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Post by Mikey on Aug 31, 2009 11:38:59 GMT -5
Tyson caught Ayas signal and gave off his own, waving at Jessika and Claypoole to get their attention and then waving toward the freezer. He didnt move quite yet, the beans of light coming a bit too close for comfort. Once or twice he was afraid he may have been seen, footsteps getting louder just as he ducked back at what he thought to be a second too late, but it turned out to be a coincidence.
He peeked out when he didnt see the glare of the flashlights in front of him, seeing it was clear enough for him to move. He moved to the next cover, too short for him to stand against. Instead, he crouched down as low as he could, only to make less sound when he got down on his hands and knees. Using his knuckles to keep from making noise, he crawled over to the entrance of the freezer, keeping his eye on the guards the whole time.
The short distance gave almost no chance for the guards too look over, and if they did, they didnt see a big bald man making his way into the freezer. As soon as he got on the icy floor, he stood up and moved to the door Aya had just been standing at. He peeked outside, and again saw the loading bay was empty, the guards still looking around the kitchen. He stepped out of the fridge and moved as quietly as he could, sacrificing speed for silence as he stopped behind anything he could hide behind every so often to check behind him and make sure it was clear.
He got outside, and he broke out into a full run, the heavy rain fall masking most of his noise. He darted for the closest shadow, not surprised to find Aya there. Made sense that she would choose this are to hide, good vantage point to look for the others coming this way without risk of being spotted by someone. He stayed behind her, using his height to look over her and see if Claypoole and Jess were making it out ok.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 31, 2009 13:27:11 GMT -5
"Good work," Aya commended once Tyson had caught up with her, for such a burly guy it was surprising to find how well he performed in stealth situations; it proved you didn't have to be small to go unnoticed, "Let's keep going, might be more convenient to move in two's either way," she continued "We can't risk too much time out of curfew," and with that she began moving down the back alley a moderate speed. Aya maintained the speed even once they'd hit the main street; a pedestrian caught in the rain while trying to get home before curfew, sure, that looked convincing; she even decided to run, exploiting the factor she'd located, and held an arm over her head while holding her jacket closed with the other. The place was becoming devoid of human life fast, other people were running to get home. Aya looked down at her watch a brief second to check the time; the window was closing, soon they'd have to stick to side roads. Once she looked back up, there wasn't a soul in sight; feeling a little alone, Aya checked behind herself just to make sure that Tyson was still with her. They weren't too far off their mark, Aya rounded the block just to run into a PMC barricade. A man from across the road shouted at them in Japanese, he was demanding that they'd stop. Aya slowed, let Tyson catch up, and turned to the commander. The guy addressed Tyson, [Curfew! You will go to your homes immediately!]It was a barking order, Aya held offense that he had gone straight to Tyson without a single concern in her direction. She turned to the soldier, putting a hand over her eyes to shield the pounding rain, speaking in Japanese, [Excuse us. We didn't realise this area was blocked. Me and my friend here are just trying to get home as quickly as possible] the soldier looked disgusted to hear even the smallest phonetics come from Aya's mouth, but she simply looked back with a stupid citizen's face. "That's serm fine Jap'nees there fr'm a foreign'r." a heavy Texan accent shot through the rain. Aya looked over to the second PMC soldier who had approached Tyson and herself. Aya crunched numbers, her own way of trying to work out the best case scenario from her own actions. In the end she went with the simplest choice, [You will need to let your friend know that I don't understand what he is saying, please] she asked. Her name was of Japanese origin, she'd be able to keep the ruse up if she stuck to speaking the country's language even if she didn't look the type. The first soldier took a couple of steps back, he looked as if he was about to talk to his buddy. Either way Aya took advantage, grabbing Tysons hand and pulling him across the street to the next block. The soldiers didn't stop them so Aya figured everything was clean for the moment. Once they'd rounded the corner she looked down at her watch. Time Until Curfew: 00:05 [F*ck!] Aya cursed, [Hurry up] she then continued, not realizing that she was still sticking to Japanese when talking to Tyson. She'd started running faster now, Aya pulled her jacket up around her face slightly, not too much that her waist bandolier or