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Post by tyranid on May 27, 2011 16:51:17 GMT -5
David heard a familar voice from behind him, and he turned around. he nervously put his hand on his hand gun as he turned.
I knew it, this mission was in the red when we got it he thought.
"its our ranger friend," Joshua said, sensing his brothers emotion, giving off nervousness like heat from a bondfire.
David grunted and looked at the arriving soliders, " Nice to see you too, guess a little harsh from the last time we met," he said with, lifting his mask to get a good look at the guys, " shiny toy you got there, don't hurt yourself,"
Joshua punched David in the solider " try to be professional, we dont have the best of reputation around here, remeber the group near the aviation muesum, they did not appricate they way you acted,"
"I keep telling you, that plane fell on its own," he whispered annoyingly.
Joshua looked around and saw a small glint in the distance,
" we got a scope on us, 5 o'clock,"
" things get hairy, rush for the hummer, i will cover," David replied, turning serious agian.
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Post by soldier on May 28, 2011 4:07:08 GMT -5
Chris put his fingers to his lips hushing them. "Those are my guys. Listen, it's not safe here. Was able to see you about a klick" The snaper team had been chatering over the radio about movement 12 klicks behind them. "DECIPLE 6, Sniper teams got somthing moving around behind them, How copy" "We need to move, lets go" Chris said.
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Post by tyranid on May 28, 2011 17:32:55 GMT -5
Joshua sighed[glow=red,2,300]"hey, I appricate your concern, but we have a job to do,"[/glow] David was surprised by joshua's avidness to complete the mission.
Joshua shuddered as he began to feel small tremors, like somone was detonating explosions underground.
David looked at the Humm-Vee, watching as small rocks and dust began to move. He grabbed he Vector, slamming it on his shoulder into the stock.
" oh crap,"
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Post by soldier on May 28, 2011 18:22:36 GMT -5
"DECIPLE WOLF, you need to exfil back to the building! I repeat: Exfil BACK to the building!" The PMCs Comms were ringing with chatter. A loud screetch was heard. "Listen, that's fine. The PMC can make sure you'll get the job done, but we also have a bigger problem then you're mission being done and bullets won't help it." Chris looked at Josh dead in his eyes. "Its not worth the ammo, trust me."
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Post by tyranid on May 28, 2011 19:12:23 GMT -5
"ok," Joshua replied.
"guess we have to live to fight another day, we can just..." he said before he looked and saw a sedan go flyin into the air, spinning it into the crashed hummer.
" move!" he said, tackling Josh to the ground as a the sedans license play flew over the, inbeding itself I'm a lightning near them.
Josh grabs his radio and quickly talks into it.
" Bighorn, this is tac 1 we got a contact,"
" Roger, I see him on thermals," a disorted voice replied.
" big is watching us right now?"
"I am always watching my employees," the voice replied.
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Post by soldier on May 29, 2011 6:39:49 GMT -5
There was a mixture of gun fire. Chris was to busy staying alive to care about what else would happen. "Tango in sight!" Someone yelled over the Comm. Were is those predator missiles? Chris looked back past David, catching a glimpse of King Cobra. It was close. To close for comfort. "Don't look back-keep running!" The two over watch teams came rushing in meeting them half way, one of them chucked a flash bang over and pulled the men inside before the Snake could recover. It screeched and hissed. As the men pulled the two men to safety, Chris walked over to them. They were surrounded by Grade A, PMCs. "You're Welcome" Chris walked down the hall getting on the Comms "DISCIPLE 6 is back in, we have the strays, KING PIN is still in the area. We need a priority one package, Were is those AGMs-How Copy." it took awhile for command to get back for about a minute. "This is LUNER to DISCIPLE 6, we have the AGM hellfires in place, but GHOST-ADVOCATE will be in use of the predator drone. However we are sending BROAD SWORD WHISKEY is rolling in with BTR-Ts. ETA Six Hotel" "Solid Copy. Interrogative, LUNER: The Stray's we've picked up are Mercenaries as well. Different end games then what the Secretary of Defense has in mind for us. Permission to Have DISCIPLE 6 escort and assist them to the target zone. How copy" "DISCIPLE 6, do what you can for those two strays. It is you're company and you're call. Out" Chris grunted. "Scouts all over again. Great." He said sarcastically.
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Post by tyranid on May 29, 2011 12:42:21 GMT -5
"s***!" David yelled.
Move!" Josh said, pulling davi to his feat.
