN RACCOON CITY AIRPORT
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Pete
Survivalist
He's dead...it's quite serious.
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Post by Pete on Sept 16, 2009 13:13:51 GMT -5
[Having just arrived from the Fire Department]
He still wore his uniform, but the armour, weapons and majority of the kit had been placed away. Even though his job quite simply stated "Mercenary" on the box, he didn't make a habit of carrying his weapons out in public. The cup of coffee he'd obtained wasn't grand, he sipped at as he made his way toward a table. It was fairly foul, but he hadn't had a drink for awhile and as such, he didn't care about the taste. Sitting down at the table, he placed the cup down. The second new item he'd obtained was lunch. It was little more than sandwiches from a cafe. Sitting down, he sighed to himself. It had been a close one, thank god Rykov had materialized. It dawned on Pete how much of a real ace that fella was. Nodding to himself he opened the packet and took a bite of the first sandwich. Egg...hmm, something he hadn't had for awhile. He ate the sandwiches quietly and bothered nobody. Everyone was going about doing their own thing, it seemed that the world was in Airports these days. There seemed to be a commotion going on, he wasn't quite sure what was causing it but as of the moment. It wasn't his problem. Finishing his version of a lunch, Pete got up and began to make his way out. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be too long before Jake had another job for him, so sitting around here was doing him no good. He started to make his way to where, Rykov had agreed to meet him. Back to that lovely Helicopter... "Let's go" he muttered to himself as he binned the now cold coffee.
[Pete has now left England for Racoon City]
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Post by Jester on Nov 30, 2009 1:09:45 GMT -5
::David Pryce Now Entering Heathrow::
The helicopter soared in the skies towards Heathrow’s his 2 passengers, the pilot, and a CIA agent.
Jenkins maneuvered the helicopter to circle over a empty helipad where he was going to let out his unknown passenger. He looked back to see the man was already securing a zip line down to the Airport. "Hey!" Jenkins yelled trying to warn the guy, "Hey I'm going to put her down! We got clearance for this s***! You don’t need to jump!" Jenkins looked forward to make sure his copter was still running smoothly and even. Once he felt he was secure again he looked back to see that the passenger was already gone... He jumped...
Once David hit the ground he quickly un attached the line to his belt and places his hand on his ear piece. "Sorry for dropping down on you but I got a job to do! I'll get in touch with you later and well work on a LZ." The helicopter blades were cutting threw the air so loudly he could barely hear himself speak. "You got it cowboy! See ya later!" Jenkins replied as the helicopter soared off into the sky.
David looked down and checked his .45 USP, flicked the safety on and re-counted his clips in his belt. He carried 5 clips counting the one already in his gun. After holstering his weapon in his shoulder holster he jogged off to the nearby stairwell door where he was greeted by a British SAS soldier waiting for him.
Marty waved over the CIA agent, he didn’t know who he was or why he was here, but he was assigned to escort him to the mobile command center at the airport, from there he would get further instructions. The agent was wearing a black tactical jacket, with a dark grey undershirt. Judging by the bulk by his ribs he was wearing a shoulder holster to carry his weapon. Marty scanned over him to see his tactical belt around his waste; he could see several clips, a flashlight, and a rope pack. If Marty had to guess, he would say on under his shirt on the back side of his belt was a knife holster as well... This guy was clearly on a mission. Marty stuck out his hand to greet the agent, "Welcome to London Mr. Pryce, your suppose to come with me, right this way."
David sat down in the briefing room in the MCC, adjusting his seat; David leaned forward on the table resting his elbows down. A file containing some papers was thrown down in front of David by Maj. Whitman, the officer currently on duty to aid David. "There's all the information we have on your, Kendall Taylor and Frank Barman, Agent Pryce." The major looked tired judging from the bags under his eyes, he must have been on duty for awhile now. Nodding to the Major, David opened the file and began scanning over the information, "Thank you Major, I understand the situation here is much like the crisis in the U.S., let alone the world." David continued to look over the files. The Major took a seat across the table, "Yes well, we are doing the best we can like everyone else... My orders were to provide you with that information on those 2 citizens, mind if I ask why?" David closed he file and places it in his jacket looking at the Major, "The women in these files was a leading researcher for the Umbrella company and she has been taken hostage after she found out what her research was being used for... The man is he one currently keeping hold over her. Its my job to rescue her and get her back to U.S. soil." The Major rubbed his chin looking a bit confused, "The world's going to hell and your sent half way around the world to rescue some scientist? I don’t understand..." David smirked "Neither do I," he was lying, "But my orders are clear. Now I’m not asking for any of your troops, I know you need all the men you have, I just need a map is all." David got out of his seat looking to the door. "Of course of course, we can get you a map and direct you there through radio Pryce, but I will send one of my men with you," The Major whistled loudly and Marty came walking into the room, "Corporal Marty, I believe you met Mr. Pryce, you will be assisting him on his mission." Marty snapped off a salute, "Of course sir!" He put his arms at ease and looked at David. David nodded at Marty, "Alright then... Lets get going then Corporal."
