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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 12, 2010 0:21:22 GMT -5
The soldiers stopped at the head of Sunset Hills. The houses were large, opulent. The few remaining vehicles were the loud, large, luxury behemoths that they had heard so much about. Brezhnev chuckled as the four men carrying the ammo crates placed them open in the street. The other six soldiers resupplied themselves, as Brezhnev placed his hands on his hips.
"Behold, Comrades...." he said, gesturing to the houses, "the natural habitat of the West!" Brezhnev spat at the ground at this acclamation. The soldiers looked on disdainfully at the houses.
"Let us see just how sturdy these vehicles are, shall we?" Brezhnev asked, as he pulled the pin from a grenade and rolled it underneath a nearby Hummer. The grenade went off with a resounding explosion, igniting the remaining fuel in the vehicles gas tank, destroying the large eye sore.
"Just about as sturdy as the ones in the city proper." Brezhnev chuckled through the continuing explosions coming from the blazing vehicle. The ten soldiers laughed, as they checked their weapons and began to move down the street.
Tupolov watched as his comrades enjoyed themselves. They blowing up cars, causing all sorts of racket, trying to draw out anyone or anything that they could just kill. He shook his head sorrowfully. The Union had become a mere shadow of what its intentions were supposed to be. It was supposed to protect those who had been left behind. it was supposed to rebuild the glory of the Motherland. It was supposed to bring back the balance that the world once knew and abided by. Now they were nothing but a bunch of blood thirsty, angry, lost children, seeking one last taste of conflict and war before death called them away from this place.
"We will help you!" one of the soldiers shouted in broken English. "We are your friends!"
The soldier laughed at his acclamation, as yet another grenade went off, this time blowing up a dog house.
As the soldiers moved up the street, the four ammo carriers followed. They lobbed a grenade every so often, but it was important that they keep near the group.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 12, 2010 1:33:34 GMT -5
Jonathan had began his treck toward his old home to get his plan into action when he heard an explosion in the distance. He quickly turned around to look down the street to find the source and could see a flaming vehicle in the distance. He knew very well that vehicles didn't explode by themselves and he took it upon himself to draw both of his pistols as he slowly started walking toward the burning wreckage.
Yet another explosion...there were no undead around, but he could make out a small army of men making their way down the street. He looked closer...their insignia...their accents...Russians, "Great. This is precisely what I needed just moments away from never having to return to this place again. D**n it!" He turned to look at the house, but knew there was no time. He had to stop the insane Russians, otherwise his plan wouldn't work at all.
He stepped out from around the corner in full-view of the men. He kept his weapons to his side and slowly began walking down the street. As he looked over the men's armaments, there wasn't really much that could harm him, though a well-placed grenade or RPG could make life a bit more difficult for sure.
"Why don't you all just board the first plane back to Moscow...or at least leave the area you are in now," Jonathan yelled at them, centering his attention on their leader, "I don't care if you destroy this city or not, but I have business here that you really don't want to interfere with - believe me. It will get ugly...for you, that is." He knew that they weren't backing down, but it felt unsporting to not at least warn them before bullets went flying.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 2:55:04 GMT -5
The second a boom was heard in the distance, Joey instantly jumped to his feet, and ran for the stairs. It took him only seconds to climb up onto the rooftop to see what was going on far, far down the street. He didnt have any binoculars with him, so faces of recognition was impossible. About six blocks down the Sunset Hills, another two, three, four blasts could be heard. He was no expect, but they sounded like military frag grenades, as appose to C4 or home made. As the blasts stopped, he could see the very, very vague images of people in the distance of the orange horizon. Obviously some military soldiers trying to exterminate the infected, when really all they were doing was making noise. "Thats gonna draw the attention of every walker in Sunset Hills..." This could work his his advantage, the only question was whether or not he would be able to get Raine out of there or not, it would take a well thought out escape plan if it was going to happen.