MP5k would be visible though. Some of the lights in the street beginning to drop out now, being replaced by small red LED's on the walls of buildings. That was when the 'propaganda machine' kicked in, what Aya likes to call the PA setup. "Please take advise, CBD now going under marshal law. All residents please return to your homes. Anyone located in council property will be taken into custody... For all your marshal law and district patrol requirements, PMC Ethersphere is here for you,"The message repeated itself a second time before the PA system was shut off. Aya checked the area around them, spotting two soldiers at the end of the road, "Get out of the open" she whispered into her headset under the roar of the rain, and filed into a back alley. Under this much cover the soldiers wouldn't have noticed the two dark objects vanish from view. It was time Aya and Tyson abused the rain now, hopefully Claypoole and Jess weren't too far behind. "We're close to the hospital now. Securing a way in will be difficult, once we're closer I'll set a beacon for our regroup, then I feel the best course would be to head underground and get into the hospital that way. A small sweep in the sewers wouldn't be too bad either, and it'd be good to asses whether the local PMC had it under wraps as well. I don't have a doubt in mind that they do though," Aya decided to loosen her thoughts, pulling back behind a dustbin when a floodlight filled the alley from a passing humvee, "For now just keep your eyes peeled I suppose," she added before moving down the alley.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 31, 2009 18:32:43 GMT -5
Jessika and Claypoole had trailed a ways away behind Aya and Tyson, keeping their distance so it didn't seem like they were a group, and sharing an Umbrella to try and make an appearance of being a couple of sorts. Guys might actually pity Claypoole if they felt like they were cheating him out of getting some, and they'd definitely understand if he was very frustrated and aggressive about getting slowed down from heading towards her friends house. When the loudspeakers boomed, Claypoole half-snarled with his own Texas accent at the guards
We're going we're going! Her friends' houses' that way!
The preemptive snarl had gotten them to shut up enough that they merely ceremoniously barked at him to get moving (Even though they were annoyed at Claypooles tone) , and leave them alone. By the time they questioned the girls ethnicity and thought to ask who her friend was and where she lived, the two were gone and around the corner. They followed Tyson and Aya, and according to what they saw happen to them, they either followed or went with their observations, and eventually started to catch up. Soon, the two crouched in cover with them, and they waited for Aya to announce their next move
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 1, 2009 11:17:54 GMT -5
Aya was about to get up and move when Claypoole and Jessika suddenly joined her and Tyson, "Oh, good to see you're still with us," she teased, "We're heading underground, for the record," Aya added while pointing downwards at her feet, then subtly motioned for them to follow her, "I can't help but remind you all that we're strictly non-lethal until we're inside the hospital,"
Aya pushed her wet hair off of her face; now that conditions had changed she decided to tie her hair up, letting it drag down her back. Finding a break into the lockdown wasn't going to be easy, manholes were located primarily in the middle of main roads; she was just looking for something a little out of the way of the PMC eye. Most of the area around them was simply flooded, the water didn't flow in any particular direction; Aya continued following her nose for the time being until she finally came across a steady stream.
It was a little in the open. Aya had spotted a storm drain out to one side of the road. She kept her back to the brick and mortar looking down one end of the street. Clear. Other end? Clear. She zipped into the open and pulled up the grating, it had been cemented in but it wasn't an issue for her strength; although a significant amount of damage was caused around it, investigations would pend long after they had made it into the lock down.
"Tyson..." Aya lightly called, eyeing the hole, "Dunno if you're gonna fit down here, bud," she said negatively, groaning afterwards.
A light filled the street, cutting through the veil of rain. Aya was caught for half a second before slipping into the hole and pulling the grating over the top. The rumbling of a jeep began to roll down the road, slowly...
<Back off> Aya said into her headset.
...While waiting for the patrol to run by, Aya ventured further into the hole switching a flashlight on. She held her firearms high so they didn't get wet.
<It opens up as you go down> Aya relayed, <Yeah, ladder goin' down. I think we could get to anywhere in Tokyo down here... just the smell> the last part had sounded a little nasaly <Okay, once that patrol's passed get down here> Aya ordered as she began climbing down the ladder.
