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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2008 16:26:22 GMT -5
This is one of the many apartment complexes in Tokyo. It has eight floors each with nice-sized apartment and is overall nicely kept. There is a two-story garage outside of the building as well. Many people live here.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 24, 2009 8:13:12 GMT -5
<PMC-D agents have entered Tokyo via southern bridge>
Operation: Rainstorm Time: 16:01, Afternoon Weather: Heavy Rain Insert Method: Undercover Briefing --- "Flight paths into central Tokyo have been reserved for important or emergency landings, Sincill have requested redirected attention for a full black op. You'll approach Tokyo cross country from Hiroshima along the established civilian route. You won't be given any equipment or carry any items that may link you back to PMC-D or that might compromise your cover. You'll each be issued $1000 in Japanese currancy for the trip to Tokyo. After entering Tokyo, you'll be meeting up with a contact inside who will be giving you your equipment and the structure of the Saint Mary's Hospital, small firearms only. No more information is given, from there you'll have to plan as to how you'll engage the terrorist threat." --- Time Untill Curfew: 03:59 Even after the bridge checkpoint the traffic moving around Tokyo was hideous; as you moved further and further into the Central Business District there were more checkpoints asking for more authorization. They could only go so far before having to leave their vehicles. It was a small parking lot, but was already packed full of cars and people moving about; finding a spot took some time. The final checkpoint harbored some serious tech, people stepped in front of scanners, passed through metal detectors and finally through an infection screening; both people moving in and out. The ignorance of the T-Virus meant that no one could fully comprehend it, and thus all we could do at the moment was screen every human being. The CBD streets were absolutely clean, stricken by rain, no cars drove along any roads. Aya opened an umbrella above her head after stepping off of the final checkpoint entering a sea of other umbrellas, everyone around her was hunkered doing their best to keep from being wet. Every 50 metres or so stood a soldier, their fatigues different from anything else she'd seen so far; Aya noticed a patch on their left shoulder, it was another PMC which had been hired to lock down the Central Business District. Every now and then down the centre of the street a humvee would cruise down, gun manned and present with soldiers. 'This is so depressing,' Aya thought to herself, in fact for the past twelve hours it's all she'd been doing, it's all any of the Dragonfly agents could do; they couldn't speak to one another due to their distance. Aya looked over her shoulder back down to the checkpoint watching Tyson exit the screening and follow her path down the street. She glanced to her right after hearing slight commotion noticing two soldiers in a rather heated debate with a civilian, it continued even after Aya was out of ear shot. Further down the street was an assigned cross walk, it kept people from racing across any part of the street. Aya waited as another humvee drove past, keeping her umbrella low to her face, before continuing. Another block down was the apartment complex, where they'd be meeting up with their contact. the inside was fairly quiet, Aya shook the water off her umbrella before entering. She motioned towards the elevator, hitting the sixth floor button.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 25, 2009 0:00:28 GMT -5
"All right, all right, I'm going. Jeez..." Tyson muttered, moving along as he had been stopped to look around at all the people, people being moved from their homes because the world hadnt been prepared for this to happen again. How much common sense did it take to prepare for the end of the world when it had already come around once? F**king politics, thats what he blamed it on. It made him sick, knowing this stuff was happening. Knowing a group of people had caused it. And it made him feel a little bit better that they were going to f**k someone up pretty goddamn good for it.
He had a good height advantage on the crowd, seeing Aya some ways away from him. A blond in a crowd of black hair, for the most part. Wasnt hard to keep track of her. He kept a safe distance away, but followed her toward the hotel. He didnt have a damn thing on him. Not a change of clothes, not a gun, not a knife, nothing. He had a grand in his pocket, about 95,000 yen, give or take, a book, and a hooded pancho for the rain. He'd had to have someone who spoke both Japanese and English explain what bills were what denomination. He was pretty screwed if he had to talk to someone. He supposed to book he had bought, an English to Japanese dictionary, reinforced his cover as some dumbass tourist caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it still helped... So far, he could count to ten and introduce himself.
Rain beat down on his head and shoulders, sliding off the plastic and onto the ground. His water proof boots held up, but his jungle patterned cargo pants were soaked. They'd dry out quick enough, but it was going to be annoying. But he would be getting out of the rain soon, that was always nice.