But he didnt have time for that, Joey wasnt ever someone with patience. He got it from his father. Climbing back into the window, he nearly jumped down the staircase, and ran into the living room. He leaned down to Raines side, and then spoke out one last time, for an efforts sake. "Lemme tell you something... If your gonna wake up, nows the time. Raine, please, just wake up. Dont make me do the same thing you did for me years ago..." Without a reply, Joey knew she was out of it, but he wasnt going to get leave her here. Within minutes, he had brought up sledge hammer from the basement, and was ready swing it towards the back entrance. It was then that he heard the infected banging away at the barricades. Looks like it was too late, they were stuck in here. At least until the commotion outside settled down and the walkers away.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 3:34:58 GMT -5
A thud could be felt through the floor, looking around herself in confusion as to what it might be. Alex lifted the visor from her eye; it had felt like something had collided with the wall outside, but at a terrible force. Crawling over to the window and lifting the curtain up a fraction, a cascade of orange shot upwards from several blocks away; half a dozen more followed suit like some sort of destructive musical score, "Bloody hell," the girl whispered as she watched colours bloom.
More directly an issue was how Mr. Black seemed to be taking an interest in the explosions. Absurd; no one naturally moves 'towards' an explosion, but how it hindered Alex catching a ride out of town was even more annoying, "Where the hell is he-?" silently cursing the trench cost as it flapped around the corner.
Any number of things could happen between now and when he got back; namely the target could escape. Alex had to do something, 'See, this is why I ask for info on what I'm about to do,' the urge to complain couldn't be held, 'If something happens, someone has to run off, more precisely the person who holds all of the information, and I'm left here with no idea what I'm up against or what I should do,' she grimaced while taking a hold of the knife stabbed into the floor again, 'Way to go Mr. John Matrix,'
Visor back on. Alex followed the moving signature as it reentered the room below her; waiting intently for the target to stop moving. It wasn't until Alex's eyes were burning into the back of his neck when she squeezed the handle.
An electric current shot out to detonate the blasting caps, explosive coursing downwards splintering the floorboards and shredding insulation. Alex fell through the floor with the millions of splinters, arms out with syringe in her left hand and tackling the man to the ground.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 3:57:57 GMT -5
Having tosses the sledge hammer to the ground against a wall, Joey walked to the center of the living room. With one hand on the waistline of his sweatpants, he scratched his head with the other, weaving his fingers through his long hair, adjusting his headband. Pulling out the handgun form his pants, he put it back in, knowing that he wouldnt be able to get them all with only eight shots, and he needed to save the ammunition. Whatever was going on outside had went a little more quiet now, they were pretty far away to begin with. But not that the infected knew Joey was inside the house, it might even take another day before they all moved on.
Just then, a small explosion was heard above him, and in the quick event, Joey was taken to the ground by somebody or something. Grabbing the arm of whoever it was to prevent them from grabbing with him both hands, he seen the syringe, and quickly thrust his knee upward and behind him. It was a woman, didnt seem infected, but was obviously hostile. The woman was knocked onto the floor a few feet behind him, and Joey rolled onto his stomach with the 9mm aimed towards the position. But as quickly as it happened, there was nobody there. Standing to his feet with the gun still aimed strong, Joey switched focus to the hallway, where he thought the woman was. His curiousity willed him to speak out, to question, but his experience halted him dead silent.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 4:17:15 GMT -5
Blinded by her own goddamn fringe after receiving a rock hard kneecap to the chest; Alex watched the syringe fly away from her and disappear into the shadows beneath a dresser, 'Sh*t!' crash landing at the opposite side of the room herself. The PI kicked off from the ground, a feel of the architecture dictated that doorway was close to her. The target would be on the offensive now and it made more sense to get out of his way before being at the spearhead of it.
Practically tiptoeing in her sprint, she leaped over the tail of the staircase handrail aiming for the next doorway leading into what appeared to be a dining room landing into a slide, stopping short of colliding into a hard oak chair. Surprisingly her right hand still clutched her Vishnu Mirage, making Alex wish she had chosen to hold the syringe in her other hand before the prestige. What marvelous luck.
He'd been quick; the girl wasn't sure what training the target had but it seemed he had some method of CQC conditioning to fend off a blade expert such as herself. She would need to be certain he wouldn't retaliate next time.
Pro-9 drawn, knife pressed up against the pistol grip so that Alex held the combination with both hands. She crossed the bench threshold from moving between the dining room and the kitchen, another door leading out into the same hall she had escaped through. The PI crouched down beside an oversize chrome refrigerator, waiting at the frame of the doorway.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 4:39:51 GMT -5
The hell is this, some sort of BOW? No, seemed almost too human to be one of them, and too smart to be a looter. Joey thought to himself, as he made his way across the living room into the hallway. He was unsure of which was the woman went, but with the bottom floor entrances blocked off, that would mean they probably tried for the top floor, where they probably entered from the window. Silently making his way down the hallway to the staircase, Joey passed by the dining room, but was quickly set off balance by a knife slash to his forarm. Balance disrupted, his grip was bent upwards, and a quick kick to the stomach knocked the breath out of him as he fell backwards onto the floor from the impact.