"I reccommend you move towards the coordinates I set in your GPS, those PMC's will make a good distraction. Besides, the package is drawing the virus to I "
"we can't leave these guys!" David yelled, popping shots at the over grown reptile with his gun.
"Chris, is that your bird I am picking up on in the air space,"
Josh said, reading the info from a sattliete that bighorn "acquired"
"s***, Duck, agian" david as another car flew at them.
"what the f**k is that,"
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Post by soldier on May 31, 2011 4:08:34 GMT -5
The smoke from the car crashing into the building was very blinding Chris had no choice but to lift his face cover up to advoid inhaling dust. "That chooper is ours, yes, but that is going somewhere else in Washington. We're hoping the AGMs will get us a barbie snake before BROADSWORD WHISKEY comes through with the APCs" The PMCs mission in washington as the two could see was one of there very own by the top from the United States of America since all of its forces was left behind to rot. Radio chatter continued to blow through the Comms. "OXCIDE 6-2 ACTUAL to DISCIPLE 6, We see RAVEN 1-1 inbound to our position, ETA about 10 MIKE. We'll have a Drone out in the area less the 5 MIKE, Over" Chris got to his radio again. "DISCIPLE 6 to OXCIDE 6-2 ACTUAL, Solid copy on all, we'll mark the target with a lazer pin. Give us the green light when the drone is up in the air. Out." He glanced over at Joshua. then hunker down like few of his men. "It's a Cobra. It's been feeding on something. That bastard out there been stalking us for about a three weeks now. So, we held up right here. We had teams of spotters and snipers set us to track its location until you showed up" " General Merion to DISIPLE 6-2 Captain, do you read me?"" Chris paused for a mere second with annoyance. "Captain Reznovich here" He said over the Comms. " You and Alex Butcher are being pulled out for that invesatation, Cody Knox stays in the fight. We'll see to it that damn snake dies. Get you're Sh*t together, you leave in 1900." Chris had this chance for awhile so he had to take it. "Understood. Reznovich out." He looked at David and Josh "Take it easy guys. I got important matters in hand" He said to them and walked around to the exil point that had been secured. Alex was waiting there as well. "Looks like its you and me, mate" He said with his englsih accent. "So it is." He said planly. END OF ROLE PLAY
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 9, 2012 12:49:18 GMT -5
[Jake and Joseph enter the FBI Building from Chicago]
Jake pulled the Humvee into the parking lot of the FBI Building in Washington. It used to be heavily guarded... they would have never been able to get this close without being challenged for ID. He shut the car off and looked over at Joseph.
"Okay, when we go in, let me do the talking, I've been in here before. I want to get us down to the armory that they have and see if we can get better weapons." Since the travel through the Blackstone Hotel, Jake's primary weapon had jammed 4 times. Something was broken within the reciever that would not allow the weapon to chamber a round if the magazine was less than half full.
Jake opened the door and stepped out. Looking around, he saw that there were no zombies in the immediate area. He also noticed the red laser dot that was moving towards his forehead. Slowly, he put his arms up in the air and turned around. Then he motioned for Joseph to join him. Cautiously, he made his way to the barricaded front door. He was a bit nervous because he didn't know how they would recieve them, but they hadn't shot them yet.
At the door, a small opening slide open and a voice on the inside said. "Crawl in." Getting down on his hands and knees, Jake crawled in, motioning for Joseph to do the same. As they entered in the door, it slammed down behind him and he felt military boots slam down on his back and legs, forcing him to the ground.
"Who are you?"
"Gunnery Sargeant Jakob Warner formerly of Fort Belvoir. This is Officer Joseph Santentino formerly of the Richmond Police Department. We are looking for safe harbor."
Jake waited as he was checked over and his and Joe's weapons were relieved of them. Then they were hauled to their feet and found themselves face to face with automatic weapons.
"Jake, is that you?"
It was a female voice that Jake recognized instantly. "Collins, is that you?"
"Yeah, but you were reported dead."
"My team is... but I survived as a prisoner of some raiders. I think that they hoped I would join then and help them raid the military base. That's where I got this tattoo. I escaped and joined up with Joseph here and we have been trying to make our way back to the base ever since. What are you doing here?"
Collins, the communications officer for the base shook her head. "Major Armstrong was becoming a huge dick. I also caught wind of him having a side business. I think he found out that I knew and was going to have me killed, so I escaped to her and I've been helping the FBI establish some sort of communications with other offices in the US."
Collins looked around at the others. "It's okay, I'll vouch for him. He's clean."
