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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2008 15:30:44 GMT -5
The large parliment building, located by Buckingham Palace, is a secure, old building. Only a few politicians are here, and the building is well guarded by guards who have holed up inside. It is composed of many hallways and offices, and a single, large senatorial pit.
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Bane
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Post by Bane on Apr 17, 2009 12:56:48 GMT -5
The buildings weren’t the safest places, but neither was the street. He’d learned that within the first hour. Outside was absolute suicide. The UD’s weren’t much of a problem in wide open spaces. However the main trouble there was the birds. The f**king birds of London. This viral infection had mutated them into flesh eaters. Not just the crows, but the god damned pigeons as well. He wasn’t willing to risk another open space movement after he’d lost one of his team during the initial drop. The rest could handle these decisions for themselves. However for the most part he’d been moving from building to building. Keeping cover and using his weapons only when it was absolutely necessary. Although his weapons were silenced, he wouldn’t take the risk that these things could smell gun powder. That. And every bullet he spent on a UD would be another one he didn’t have in case one of the bigger things came up. They’d warned him and the others about them. Biological weapons. BOW’s. Mutants. And other nasty things that had been produced by this virus. God damned Americans. Could never learn that there were just certain things in nature that man wasn’t supposed to screw around with. And now look what had happened. He took in a breath. The gruff noise of it being drawn through his gas mask was slow, and quiet, but it sounded laboured. Still, he wasn’t willing to take it off. At least not yet. If nothing else it provided facial cover so that he wasn’t identified by any survivors. If there were any in this hell hole. His movements had brought him closer and closer to the heart of the city, the horrors that were being done within seemed to only be getting worse. Even before this outbreak London wasn’t exactly the safest location in the UK. This ironically boded well for some survivors. Considering they already knew how to take care of themselves, some even having basic weapons training. However. With what he had seen thus far. He couldn’t imagine how anyone without any intense training could handle this.
The psychological stress as well as physical would be too much to overcome. He had seen horrors similar to this before. So it barely fazed him when he had passed a UD in the streets, feasting on the remains of a recent survivor catch. Those without his kind of discipline would likely have put a bullet in the back of that UD in anger for a faceless stranger. But Bane didn’t need the attention attracted to himself. And already the mission was going tits up. One member of his team dead. And by the looks of things. The chances of retaking London from this virus…well they weren’t looking too good at all.
He set himself up for a break in the attic of a building. He’d done a clean sweep of the place first. Locking the door behind him. However he wouldn’t be staying long. He still had another 3 hours before he’d turn in. Although, he didn’t know whether or not he’d be able to sleep in this place. He’d probably force himself to, if he didn’t his senses would be numbed from lack of sleep, less chance of survival. One of the number one rules of conflict. A rested soldier is a living soldier. He removed his gas mask, undoing the latches at the back and then peeling back the rubber necking and pulling the thing off from a grip on his scalp. He took in a breath and almost wretched.
The gas mask had done a lot more than just provide him clean air. It had filtered out the stench of death and rot. Now without it it all rushed into him at once almost threatening to overwhelm his senses. Bane just gripped his fist and swallowed back the bile. Moving his hand up to his ear he clicked the small device on the side of it, the light turned yellow and the headset on his ear buzzed with static until it reached the right frequency. “ Division S, this is Mongoose, we have arrived in the snake pit, querying radio safety?”. A few seconds passed before a voice shot over the line. “ Line is safe Mongoose, report”. He sat down against the wall of the attic and sighed. “ One death, remaining are making their way through the snake pit and are assessing combat variability…”. Once more he waited and the voice returned. “ Confirmed…what is your current assessment of the situation Mongoose?”. Bane shook his head. He’d be blunt. But truthful. “ Snake pit is a no go…buildings are unsafe, streets are worse…”. There was some chatter on the other side of the line and the voice responded. “ Understood Mongoose, what is your personal situation?, do you require air lift?”.
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “ Negative division we are able to continue, will request Airlift when it is required “. The voice spoke once more for the last time. “ Affirmative, airlift will be provided upon request Division out”. Bane looked up, already outside he could hear the hungry moans of the UDs outside, they were beginning to gather in the streets. But why? He clicked his comm device, it buzzed with static and then went silent again. “ This is Bane…Morrison report your status”. He heard gunfire and then Morrison’s voice. “ Up s*** creek mate, where are you?”. He gritted his teeth hoping that his squad mate wasn’t in too much trouble. “ Across from Parliament yourself?”. He heard a laugh “ Just watching a fire fight between the remnants of Scotland Yard and some UDs don’t worry, I’m keeping distance…man this city has really done to hell…what are your plans?”. He thought for a moment. “ I’ll do a sweep of the surrounding area, then head inside parliament…I’ll contact you in roughly 2 hours and we’ll discuss airlift…meantime contact Thompson and see how he’s doing, Bane out”.