Before getting the chance back up to his feet, the woman appeared into the hallway, holding the gun down toward him. Joey just held his arm tightly, gritting his teeth at looking at the woman. Whoever she was, she looked professional. At this point, it was obvious what she was here for, but only two people would even think of looking for him here. Still, he chose not to sputter out a question, not even open his mouth, just wait for the woman to make her move. If she was going to kill him, she wouldve done so already. She wanted answers, it could be seen in her eyes, but both of them were quiet, just staring eachother down, waiting for the other to do something.
A loud bang could I heard from the boarded up window not far down the hallway, and Joey glanced over to see it rattle from the impact. Whatever was going on, whatever this woman was here for, wasnt the only thing that mattered right now. That gunshot would bring all of those walkers in the area this way now, and would swarm the house in minutes. Joey had to say something, ask a question? No, he had to give the truth to the situation. "This isnt the first time he had a gun pointed at me, and it wont be the last. Mustve done something to deserve it, right? But it also isnt the first time ive been trapped inside a house with infected all around it, and unless we so something soon, itll be the last time. Either of us deserve to die like this..."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 5:17:52 GMT -5
Deserve it...
Alex grabbed the target from the scruff of his collar and lifted him up, half dragging and carrying him back into the living room. She pushed him up against the dresser with the muzzle of her Pro-9 buried under his chin, crouching down to pick up the dropped syringe, 'I have a conscience,' the girl thought to herself while biting the cap off of the needle and spitting it to the side, holding the tip to the vein below the man's ear.
"You've got until the guy from the Matrix is finished fending off whatever is making those explosions out there to convince me not to inject this anesthetic," the PI proposed; how much of a fair deal it was depended on how quickly Mr. Black could scrub out a firebug, "I'm more inclined to be biased in this situation, as I'm very sick of Raccoon City..." why the hell was a trench coat assassin like John Matrix outside so interested in this average Joe? Alex looked over at the girl lying on the sofa, very much unconscious, "Who is she," returning her attention to the man.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 5:50:45 GMT -5
With the woman pinning him against the shelf, Joey kept a tight grip on his arm, and didnt bother resisting. With what she just told him, this whole thing seemed like an even more tricky scene than he had originally thought. The man from the Matrix? Somebody trying to kill him, knowing exactly where he was, it all started to make sense. Maybe he was jumping to a quick conclusion, but right now the woman wanted answers, and Joey was prepared to give her some. But firstly, she questioned the woman laying on the couch, and with respect to his position, he responded with that answer now. "Shes a close friend of mine, Raine something. Cant blame me for not remembering that. We met during the original outbreak, and names arent important when your trying to survive day to day. Before you ask, I dunno whats wrong with her, im just trying to lay low until these walkers leave, which doesnt seem to happening anytime soon. Not with those explosions..."
Maybe Joey spent more time thinking about other matters, and he was avoiding this womans original threat from the start. Truth be told, he wasnt slightest bit scared. Having a paper cut on his arm and a gun to his head was just the start of a rough day for him, it could get even worse if they didnt reinforce those barricades. But the more she can trust him, the easier doing so will be. "...Hes a friend of mine. I really dont wanna be the one to tell you this, given the situation im in right now, but hes just using you get to me. Probably too much of a coward to come visit me himself, id say..."
The infected outside had started to gather even more no, and the more of them there were, the easier it will be for them to break inside here. They smell blood, too, and are even more ravage then before. Joeys eyes went back to Raine laying on the couch, he was worried about her. But then his eyes went back the womans serious glare. "...Im nobody important, just somebody eating away at that mans temper. Just let me up and help me secure this place. Hell, ill even play dead for you if we can reinforce those windows."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 6:11:08 GMT -5
There was zero trust towards Johnny outside, Alex held whatever he said with a grain of salt; that didn't instantly mean she trusted this man though. Mr. Black said the girl wouldn't be hurt so the weight in handing this guy over wouldn't bare so much; she wasn't really convinced he was a nobody, at least not to the trench coat outside.