As a green glow was visible from the lower opening Aya switched the light off, dropping the last couple of rungs and quickly sweeping her immediate area. The main storm tunnel was fairly open, three men in height, and there was enough rain to increase the water level past the walkway. If there was a gap anywhere, none of them would catch it, last thing they needed was for an agent to get stuck in a gap with a sprained ankle.
<All clear>
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Post by Mikey on Sept 2, 2009 1:21:56 GMT -5
Tyson had nodded at Aya's remark about how well he had done sneaking past the guards. It wasnt his speciality, but he supposed it wasnt too shabby. If it had been up to him, he'd have put a round in each of the guards and put the bodies in the freezer. But, no casualties... He hated it when they got slapped with one of those orders. Took away about 80 percent of his skill set.
The empty streets were eeire. Forget the fact that Tokyo was the most populated city in the world. Forget that it was under seige from the undead. Forget all of it. Empty streets were always bad. He'd have settled for zombies roaming around. At least then they wouldnt have had to be sneaking around. Just using suppressors, not a bad thing by far.
He'd gotten pretty nervous when the guard had started to yell at him in Japanese. Not only for the fact that it was a PMC guard with a bigger gun, but that he was yelling gibberish to Tyson. He didnt know if the man had been telling him to go the other way or kiss his ass goodbye. Thank god that Aya had stepped in and said something. Seemed to work, got the other one talking in a Texan accent that even he had trouble understanding. Had it been a thick Brooklyn accent, he'd have been able to chat that guy up like there was no tommorow. He still had that accent, some of the time. More extreme emotions tended to bring it out from time to time. He let Aya grab his hand and lead him about, looking pretty convincing in his part as some guy who had no idea what was being said and didnt know where anything was. Wasnt far from the truth. Hell, it was the whole truth.
They'd gotten away from the guards, rounded a corner, and he heard Aya say something else in Japanese. He resisted the urge to say 'huh?' like a jackass and continued to follow her. The PA systems with the pre recorded message cut him off, and Aya switched back to English as she told him to hide. She didnt need to tell him twice. He crouched down as low as he could next to her, still managing to be taller, looking back when Claypoole and Jessika made themselves known.
He stayed back, not sure how it was they were going to get underground. But, Aya, being the leader she was, eventually found them an entrance. A storm drain to the sewer. Make that fearless leader... She made the comment of how Tyson may not fit through the storm drain, and he couldnt help but agree. Not a way in hell... He took a look around the street, seeing if all was clear and no one was around to listen, and spoke into his headset.
"No way I'm going through there. I'll find a way around, I know the way." He said. He did know how to get to that particular hospital, and nowhere else. He'd studied a map of the place on the plane inbetween eating and trying to learn some Japanese. The laungage had given him a headache, so he took time to look at the map. Good thing...
"I'll keep you posted and play it safe." He told her. No casualties, but that didnt mean if he needed to make someone take a nap it was off limits. He silently wondered if a shot to the kneecap was out as he stayed there and played lookout for Clay and Jess to get in the hole. He watched the jeep drive past, and waved them foreward.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 3, 2009 10:35:26 GMT -5
<Copy that Tyson> Aya replied, hoping this didn't make things harder on the man, <Yeah, let me know when you've found a way in. Then we'll sort a rendezvous from there> she finished up and started moving down the flood path.
There was some serious slush down here, but nothing lethal. Aya's training in forensics and Biochemistry let her know that the Tokyo sewers, from what they where and what was flowing through them, were no different from any other. No distinct smell. She didn't go as far as to taste it, but it wasn't her problem if there was an invisible foreign contaminant.
A buzzing sound could be heard, uncanny at the least, it's place didn't make any sense to Aya's ears. The echo was temendous making it appear as if it was coming from several directions, but she pinned it down eventually. Aya followed the flood path further down to a cross junction; the buzzing was really loud now; and leaned around the corner to see what was making the racket.