With that finished he grabbed his gasmask and placed it back on, roughly reattaching it to his clothing. Carefully he undid the latch on the attic door, it was clear, so he jumped down into the dusty room below. He looked around. Despite the moans coming from outside, the inside was clear. He headed to the doorway, and just as he was about to turn the corner, he saw a UD blocking his path. Luckily the thing had failed to detect him. It was just standing there facing the other direction, swaying drunkenly in the passage. He crept up behind the target, keeping as silent as possible, the thing let out a groan, but seemingly had still to identify him. He had gotten close enough, and struck out his leg, connecting with the back of the UDs knee area it dropped the creature to one leg, enough for him to grab the zombie by the neck and with a quick twist and a loud snap, break its neck. The UD dropped to the ground. Dead. Well. More so. If that were indeed possible. Remaining undetected by the masses he drew his silenced Jericho pistol and slowly opened the door. He fired a shot at the 3 UDs standing in the street, bullets connecting with their heads, dropping them down. With that done he sprinted across the street to the next building. Spread himself against the wall and inched the door open, then peaked inside. Nothing. Well that he could see anyways. Keeping his wits about him he entered the next building.
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Post by Mikey on May 2, 2009 5:34:45 GMT -5
The screeching of brakes and tires on the ground could be heard a mile off. The crunch of bodies under tires and the banging of those same bodies being bounced off of the hard outer body of a duece and a half was just as apparant. The engine roared with one last jolt of power before the brakes squealed one last time. The huge vehical came to a stop just outside the Parliment building, and up came the back tarp.
Waiting for any undead monster stupid enough to be standing there were the automatic weapons of a number of soldiers, eager to tear holes in anything not of the living. They did their job perfectly, and before ten seconds had passed, there was an area clear enough for two men to step outside. Those men were Sergeant Middleton and Lance Corporal Winters, AKA Sasquatch. They fired into the small hole made and turned it into a gash large enough for the others to hop out. By the time all were out and firing, there wasnt a "living" undead within 30 feet.
"Inside! Now!" He yelled. In an orderly fashion, the men started to move toward the door, killing anything in their path. The first man there opened the first of the large double doors and held them open. The second held the other door open, and each man filed in. As soon as all were account for, the doors were shut and locked up tight.
"Report!" Middleton yelled. Everyone responded with a 'good', and the mission was underway. "To the stadium." He ordered, refering to the senetorial pit in the center of the building. Thats where the diplomats were hold up at, according to the last trassmission they received.
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Bishop Morse
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 2, 2009 11:51:03 GMT -5
The Vulture now was zipping towards the Parliament Building. Bishop had the big UH-60 Blackhawk w/ Weapons attachment cross over the river to get their faster. He was flying so there really hadn't been much point to following the road. He just searched for the yellow beacon on his GPS which showed the truck. As he looked at the streets below he could see clusters of people walking around, but he knew they weren't really people. They were all missing limbs and skin and any other manner of essentials.
The Vulture came within about a half a mile of the Parliament building, and the roar of the rotors could be heard from anyone within 2 miles on the ground. Bishop got a hit on the GPS showing the truck was below him. A quick look was all that was enough to show the truck was empty and the team was already inside. The Chopper began to do a circle around the building. Bishop turned his searchlight on to get a better view of the dark streets, because the random fires on the ground didn't light it up enough.
This is the Vulture to Sasquatch and friends. I'm doin an orbit of two mile diameter around the building. Say the word and i'm set to pick up ya up, or rip somethin apart. Bishop said into his head set.
The chopper continued it's circle of the building, and Bishop thought it best to arm the weapons. He moved his hand over the weapons control on the console. He spun the M134 Minigun on the nose of the Chopper, and activated the rocket pods and Missile launchers on the side. The Vulture was basically a combination of a Blackhawk and an Apache. The weapons board showed all systems green and so Bishop continued his loud circle around the Parliament building.
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Bane
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Post by Bane on May 2, 2009 14:01:57 GMT -5
Loud noises. Not precisely the best thing in the world during a sneaking mission, particularly this one. He didn’t know whether or not these UD’s were capable of hearing. But they found their prey well enough, and loud noises would only bring more to them. He gritted his teeth and moved on. Pushing through the building, opening the door with the barrel of his gun. When he was satisfied that there were no UDs in sight he dropped down into a crouching position and moved towards one of the windows to take a look at just what the f**k was making all the noise outside. A huge vehicle. More than likely military.
He moved down and took cover by the wall. Placing his finger to where his ear would be he adapted some pressure and felt the button push under the mask. He didn’t have time to remove it at the moment. “ Division S this is mongoose I repeat Division S this is mongoose”. There the sound of static before the line cleared and the signal was up. “ Mongoose we are receiving you loud and clear”. He grunted and looked outside again, not so that any of the men could see him. But enough so he could see them. “ I’ve got unknown vipers heading inside the snake nest I repeat, unknown vipers headed into the snake nest, checking if they are ours over”. There was some radio chatter on the other side before there was a reply. “ Negative mongoose they are not on our lines, we don’t know who they are”. Great, that much was obvious looking at their equipment, but he could still have hoped for better. “ I’m going to take these forces as hostile however engagement isn’t the priority of the mission….what are orders concerning unavoidable encounters?”. Again, radio chatter. “ Orders stand mongoose. If they are hostile, reply with deadly force, I repeat. Deadly force is authorised”. He nodded and then clicked the button again, the comm. Deactivated and he got up.
He kept an eye on the men as they opened up fire on the UD’s outside the parliament building, they had firepower and were not afraid to use it. Subtly obviously wasn’t a term they identified with. Using the scope on his AR he tracked the movement of the men, examined their equipment. Most of what he saw made him guess that they were more than likely Americans. His gut clenched slightly at the thought. Americans running around London as if they owned the place. The noise of their entrance would likely draw more UD’s to the building. They were probably planning on doing whatever it was they had planned quickly and then getting out just the same.