::Pending Location on David Pryce::
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Prussian
Zombie Hunter
Respect to the Man in the Ice Cream Van.
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Post by Prussian on Jun 12, 2010 18:02:00 GMT -5
A black-helicopter landed on one of the Airport's Heli-Pads. The Tricell insignia standing out brightly from the sleek black paint that covered the rest of the Helicopter.
Nathanos stepped out of the vehicle as it's blades stopped and promptly made his way to a corporate jet also decorated with Tricell's symbol. His blood-red tie was the only-thing of notable color with his otherwise black suit and gray colored shirt.
Four men in non-combat TSTU uniforms waited around the entry stair-case, and promptly followed Nathanos up into the jet as he ascended the staircase.
Nathanos entered and took a seat on a booth adjacent to a white, round table. He placed his suit-case underneath the table and sat-back in the chair, making himself comfortable.
A rather attractive Stewardess promptly approached him.
"Even Mr. Rivendare, how may I be of service?" she inquired.
"Ah, evening. Scotch on the rocks if you would, please." said Nathanos.
"Have that right with you sir." she said, quickly heading to a serious of cabinets.
The four TSTU personnel from earlier approached Nathanos.
"Hello, sir. We have been assigned to help you with your endeavor, sir." said the oldest looking one; an African-American no older than thirty.
"You and your men may drop the formalities for the time being. Now, have a seat." said Nathanos, the Stewardess bringing him his drink.
The men took seats a little wearily. There'd been rumors floating around the very TSTU detachments that'd been sent around with this man. Rumors he'd murdered his men in cold blood.
"Much obliged, Ms. Now, if we are to be working together I believe an introduction is in order. I am Nathanos Rivendare, though I assume you've all been informed of that already." Nathanos said.
"Yes. I'm Sergeant Michael Hicks." said the African-American TSTU personnel.
"These are my men; Feliks Sobczak, Masahiro Ito and Akash Gambhir." said Hicks, each of his men nodding when they we're addressed.
"I'm assuming from your accent your American, Hicks. What of the rest of you?" Nathanos inquired to the three other men.
"I was born in Tokyo but grew up in Illinois." Ito said in perfect English.
"From Mumbai, India." said Gambhir.
"I come from Warsaw, you hear of, yes?" said Sobczak.
Nathanos nodded, finding the Pole's accent a tad amusing.
The jet began to move onto the run-way.
"Well now that we're past the formalities let us move to the main reason you've all been assembled here." Nathanos said, inserting a disc into a drive located on the side of the table.
A 3-D image of Raccoon City was projected up from a lens in the center of the table.
"You know I can't fathom why they waste so much money on these infernal devices. You'd think a map would suffice." Nathanos commented to no-one in particular.
He tapped the center of the town, the district becoming bright green as he did so.
"Gentlemen, as you have no doubt been briefed this is the down-town area of Raccoon City, their so called 'clean zone'. Foremost we shall come as potential investors. I'll need you all to loose the little Tricell outfits for the entirety of this operation, by the way." said Nathanos.
"Not a problem, Mr. Rivendare. We've been provided with blank-gray jumpsuits for the operation." said Hicks.
The jet began speeding down the runway.
"Well that provides a problem. You see for phase one, we are to investigate this area as potential investors for Eden Corp., luckily I came with extra clothing. You'll come dressed as my Body-Guards. Would look a tad odd with a congregation of armed custodians following me about now wouldn't it?" said Nathanos.
"Valid point." said Hicks.
The jet took off into the air.
"Now; hopefully if I dangle enough money in front of Eden Corp. they'll be foolish enough to tell me the details of their operation. How that goes will be of some importance; if we fail to learn anything of value then we will have to improvise." said Nathanos.
"How do you propose we make our way into the city?" asked Ito.
"Well will need to obtain a corporate helicopter. If Tricell can't provide a blank-one we'll just need to do our best to mask it. We can't come in from the city itself and pretend to be investors; no wealthy man in his right man would take the scenic route through that hell-hole. Do we have a pilot?" asked Nathanos.
Hicks gestured at Gambhir.
"I am certified to operate almost any vehicle Mr. Rivendare." said Gambhir.
"Excellent. Now what of the rest of you, if something goes wrong can I trust you with a fire-arm?" asked Nathanos.
"US Marine, three tours in Afghanistan. Ito here used to be in the US Army Rangers; we were both in Blackwater for some time as well. Gambhir and Sobczak are both veterans from the First Outbreak." said Hicks.