Aya froze up, there were two of them. She reeled back around the corner and crouched down. Two Cypher UAV's, "Sh*t!" she said under her breath. The PMC topside were hauling some serious tech with them for the Marshal Law curfew, far preceding PMC Dragonfly's equipment for this kind of contract. Aya had only assumed they'd be using laser trip wires or concussion mines, or even just patrols; but things had become much more severe now.
She leaned out; Aya wanted to get a better run down of what they were up against. From sight it looked like the UAV's had a generic setup, but a closer look showed that things were different. For starters, they were monitored on the go. Both UAV's had a light spewing across the sewers, assisting a camera from the ring of the Cypher; Aya presumed that it was pulling visuals and sending them to a recon van at sea level which an unknown amount of soldiers could be watching. Second, both UAV's hosted infrared; a holographic sheet of crimson scanned along the sewer bed for reference. Finally, Aya spotted twin 9x19mm gun housings on the ring with full 360 degree support; it was clear that if the monitors spotted anything, they'd want it dead.
<Claypoole> Aya started over the wireless, albeit truly addressing everyone, <There're Cypher's in the sewers, manual monitor and infrared. Any ideas?> there was the prospect of downing the manual monitoring above ground, but that would take some time; it'd likely reduce risk of being spotted on cam though and make avoiding the infrared all the more easier, <I don't know how many are down here... Got two in sight at the moment> with that Aya started shifting back to the ladder, ducking behind the enbossment at the side of the flood tunnel there to get out of sight.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 3, 2009 18:24:51 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not going to assume skilled hackers in RERPG are granted the ability to be able to hack stuff like this considering the impossibility it seems like it would be to do in RL.... Though if you want I can say I have a high energy wide spectrum jammer in Jessika's backpack
Claypoole mutters quietly into his mike as Aya went down into the sewers
Non lethal? No gun, no fun.
When Tyson admitted he wouldn’t be able to get down there, Claypoole started to have some doubts of his own. He was heavily armed and he had a backpack, unlike the others. He wasn’t going to start chunking stuff just so he could fit through that hole. He would have followed the Marine Corp rules for gun fighting even if he hadn’t joined the Marine corp, because they were just that pragmatic. USMC Rules for gun fighting rules 1 and 6. Bring a gun. Preferably, bring at least two guns. Bring all of your friends who have guns. If you can choose what to bring to a gunfight, bring a long gun and a friend with a long gun.
I got your back Tyson, I’ll head with you. I’ll probably have space issues too, I ain’t ditching the backpack... Besides, been there, done that.
You’re going to get aids if you go down there. (It’ll be easier on me…. I don’t want to put my gas mask on… D**n Japanese eat too much Sushi/Sushi s**t… I hate rats.
Claypoole may not be as tall as Tyson but at 6”2 he’s tall even for an America; for the Japanese, he’s Godzilla. He was carrying more gear then Tyson though, and his bulk was more of an issue then his height which can always be remedied by crawling. Not to mention he had already had his fill of fighting T-virus infected rats and tromping through the sewers to get into a hospital just to be jumped by some insane Tyrant B.O.W thing and get his gun ripped out of his hand… Come to think of it, that was probably the first time he worked with Tyson. He wondered if Tyson remembered how that worked out, even though he knew Tyson probably wasn’t aware Claypoole had used the sewers to get into the hospital that time.
Two large, bulky men sneaking around after curfew is going to draw a lot of attention….
Nah, we’ll be fine, we know how to evade… Scared of rats?
No!
Then come on already.
She kept the vulgar word for a chicken that she nearly said to herself and hopped down into the sewer after Aya fearlessly, stopping just a moment to hold her hands out in case Claypoole decided to shut up, drop the bag down, and then get down there. She didn’t understand what the big deal was--- then again she was carrying very little gear in comparison, and was very, very small, and so the sewers wouldn’t be nearly as much a pain to her. The sewers were the best route to go though. When Jessika hopped down into the Sewer, Claypoole merely muttered “I just don’t like them… especially the infected ones…”, and then took off his backpack, dangling it down by its strap through the hole for Jessika to grab. Then he hopped down into the sewers too, and took the heavy backpack from Jessika. They didn’t get very far before Claypoole thought to himself aloud
My UBCS senses are tingling. We’re going to get aids from this place. Anyone got a Hazmat? Nope? Maybe we should go back up then.