However. Not planning ahead could be bad for all involved. What if something happened that rendered them trapped? None the less Bane had a job to do. And it just so happened that this job required him sweeping the same building these armed men had just entered. There were two moving through the crowd of shooters. One was hard to miss. The man was huge. Bane wasn’t short by anyone’s standards…but this man was a literal giant. But as the sights of his scope moved over the mans head, he couldn’t help but think that only made him an easier target. But he wasn’t here to fight. And wouldn’t unless it was necessary to his mission. If his luck held, then his experience and training would ensure that these men didn’t even realise he was there. He exited the building on the west side, entering into an alleyway keeping low, using part of a bin as cover as he rushed towards an abandoned car. Ducking down. By the sounds of things no one had spotted him. And he didn’t expect them to either. He looked at this side of the building. The main entrance was never his idea of entering the building. Even as tightly barricaded as it was. His mission required stealth and secrecy.
He moved towards one of the fire escapes, not expecting it not to be barricaded. However next to it was a maintained ladder that led up to the fourth floor of the parliament building. It was to be used by workers who were there to do basic maintence jobs of the building. Moving along the roof he examined each of the barricaded windows. Finally finding one which had already had the glass put out he removed his kukri, placing it between one of the wooden boards and the nail he slowly began to pull it back off the window. That’s of course when something worse happened. An echo of an incoming aerial unit. A helicopter. He began to work at the board faster. Eventually it loosened and pulled off. He’d need another one to get into the place, he placed the knife in again and pulled backwards. The helicopter was going to circle the building, aerial support and perhaps extraction. He grumbled and then kicked at the board, it collapsed in. Just as the helicopter was coming around the corner of the building.
He dived into the building and rolled back to his feet in a crouched position. Moving to the side of the wall and pressing his back against it. He breathed in slowly. He looked back at the broken boards, the barricade was compromised. UDs wouldn’t get in. But even he knew there was more out there than just zombies. But it didn’t matter. Only the mission did. He got onto the floor and began to crawl past the windows just in case the helicopter had gotten a glimpse of him and was checking out the area. Once he had passed those windows he passed down into a stair case, moved down a floor and then headed to the central assembly. He creaked open the door with the barrel of his gun. Then when the coast was clear moved inside. He was on the top floor balcony over looking the actual area. He breathed in slowly. Over going mission details in his head.
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Post by thegunny on May 5, 2009 16:31:23 GMT -5
OOC: D**nit, I just lost my long ass post. Having to retype it quickly.
Middleton growls into his headset in response to Morse
Affirmative. Should be in and out. Be ready.
Watson naturally moved to the front of the formation as they started to move through the building, taking point while the rest of the 9 man team fell in behind him in a double echelon formation. Watson had a 4 yard lead from the team, with the 4 rows behind him having a 2 foot spacing between each of them. Team instinctively fell in behind him letting him and his fireteam take point with Sasquatch behind him, because its what they always did. Since Smith's unfortunate death, Watson was the premier and top pointman in the task force, and everyone knew his reputation. There were rumors corporal Watson was still only a corporal despite all his years in service as part of the T.F.P because he was so good the big three wouldn't promote him higher then fireteam level work because they wanted him to remain a point man. Others say he refuses to be promoted because hes stuck up about his skills and believes he should only ever be a pointman. Its more of a mix, with his superiors pressuring him into remaining at his rank and convincing him he'd do his best and was needed to remain a pointman because hes just that good. Watson constantly scanned the 180 degrees area ahead of him with his hawk eyes, everytime signaling it was clear. His M1014 practically guaranteed him he'd probably kill what ever popped out to challenge him.... and even if HE didn't, Sasquatch behind him would turn it into swiss cheese. Within a minute or so, the team was stepping over dead zombie bodies, before Watson entered the "Stadium"
He crouched, simaltenously scanning the room while aiming his M1014 in the direction of the only other living things in the room---11 politicians and 4 accompanying security guards. They were all behind one big barricade that obviously had had only anti zombie purposes in its mind(because of how ineffective it had been arranged against anything but a crowd of melee enemies), made from the seating areas of the chamber. The entire room was practically torn apart to build the barricade, with the 4 men behind the barricade taking cover, and the politicians with their backs practically to the wall and sitting down in chairs that had been moved around back there. The 4 men aimed their weapons at Watson in turn, Watson yelling out at them as they did so
Friendly! Friendly! Task force pantheon!
For a long, tense moment, the security guards continued to aim their weapons at Watson. During this time the rest of the team entered the room, and Watson began to lower his weapon. The security team lowered their weapons in unison. They probably would have aimed for a moment longer if one of the politicians hadn't starting yelling out "About time you showed up!", and about being evacuated and finally going home. Middleton grunted as he entered the room, seeing the security guards, and thinking to himself about how the security guards had guns--- military grade guns at that. One man had an L85A2, and the other 3 had MP5A5's. The street cops who put their lives on the line every day certainly didn't deserve to normally carry duty-sidearms instead of these men who put their lives on the line maybe once every million days. You'd think the outbreak would have changed that. The 4 men were probably a military police fireteam of some sort. The T.F.P squad moved from their position at the entrance of the chambers and clambered over, the team taking positions instictively behind the barricade to add to the defensive perimeter while Middleton slung his .50 beowulf modified ACR over his shoulder and announced to the politicians, utterly ignoring the security team leaders look that was being glared into Middletons back that practically said "We're waiting here, I don't care what you say."