He made his way to the main lobby of the apartments, stepping in as he saw Aya standing there. He made no sign or move that would tell someone he knew her, simply stepped inside as any stranger would. He put his back to the wall and leaned against it, waiting for the doors to close.
"You look well." He said lowly. Seemed like a lifetime ago that he had seen her, fought with her in Raccoon City. Six months, maybe? His time perception sucked.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 25, 2009 9:23:46 GMT -5
Time Untill Curfew: 03:42 An LCD screen sat on one of the walls in the elevator, Aya stood pretending to pay attention to it reading the Japanese as it scrolled up the screen; something to do with new products or food or entertainment in Tokyo with the constant reminder of when curfew begins. Tyson joined her in the elevator, but paid no attention. The doors eventually closed cutting off any sound from the first floor lobby. "You look well."Tyson took the opportunity to speak for the first time in days, Aya felt several leagues of comfort engulf her to hear a familiar voice, "Things could be better, but it feels good to be back" she replied. Another two floors passed. Aya sighed, "I hope Jess and Clay aren't too far behind; did you see them on your way in?" Aya asked. Keeping distance between everyone meant that if something happened to the person behind you, you wouldn't know unless the person behind them were keeping tabs. If agents weren't in before curfew, the worst was feared and the operation would continue as planned. The elevator stopped a floor early, opening to a group of Japanese men all important looking in their own way with stern, agressive looks on their features. Aya leaned out and spoke in Japanese, "Going up?" she asked, one of the men shook their head and she assumed that it counted for all of them. She stepped back and pushed the doors closed button, the elevator continuing its ascent. A ping was heard above their heads as the doors opened, more Japanese folk got onto the elevator as Aya and Tyson got offp; different from the last crowed, a hell of a lot more loud. The hall was clear except for a single maid who was finishing up her business and heading for the cleaning closet at the other end of the corridor. Aya waited for her to disappear before knocking on room 6-2 in a perculiar way, a pattern to let the person on the inside know who they were. When the door opened a tan looking man greeted them, Aya beamed and replied with her own gesture of greetings in Japanese before entering the apartment.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 25, 2009 19:20:01 GMT -5
"No, ain't seen 'em since I got here." Tyson said while he had the chance, the elevator stopping at the next floor for a bunch of business men. Odd, how they were still working, still busy, in the middle of all of this. Apparantly, they really were important people. Or they wanted to look it. Or they didnt have anywhere else to go and were doing the only thing they knew. He himself had had a bout of that from time to time.
The elevator stopped once more, and he was glad they were getting out. He wouldnt have wanted to have to spend at least one floor in there with them. Looked like a party on wheels, so to speak. Bunch of people in wierd ass clothes running from one party central to the next. Yuck. The metal doors closed behind them, and the sound of the loud crowd was cut off, leaving only the silence of the near empty lobby. He had thought about going the other way as Aya when he saw the maid, but when she started to walk down the hall and away from them, he turned on his heel and went after Aya again.
The secret knock on the door, one that sounded a lot like the one at his old clubhouse in Brooklyn in his days of running with his gang, and the door opened to a guy standing in the walkway. Aya greeted him in some way, and as he walked in he simply nodded once to the men. It was as good a greeting as a handshake, where he came from. He took the opportunity to take off his pancho and hang it on a hook in the hall, following Aya in and taking a seat in one of the chairs. He looked around the apartment, admiring the decoration and the architecture before the talking started up.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 25, 2009 20:33:21 GMT -5
Claypoole, Richard Stones, and Eric Squires had all served together. So When Jessika Stones, mother of Richard Stones' son, from Task Force Pantheon where Eric Squires which Claypoole had just finished working a contract for as a PMCD agent, Claypoole could tell a feeling of obligation had already knotted up in his gut when he found out she was being assigned to their unit. D**n. He'd say this is why he wasn't so hot on the idea of women serving on the frontlines, but he knew the two were totally unconnected. Still, Jessika insisted she'd be fine on her own for the flight. She'd traveled plenty enough alone on her own, but when Claypoole questioned her ability to do it in a situation where shes supposed to be posing as something shes not, she insisted she could. Claypoole, Squires, and Stones didn't know that Jessika in her youth had involved in robbery and pickpocketry, although Stones and most of Jessika's employers knew she had engaged in illegal hacking and computer activities at the time. Claypoole still had special forces training to rely on for this, even though he seemed to move a bit soldierly to the knowing eye.
