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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2008 16:19:40 GMT -5
The effecient, 5 floor hospital is home to plenty of doctors and equipment. It has its own security force, and a large amount of supplies. Only a few infected persons have been brought here; the rest are regular accident or sickness victims.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 15, 2009 14:00:53 GMT -5
)(OoC: Aya, Claypoole and Jess have entered from Mishiba Apartments.)
Aya crept over to the access panel, giving Jess and Claypoole one uncanny look before pressing up against it and listening. There was a slight hum, but that was probably just from maintenance machinery, pumps, and the like. There were no other foreign sounds she could distinctly pick out. Aya brushed her hand against the metal, giving it a little tap; it was pretty thick too. She punted it twice with her foot and took several steps back hoping Tyson was on the other side, quickly talking into her headset, "In position..."
It was likely the pursuit hadn't followed them into this area because they were in the lockdown zone, there weren't anymore Cyphers either; regardless, it was handy, there weren't any third party hostiles they'd come across either so it meant that the terrorists hadn't found their way down into the sewer network. If a firefight had ocurred before they'd reached the distinct section there would have been visual proof, boken Cyphers or blood spatter; but there hadn't been any of that thankfully. Win, win.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 16, 2009 16:53:16 GMT -5
Jessika formed up behind Aya quietly while Claypoole covered the rear behind both of them, unzipping her jacket and readying her MP7. She whispered quietly as she waited for Aya to open the door and lead them in
Ready
Claypoole readied his weapon as well, facing the rear, the direction their pursuit would probably have come from if they had been detected.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 18, 2009 17:30:56 GMT -5
Tyson made his way into the garage, surprisingly unguarded on the lower levels. He figured it was because there was no way into the hospital from the lower levels of the parking garage. It was nice, being able to walk in without sneaking around. He wasnt a big fan of that, but it was a must for now.
He got to the access panel and heard the knocking, then the radio call from Aya. "I'm here." He said. He looked at the panel and unlatched it, pulling it open as quietly as he could and waving them out. "It's clear. Light detail up top, nothing down here." He said quietly.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 18, 2009 18:16:22 GMT -5
Aya hopped through the opening, "Good work Ty," she responded to his activity insight of the hospital. Aya shuffled to the side of the panel while waiting for Jess and Claypoole to enter, then helped Tyson replace the panel fixing it firmly back into the frame, "I guess it's safe to say that'll be our exit for the time being as well," she commented while dusting her hands off and stepping back to get a good look of the wall, "Okay,"
The garage was quite large, uncanny for an underground location but several signs already made it clear that the area was purely for visitor parking; emergency landings were probably on ground level. There were a few vehicles here and there; station wagon, van, SUV; although a lot less from a normal day, lockdown forced people away from the hospital. It was probably a good thing though, for Aya's team, as it meant the group of hostages would be smaller in size. The main ramp out of the garage had been plugged up with a couple of cars and just about anything else the terrorists could get their hands on; all that was present, option wise, were the elevator and stairwell. Aya had already made up her mind on that area.
We've got five floors, any of them could be occupied and it's uncertain what level the hostages would be on..." Aya began while slowly moving towards the stairwell, "It could be safe to assume most of everything would be in the third floor, away from ground level and far from a rooftop assault. That said none of us should be on the roof, both identity wise and of the possibility there may be snipers watching. Can't afford any of our heads to be blown off," she back up against the wall beside the stairwell door, reaching over and opening it before stepping back and letting one of the other team members to scope out the view ahead of them.
Once an all clear was signalled each of them filed in through the door, Aya closing it behind them, "We'll work in teams of two, one heading up and one going down. Jess, you're with me; Clay and Ty, you're together. We'll head up, you head down. The 3rd floor is where we can start the process. As soon as anyone believes they've spotted either the hostage group or terrorist cell then radio ahead and we'll regroup and decide a CQB engagement strategy," she explained, "In the mean time remain low profile,"
Aya took point, heading up the stairwell and equipping her MP5k, "Attach suppression if you have it," she ordered and started the ascension.
Her back remained as close to the wall as possible while Aya kept her view vertical, pointing her MP5k in said direction while feeling her way up the steps with her feet. There was a hideous amount of echo coming from their footsteps, if any of them felt the liberty to sneeze then anyone outside of a stairwell door would surely hear them. Same went for breathing, Aya found it was hard to even stop thinkning from causing noise. She counted the levels as they moved up, keeping an ear out for any foreign sounds; once she heard a mechanical sound fire off somewhere in the building, assuming it was the elevator. Half of the building was likely running off of generator power which could only last for so long unless a negotiator from Ethersphear decided it was time to connect them back up to the main grid. Aya hoped they had some time in this darkness though, or the red glow at least; but offices and wards were most likely covered in pitch black, wasn't such a good thing from muzzle flash but if they could reserve the use of their weapons then it the darkness would aid them most of the way.