Ackard, tell your boys to get moving. I don't care what these guards C.O said to them. I don't care what that guard leader says. We're leaving. You called to be evacuated. We came here to evacuate you. Thats what we're here to do. Thats what we're going to do. So get packing.
Ackard, the man who had shot up from his seat, quickly saying
Come on boys, the yanks will get us out now!
The rest of the politicians started to get up(some of them slowly, seeming tired), and agreed with Middleton. Ackard was a sick sight for the team--- he was a Ron Friday look alike, and a politician as well. That made them feel uneasy about the man, but knew they were here to get him, AND his buddies out. The guard leader almost spoke out to argue, but took one glance at the politicians who wanted to leave, and then looks at Middleton and said with nearly clenched teeth
Moving out. Your team takes lead.
Middleton kept the thought to himself that he thought that was the guard leader telling him politely "Fine. No go eat s**t and die", and turned and barked out
Watson, your fireteam takes point. Last fireteam, take the rear. Politicians and security guards take middle. Move it out.
As the team started to exit, a radio call came in from the trucks driver and passenger...
This is Mother Bruce to kiddies, truck has attracted too much attention to the front. Relocating to another point. Recommending kiddies take a detour to another parent loop for pickup.
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Post by Mikey on May 7, 2009 3:53:45 GMT -5
"Well, f**k." Samuel let out at the report of the front doors no longer being an option. "No plan survives contact with the enemy." He said to Watson, to which the pointman replied with a smirk and a nod. Watson, on point and determining where they were going to go, decided to try the back door.
"Be advised. Heading to the back." The radioman said, reporting to the truck. The signal was met with a quick "Roger."
"All right fella's, back door it is. Call out the direction." He yelled to the security guards, who responded with step by step directions on how to get to the back emergency exit.
"I hope that thing aint wired with an alarm. Gonna have every f**king maggot breeder for a mile and a half on our asses, not to mention whatever is out on a hunting party." Samuel said out loud to the silent agreement of the team and the snap from Middleton for him to shut his f**king hole. He did as ordered without any lip.
The team continued through the halls, heading for the new way out and keeping a look out for anything inside. The building was supposed to be secure and infection free, but that didnt mean they were going to just walk around like jackasses with no caution.
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Bishop Morse
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 10, 2009 1:12:41 GMT -5
Bishop was spinning around the Parliament building and was over the river when he heard the transmission from the truck. He began to come back around to the front after hearing it. Had the searchlight panned to the ground directly in front of the chopper. The Vulture came into range of the truck and Bishop could see exactly what Mother Bruce was talking about. A cluster of about 20 of the walking dead were forming around it. And on the street farther down, there were more coming towards it.
This is the Vulture, I got visual on Mother Bruce, i'm gonna do a bit a road clearance... over. Bishop said over his headset.
The Chopper quickly zoomed through the air and was level with the street. It flew over the truck and its nose was pointed directly at the street before it. Bishop squeezed the trigger on the stick and suddenly there was an amazing roar which sounded like an amplified lawn mower as a heavy spray of fiery bullets sprayed out of the front of the Vulture and poured into the crowd of zombies forming in front of the truck and shreaded through them. The sound was extremely loud and the flashing of the bullets striking the ground looked like fire spewing from the front of the vulture.
"Roads clear ahead Mother Bruce, the Vultures circling, just holler for a hand... over" Bishop said as the Vulture began to circle again.
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Post by Bane on May 14, 2009 7:27:22 GMT -5
Events began to unfold and Bane’s respect for the Americans drastically dropped as each second ticked away.He cold hear the fire of heavy weapons outside, likely the helicopter blasting away at the UD’s stationed around the parliament. Again another pefect example of the Americans arrogance and gung ho attitude. Just as was the truck. Although the heavy fire of the chopper would slice through the ranks of the undead like a hot knife through butter the sheer noise of the twin cannons ( such weapons could only be described in such a manner) would only be to the undead a serving call announcing dinner was hot and ready.
These idiots clearly had no concept of a stealthy extraction. There was a mild vibration coming from the com device, he pressed the button on the side accepting the call. “ Bane, this is Morrison, what the hell is going on over there. We’re making our way towards the palace, it sounds like a god damned war is going on over there…”. Bane shook his head, keeping his voice low and replying with only one word. “ Americans”. There was silence on the other line for a couple of seconds. Then. “ Say no more mate, I getcha…what are they doing? And why so loudly?”. Once more, a single word answer…any more and he might be detected. “ Extraction”.
Once more some static. “ I see….but aren’t extractions usually…quiet?...especially in this situation I mean-“. He replied again, cutting off his squadmate. “ Americans”. There was a bit of laughter on the other side as Bane disconnected. Everyone who knew him knew of his extreme distaste for the Americans style of getting things done. He was more of an, in and out, job done. Quiet as possible. The way the Americans did this, was the exact opposite of his own entrance. Drop by plane, parachute in. Extraction by chopper if necessary. If not then he would find his own means of escape. Instead they blasted their way in and out, with no regard for anything else. Particularly not planning ahead. He watched as the American got the politicians out, there were several of them and only one of him. So it would be stupid to try any aggressive moves.
