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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2008 15:15:30 GMT -5
The largest and most well equipped hospital in all of England, St. Greg's has 8 floors and a gigantic staff. A few doctors remain here to treat anyone who happens inside.
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Dec 6, 2008 12:48:52 GMT -5
"Four years since you made that drop into Raccoon, the stuff you managed to produce from there turned up a host of juicy information" Jake said as Pete pulled on his Flak vest. "Good to hear" Pete said as he picked up his Bandanna and began to tie it up around his head. "So where exactly are you sending me this time? Tokyo or a tropical island filled with exotic zombies?" Jake chuckled slightly before his face turned more serious. He straightened up and flipped over the paper. "Not quite, I'm quite sure you'll have noticed the Queen's country going to hell" "Your a master of understatement" Pete chucked in as he clipped belt rig and drop leg pouches on. "Well some of that information you produced turned up a good few leads here on our own ground and after the terrorist attack well..." Jake paused for a moment before continuing. "We believe that somewhere, someone within our organization has been selling off some of that information you produced to the highest bidder" Pete cocked an eyebrow and stopped in his loading up for a moment. "What's Harrison got to say on this?" "That's just it, he hasn't! Five weeks ago, Harrison went missing about the same time a ton of files on biological weapons research vanished. Nobody has heard from him since, also since then no more information has seemingly been leaked" "Are you trying to tell me you think Harrison is the one behind it?" "Bingo" Jake said deathly serious Pete swore before looking over to where his weapons and radio lay. He walked over and picked up the radio, clipping it on he placed the ear piece in and looked at Jake. "Where'd you need me?" "London. One of our operatives sighted Harrison within the vicinity of St. Greg's Hospital less than a week ago. Apparently someone then checked in under the same Westwood which is" "Harrison's most common alias" Pete finished for him. "You'll be inserted by Black Hawk, we need you to tear the place apart for him. Even if you have to search the entire city, find him and if he still has them get the documents back off him" "And if he won't give them back?" Pete said locking the slide back on his USP. "Subject expendable" Jake said as the slide clicked forward on the pistol.
-Five hours later-
The place wasn't what it used to be. Pete had only ever been to London once or twice and to be perfectly honest it always looked nice in the tourist guide. Also, the new dead inhabitants weren't exactly welcoming either. He walked through the main entrance and across the car park toward the front doors. There was an ambulance parked near the doors. If he remembered correctly apparently there were a few doctors who still lurked around here treating people. The glass doors parted as he reached them, stepping inside he looked about the reception. The place was in an okay-ish condition. He walked over to the reception and peered over the desk. "Hello?" he said fairly loudly but not so he was announcing his presence. He didn't get a reply, he shrugged and was about to turn away when he noticed a mirror on the desk with a note underneath. He leaned closer and read it: 'Are you infected? Or know someone who might be?' He chuckled before glancing at himself in the mirror, he nearly had that slightly unshaven look to him. But today he looked a little more unshaven than normal.
Seating himself in the receptionist's chair he tried to dig up some patient records. He clicked through them, he'd never been a computer whiz but over the past four years he'd sharpened his skills up alot now. But if someone asked him to hack a mainframe he'd still be clueless. The name Westwood popped up on the screen and Pete huffed out a sigh of annoyance. There were five Westwood's and to top that off, the receptionist mustn't have been great because none of them were dated. However fortunately, they did list the ward numbers. Leaning across the desk he picked up a pen and a scrap over paper. Scribbling down the names and the war numbers he shoved the paper into his Flak vest pocket. Standing up, he glanced to his left and then the right. The corridor went both ways, he cast a quick glance at the comp screen before looking back at the signs. First floor, ward nine. Taking hold of his weapon's grip he began to walk along the corridor before he reached the stairs. "Going up" he muttered as his pace quickened to a light jog.