A large orange '3' on the wall next to the door indicated they had reached the 3rd floor, Aya held up her hand to stop. She opened the door while holding her MP5k one handed noting everything on the otherside while it swung out. Double check. Clear. Aya moved through the doorway into the passage going East and signalled for two to head in the other direction. The hall they were in was fairly bare, a simple T-junction course for employees to follow; whether they were on a surgery floor or not Aya didn't know, but they'd find out soon enough. Her prediction in most of the place being dark was correct, if the terrorists were literally hiding in the rafters then sh*t would become difficult but the assumption remained they would have cooked up their own forms of light making activity easy to spot.
Aya crouched down next to another T-Junction in the passage, leveling her iron sights down one end and signalling Jess to move up and start heading down the other end of the corridor. It looked like the floor was a ward level from numbered rooms either side of the hallway, and if that was the case then it was likely some or all of the hostages were being held here. Nothing grabbed Aya's attention straight up however, and the place remained eerily quiet.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 22, 2009 21:27:58 GMT -5
Tyson closed the gate and locked it tight, turning to see Aya taking a look around the garage before she spoke and handed out orders.
“We've got five floors, any of them could be occupied and it's uncertain what level the hostages would be on… It could be safe to assume most of everything would be in the third floor, away from ground level and far from a rooftop assault. That said none of us should be on the roof, both identity wise and of the possibility there may be snipers watching. Can't afford any of our heads to be blown off." She said. She moved over to the wall and started moving with stealth, and Tyson followed, his Glock 18 coming out. He brass checked the weapon and held it at the ready. When she stopped, he moved ahead and took a peak around. Nothing, like he had seen before. Odd, they didn’t even have a guard making hourly rounds down here. Probably didn’t want to get picked off by black ops guys sneaking their way inside. Kind of like them…
"We'll work in teams of two, one heading up and one going down. Jess, you're with me; Clay and Ty, you're together. We'll head up, you head down. The 3rd floor is where we can start the process. As soon as anyone believes they've spotted either the hostage group or terrorist cell then radio ahead and we'll regroup and decide a CQB engagement strategy. In the mean time remain low profile. Attach suppression if you have it." She said, prompting Tyson to draw the sound suppressor from the back of his belt and screw it onto the end of his barrel. The Specter didn’t have one, but it wasn’t a problem.
He followed her through the door to the third floor, all the way to the stairwell. When she started to lead up with Jessika, he started to go down with Claypoole at his back. As was the case up above with Aya and Jessika, the second floor was dark as well, save for the emergency lights that shone in through the windows of a room deemed important enough to have them. He moved as quietly as he could, trying his best to see. After a while his eyes would adjust to the darkness, but for now he saw nothing in the endless sea of no light.
The floor looked, to him as best as he could see, to be filled with office’s of this kind or that. He didn’t doubt that they would find the pharmacy and clinic check in rooms with small examination rooms at the back. Unless Japanese hospitals greatly differed from American ones.
“Where do you think we should go?” He asked over his shoulder to Claypoole. Should they split up or stay together, go left or right first if they stayed together? He really didn’t know, he just wanted to find the bad guys and kill them. He hated hospitals, always smelled like death and infection to him.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 25, 2009 16:13:32 GMT -5
OOC: Homecoming tonight and tomorrow... I'll post later tonight, hopefully. Or maybe before I leave, depending on this homework. If not tonight then tomorrow night
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Post by thegunny on Sept 26, 2009 0:41:34 GMT -5
Claypoole moved with the team, keeping up his situational awareness constantly as he does, before he lips his HK53A3 back into its place underneath his coat. He then quickly drew his M93R and started to screw his suppressor onto it, before grunting something about how relatively easy things had gone so far. No pursuit, no unexpected calls from HQ, no giant roaches, no army of Mexican illegals with AK's and RPG's, no mutated hunters, no licker's, no cerebrus's, no Crimson heads, no budget cuts... no plot twists, like being left high and dry to finish their mission on their own after their HQ back stabs them. He was having a cynical moment when him and Tyson broke off from the rest of the group and moved on, and when Tyson asked his question.
If you ever wanna be right you should try to be wrong... play Murphy's own game... so lets go left. Besides, I don't want to be called a rightest racist redneck.