At the same time, the yanks were likely to shoot him if he just popped up. The answer was clear. He removed his gas mask, then pressed the comm. Device on his ear. Holding the button in for an automatic call to HQ. “ Section this is Mongoose…I require a line jack into the Americans comm system…looks like I’m going to have to communicate with them…”. There was a burst of static and then. “ Affirmative…connecting”. There was a minor whine, and would likely be on the American side too. “ Unknown American force”. Bane said, hoping at this point the line jack had been successful.
“ This is Mongoose, of the British Special Air Service, I’ve witnessed your current activates within the snake pit. Whatever your mission is I don’t plan on impeding in it…but at the same time the way your going about it is damaging my own…”. The snake pit of course was referring to the chamber of the house of commons, where the MPs had just been taken from. A little inside joke among the military. “ Request that you immediately cease heavy arms fire, I don’t want this place turned into any more of a hot zone by ringing the dinner bell for the UD’s…and whatever the f**k else is out there”.
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Post by thegunny on May 14, 2009 14:26:12 GMT -5
Middleton was checking his H.U.D as the Brits plugged a S.A.S operative into their radio network and the operative began to speak. He had gotten updated objectives, requiring him and his men to remain in position while the truck heads to the airport, and commence "Survivor search and rescue" operations--- T.F.P-Speak for "Go playin the street and run into every d**n zombie you can and kill everyone of them, and if you find a civilian or two, evacuate them." Thor squads tended to get slapped with assignments like that, and tended to be wielded by Ron Friday like a brutish cudgel rather then like the scalpel that the Thor personel could potentially be(And were, when ever being employed by the actual military leadership of the T.F.P). He stereotyped the Thor teams as the muscle, and won't compromise on using Loki teams when he wants a stealth operation. The operation thus far had been organized with Friday in charge, and thus his mindset was implemented--- such standard "minor equipment" such as Surefire suppressors were not shipped in with them. They're entry technique was predetermined and planned out with Ron Friday's supervision and influence. If Strauss was running it, they'd at least have had the security guards help them get in instead of the security guards being left utterly clueless until the team revealed themselves. When the S.A.S operative was done speaking, Middleton started to reply but was cut off as a new and very familiar voice for the T.F.P groundpounders
Gabriel, Task force pantheon Loki branch. Cannot and will not cease fire without knowing what mission we are interfering with. Orders are Counteracting each other. T.F.P team has been ordered to stay in the area, retrieve security-critical files from Belle office building, and commense search and rescue with cleaning operations in the area. We have a British Brigadier General signing off on the orders along with a T.F.P commanders consent to deploy our team in the area. Will continue operations until given reason your mission takes priority or our orders are countermanded. Hold 1.
Squires had almost thought out loud into the radio about whether or not they had sent them in without suppressors because they wanted them to kick up a lot of dust and deal with what ever came around after that from the start, or whether it was just a last minute coincidence. It was beyond the scope of need to know for the T.F.P operatives that the Brigadier Generals authorization came because of one of the influential politicians they had just evacuated, who was collaborating with Ron Friday, for reasons that were also beyond the scope of this team to understand. Squires would have blown a gasket if he had known the big picture and understood how the operation had been done thus far. He would have started going Oswald on politicians if he had known why his teams were also being ordered to go grab some files from an office building. It was bad enough for Squires that the T.F.P had sent in a squad without suppressors or wouldn't let the squad infiltrate the parliament building softly--- it was even worse because they hadn't sent enough men in in the first place to deal with these handicaps forced onto the team, forcing them to use overwhelming force and speed via the helicopters and trucks to get in and get out with as little time and casualties as possible. They needed these force multipliers with the size of the team they sent in--- regardless of the hostiles it would attract. Watson grinned as he recognized the Call sign as Gabriel, and lead the team out of the building towards the truck. Right as they did so, more UH-60's swooped in and started to drop off the rest of 1st battalion, 4th Company, 1st platoon(Complete for the first time since the great budget cuts of 2010 with 1st Leuitenant Godric Jackson), onto 3rd squads position. The rest of the Platoon had just been transferred here direct from T.F.P operations in Raccoon city, and as such all were properly equipped, fully armed, fully loaded, and full of fight. All 3 had "Coffins" slung underneath, which they dropped off before allowing the troops inside to dismount via short rappeling ropes. Once finished the UH-60's left promptly, after reaching an optimal altitude to minimize their sound on the ground level as they left(to keep all of the noise in one place--- the landing zone. The men would prefer to shoot their ammo to carrying it around first).
The coffins were then opened up, right as a bit farther off two MH-6 unarmed T.F.P quiet little birds swooped down on top of a building, came to a foot high hover off the top of the roof, and dropped off an 8 man Loki marksmen team. The MH-6's then gained altitude quickly and flew away near their service ceilings, and returned to the airport. A flurry of communication was heard as the insertion was completed, and Third squad loaded up with much of the stuff they were missing--- proper night equipment, suppressors, enough ammo for more then several hours worth of fighting, proper rations, and proper equipment for setting up temporary "camps" in the town(Mainly electronics survelliance equipment and some tiny little R.C/Backpack U.G.Vs)
Anti-B.O.W M15 in place. Detachment Bradley inserted. Supply drop complete. Perimeter set, loading truck. Donny's spotted.