However, to offset Claypooles American, subtly suspicious militaristic demenear, Claypoole came in barely on time for the flight (Which undermined this appearance a bit) and stepped in line behind Jessika, who rolled with her typical self and struck up a seemingly random conversation with him, and the two kept chatting for a while before they boarded the plane and the two had to sit in different seats. Claypoole was at the back of the plane while Jessika was in first class. Jessika's very, very unsoldierly (despite training by both PMCD and TFP), and almost innocent demeaner, combined with her sociable and normally unreserved behavior would quickly bury suspicion if anyone was on the lookout. Once they deboarded Jessika happened to stop and try to call her father, although she actually called a random phone number she knew wouldn't answer, and just redialed it again and again until Claypoole showed up just in time to say hi as she was putting her phone and headphones up. The two struck up a conversation again as they departed together, Jessika's demenear quickly working to dispel Claypooles and make him seem much, much more like your average American tourist. Jessika pretended that a friend she met at college lived near here and she was living there, and invited him along to visit. Claypoole had a bit of a rehearsed moment to try and say no, as if to follow a safe travelers rule, before letting Jessika act like she had talked him into coming along, even though he insisted sternly and quite unrehersedly that he pays the cab fee. The Cabbie knew English well enough.
The cab drive took longer then expected. Great. Fun. Claypoole carried some random luggage he had stuffed some random clothes that were at the very least close to fitting him into along with his carry on bag to go with his random tourist aliase, and Jessika only had a carry on that had all her computer stuff with her to go with her visiting a friend cover. Jessika had been able to stuff some pants and a better shirt then she had into the large-ish carry on bag though, so she could switch out of the very unimposing button-up blouse and skirt she had. Claypoole was far more functional though. He had on jeans, big baggy but very efficient raincoat that could probably conceal a submachine gun or CQB carbine underneath it, and a nice-ish but unrestrictive and fine breathing shirt underneath it. Although he wished he could wear boots he had to go with tennis shoes to avoid suspicion. He had let his buzzcut grow out to be a bit shaggy, but he wore bandannas and dewrags normally anyways, so it would be more help then it would be a pain. When the two got up towards the correct room, Jessika knocked the door the special way and let her voice ring out in a giggle-gush tone as she made the point of telling Claypoole to stop, and tugged at his hand to pull him towards the correct room as if he'd been about to miss it, her German accent ringing true even though she spoke fluent English
I hope you don't mind I brought some company! Sorry for the short notice!
Jessika checked her watch to check the time, and cursed under her breath when she realized how close to the curfew they were. Lovely. They were really going all out to not look professional. Claypoole resisted the urge to sigh a breath of relief now that he was here and could finally ditch this darn luggage prop and get down to work, and could stop acting like he was looking to hit on his old Iraq buddies wife. He'd been trying hard to get here without letting it show how awkward it felt for him to do that even though Jessika wasn't supposed to be married or know Richard Stones on the surface, and to make it seem like he'd never met Jessika before, this conversation and trip to the apartments was all unplanned, and like he was actually interested. He imagined it was probably easier for her... This was more her kind of coverup then his for sure, and she certainly had lower standards then him when it came to passing off her cover.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 26, 2009 7:19:51 GMT -5
The door to the apartment opened by the same man from before and he greated the the two as they entered, eyes squinting and mouth gleeming in reponse as he replied, "No! No! Not at all!" Aya herself was smiling as Jess and Claypoole entered just incase any passers by felt obligated to look into the apartment, swiping it off as soon as the door closed. Everyone changed. Aya grimaced, glad that everyone turned up; her head was resting in her arms by the chin from the comfy chair she sat on, she looked up to the man in the room that no one would know, or get the opportunity to know while they were in the country. He nodded to Aya in response and took a more noticeable spot to stand where all the agents could see him, "We'll forget formalities, as far as you're all concerned you don't know me," he started at a rather grim tone and spoke in quite a Middle Eastern accent, "The next stage of your operation begins in 03:00 hours, you'll be leaving half an hour before curfew is in place," the man began, "Plenty of rain for cover as well, eh," he added, scowling at the weather outside before disappearing down the hall of the apartment. The man returned bearing several large reinforced boxes, "This is probably the part you lot've been looking forwards to, I'm glad to announce you won't be entering Saint Mary's without hardware," he lined the cases up and flicked them open, callsign tags were on each to indicate who's weapons were who, "Unfortunately it's nothing to brag about, but the most I could get my hands on were small firearms; it's not easy picking up stuff like this in Japan now," he put some grief into the end of his sentence to gain sympathy at least, "You each have a primary and backup though, enough rounds for a standard op and modifications as well. They were