Upon reaching the first floor he became a little bit more cautious, he kept his weapon raised and slowly crept along the corridor. If doctors still did inhabit the place then this wasn't going to be pretty. But if he bumped into Harrison or any zombie, which seens as this was a hospital was highly likely he wanted to be ready. Picking his way through the corridor, he passed ward's one through five. Taking a left he proceeded onwards before finally coming across ward nine. Stealthily, he stepped inside and swept through the room. It was desolate, the bed's were all empty, nobody home. Clicking his tongue he pondered for a moment before spying a side door labeled "Ward Nurse". An idea formulated in his mind. Entering the small office, he went directly for what he was after the nurse's personal computer. Sitting at the PC he keyed his radio. "Jake, this is Pete. You copy mate?" "Loud and clear, what is it?" "Do we have any knowledge of what Harrison checked himself in for? I mean do we know if he was actually ill?" "It's believed he checked in with violent stomach pains and throwing up why?" "Because if I can find the Westwood on this PC with those symptoms, then I can rapidly narrow this search" "Alright, check that out. Call in if you find anything. Jake out" Pete brought up the ward list and began to type , if by some luck it was listed in here then he'd be onto that backstabber's tail. What Pete couldn't fathom though was why Harrison was a traitor? He set up the organization that Pete worked for, was he bought out? Had someone blackmailed him or had he been planning this from the start?
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noir
Zombie Hunter
Maim Me Taim Me you can never change me
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Post by noir on Dec 7, 2008 10:48:43 GMT -5
She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall rubbing her temples. stupid stupid stupid she snarled to herself. She had barely gotten out of that scrape and she was covered in dirt, grime and dried blood. Some of the blood was fresh though, She hadn't been bitten which she was immensely thankful for. As usual her mind wandered to her mother, and what had happened to her. She thought she had followed her mother here to this hospital. But shortly after she had been seperated from her mother. Now this place was empty save for a few of the infected, she sighs and pushes herself to her feet. She would sleep later for now she had to try and find a safe place before she crashed out. Leaving the room she stops as she hears the sound of the elevator. Freezing she dives back into the room she had just left gripping her glock she tries to calm her breathing she relaxes as she hears a door open. Moving out of the door she moves quietly down the hallway pausing as she hears the crackle of a radio. Tilting her head she realizes it's coming from the only office in the hallway. Moving towards it she takes care not to make any more noise. Coming to the door she takes a deep breath and steps inside the door. Moving towards the man sitting in front of the pc she presses the barrel of her gun against the back of the mans head. who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my hospital she snarls eyeing the man cautiously
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Dec 7, 2008 11:13:27 GMT -5
Pete felt the object touch the back of his head. He had a good idea of what that was as well.Generally when something cold touched the back of your head it usually was a weapon. He listened to what the person said, a woman to be precise and her tone was clearly spiteful. However despite that, she didn't sound particularly old either. "What aren't the living allowed in your hospitals anymore?" he said sarcastically slowly raising his hands. He began to stand up, gently easing himself out of the seat. He was getting ready to turn and grab whatever weapon it was that was being pointed at him. If it was a pistol then he was sorted, all he had to do was rack the slide back and problem solved. The problem lay if it was something bigger. His vision came around the room until it faced behind him and he stood looking at the woman. She was covered in dirt, grime and blood. Some of it looked fresh, that was never a good sign in this day and age. For all he knew she was going to suddenly leap forward and take a chunk out of his neck. Then again she might put a bullet in him first but it didn't really matter.
Before however he throw in a distracting sentence, he had to do a double take. He stared at the woman. What was that? Did he know her? He did feel likehe'd seen this person before...but where? and more importantly when? He couldn't remember. It was like flicking through a virtual databank of names and faces in his mind. But he still just couldn't place her...wait a second. The expression...the face, the stance and moreover the voice. "You?!" Pete let out, unable to stop himself. It couldn't be...could it? That was impossible. "There is no way this earth" he said his voice full of unbelieving as he folded his arms in front of him "Ayslin Scott" If he was wrong then he was in a world of pain, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was right.