Jake didn't say anything. He wasn't exactly clean, but he wasn't going to attack any of them. The agents dropped their weapons and went back to their stations, leaving Collins alone with Jake and Joe.
Collins began to walk down the hallway and motioned for them to follow. She eyed Jake thoughtfully.
"I know that look, Jake. You aren't trying to head back to your own post... What is it really?"
"Well, let's just say that what was going to happen to you... happened to me... and my entire team was killed because of it. I'm going to make things right."
Collins looked at him. By now they had entered her office. Computer and communication equipment lined one whole wall and desk. "What do you need?"
"I need better weapons and some explosives. That's all. And don't worry, I won't make put the rest of the base's personnel at danger. This is just between me and Armstrong."
Collins looked at him and then over at Joe to gauge how the officer was involved in it. Then she grinned. "Let's do it. That bastard has it coming to him."
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Post by coolkid on Jan 10, 2012 19:22:00 GMT -5
The ride was long and boring to Washington, though Joseph didn't get much sleep during the ride mostly for the reason of the whole atmosphere they had just escaped from. Finally, though the car pulled into a new parking lot.
Joseph had just noticed they were finally in Washington. Well that was a quicker ride than he thought. Joseph listened a Jake spoke. He said following Jake out.
Joseph noticed the red dot on Jake. He was about to tell him about it, but he could tell by his now hands in the air gesture he knew. Joseph followed Jake's lead and did exactly as he did, and followed him to the barricade.
Joseph got on his knees and followed Jake through the small hole, only to be pushed down by a boot on the other side.
Joseph was pulled up, and met by guns. Well wasn't that nice. He slightly noticed his weapons being taken. He sighed, well there went his defenses for a long well except for the shotgun and a few of the other weapons.
Joseph listened intently as they talked about the major Jake had talked about before with Joseph. When the men with guns left, Joseph let out a huge sigh of relief, but continued to listed to Jake and the new woman, Collins.
"Well," Joseph said breaking in for the first time asking, "Do you even know where this Sergeant is currently located, I mean is he still in the fort you were talking about?"
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 17, 2012 11:35:46 GMT -5
Collins nodded. "Yeah, the fracking bastard is still in command there. He has a group of senior officers who vouch for him, so there is no way that any of the enlisted men will do anything to go against him." She looked over at Jake. "So what is your first move?"
Jake rubbed his chin for a moment and then looked back and forth between the two of them. "Well, first we rest and eat and then we need to get intel on what is going on there. If there is a convoy heading in and we can get attached to it, that would help."
He stopped and looked directly at Collins. "We also need better weapons. My M16 is shot."
Collins smiled. "I think that I can help you with that. We have a small armory in the basement and I still have a few contacts at the base. I can find out what they are expecting this week."
Collins moved out of the door and down the hallway, motioning for the two men to follow. Soon, they found themselves in the Armory. Weapons, ammo, and explosives were locked away behind metal cases. Collins took out a key and opened. "Shopping time. Just get me something pretty."
((OOC - time to load up))
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Post by coolkid on Jan 21, 2012 20:43:56 GMT -5
Joseph crossed his arms and listened to the new person whos name was Collins. Joseph didn't know how dangerous this general was, but how ever dangerous he was, Joseph had gotten himself into a new adventure, proabbly filled with dead stuff.
When Jake mentioned food Joseph's stomache didn't rumble. The hard press onto the floor sort of diminished his hunger, so whatever. Then when he talked about weapons, Joseph wondered where the guards took his.
Joseph followed as Collins showed them down into the armory. Joseph looked around and nodded with satisfaction. He examined the weapons before grabbing a handgun, for those were the guns he was most used to. He then looks around for any close combat eapons, and he was pleased to find some police batons and riot shields. He took one of each. Finally he took one grenade.
"Well, I'm good, I've got all that I want," Joseph said leaning against a wall now.
"So how far away is this base of your old captain?" Joseph asked fiddling with the riot shield.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jan 22, 2012 23:10:42 GMT -5
Senator Sullivan had just come up from the archive room,with the Commanding Officer of the "Base" escorting him.The C.O showed him and his body guard to the visual security room and there they both sat now,watching the screens.As the senator was beginning to get bored,he had the operator activate the mic's to the cameras where two new men had entered.
"Gunnery Sargeant Jakob Warner formerly of Fort Belvoir"was what one of the new arrivee's had said,and that was all Sullivan needed to hear.