Claypoole readied M93R and glances at Tyson, looking to see whether he wanted to take point or not --------------------- Jessika wasn't as concerned as Claypoole was with how easily things had been going. She didn't quite have enough of an idea about the terrorists manpower so she didn't know if she should expect the hospital to be packed with gunmen to the point they couldn't hide or avoid them. More, she found herself wondering Stones felt leading up to his first, real, live, no holds bar combat. A burning nervousness kept at bay by the cold, callous, emotionless euphoria of Military training being ingrained into your skull. Some people wouldn't, but Jessika could imagine Stones as being nervous about going into harms way, or flinching at shooting someone. She knew he was far different on the outside then inside. She pulled our her MP7 (Which already had a suppressor on already) and nodded, readying it, and moving with Aya before they started to head down. She moved up when Aya signaled for her too, readying her MP7 again for anything...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 28, 2009 12:10:58 GMT -5
Aya stopped at the entrance to the public stairwell, putting her back to the wall. She stood to her full potential and glanced at the hospital map on the wall opposite her for small directions on the next floor up, possible rooms where people could be knuckling down. It was clear at that point in time there was certainly now biohazard in the hospital, whether it was just in motion was uncertain, but there's wouldn't be a lot of contact along the main corridors sans possible patrols. Otherwise it was big clusters of people Aya, Jess, Tyson and Claypoole were looking for.
Her hand drifted over to the lever handle of the door, Aya pulled down and out letting Jessika move in; following suit when there were no distinct 'thwacks' of a suppressed firearm. She closed the door behind herself and progressed up the stairwell to the next floor keeping close behind Jess; the same routine was used as they entered the fourth floor, Aya moved through the doorway as Jess opened and checked the ins and outs from every poddible direction and bullet could fly from.
The lights were all out on this floor, Aya had to strain her eyes badly pulling them open tight to take in every article of light that bounced from every surface. Aya moved down the hall in a lower posture, her eyes slowly adjusting; the one thing that sat in her mind at the moment was the potential of a hostile stepping out and blinding her and Jessika was a flashlight. That would probably be the end of that, all either of them would be able to do was fire wildly and even from there they'd be unable to see for minutes to follow.
Aya was curious about the pitch black, stopping at a room and leaning inside to see. The two of them were on a ward level, for sure. She moved into the small room and approached the window. Anything at this stage was possible, whether they had the tech to spot out the smalled possible movement or even thermal gear to pick out human bodies. It's likely Aya would have known by now, so she decided for a look out the window pushing the curtain sideways gently and lifting her left eye just above the sill.
The lights in the street were all out, lights in adjacent buildings had all been killed, the cloudy sky covered the moon, the rain could be heard by couldn't be seen. The only trace of light came from the most subtle reflections on the rain slick road. It was amazing.
Aya signalled no importance, whether Jess could see it or not was beyond her. They continued through the corridor, Aya keeping her MP5k down the left hand side rooms. At last she heard noise, the most near unaudible sound under the heavy rain. Aya placed a hand on Jess' shoulder to keep her attention, tugging slightly to get her going in the direction of what Aya heard. A little bit longer down the hall and eventually and the noise formed words, still murmurs but it was a lead.
The words were foreign, no doubt there, a language that Aya couldn't understand. She moved her mouth close to Jess' ear and whispered, "Any idea what they're saying?" she asked before turning back.
The voice came from a single room off of the ward, closed up too but a little ray of light spilled under the door indicating life. Aya creeped up to it keeping a safe distance from it for now and put her ear against the wall. Now and again footsteps went left and right across the room, pacing, there was a tapping coming from somewhere too. She went flat across the ground and looked underneath the door, two pairs of feet were visible among the dim light... Aya waited... a third pair paced across her view. She quickly sat up and moved away from the door, signalling three people to Jess.
"It doesn't seem enough for the whole cell," Aya was close again, whispering as softly as possible, "We'll move in on the count of three, clear the room symetrically. You cover the left," she said stepping to the other side of the door and crouching low. Aya held her hand out to Jess and began to indicate the countdown.
3... 2... 1...
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Post by thegunny on Sept 29, 2009 21:19:35 GMT -5
Jessika readied her MP7 before she nodded back at Aya. She was ready to move. She started to stand up slowly as she counted down, and then burst through the door as soon as it was opened, gun aimed down until she spotted a target. She snapped her PDW up as the silhouette of someone entered her sights. She immediately squeezed the trigger, and let loose a full auto burst of 4.6 projectiles while strafing left to take the first immediately available cover.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 30, 2009 12:10:51 GMT -5
“So calling you a racist redneck is still ok?” Tyson asked jokingly. He looked around the split in the hallway for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness fully before he started left. He took point, checking every door as he went. Most were locked, but a few were not. He took a look inside them only to find them empty, a mess. It looked like someone had been in here tearing through the files. Either the terrorists looking for something or doctors trying to either take with them or destroy important documents. At least those were the only two explanations that made sense in his mind.