selected from training results, and... maybe preference on the side," he disappeared back down the hall. Aya went to work at her equipment, first running over her waist bandolier and throwing it to the side before moving onto her primary weapon. She gave the MP5k a rundown before attaching the foregrip and reflex sight, hitching the sling on and placing it beside her seat. Same with the Browning, placing it in its respective holster and setting it asside. Inside each case was also a Bluetooth headset for each agent, Aya tested to Tyson, Jess, and Claypoole each before taking it back off her head and setting it down on the table. The man returned once more with an armfull of material; it was clear that it was body armor afterwards, "Pinnacle Armor Dragon Skin ballistics vest, sizes for all of you. You'll be wearing this under your civilian fatigues," he explained, then handed each agent their own PDA for the assignment, "And this, is your hub of information. Everything compiled. I can't say it's much but it's better than blind. You'll find prints of the hospital in there, along with the conditions which have been used to put the area under lock down. The committee stationed in Tokyo has their lip tight on this one, there isn't even any sound coming from the hospital and all of the area below ground has been swept and barricaded off,"The man sighed with a groan, "You'll be operating under curfew, now I can't even begin to explain how hard it is to move around at that time of night but I will let you know that the PMC stationed here is on terms of capture upon detection. If they see you with weapons though it could be quite a different story, so if you're spotted... high tail it and ditch your equipment," he stood up from where he was sitting, "A group of specialists like you though, surely you don't have anything to worry about," the man picked up a coat off of the rack near the kitchen, "You can get out of the apartment complex via the restaraunts kitchen; ground floor; employees clear out early for a two man inspection. You'll be clear for open Tokyo after exiting via the loading dock, then it's up to you as to how you'll be getting into the hospital,""There's still some time before curfew, it might be wise to get in a couple hours of rest before then. Theres food stored in the kitchen, good luck," the man exited the apartment, none of them would be seeing him again. Time Untill Curfew: 03:30 (OoC: Feel free to choose whatever firearms you'll be carrying in.)
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Post by thegunny on Aug 26, 2009 17:55:11 GMT -5
Claypoole was expecting a fight, and had been reluctant to not choose a 10.5" CQB Carbine with some shoulder bags filled with ammunition, but he had finally agreed to go with the scenario forced upon him. Instead he had just asked for an M93R and his customized HK53A3 with a front grip, holographic reticle, tac-light, single point gun-sling, a solid stock, and chambered to fire hanloaded 10mm auto ammunition out of modified drum magazines. At least he got that much. He put on his T-shirt over his Dragonskin body armor, custom tailored concealable chest rig over that (Similar to the link at the bottom but for drum magazines, and with a spot for his PDA instead of the radio, and with a place for suppressors beside it), and a leather jacket over it. He kept his faded blue jeans on but slipped on a leather-reinforced gun-belt with several spots for pouches, which would accommodate magazines and a camera. He had a K-bar and his M93R holstered to the belt. He slipped on small unobtrusive neoprene elbow and knee pads that he could conceal very easily. He put on some timberlands work boots, trying to aim for a blue collar former servicemen survivor tourist look. He carried his HK53A3 up high and under his jacket, so that the only thing he needed to do to get at it or his M93R was to unzip it. Also, he had a backpack filled with more ammunition, C4 and white phosphorous ordnance since he couldn't improvise that stuff, at the same time the backpack reinforced his touristy look. This was always Claypooles deal. He was always heavy weapons or fire support for his team, and normally he was one of the most heavily armed and armored ones of them. Tyson's poncho would at least stand out and make it seem like not all of these 4 were prepared and more traveler-y. Jessika was quite a bit less then that... She had a large (for her) leather jacket on over a hoody, with a nice looking new pair of blue jeans on instead of her skirt, and carried an MP7 similarly to how Claypoole did inside her jacket for the same reason he carried his HK53A3 like he did. She holstered a B&T MP9 where he had holstered his M93R, and had a WASP injection knife in her jacket pocket. She carried magazines and ammo in her jacket, jeans, and purse, and carried the electronics stuff in her small backpack with strings for shoulder straps. She carried two silencers with her. Claypoole says quietly Ready to roll.----------------------- www.texaspolicesupply.com/resizec.php?image=/images/uploads/49002.jpg&width=300
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Post by Mikey on Aug 27, 2009 6:24:10 GMT -5
"Why do I get the feeling that I’m getting the short end of the stick here?” Tyson said aloud, having put his body armor on under his shirt and was taking a look at his weapons. He couldn’t have either of his normal weapons, even the sidearm being to bulky to conceal. But for the middle of the battlefield, it was perfect to whip out and fire off a storm of s*** on the bad guys. He supposed it wasn’t all bad. The Glock 18 that was serving as his sidearm came with some 33 round magazines, along with one standard 17 round flush fit one for when he was carrying it and a sound suppressor. Wouldn’t do to have a long ass magazine sticking out from your jacket.