He opened the manila folder he had in his hands,quite thick,and looked through it again...it matched.He had the operator give him a radio as he began to walk,through the radio he heard the conversation collins had with the two new soldiers.It was audio from the security room so there was no feedback on collin's radio.Sullivan and bob,his body guard,walked down through the building towards the Armory.At long last they arrived just in time for him to make the perfect offer.
Senator Sullivan stood in the door frame of the weapons room,at 6'3 and wearing a fedora he was easily...intimidating.He walked into the room and allowed Bob to walk in after him,looking up to the camera and signaling it to be shut off,the green light turned red.The senator kept his distance as he began to speak,he was a pretty fat man and as such he had a strong voice...but controlled it for the occasion.
"Collins here has already run into me...you two however I haven't met.I'm sure you know I'm Senator John Sullivan,the chairman of the Bio-Hazard Oversight Committee.Now,I have heard your troubles...and they are mine also.This Armstrong character...if i might speak frankly,is a pain in mine and the committee's ass.I have the authority to court martial him but...we have no court's to try him!He is at the top of my hit list right now,and since you already have a vendetta...you might aswell use the power i have at my disposal."
Senator Sullivan allowed them to take in all he'd said so far,he walked to the left a little bit then turned to them again as he drew a cigar from his coat.Bob lit it and the senator took a short puff from it then spoke again,
"I will get you into the base no problem,you will appear to be part of my security detail.I will act as if were on a regular base check up,you go a seperate way while i have the colonels attention and...set yourselves up for whatever you do.While you are dealing with him,i will explain to his first officer what will go down...now since i have the authority to bring all holy hell upon that base if i want,he wont argue...but if Armstrong is left alive we will both swear we never had such a conversation.I hope that is understood!Now...you need rest,and time to think this through...you have till morning."
The senator took a long drag from his cigar and suspended it with his teeth and lips as he awaited some kind of reply.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 24, 2012 11:30:54 GMT -5
Jake went to a rack of AR’s and picked up on, pulling back on the charging bolt and letting it slide forward. It slid smoothly with no catch. Then he pulled it up and sighted through the scope, seeing the red dot appear on the wall. It was also equipment with a foregrip and a shorter barrel. A tactical light and laser pointer rounded it out. He picked up three 30 round mags and connected them together before inserting it into the machine. Then he went to the handguns, looking over the ones that were arranged on the shelves. “The base is just outside the city limits. Depending on the resistance we encounter, it could take us 30 minutes to 1 hour to get there.” Jake found the handgun that he was looking for… a H&K P30. It had a picatinny rail below the barrel and attached to it was a laser targeter. He saw 3 – 15 round magazines and picked them up, putting them into the pockets of his tactical vest. He also grabbed an addition box of 40 S&W and of 5.56 NATO. He was interrupted by the arrival of two men. One was a typical bodyguard, large, imposing and silent, just watching everything that was going on. The other man, Jake recognized. He was Senator Sullivan. After the first outbreak, he had been the almost unstoppable bulwark for the effort to bring those that were responsible to justice. Jake remember watching one of the proceedings where Sullivan thundered away at some of the Execs at Umbrella that they had captured. He listened to the Senator’s idea. It had merit and if they could pull it off, then possibly they could get rid of Colonel Armstrong without killing many of his comrades that were just following orders. “I don’t need a day to think about it”, said Jake, putting the pistol in his holster. He rounded out his weapons with a collapsible baton and a K-Bar. “I’m in.” Then he looked over at Collins and Joseph. “Last chance man. This isn’t your war… neither of you have to go.”
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Post by coolkid on Jan 24, 2012 21:10:02 GMT -5
Joseph was still tapping on his riot shield when a larger man came in with an a companion of sorts. This man looked really familiar to Joe, but he couldn't pick out who it was. The man next to him looked like a bodyguard, which would mean the larger man would have to be someone of some significance.
Finally though the man spoke, and it would turn out Joe's judgment was correct. It was an important person, a senator. Joe was never really into politics, so that's why he didn't recognize this man on sight.
This senator though was going to help Jake get in though. The senator also wanted that commander dead. That commander must really suck if so many want him or must be really an ass.
Joe wasn't really surprised when Jake accepted the offer. It was a great offer seeing as they both wanted the commander dead.
After Jake spoke Joesph chuckled slightly before speaking again. "Hell, You've put me through a demon gas station, a terrible hotel, B.O.W.s, and more zombies than I have seen for awhile, well I'd be dead before I say no to continuing this little voyage, I'm in," Joesph said still with a slight chuckle.
Joe stood up straight, and cracked his neck. He was done fiddling with his riot shield, and he was ready to go.
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