Squires flipped out the bipod of his DSR-1 precision rifle and set himself up, Staff Sergeant Pueblo Alvarez at his side with his spotting scope out, and facing the direction of the parliament building from their vantage point that gave them a good sight of the route Mother Bruce would be taking to extract, of the action where the parliament building was taking place, and the avenue of approach expected for the Belle office, along with a pretty good height. The M15 Thor weapon system was set up beside him but 2 or 3 yards away from him, aimed at the groundpounders position as well. Squires quietly growled into his headset, purposefully letting "Mongoose" listen in
Alright operators, Friday tried to pull his head out of his a** when he set this op up, but ended up taking a deep wiff of bulls**t here. Third squad, you should all have the appropriate suppressors now supplied from those crates. A lot of good that does us now. No one mount suppressors yet until ordered otherwise, we all know how ops like this work. We're here for the long haul now men, so expect to be using those suppressors. Eventually. One of the wasps are on its way from the states to support prolonged operations in this area with further arms, armor, and airpower. But that'll be a while. For now, we're still leg infantry. Other then Mother Bruce, all we have is a 300F(A T.F.P LAV-300 flame thrower variant) on stand by at the airport. We gotta hump it out still.
Vulture, escort the politicians out of the A.O and to the airport immediately for evac.
Delta 1-4-1(1st Leuitenant Jackson),get a team together for the Belle raid. I want you overseeing the raid. Delta 1-4-2(Ramano), oversee search and rescue and cleansing operations.
We're gonna do this s**t like we've been told to do until told otherwise. I'll be overseeing all T.F.P field operations in London until otherwise relieved by any possible personnel from the incoming wasp class. And to answer all future questions, no, I do not know the why's of this situation or how a corporate office building's files could be security sensitive in some way.
That last mention was mainly a snipe from Squires, who was trying to tell his men to be on their feet and think with what ever the hell they do. Something wasn't right here. Especially the fact that they were interrupting an ongoing British military operation by the sounds of it--- the S.A.S weren't THAT secretive. If the military was all the way in, they wouldn't be dealing with the left hand doing stuff that messed the right hand up like they were now. Since Ron Friday was leading the op, this could be happening because of anything... and Squires never liked any of the reasons he was able to think up. Ron Friday and Squires hated each other, and they're bad relations were so public Squires could feel secure that he hadn't done anything he hadn't gotten away with before with his "Pull his head out of his a**" comment about Friday. Squires hadn't left the door closed, and all the men who knew him know he wouldn't close the door on the S.A.S man just cause of the orders he had personally been given yet. The S.A.S man could easily get Squires to do what he was known to do(Ignore orders to the best of his ability if they made no sense or had more cons then pros), albiet persuasion was required. That or he could get a countermanding of orders from someone more senior and high placed then the people that had authorized the T.F.P operation.
Mother Bruce finished loading up the politicians and the security team, and zoomed away with the Vulture escorting her. Godric Jackson started to put together the raid team, right as Squires gave "Mongoose" his chance to convince Squires to alter operations, in a possibly very drastic manner--- to possibly the degree of luring zombies away from the parliament building to an otherwise deserted location away from the S.A.S operative(s). -------------------------------------------- Ackard, the S.O.B politician, quietly pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to a throw-away-cloned phone owned by Ron Friday, who then checked his cell phone and confirmed he was safe and being extracted, and then sent another, encrypted, text to a team of mercenaries who formerly worked for the Eden corporation. The team locked, loaded, and got ready to deploy into their area of operations to do their employers bidding depending on how things played out once the files from the Belle Office building were retrieved by the Yankees.
If all went well, Ron Friday wouldn't get in trouble for his rather gross misuse and abuse of T.F.P resources afforded to him as a man of the "Big three". And Ackard's(Along with Friday's) problems will be solved. To anyone who had enough insight into the puppeteering the two high placed political b*stards were doing, they would realize a lot of strings were being pulled... enough that something very big was going on behind the scenes.
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Bane
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Post by Bane on May 21, 2009 3:15:35 GMT -5
Just god damn typical of them. They were refusing to comply with his request based on the factor that they thought their mission took precedence over his. Even so however, didn’t they yet realise this operation would be a lot quicker and cleaner. Posing fewer problems. If they had only the sense to be silent. But he supposed it was too late to bother now anyways. Even if they would stop the massive live fire of those heavy weapons outside, all the UDs in the vicinity were probably already closing in on them. He grunted and then began to move, no doubt that the UDs were already on their way here, so he had to be on the move. No use sitting in one place and letting your leg cramp up.
“ American task force this is mongoose., certain objectives of mine are classified, however since your clearly an extraction force I’ve been authorised to relay some of our task information. “. He headed down the stairs keeping in line with standard conduct. Silent footsteps and then checking around the corner for any hostiles. At the same however he wondered how much good this tactic would do. Considering peeking around corners were meant for human to human confrontation. And the abilities of the UD’s senses hadn’t quite been conclusive. “ Initial objective was subject to our infiltration of London, judge the situation, and bring back a personal success rate on what we think a retaking of London would yield…”.
He turned off the corner and headed down the next flight. Finally hitting the ground floor. He was careful about presenting himself to these Americans. “ Primary objective however is far more important….after completing the intial sweep we are to locate and extract certain codes that were lost during the initial panic of the outbreak…”. He slowly headed down the corridor, keeping his breathing to a minimum. “ I assume you are aware of the three Trident Class nuclear submarines that were active in the United Kingdom before the outbreak….”. His eyes kept moving. He heard footsteps nearby. “ The launch codes to Britain’s main nuclear deterrent were originally kept in a main database server of the Ministry of Defence, widening out and spanning access from all ports in the UK should such a thing ever be required….”. He shook his head. “ However….access to the database has been cutoff, whether through damage from one of these monsters, defensive combat within the facility or…..sabotage….is yet to be discovered…that’s the role of my team….we’re here to determine the cause of the database cut….and if possible retrieve the codes…”.