He picked up his primary, an oldie but a goodie. The Specter M4 submachine gun. Much smaller a caliber than he liked for a primary, at 9mm Parabellum, but it had its perks. Such as, with no stock, the weapon was only 14 inches long. A magazine just over 7 inches long, four of which stuck out of the weapon, held 50 rounds. It was a monster at close range, and he foresaw a lot of that. He slung the weapon over his back and tightened the strap, letting it sit flush on his back. It weighed almost nothing, and wouldn’t be noticed unless he was stripped of his poncho. He grabbed a rig from the bag, filled with his magazines for the M4, and strapped it over his chest. Ten magazines total, all quite light and very easy to get to. About the same amount of ammo he was used to carrying, five or more 100 round drums with his normal assault rifle. He clipped the holster for the Glock 18 to his belt at his immediate right and the mount for those magazines and suppressor to the front right. He took the earpiece and put it in his ear, knowing his hood would cover it. He stayed in his chair, ready to go in less than five minutes. With three hours to go until the curfew went into effect. f**k…
“Anyone hungry?” He said. The last thing he had had to eat was half of some sort of imitation dinner that made an MRE look pleasant on the plane. He hadn’t been able to finish the rest, feeling something start to come up when he got as far as he did. He wandered to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets and fridge. He grabbed a few cans of something or other, and then a few bags of what he assumed were chips. Same colored bag as the ones at home. He couldn’t read any of this stuff. He could be getting ready to chow down on octopus tentacles and probably wouldn’t have known. He took a seat in the main room again and started to eat whatever was in the bag, finding it wasn’t that bad. A bit dry, but not bad.
“Hey, what is this anyway?” He asked Aya, holding up the bag for her to read.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 27, 2009 7:21:51 GMT -5
Aya pulled her coat off and threw it on the couch beside her, she entered the kitchen after Tyson, heading straight for the fridge. She immediately picked out what she wanted, a pack of sushi, snatching it up along with a bottle of water to wash it down. She threw the packet in the microwave for a couple of minutes, prefering it heated up; something hot was definitely what she wanted, it always helped power up her brain activity a little and keep her awake. She re-entered the lounge room with Tyson who'd picked something himself, something savory from the looks of things. Aya sat down and started on her meal, slowly, there was no rush. A crackle of aluminium packaging was heard as Tyson held up one of the packets of food he had grabbed... “Hey, what is this anyway?”Aya leaned in and squinted slightly to read the fine print while savoring her sushi at the same time, "Dried Sea Cucumber Ovaries. Used to be a delicasy 'till people realize how easy it is to aquire. It's supposed to calm the nerves'er something, can't remember entirely," another quick squint, "Then your standard flavour and colour additives," She sat back and finished her meal, brushing her hands before placing the plastic pack in the trash. Too much time to burn. Aya walked over to the loungeroom window and pushed the curtain opened a fraction from one side, looking out at the street below while sipping from the water bottle. People were buzzing, but as time passed they slowly and surely eased off to their own abodes; there were constant times where some of the PMC had to push people along, stragglers who were clearly annoyed by the conditions Tokyo was in. Others trying to get into the CBD without a virus screening were pulled away, disappearing into a van or checkpoint housing from what Aya could see. She let the curtain fall back and rested herself against the wall, closing her eyes slowly while still holding the bottle of water in front of her. Aya drifted into a catnap, wouldn't last too long, but it would conserve energy and let her body get to work on the meal she'd consumed. Full energy and ready for the operation at hand. Time Untill Curfew: 01:26
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Post by Mikey on Aug 27, 2009 7:42:19 GMT -5
Tyson couldn’t help but look at Aya with a look of surprise on his face. First off, did cucumbers even have ovaries? And if so, why the hell were they in a bag? This place was weird… But, he had to admit. Where a normal person may have gagged or stopped eating, he kept going with his meal. They weren’t actually that bad.