Jessika rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She knew Claypoole now enough that she could make a very probable guess that he was screwing around when he said that. Even though Jessika was normally energetic, talkative, and sociable, she wasn’t a mood killer like that. Claypoole didn’t care whether his jokes were funny or not; she was more self conscious about it though. When they came to a stop and Aya reported the UAV's, Jessika thought it would be right up her alley considering she was the teams Hacker/electronics expert... but then she stopped and realized that she hadn't the gear to do too much with this. Jammer's would be the best bet to do something to it, but her laptop wouldn't do a thing, and EMP pulses against military targets nowadays is pretty much a hell Mary. Not gonna work most likely. Not to mention Jammers might as well be used as Megaphones to scream from the rooftops "Shoot me!". That instantly handed things over to Claypoole's department--- Blow it up or walk away. Claypoole starts to pull out his PDA and grumbles
Either we find an alternative route or we get out of here... Unless Jessika's got some way to magically turn those things off and make it seem like an electronics failure... or you don't mind a shootout... We're not getting past them without being fing Snake.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 4, 2009 21:14:38 GMT -5
"Snake didnt sneak." Tyson pointed out, thinking Claypoole was talking about Snake Pliskin of the movie Escape From New York. He'd always loved that movie. Come out when he was a kid, and he'd gone to the theater to see it seven times. He even actually paid to see it each time. That was a first in his life. "He just shot s***." He added, over the hole to the sewers. When the coast was clear, he had run out to check one last time if he had been able to fit or not, and when he wasnt, he picked the grating up and put it back. It wasnt going to fool anyone if they inspected it, but it wouldnt readily draw any attention either if someone was just passing by.
He ran back to the building, to the shadows, and stood there for a moment. He needed the direction. But, he hadnt brought a compass. Dammit... Lets see... If it was early night, that meant the moon was in the East. f**k... The clouds were making this difficult. Instead he started to look around for something he recognized. A shop with a weird ass name, looked like an electronics place. Close enough. He recognized the name from the map, remembered that it's door faced West. Also remembered that the hospital was North of this building. Taking a moment to remember which way that he needed to go, using the old rhyme someone had taught him as a kid. "Never Eat Sour Wheat", going clockwise. Looking toward the building and turning right 90 degrees, he followed the alley he was in. He'd have to cross streets to get there, but if he kept going this way, he'd end up a block to the right of the hospital.
"Aya, I'm betting theres an access panel in the parking garage. I'll open it for you guys if you can manage to get there." He said into his headset. Problem was, if they couldnt get past the cyphers, they may just opt to come back up and go overground. f**k! And he had just closed the hole up. He stayed in his place and awaiting the message from Aya to find out if they were going to keep going ot come back above ground.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 5, 2009 7:18:36 GMT -5
(OoC: I just wanted Jess to partake in some method of electronic warfare. It's up to you.)
"Aya, I'm betting theres an access panel in the parking garage. I'll open it for you guys if you can manage to get there."
<Copy that Tyson> Aya replied, before suddenly changing her mind <Actually. Tyson, see if you can locate the station being used for the Cypher monitors. Sabotage it. At least give us enough time to get to the hospital> Aya then turned to Jessika, "Jess, I need you to shut off the infrared sensors on'em. I want them to be nothing more than floating metal," she ordered.
Aya peeked back around the corner, waiting for the Cyphers to scan down opposite tunnels, and then jumped to the other side of the flood path and hiding round the next corner.
(OoC: Sorry for the short post, but I'll leave progression against the Cyphers for you two then get things into the hospital thread.)
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Post by thegunny on Sept 5, 2009 13:23:50 GMT -5
Jessika quietly kneels and takes her small backpack off, then taking her laptop out and radioing Tyson
Hey... Get to the station, and then get real close. Take out your PDA and try and connect with my computer, and then follow the beacons I just put up..