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noir
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Post by noir on Dec 7, 2008 12:02:55 GMT -5
keeping her weapon aimed at his head she snorts at his comment not after the living became as dangerous as the dead she laughs shakily pulling back she keeps her weapon raised as he slowly turns around. Ayslin Scott she looks at him curiously her weapon lowering a bit as she tilts her head to the side How do you know my name? she struggles to place the man as he seems familiar to her. Everything was just a blur have we met somewhere before? she asks cautiously
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Dec 8, 2008 14:54:47 GMT -5
"A good four or five years ago at the least" Pete replied as he watched the weapon lower slightly despite it still be aimed directly at him. "We had a small run in over at that lovely holiday spot. Raccoon City" He looked her over for a moment and he felt his mind chuckle slightly although he didn't show it on the outside. "You haven't changed a bit, last time we met you were still exhausted, covered in dry blood and if memory serves waving a severed arm at me" He laughed he remembered quite vividly now. That arm being waved in his face, the oriental swordsman, holding up in the jail then getting ambushed by some another bunch of merc's. Damn, was that really that long ago!? "Still causing trouble for priest's at Catholic Schools?" he laughed before looking at her once more. "You really have no idea who I am do you?" he said "I can't really blame you though, in this day an age one Merc is the same as the next"
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noir
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Post by noir on Dec 11, 2008 0:40:27 GMT -5
She lets out a shaky laugh dropping her weapon to her side. Not many priests to make trouble for She sighs and runs a hand through her hair Racoon city she shudders
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Dec 19, 2008 5:23:34 GMT -5
He grinned that was true. No priests around here anymore. The weapon dropped to her side, and Pete noticed her shudder slightly as she repeated the name of Raccoon. He had to admit, it still sent a good few shivers down his spine when he thought about what he'd seen there. Looking her over he wasn't sure if she remembered him, or for that matter, wanted to. Then again the only thing she would remember about him would be Racoon. Which clearly wasn't a great topic to be talking about. His arms still folded he leant back against the edge of the desk. He was still trying to fathom what exactly, how the piar of them had bumped into each other again. He shook his head slightly before turning back to the computer. "What are you doing here then?" he inquired. Continuing to type he scanned across the list of names until something popped up. Stomach pains and throwing up. "Got'cha" he grinned.
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noir
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Post by noir on Jan 29, 2009 5:30:41 GMT -5
Laughing she moves to peek over his shoulder curiously Who are you looking for, or should say who have you found? she asked
(OOC: sorry for the uber late posting!)
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Jan 30, 2009 9:31:54 GMT -5
OOC: No worries
"Ward seven" Pete read aloud before getting up out of the chair. He heard Ayslin's question as he picked up his weapon. He didn't face her as he spoke, his voice was cold. "A traitor, someone who may yet cause alot of pain" Taking a look at the screen again, he looked at the details. Ward seven was another floor up, if Harrison was still here then that would make life easier. Whether he'd give up the information willingly was something else, however Pete was feeling nice enough to give him the chance. Turning around he looked at Ayslin. "I'm after someone called Alec Harrison, he used to be the head of the organization I work for. But he's now joined the ranks of the corrupt. It's highly possible, he's in this building and he's got information on him which is worth a hell of a lot". Pete drew his USP and switched the safety catch off. "and I doubt he's going to give the information up freely" Starting toward the door he stopped and glanced back; "You coming with? Or do you want to hang here for a moment?" Not waiting to see what her reply was, he stepped out of the room and proceeded toward the steps. His mind was focused if Harrison was up there, then it was all to play for.
His boots tapped lightly against the steps as he proceeded upwards, his sidearm pointed downwards. As he reached the next floor, it raised itself up to the ready position. Taking a quiet step up he looked both ways down the corridor. Nothing. Moving left he began to approach the door labeled Ward 7. Quietly he swung around the door, and swept the room with his weapon. Nobody was in the immediate vicinity however there was something from a small annexed room down the far end. A small light and a voice. Cautiously he moved down the room toward the noise. As he got closer he was able to distinguish a voice and some words. "I'll be there with the package on time. Don't worry, those idiots won't send anyone after me, they think I'm M.I.A" Pete leant against the wall near the door and listened for a moment longer. That sounded like him alright. Carefully he peered round the door-frame slightly and was greeted to a sight. Harrison was stood there, his back to Pete with mobile phone in hand. On the desk was an open briefcase, with papers and disks in. He couldn't make out any of the writing, however one thing was clear. The Umbrella Logo at the top left of the paper. "Very well, I'll see you there" Pete ducked back behind the door-frame as Harrison ended his conversation. Pete breathed in as he heard the phone turn off and the sound of Harrison closing the briefcase. It was now or never. Carefully he stepped in the door, the room was tiny it was literally a medical stock cupboard. As he stepped in he was less than meter from Harrison. Pete brought the USP up and spoke;
"Hands on your head Harrison!" Pete snarled "Well well, I was wondering how long it would take for you lot to unscrew yourselves and try to stop me, let alone realise it was me" "Shut up, that them in the case?" "What no small talk? No exchange of pleasantries? But yes, that is them as you put it" Harrison chuckled. Pete couldn't actually believe that this was the same person, but the again appearances were deceiving. "Who bought you Harrison? We thought we could trust you" Pete asked the pistol not moving from its direct line at Harrison's head. "HA trust, trust is truly hard to come by these days. I decided that I'd had enough, we can't win you know. We can sit and pretend we're fighting the good fight, or we accept it and benefit" He turned around and faced Pete his face a picture of evil. "What umbrella did was just a start. With these papers we can have the power to control and be set up for life, some lives may be lost. But what do we care?" "Your pathetic, watch innocent people slaughtered so you can sit on the beach sipping champagne? You make me sick" "Oh well, you'd know all about the slaughter of innocents" Harrison scoffed "Pete Mitchell, the ex army grunt, turned merc, turned avenging angel. All because he watched some lowlife South American villagers get massacred" "Don't push it Harrison, my temper only lasts so long. Now you gonna walk or does it end here and now?" Pete said through gritted teeth.