“Hey, you gotta try these.” He said, holding the bag out for Claypoole. He reached back into the bag to grab a handful before he set the bag on the table near him and slid them over to his friend. He laid out the dried fish parts on his knee before he reached over with his free hand and popped open one of the cans, expecting something extremely weird when he got a pleasant surprise. It was cola. Plain, simple cola. Instantly, he got it in his head to mess with someone. He leaned foreword and set one of the unopened cans on the ground, rolling it foreword to Claypoole.
“It’s juice. Apple, tastes like.” He said with a straight face. If he could pull this one off, he’d die a happy man if it came to it out there.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 27, 2009 18:14:58 GMT -5
Claypoole steps into the kitchen right after Aya finished explaining what the food was, and shrugs, taking a bag as he picks up a package of instant beef Ramen and starts to make it. He takes the can and growls
Bulls**t its apple juice, dumba**. Don't even try that s**t on me, I'm not stupid, unlike some of us on this team.
Claypoole sits down stiffly, and although he wasn't quite comfortable he wasn't uncomfortable because he had already gotten used to walking around so heavily armed and more armored, more ladenned down, and often far, far more uncomfortable. He let the instant Ramen sit before he quietly reached into the bag, taking some out and taking a bite, before his eyes light up and he takes several quick bites while he waited on his ramen, muttering with his mouth still full
Almost makes up for not having a drink for the last week... What is this s**t?
The only thing he considered a true drink was whiskey. He loved his Whiskey, but unfortunately, it'd been a week since he last had even a sip of some, mainly because he'd been too busy lately. Even then, it had been nothing but a sip.
Jessika ignored the two, having already eaten on the airplane and in the airport. The food hadn't been so bad for her, though she had flown in first class. Instead, she snoozed in a corner of the room. She realized how long they had until they'd get to work so she unzipped her leather jacket and took it off, setting her MP-7 aside (Although she kept her MP9 holstered and ready), and grabbing a blanket as she snoozed and took a power nap. It seemed like everyone else was awake for now, and no one had told her they'd be taking shifts... they all just walked off and relaxed. So she imagined she could do the same safely and without threat of blame
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 28, 2009 11:28:48 GMT -5
Theme: LinkTime Until Curfew: 00:31 The seconds hand clicked around the clock in the loungeroom, drawing closer and closer to its revolution required. The final second was like a boom, wrenching Aya's eyes open. She looked up at the wall clock and pursed her lips for brief moment before pushing herself off the wall, "Okay," she began, "Let's do this..."Aya walked around to where she had been sitting on the couch and equipped her loadout; bandolier around the waist, sidearm in holster, and primary slung over right shoulder. Topped off with a leather jacket to cover it all up, "Remember. If you're caught then ditch your weapons. You're better off turning up at the hospital with no hardware than not at all," it was imperative that they made it to the hospital, but it wasn't like they could procure anything combat wise at Saint Mary's Aya moved off to the front door and opened it, just a fraction, first listening out for anyone and then quickly poking her head out to see whether there was anyone down either ends of the corridor. It was clear. Aya stepped out and headed down the hallway, away from the elevator and towards the door which the maid had disappeared through when Aya had first arrived. As she had assumed it was an employee passage way and stair well, Aya followed the direction prompts as to where the service elevator was at. Like the contact had said, the entire floor was devoid of life. It reminded Aya of an earlier operation with a viral outbreak, you saw nothing and you heard nothing; it was perpetually creepy. She hit the button for the elevator, it was sitting in the basement; likely an employee leaving for their car; but eventually it reached their floor. Aya stepped in, waiting for the other agents, before hitting the button for 'Kitchen'. Among that was, 'Lobby', 'Laundry', 'Maintenance', and 'Parking'; unlike the numbers which were on the residence elevators. The elevator started moving downwards, "We'll split up once we're in the kitchen. Tyson, you're with me. Claypoole, you're with Jess. Dispatch the guards in a non-lethal manner only in the worst scenario. After months of doing the same routine check I doubt they'd be on edge, but they'll certainly be well armed. Keep in mind they may call in backup from their buddies on any other level if they get suspicious. Just get to the loading dock and make your way to Saint Mary's," on the last word the elevator covered its last floor, Aya had budged to the side out of direct site, stepping out quickly when the doors slid open and finding a spot to keep low while moving. The restaraunt was top class; lights were on in the hall meaning that there were probably still people in there, but the lighting in the kitchen was dim to off, plus there was plenty of space to maneuver. Across to the other far side of the kitchen a light washed across the floors, the silhouette of a person being recognised from the hand holing the torch; another light could be seen through a cool room door, waving about. Aya checked to make sure Tyson was with her, nodding, and slowly making an itinerary through the kitchen.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 28, 2009 13:35:33 GMT -5
Finally. Tyson never had a problem with an assighnment. Going into enemy terriroty when you were out numbered and out gunned? To get a prisoner or object under even heavier guard? Why not. Go up in a plane and risk being shot down while you went on your merry little way? Not as fun, but ok. But sitting in a room and watching s*** go downhill on a slow but sure scale waiting to go out and do what it was you were here to do? That just sucked. Toward the end he was regreting not just going to the hospital and checking in for something, being armed with needles full of knock out juice and anything heavy enough to cave someone's skull in. Go and do it the old fashioned way.