She was trying to walk Tyson into the path of the data going between Cyphers and the van so that she could use one of her experimental programs she designed that allows electronics compatible with it to act as a data traffic controller of sorts. She could reroute data to the electronic instead of to where it was intending to go, she could warp the data stream and use it to transmit things of her own if she wanted, or she could just sit there, intercept it, and analyze it. In this case she wanted Tyson to get into place so that he could just intercept a single data stream so she could anaylze the ciphers and encryption keys... and then she'd access the van and try to fake something. Fake power outage, fake maintenance call with a bureaucratic twist, have some program already running shut down and restart and force them to go to their desk top by needing an update...
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Post by Mikey on Sept 7, 2009 1:44:34 GMT -5
"Ya, sure. Got anything hard for me to do?" Tyson said with sarcasm. How in the flying f**k was he supposed to find a f**king truck filled with the computer crap that controlled a drone? Might as well be looking for the freshest peice of hay in the f**king bail. He pulled out his PDA and looked at it, not sure exactly how he was supposed to do that. How the hell did you link to a computer with this thing? He barely knew how to write notes on it.
He pressed a few buttons on the pad, checking some options menus and finding his way into the systems menu. He diddled with a few more options and finally saw another system link to his. He was silently amazed when it worked. He was an expert at quite a few things, but electronics was not one of them. He checked the beacons she set up on his navigation system, and he was able to work out the way to go.
"Ok... about 50 meters to the North East. I'll see what I can do." He said, making his way from his hiding place in the direction of the mobile com center.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 9, 2009 12:13:26 GMT -5
Aya took onboard the task of planting interceptors, sprinting through the sewers and slapping them down every 35 feet; they'd pick up on each Cypher for an more simple and easy link to each Cypher in the area. She followed the holo display on her PDA for which route to take, Jess dishing out the info to her. Normally a holo display wouldn't be used, but that was mostly because you didn't need one above ground; underground though in sewers and the like it was a pretty handy gadget to have on you in person, the depth perception clarified everything and tracked your own PDA for a real time "You are here" marker.
Aya turned a corner, suddenly wishing she hadn't been moving so quickly. She stumbled a little into the glow of a Cypher's spotlight, thankfully not so much as to set off the mother load of alarms but she'd gotten its attention. She heard a clack sound, assuming this was manual kicking in from the monitors to let the Cypher deviate off course. Aya back tracked a little, finding herself being boxed in from several different tunnels right up against a dead end. Panic followed slightly as the glow came closer.
Pulling her gear off, Aya threw her weaponry into a small waste outlet to one side of the dead end she was at, then took a deep breath and duckdived. She looked around the area beneath the muck furiously trying to find anything that might cover her from the infrared. There was a small gap at the base, likely one of many bilge points incase a sewer catastrophe occured; cave in for example; Aya squeezed in and obscured herself from the Cyphers view. The infrared scanner pierced through the sewer water, Aya queried whether it would flatline someone upon contact considering how strong it was.
Her lungs were screaming, but the scanner just sat there; more scanners joined it at one stage. It felt likes minutes until they finally started floating off in the other direction, conciousness began to fade away from Aya and what strength she had left she used to furiously push herself out of the bilge point. She rose slowly though, the top of her head popping up to see whether it was all clear. Aya then reeled out of the sewer water, gasping and retaining the feeling to puke at the same time; tears had replaced the water which was covering her face and she stood there in the waste for a minute or so to gather herself together.
She hopped out of the sewer water, taking her jacket off and throwing it back in, trying to shake the wet off of her. She breathed heavily still, shivering a little from how cold it was, and grabbed her gear again; setting off to put down the rest of the interceptors.
Aya put down the last interceptor, hoping it would send off enough information, "Putting down the last one Jess," she said, "I'll sit tight here till the Cyphers are out of commission," her voice trembled a little from the scenario beforehand. Aya sat down and started wringing water out of her clothing, feeling disorientated. She controlled her breathing, getting to grips with the fatigue, "Just... sit tight," she mumbled.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 15, 2009 8:49:57 GMT -5
Tyson crept through the back alleys of the city, feeling like a serial killer or something. It wasnt far from the truth, but his killings were out of necessity rather than pleasure. He could honestly say he had never taken real joy in killing a human being, even if it sometimes sounded like it. Most of the time, he was happy about his objective being complete, not the several to dozens of people he had to kill to make it that way.