The world had stopped, it seemed like it was entirely revolving around the two of them in that small room. Pete could see Harrison's grinning face and the villagers dead corpses. It was like Harrison was now responsible for it. Harrison chuckled, before talking: "I think your someone who doesn't see the bigger picture" He hadn't finished the sentence before he was moving, he swung at the pistol, knocking it sideways and out of Pete's hands. In retaliation Pete brought his fist up and slammed a punch directly at Harrison's face. He staggered backwards to the desk, Pete came forward with a follow through punch but Harrison was quicker. He slammed his boot into Pete's right knee. As he went down Pete received a blow square in the chest which prompted him to hit the deck. The next moment seemed to take an eternity, Pete reached across the floor for the USP as Harrison picked up the case and ran from the room. Grasping the weapon in his fingers Pete staggered to the door and leant out only to duck back in as two rounds clipped the door-frame. Harrison exited the ward his Glock still smoking and hurriedly made for the stairs. Pete followed, his knee was burning it didn't feel broken but it seemed like Harrison had landed him a good un. Spinning out the door Pete aimed his USP as his prey skidded down the steps. He cursed and holstered the pistol before grasping his slung G36c and giving chase.
"Pete, anything?" The earpiece suddenly buzzed. "NOT NOW JAKE BIT BUSY!" Pete yeleld back as Harrison fired another round in his direction.
Harrison reached ground floor and quickly made haste out the front door. Pete jumped the last few steps and grunted as he felt the pain in his knee stab at him sharply. He followed Harrison out the door, the idiot was making his escape on foot. In a city which now didn't belong to the living. Pete stopped for a moment outside and watched. Although this was stupid he couldn't let him get away, time for a foot chase. He breathed heavily and took off after Harrison.
[Pete has left for Notting Hill]
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noir
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Post by noir on Feb 7, 2009 17:07:22 GMT -5
Thinking quickly she grabs her backpack and running to the nearest medical cabinet she empties the contents into her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder she stops to check her weapon she sighed in relief at the familiar weight underneath her shirt. She was thankful she had managed to find a holster for her gun carrying it now was a lot easier. Finally assured she had all she needed she dashed out the door following quickly on pete's heels. Noticing he had entered a door pausing she steps into a doorway and caught the last sentence. "Pete Mitchell, the ex army grunt, turned merc, turned avenging angel. All because he watched some lowlife South American villagers get massacred" She had no idea who the person was that said it but she knew already that she didn't like him. All of a sudden a man burst through the door booking it with pete on his heels. Sighing she shakes her head already knowing she was going to regret her decision at some point in the future she takes off after pete.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 7, 2009 18:02:00 GMT -5
[Hey, sorry to intrude... But Pete, you shouldve put a "Now Leaving" thing at the bottem of your post, cause your now in Notting Hill. And Noir, if your following Pete, then maybe you should put a "Now Leaving" thing too... I dunno what the plan is, but it seems that it could easily lead to some miscommunication. No worries, just wanna make sure were clear on this. :lol: ]
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noir
Zombie Hunter
Maim Me Taim Me you can never change me
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Post by noir on Feb 7, 2009 23:30:56 GMT -5
(OOC: I was going to But i was kinda rushing off in all ways rofl. I had a lot of crap to do that day EDIT: Ayslin is GONE! *weed tumbles by* GO on git! (/end OOC)
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Pete
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Post by Pete on Feb 8, 2009 5:36:04 GMT -5
[OOC: Thanks for the reminder Revolver, competely forgot to add that in. Post has been edited]
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