The elevator reached the kitchen level, and he listened to Aya lay out the plan. Brought back memories, taking orders from her. Time would tell if the memories were good or not, given the kind of s*** that had taken place in Raccoon City. All for a goddamn tape at a radio station.
He followed her into the kitchen, and instead of staying low like her, he stayed back. Behind objects tall enough to hide him. When you were almost seven feet tall, you dont duck because it dont do jack. He would hide behind an appliance or freezer and peek out, seeing how she was doing. When she moved passed an object that he could hide behind, he quickly darted over to it and followed her with his line of vision until she got to something else.
He noticed the lights coming from the other side of the room, and silently wondered if he was going to need to put someone to sleep. Guards who had been patrolling this place for months werent going to be very suspicious of it, but they would be suspicious of anything out of the ordinary. Something as small as a pan or a untensil out of place would get them to thinking. He took care not to disturb anything, noise being a factor as well. Not sure how they were going to just slip by these guys anyway...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 31, 2009 9:46:06 GMT -5
Aya stiffened up as one of the flashlights wafted over her direction, she got as low as possible making sure there wasn't a hair on her head too high that would be picked up. She started to crawl, hidden behind the metal cabinets that littered the centre area of the kitchen; preperation tables and the like. Aya plotted the course, finding the guards didn't have a specific path that they kept to and even went back over areas they had been; she found herself backpeddaling constantly as light would spill down an aisle of cookers and prep tables. The guard that was in the coolroom had finished the sweep and re-entered the kitchen. Aya, slightly reluctant on the idea she had gathered, scrambled to the coolroom as the guard walked down one of the cooker aisles. She put a foot in the doorway to stop the coolroom door from closing, peering in. Her guess was correct; at the other end of the coolroom was another door, larger than the one she was blocking; it was no doubt connected to the loading dock so as to speed up productivity. Aya signalled to Tyson they'd be going in, and to rile Claypoole and Jess' attention to it as well. A quick forethought at the coolroom door, Aya looked around herself to find something to pitch it open. She snatched up a chopstick and fumbled through the doorway, placing the chopstick down so the door wouldn't close; this way, none of the other agents would have to worry about the sound generated from pulling the door open and the sudden gasp of presurization being released. Without waiting Aya ran to the other door, the cold, ice covered floor muffling her steps a little. She crouched at the second entrance, smacking her hand against some ice which had gathered near the cornice and picking up a shard. She opened the sliding door a fraction and held the ice out, looking upon its reflection. The loading dock was clear and the light was dim, a large garage door had been left open for the security guards cars to drive in. Their exit. Aya let go of the shard of ice and pulled the door open gently, glancing behind herself briefly. Once through to the other side, Aya gave the dock another quick scan making sure her previous suspicion wasn't incorrect before sprinting for the garage door. It lead out into a steamy and humid back alley laden with dust bins and trash cans, an odd bicycle out of place and a stray cat bolting off in the opposite direction. Aya crossed the alley, checking both ends before taking to a shadow and waiting for the rest of her team to exit the building. Time Until Curfew: 00:17
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