OOC: Sorry for the late response, I thought we had a posting order =p
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Post by thegunny on May 23, 2009 12:59:48 GMT -5
Squires quietly growled into his headset
Seeing as Friday screwed this infil over just because he made it a Thor op, theres not much we can do about the original plan of coming in here guns blazing.
Squires took a deep breath and sighed, really wanting to strangle Ron Friday right now. Why the hell would a Brit sign off on this operation considering what they had just interrupted? Squires wasn't naive, he knew d**n well why. D**n politicians, the s**thead they'd just rescued did this, and Ron Friday helped him out... but why should Ron Friday give a crap about that parliamentary official? Sure, expanding T.F.P influence and support by getting on parliamentary officials goodsides was on the table and all the men present knew it was part of it, but then why were they going to do a raid on that old office building? That was the more puzzling part of it. Squires said into his headset
Alright. We're either going to clear this place out, or we're going to lead them off. Mongoose, take your pick, since this is your op. Never liked Friday anyways.
Squires was notorious in the T.F.P exactly for this. That was partly why he was well liked in the T.F.P by anyone but high-command. He could already think of a few ways he would have preferred this be done, but he hadn't been in charge, and this hadn't been a Loki branch operation. The Loki operatives present now were just guys who had been available who happened to be a perfect support team to send in.
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Bane
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Post by Bane on May 24, 2009 5:56:55 GMT -5
He listened to the American as he crept down the corridor, however he maintained his own radio silence. Peaking around the corner in the shadows. As the American made the last comment Bane had identified the man that was standing down the corridor as the one he had spoken to over the radio. Slowly he pulled himself back. Silent just like his training and missions required. He pulled his gas mask out and pulled it over his head, adjusting the straps. Although it was confirmed there was no chance of airborne infection SAS were usually outfitted with this kind of headgear anyways.
Helped him maintain the alias of Mongoose. A face check would reveal too much for true identity. He then slowly stood up and walked out into the open behind the man who he had until now been talking to via radio. He had gained some slight respect for the American with his last statement. Different from some of the US military he had met and fought with. “ Affirmative…”. He said aloud, not to shock him. Although it usually did, his words droned and voice changed slightly by the artifical sound of the gas mask’s filter.
He pressed the side of his head, where his ear and comm piece was. “ Team this is Mongoose, continue to the main objective point”. There was a buzz on the otherside. Morrison replied quick time. “ Mongoose, what is your situation?”. Rather monotony Bane replied. “ Complications, but ones that might work to our advantage in the end….head towards main objective”. There was radio silence again, they didn’t need anymore than that. They just wanted to make sure he wasn’t dead and or dying. He looked forward at the American.
“ Your right...muffling up the noise now won’t do much to stop those who already heard it from moving in and complicating things…”. He kept his AR in his hands at all times, safety off. Although these Americans were friendlies. At the moment he wasn’t too trusting. There was something odd about this. “ My team were to sweep through London, assemble at Cannery Wharf and proceed to the MoD building… I’ve ordered my team to proceed to the main objective on their own, I trust them to do that job…mine however remains here…”. He took a few steps closer to the man Bane assumed was in command of these forces. “ Mission points can be changed, and at the moment I’m more interested in why I wasn’t informed of your teams movements, particularly since an officer in our armed forced signed for your mission…”.
He grunted. “ Something isn’t right about this...”. He thought for a moment about what he was going to do and what he could use this American team for. Sure they could easily use this team as a distraction…but he wasn’t going to do that. His men could get in MoD without being spotted. Besides..UD’s were likely headed to this building anyways.
“ I’m not going to put any of your men into white zones, not that I don’t trust their ability, I just don’t like to see good men go down without need”. He grumbled something then nodded to himself. “ Continue your original operational orders…however I’ll follow along as an…escort”. His eyes narrowed, although it wasn’t visible under the gas mask. It would be clear to them both what he was thinking. If a british official had signed off a warrant for this TFP’s operation.
And the SAS wasn’t informed of it….yes it could have been a clerical error. However it was much more likely that it meant something dirty was going on. Something this General couldn’t have the British military finding out about. There was more to Bane wanting to stick around these Americans than just simple escorting. He would get to see these politicians. And their reaction to seeing an SAS operative. If the snake squirmed. He’d know that something dodgy was going on. Then there was the question of the TFP’s other objective…well. All questions would be answered.
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Post by thegunny on May 25, 2009 14:56:15 GMT -5
Squires watched through his scope as the Vulture flew with the truck away from their current location and escorted the truck towards the airfield. It seemed like that situation was handled. Squires grumbled into his headset, his tone quite blatantly not happy
Something is almost never right about things when Friday is involved. And theres always a reason when a task force team is sent to raid an office, but our intel does not suggest theres a lab or hive at the Belle office building.
Delta 1-4-1, get this op's wheels rolling.
Jackson said gruffly back
Affirmative.