The clanking sound of boots were heard on the hard floor of the hall outside, and Tyson ducked down behind the desk. He looked under the desk, blocked from anyone looking by the front but able to peak under the crack between it and the floor at whoever was out there. He counted two. A patrol maybe, maybe they were coming down here to grab something. Either way, it would probably be a wise decision to take them out. He looked over at Claypoole from the side of the desk, asking him what he thought they should do through signing.
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Post by thegunny on Oct 1, 2009 20:25:08 GMT -5
We're all a little racist in side. Don't we all think Japanese schoolgirls are hotter then Russian farm-girls? D**nit, I know what our next stop is... Dude, we totally need to make a stop before we leave the country....
Claypoole followed Tyson's lead, his trigger off the finger but safety off, knowing he was the two of theirs version of the M249, which was crucial in just about any firefight. At least, that's from a former marines viewpoint, who was trained in fire-team rushes which revolved around the M249 + leapfrog. Claypoole quickly ducked down when the sound of boots echoed out, and took cover with Tyson. When Tyson pretty much asked him what the do, he shot him a look that said "I was a marine dumba**, what the hell do you think my solution is?" The one thing that was a question though was whether they wanted to go unsuppressed or not. He tugged his custom HK53A3 out enough that he could tap on the muzzle break enough to show it wasn't suppressed, and then made an obvious "What are we gonna do about it?" shrug. His M93R was suppressed, so he was still locked and loaded enough that he could do something. This'd be wicked hard though if they expected to stop them to go down without making a sound.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Oct 7, 2009 12:24:21 GMT -5
Aya followed Jessika through into the room, keeping high and maintaining a view above her shoulders. While Jess moved over to the left hand side of the room, Aya took the right. First thing she noticed was the total lack of cover in her area, being forced to move right over to the right hand side wall and crouch down into a ball while resting beside it. Aya took a hostile down in the process, he was near a window and the double tap Aya inflicted upon him caught him in the left eye sending him straight to the ground while the second round penetrated the window and flew out into the night sky. In Aya's periferal vision she noticed the second terrorist was taken down by Jess.
The third was sitting, a landline phone up to his ear. He was taken by complete surprise, mouth gaping open. He dropped the phone and reached for his Beretta laying on the work desk nearby, just as he brought it up to a reasonable sight Aya released another double tap hitting him in the head and neck. The man fell back, limp in the chair, gun dropping to the floor. After several seconds gravity got the better of him and the chair fell back, himself with it, rolling to the ground awkwardly.
Some silence followed, the usual kind Aya found every time a room was cleared descretely. Aya and Jess remained in their places incase anything else happened. Rustling from Aya's gear generated from movement brought things back to a calm level and she moved over to the desk.
The two terrorists who had been standing wore black balaclavas and donned the usual mix of grey, brown, and olive fatigues just to appear casual while moving among the locals of Tokyo. The guy who had been sitting down though was a little different; he didn't wear a balaclava, his short, finely trimmed Middle Eastern beard exposed. For the sake of time saving Aya left it to that assumption, even though his ethnicity could be from anywhere else in the world. His beer gut made him out as a little bit more of a relaxed person, Aya wondered whether they had just capped the leader of the cell, "Maybe the head honcho's right hand man?" Aya queried to Jess out loud, pushing his left arm up with her boot to check for a patch but found nothing.
It was at that stage that a small chirpy sound could be heard from somewhere in the room. Aya perked up, looking around for the source of the disturbance, "You hear that?" she asked Jess while looking at her with a perplexed face. Aya had a look over the three terrorists one more time supposedly whether they had any radio gear, but nothing stood out. It was after that point Aya recalled the fat guy was talking on the phone, heading back over to the desk.
She picked it up. Japanese could be heard coming from the other line, but there was an accent to it.
[Colonel? Colonel? Please respond. I thought I heard gunshots. Please respond, colonel,]
Aya decided to cut to the chase letting her MP5k hang on its sling and putting the phone up to her left ear, [Who is this?] she asked sternly in Japanese while glancing at Jessika in the slightest case she showed protest. Aya looked over at the window, noticing the curtain was catching a slight breeze and billowing; the hole from the bullet rather noticeable. Aya pushed the desk lamp away and down to mask the light but not completely black out the room.
[What? Who is this? What have you done with the Colonel?]