He stood in the shadows against a building, looking at the truck accross the street. Fu*k... Not only was he going to have to get close enough to the truck for them to hear or even see him, he had to cross an open area that probably had someone watching at both ends for just this kind of situation. Either way...
"Fu*k my life..." Tyson whispered to himself, checking both sides like he was in grade school again, and ran accross. He gave up silence for speed, figuring it was a fair trade in this particular situation, and ducked down when he got next to the van. He ducked down and low under the view of the windows, snaking around to the back wheel. He hadnt seen anyone in the driver's seat, so the side mirror wasnt an issue at the moment. He pulled out his PDA and spoke just loud enough to be heard over the rain.
"Jess, I'm at the station. Make it snappy, I'm more exposed than a Hustler model." He said, a joke in place even in the most inapproprite time. It was his thing, but Claypoole gave him a run for his money most of the time.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 15, 2009 13:53:44 GMT -5
Aya had pelted back to Jess and Claypooles position, both still huddled out of sight, "I take it things won't take too much longer?" she asked out of spite peering down each flood path of the intersection they were at. She turned around to look at Jess' notepad while she tapped away at it furiously going through countless commands and codes, the intercepters that Aya had placed initially had sped the process up around seven fold and in no time Cyphers around the area started powering down. Aya gandered around one of the corners and witnessed the spotlight, camera, and IR sensor all shutdown at once on two Cypher units. She looked back to Jess, seeing the thumbs up.
Adressing her headset, "Okay Tyson, hightail it out of there, no doubt there's already commotion abroad in your area. Get to the Hospital..." Aya adressed the AO map and zoomed in on the Hospital opening the 3D imagining file and panning down to the parking garage, rotating the picture and focusing on the hollow point, highlighting it in yellow and sending the information back to Tyson, "We'll regroup there. Sitrep once you've entered the garage, there could be a possibility the insurgents are hunkered down in there and force us for alternate entry. Aya out,"
She equipped her MP5k and redied herself; a second later she felt a tap over her right shoulder and started moving, Jess and Claypoole close behind. All of the Cyphers they passed merely hovered in the air, the only sound heard were the speedy yet soft fans in the sewers around herself. There was a brief moment of calm before rumbling could be felt from a street above, light shot through to the water below from somewhere around the ceiling. Aya opt for moving over to the other side of the flood path and taking a right turn just before an Ethersphere Mercenary popped his head down and brandished an assault rifle across the sewer.
Aya picked up speed as voices could be heard, no shouting though, she heard something about the Cyphers in Japanese but the echo deformed the dialogue beyond interpretation and it was filed to the back of her head. It seemed they were keeping just ahead of the search party, wasn't that much further till the regroup point.
The sewers seemed to get darker as they headed through, sound was lessened down to their footsteps and the running water; eventually the plate baring came into view, Aya hauled herself up into the upper area of the sewer helping Jess and Claypoole afterwards as they positioned themselves around the access panel.
)(OoC: Aya, Claypoole and Jess are now in Saint Mary's Hospital.)
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 4, 2009 0:43:34 GMT -5
It was pouring by the time the taxi pulled up to the headquarters building. Giddeon could hardly feel the cold as he stepped out. He had given Jay his coat but that was about it. They knew eachother too well that if he tried to comfort her she would know that things were still not all right and the gestures would be empty even though well met. After paying the cab driver he walked in the building as a helecopter flew over the building. As if on cue Fira ran up to him with wide eyes. "So, did you two have a good time?" She asked with a wink. Giddeon just walked passed her not paying her any notice.
"I'm taking a bath. I'll talk to you later." Fira turned around irritated with her hands on her hips. Still feeling frustrated he took off his wet shirt and tossed it on thr ground of the lobby grabbing plent of attention. He then almost knocked over a door that led to the stairs. He had to work off everything so the stairs would suit him fine.
Dazed by the scene Fira turned around and looked at Jay seeing her soaked and looking like hell. "Oh my God....Jay?" He then inched closer to her. "Jay? What the heck happened? You look like hell and Giddeons acting like a jerk."
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