She backed off, holstering her sidearm and picking up the cap to place over the needle. In the end, whichever person had the most of her attention, the syringe would be the decider, "That coward made it clear he could do this just as easily on his own. With or without me. I'm only doing this for a quick ride out of town," snapping her grappling hook off of her under harness and aiming it back through the hole she had made, "He also doesn't want you dead. I don't know if that means anything..." the man seemed convinced she was sent here to kill him, that raised her intrigue bar a little higher.
Hook-shot off, the fizzing of the motor in the mechanism halting once the grapple dug into the plaster of the second floor roof. The clink of iron suggested it had grabbed a hold of re-bar as well. Alex ascended through the hole, disconnecting the grapple once her feet were firmly placed on the carpet, and opened the window leading onto the veranda roof overhang. Underneath her coat were two cylindrical pouches, pulling a suppressor free. It felt frail, close to breaking point but still remotely effective enough. Alex screwed it into the flash break of her Browning, lying on her stomach over and hanging over the roof, she began work on dispatching carriers.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 6:55:17 GMT -5
Jonathan wanted him alive? Maybe this was all part of his plan, to turn him into some sort of experiment. Who knows, nothing made sense anymore. One thing was certain, he wasnt going to let the infected break in here, not today. Without any regard for the gash on his arm, Joey moved back to the kitchen and lifted up the six boards and the toolbox. Going from one window the the other, he added another board or two into the barricade, adding more protection. Even with a massive amount of weight pushing against it, the boards were holding tight. It would take a lot more then a zombie to break though.
Something else was on his mind though. He wasnt sure if he should be thinking of a way out of this place with Raine, or siting tight in the house. However the woman got in, it mustve been with that grapping hook, something he didnt have any access too. The roof to this place wasnt easy to climb, certainly not with any amount of undead around. But if Jonathan really was in Sunset Hills, he wouldnt have a problem getting in. Whether or not the woman knows his true power is another question.
Walking back to the living room to check up on Raine, Joey had noticed blood on the floor. It looked fresh, which concerned him a little. Then he remembered the gash in his arm, so much on his mind he forgot to feel pain. Maybe it was worse then he expected, if the womans knife hadnt been clean. Slowly moving upstairs, Joey wandered into the bathroom, and flipped on the water, nothing. Pulling open the medicine cabinate, he found there was nothing left in it, not even a box of bandaids. Walking back down the steps, Joey pulled out his knife, and then grabbed the sweater from Raine. He cut off the left arm from the clothing, and then placed it back over her the best he could. Using the strip of material, he tightened it around the wound, in hopes of a better seal then nothing.
With that, Joey moved into the dining room, and picked up his gun from the floor, and then held onto it. Only seven shots now, thats all. Maybe hed have to take a trip to Arklay after this, check in with his old man. See if hes still alive, though doubtfully he wouldve let that happen. Even if ammunition was running low, especially since most of it was sold in 2010, there would be more 9mm rounds. Thats all he needed, more ammunition. The knife got him through, but conventional ammo usually measured your life out on the streets. What he would do for his rifle, too. All Joey could do now is wait and see how things turn out, maybe even catch a little shuteye. Another explosion could be heard in the distance, maybe even a little closer this time. He eyes shot open, and then he lightly set his head against the armrest next to Raine.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Dec 12, 2010 15:35:44 GMT -5
As the explosions rang out, a man stepped from around the corner and confronted the soldiers. The man kept his weapons at his side as he walked down the street towards them. The Russian soldiers laughed, as they brought their rifles up and aimed at him. Brezhnev held up his hand, signaling the men to hold their fire.
"Why don't you all just board the first plane back to Moscow...or at least leave the area you are in now," the man yelled at them, centering his attention on their leader, "I don't care if you destroy this city or not, but I have business here that you really don't want to interfere with - believe me. It will get ugly...for you, that is."
Brezhnev's eye narrowed at the mention of Moscow. He clenched his fist as he and his men stood their ground.
"Moscow abandoned us..." Brezhnev said in English to the man. "And if you believe that we wish to merely destroy this city, then you are sorely mistaken...."
Brezhnev took a good, hard look at the man and a realization came to his eyes....something that angered him even more than the fact that this man was ordering him and his men to flee like whipped dogs.
"I know you." Brezhnev growled.
"Sir?" Tupolov asked, as he looked at the man.