Aya put on her normal tough girl tone in response, but keeping to a stern and collected voice, [I'm asking the questions here, but to answer one of yours the Colonel is dead. Granted you were speaking to him thirty seconds ago,] she walked back over to the entrance of the room, leaning to look out of the doorway before closing it quietly.
[I'm the negotiator for the PMC, this is the only contact we have with the terrorist cell inside the hospital,]
Aya sat on the radiator next to the window, crossing her legs and pulling the curtain open a bit to see outside, [Hmm.] she sounded, keeping the level of interest moderate,
[Very well actually...]
Aya made a warm smile, "Good, then let's keep to it," she watched over an adjacent building, faint flashing lights emenated from the roof top; probably some form of communication, "What's your name?" Aya asked out right, it was likely to be an alias but she'd rather speak formally than how they were at the moment, "And where are you?" she quickly added before he could reply.
"My name is Dean Bridges, I'm currently outside of the lockdown area,"
"Right, right, roof of the news station" Aya replied quickly, still looking at the flashing lights. Aya paused for effect, licking her lips, "Listen... Dean. I need anyone around you to vacate the area and cease communication, otherwise I'll blow the whole hospital to hell," Aya heard voices through the line, commotion, the clearing of ones throat, "Ya there Dean?"
"Yes, yes, I'm here..."
"Hokay," Aya breathed out while speaking, letting the curtain fall back and relaxing, "Now, for the record, I'm not connected with the terrorists. I feel I should just get that cleared out of the way to save on confusion. Nobody is to know that, though. As far as you or your superiors are concerned you're still talking to the terrorist cell," she waited for a sound that he understood, then continued, "I don't want any Ethersphere mercenaries being dropped in either. Anything you hear that happens inside Saint Mary's you need to completely disregard. We clear?"
"Well hang on. I need to know at least something that's going on in there, what's your role? Who are you connected with?"
"You could say we aren't too far from the same pod," Aya replied metaphorically, "Okay, how's about this. You let my team work carte blanche inside Saint Mary's, then call back on this line at 06:00 tomorrow morning and we'll talk about releasing the hostages. I just need you to hold off any strike team that Ethersphere have setup," Aya held her breath. Seconds passed, and then...
"...Okay,"
Which was the invitation to hang up. Aya propped the phone onto its charging dock, a little red light flashing up to show it was recharging. Aya let out her deep breath, "What better time for a coincidence," she commented, looking up at Jess, "Well, that should keep any assaults off our back and leave us to clean up in peace for a little while if not at all," Aya stood up, "Okay, we'd better not get too relaxed," she joked while heading towards the entrance.
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Post by thegunny on Oct 8, 2009 18:29:43 GMT -5
Jessika nods, glancing down for a moment to check her MP7's ammunition, before looking up to respond to Aya
Yeah. Its been really easy so far... Too easy. Got you covered.
Her German accent had disappeared again, showing she was a bit more relaxed, but the look of her showed she wasn't quite asleep yet. Not nearly.
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Post by Mikey on Oct 9, 2009 4:17:25 GMT -5
Tyson took a glace from behind the desk and watched the men as they passed the door. Two of them, something he made known to Claypoole with two fingers. He held up his Glock and put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, telling Claypoole that they should keep it quiet. Unless they wanted to draw attention. Wouldn’t be a bad idea, keep the heat off the girls up top. f**k, he didn’t know what to do anymore. But, they had to take these guys out. If not to keep the area secure and let them check it out some more without having these a**holes climbing all over them, at least because of the fact that they were ripe pricks and they certainly deserved it.
He made a motion to the door and moved around the desk as quietly as he could. He check out the hall and saw the men still ahead of the room, walking very slowly down the hall. The best hope they had was to take them out before they got a shot off. If they couldn’t hear anyone else moving around, odds were that anyone on this floor wouldn’t hear their weapons. Suppressors were not silencers, but they sure dumb the sound down enough in situations like this.
He motioned to Claypoole that the kills had to be fast. The three round burst from his Beretta would probably do the trick, same with a quick burst on full auto from his Glock. A confirmation shot up close afterward. One thing he had learned, in a stealth situation you always wanted to confirm your kills. Especially when dead people had a chance of getting up again.
He switched his weapon to fully automatic and leaned out of the doorway. He still had about half cover, although he wasn’t planning on needed to duck and cover from bullets. He stayed low to give Claypoole a shot aver his head, lined up his shot on the left guy and made a motion to his left to signify that he was indeed aiming at the hostile on the left. After a few seconds, he fired a burst that started at the mans lower back and climbed to his neck. About five shots.
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