Squires and his Loki sharpshooter team switched focus as the truck with the politicians rumbled away, and focus instead on the T.F.P teams forming up outside of the parliament building. The sharpshooter team had enough firepower themselves to be able to eliminate most issues that team might run into as long as its not a tank or a B-52, so the teams on the ground shouldn't have a problem either. The Sharpshooter team kept their eyes open and scanning for the S.A.S man first, and they would keep their eyes on him as he moved towards the T.F.P team, just to be safe. ------------------------------- 1st Lieutenant had been listening as the mission commander "Gabriel" and the S.A.S operative "Mongoose" talked back and forth about how things were, and silently wished that Strauss had been overseeing the operating instead of Ron Friday. Ron Friday was the kind of Politician you would expect to be in a Hollywood thriller, and that didn't go well with Godric Jackson. Didn't go well with much of the T.F.P at all. Some of them would be happy to kick Ron Friday's a** off of the T.F.P carrier and into the sea with the sharks, were he belonged. Jackson had his Bushmaster ACR 10.5" CQB Carbine chambered for 6.8 SPC in his hands at the ready, looking around for a moment as he thought he heard something, before using the H.U.D on his goggles to check his platoon roster.
He planned on putting 3rd and 2nd squad under his command for the Belle Office raid, and he left 1st and 4th squad for First Sergeant Ramano to do his "Search and Rescue" operations in the area with. "Search and rescue" operations had become a bit of an inside joke in the T.F.P because of the unofficial unwritten verbal guidelines for the typical "search and rescue" operation.
Jackson had been standing near an exit/entrance for the Parliament building, his Com-man standing beside him. The standard communications equipment for the T.F.P was advanced enough that the Com-man position in a platoon was practically ceremonial, and mainly just became the commanders aide/ELINT man/Forward air controller. Jackson had let himself get districted as he started to issue orders through his P.D.A and goggles silently, letting his com-man and the rest of the teams operators cover him. When the S.A.S operative showed himself, Jackson quickly holstered his P.D.A and readied his rifle out of reflex, the roster on his goggles disappearing as he raises his rifle defensively as trained. Jackson spoke up and off-the radio line as to not interrupt Squires
I'm not too keen on going guns blazing into an infected strong point either. Thats not our doctrine, regardless of what Friday things. We aren't packing enough at the moment to do anything like that.
Squires and Jackson sounded a bit alike, but Squires had a more Texan southern Drawl in his voice then Jackson. Jackson sounded more harsh, gruff, and hardy then Squires did, more like Middleton and Ramano then did Squires, and he had the Boston accent to rival Ramano's Italian-ish one. Squires still talked gruffly, but he was less harsh and scowling then any of those three. 1st platoon, 4th company, 1st Battalion was infamous for its mix of N.C.O's and C.O's in the T.F.P, having so oddly gotten such a dense collection of Gruff n rough scowling harda** wardogs who didn't take much s**t at all. Some thought that that might have something to do with why 1st Platoon was so commonly shifted around for deployments as if it was a task force expeditionary unit.
If we're humping it out for a while longer, we might as well mount suppressors now that we've got them. Let the Murphies come here and we'll leave em behind. They ain't told me nothing about that General, we just know he signed off on this. And Squires probably don't know nothing either.
"Murphies" Was T.F.P team speak for Zombies, as in "Charlie Murphy", referring to the old nickname for Viet cong in the vietnam war "Charlie". Jackson lowered his rifle and used the P.D.A to finish issuing their order of battle he had been typing up, and clicked confirmed. All of their H.U.D's were updated with the desired routes, formations, assignments, and modifier status's(Weapons tight and suppressed, ammo sparing, etc.), and the teams got together. 2nd and 3rd squad started to rally on Jacksons position, all of them who could mounting suppressors on their rifles and pistols, and then started to move as ordered--- 3rd squad moved in a wedge formation leading the way for their team from the Parliament building, down the streets, and towards the Belle office building, 2nd squad brought up the rear in a double-line formation, covering both their rears and their front. Jackson, his com-man, their medic, and the assembled teams dedicated electronics man all would stick between these two formations as they moved through the street with the S.A.S operative, all weapons unsuppressed expected to hold fire.
Jackson motioned for the S.A.S operative and said
Stick with me. We'll be in the middle unless you want to take point with 3rd squad.
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Bishop Morse
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People will fall, governments will fall, nations will fall... I will not
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 26, 2009 0:54:53 GMT -5
The truck seemed to be moving faster then it had upon its arrival. Bishop just figured that it was probably because they knew where they were going, or that the current cargo was a tad bit greater priority than it had been previously. The thunderous roar of the chopper blades was loud as it progressed just beside the truck with the spotlight on the road ahead of the vehicle. There were mixed zombies all over the place, but not enough that they would give Bishop any trouble. If more of the things were to show up, they'd probably go towards the parliament building now, and they were leaving that area. But Bishop would be back to provide close air support, hence that what the Vultures duty was.
"This is the Vulture of Sol (Bishops Branch of TFP) to escort team, Mother Bruce and I are leaving the engagement zone. I will return once the "Snakes" have recieved evac... over." Bishop said into his head set. He imagined that this would be a different situation when he returned, given that more of the walking dead would have arrived. But that would be dealt with later, and in a very real sense wasn't his problem. The rumbling engine of the truck was in audible from the cockpit but it was probably pretty loud on the ground. Within several minutes they were far away from the Parliament Building and soon to arrive at the air base.
Vulture and Mother Bruce have left and gone to airport.
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