"Good. Well gentlemen make yourselves comfortable. Have a drink, hell have several, just be able to stand by the time we get state-side." said Nathanos, the men chuckling at his last comment.
"Estimated arrival time for south-western Minnesota around eight hours." the Pilot's voice-crackled over the radio.
Nathanos sighed, this would be quite the long flight. What to do... what to do. He finished his whiskey and eyed the attractive Stewardess serving the other men their drinks.
"Excuse me, Ms." Nathanos beckoned her over.
"Yes, Mr. Rivendare?" asked the Stewardess.
"I apologize, did you mention your name earlier?" Nathanos asked.
"Oh-- no. My names Ashley Chevalier." she said.
Nathanos smiled hearing the pronunciation of the last name; she was Canadian.
"C'est une joli nom." said Nathanos.
<That's a pretty name.>
The Stewardess blushed,
"Mon Français est rouillé." she said.
<My French is rusty.>
"Je suis en désaccord. Please take a seat." Nathanos said.
The Stewardess did, and Nathanos began to whisper some French in her ear, a series of giggles erupting from the young lady.
Hicks and Ito viewed the goings on a good distance away from Nathanos in the other corner of the jet. Gambhir sat across from them quietly reading a book and enjoying a sprite. Sobczak had already disappeared into the back-room to take a personnel look at the alcohol.
"Well I expected him to be a tad more... off." said Hicks quietly to Ito upon noticing Nathanos was throughly distracted.
"Had a buddy who was on Security detail on the site in Whales. Said he walks around dressed like Dracula or some s***." said Ito.
Hicks shrugged, "Hell man whole worlds turned into a horror movie as it is. Didn't this guy use to be a Politician back in England or something?"
"Yeah. I heard a rumor his family didn't make it out of the 2ND Outbreak." whispered Ito.
Hicks shook his head looking toward Nathanos; whom at this point had his hand on the thigh of the marginally younger Stewardess.
"That'll tear a man's head-up quick. As long as we all get out of this and get our pay-check from HQ, he can be Doctor f**kin' Frankenstein for all I care." said Hicks.
"I hear that." said Ito.
"Premium vodka! I give compliment!" said Sobczak, falling into his seat next to Ito and Hicks.
"What you talk of friends?" Sobczak asked, continually topping off his drink.
"Nah, nah. Just some s***. Where'd you find that anyways?" asked Hicks.
"Back-room. It is like treasure chest of drink." said Sobczak.
Gambhir sighed, turning up the volume to his I-Pod headphones in an attempt to drown out his boisterous comrade.
"And we're now officially over the Atlantic." the Pilot's voice crackled over the loud-speaker.
<Nathanos is now over the Atlantic -- Headed to Minnesota. Final Destination: Raccoon City.>
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Post by Reaper on Aug 25, 2011 0:23:23 GMT -5
(Jason and Alex enter)
Alex looked around as they pulled into the parking lot of the airport. It was amazing how much life was left in places that was over run with the dead. She let out a soft sigh as she looked down at her feet. Looking at life and being around it surprisingly made her sad. It was looking at something she could never have. She remembered trying to live like them, but in the end failed miserably. When the car pulled to a stop she looked up. It was quite some time since she's been to the shores of Mexico, and she wondered if they were still a crystal blue or the blood red like the waters every where else.
Climbing out of the car she helped Jason gather his equipment. "Another plain ride, and more rode ahead of us," she said lightly. She looked around as they headed into the airport. She stopped briefly at the sound that echoed through the air. She knew for a fact that she wasn't hearing things, because everyone else looked up as well. The only question was, was the thing going to stay where it was or was it going to make it's way to them. "What do you think we should do about that?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 10, 2011 16:38:38 GMT -5
Jason heard the sound with a certain amount of clarity, trying to discern what it was. He couldn’t tell, but he didn’t want to find out. He had had enough of monsters that no one had ever heard of attacking them. He just wanted to get on the plane and go.
“There are more British military officials here than anywhere else in England. They can handle the problem just fine.” He said, but he wasn’t quite convinced.
“Go inside, have a seat for a moment. I’ll be in in a moment.” He said. If nothing else, it was curiosity that had him staying here. She took many of the cases and equipment, but he kept one of the M4’s in the trunk. Just in case…
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2011 13:48:13 GMT -5
Alex looked at Jason and then nodded. She made her way up the stairs and into the airport. The load roar echoed again through the air this time close enough that she could feel the building shake. Though that wasn't the only problem. She could feel the other one deep down just like at the apartment. She could feel a very powerful virus coming closer to them. She dropped everything in the corner of the airport, and then ran out the front door to Jason. "We need to leave now," she called out to him. "If we stay it will destroy this place."
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