"This man worked for the people that brought about this wonderful world we live in now." Brezhnev chuckled. The men who were laughing suddenly stopped and took combat stances, no longer nonchalantly holding their rifles at the man, but now holding them in a serious manner. "Comrades....we all know what it is we do with Umbrella scum....what we do with people who developed the means to our new lives.....what our reason for living is?"
Brezhnev smiled at the man as he brought up his Makarov and aimed it at the man.
"Why do we make war?" Brezhnev asked his men.
"To live in peace." they responded. Brezhnev pulled the trigger on the Makarov.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Dec 12, 2010 18:25:51 GMT -5
Jonathan had two choices: he could allow the bullet to hit him and make the Russians think that they won, or he could move out of the way and run over to them and kill them all before they even knew what had happened. Naturally, he chose the first - he loved messing with people's heads moreso than just killing them.
The bullet hit Jonathan squarely in his chest. It caused some pain, of course, but a mere bullet wasn't enough to kill Jonathan, but he sold it and fell backward to the ground. He laid there for a moment listening as the Russians cheered in seeming victory. Jonathan only smirked. He allowed some of the men to come closer to assess the damage before he slowly stood to his feet and looked at the shocked Russians, "Bullets? Mere bullets....I'm afraid that bullets aren't going to work on me, boys...but they will you!"
Jonathan, in a blur, drew his two pistols and fired at the two men that had come forward, sending them to the ground. He then looked up at the others with a smirk and taunted them, "That's two - your men won't survive this, general. I will only ask you to leave ONE more time...otherwise, I will kill you all were you stand."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 12, 2010 22:25:49 GMT -5
Rolling onto her back, feeling the grey roof tile massage her spine; A moment of reflection occurred for Alex as she reloaded, swapping magazines maybe a little more casually than anybody else would prefer. Just looking up at the dark orange clouds and incandescent flashes of elements from all around the city, explosions and high powered gunfire, brightening its tone. What a mess she had gotten herself into.
The resounding shlack of releasing the slide catch of reloading complete; Alex held it to her chest for a second, closing her eyes. She was so tired and only wanted to wake up in her apartment back in Chicago again.
Looking back over the roof of the veranda; the undead mob had dispersed a little, trailing around the wall of the house to find another way in. The guy inside must have reinforced the entrances well enough; blood and smears covered the doors and windows. The carcasses of dispatched carriers lied in piles around the front door and decking of the veranda; normally you would burn them immediately afterward, but Alex got the impression the target inside didn't want to hang around here for life.
Gun shots went off, following where the explosions occurred. Three rounds were let loose; Alex didn't hear much after that. A short encounter, uncertain if anyone had been killed but safe to assume that someone had died after three shots. The PI ignored the scenario, fight back the urge to assist the trench coat man; her best interests were to keep an eye on the target and this girl.
Climbing back through the window, Alex approached the hole in the floor and crouched down, her suppressed pistol still snug in one hand, "Start by telling me your name," she spoke in a more warm and casual manner, like two strangers meeting for the first time.
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Post by Winters on Dec 12, 2010 23:08:02 GMT -5
The gunshots had only reassured him that the commotion was far enough away to be out of his comfort zone. If it was Jonathan, a few gunshots were all he needed to hear to know whether or not he missed. And if its one thing Joey learned, its that the man doesnt miss, unintentionally anyways. He could feel his arm begin to tremble, not from fear, but from anxiety. The two of them would see face to face soon enough, and with Joey being trapped in this house, it was unavoidable. He was waiting for him to show up sooner or later, its never expected when he does so, always waiting for the last moment to surprise him.
Thats when a creek was heard near the hole in the ceiling above him, and then woman showing her face again after a few minutes, maybe longer. She asked him for a name, but Joey was beyond giving out that sort of information. Not that he was afraid of letting her know who he was, but that it didnt matter in the end, a name means nothing in a time like this. Just something to associate a face with, and if that makes things run smoother, then maybe it was best he cut the to the chase early and just give it up. "Joey... Was a cop fourteen years ago, but it didnt last long. As of then, ive been just making it day to day, in my house up in the mountains. Safer up there for the most part. I come into the city for food and supplies, and business every now and then. This time I had a lead on her whereabouts, but by the time I got to her..."
Joey paused, assuming the woman would be able to understand the rest. Raine had changed, she wasnt the person she was years ago, and as of right now, she was just dead weight slowing him down. But she meant more then that to him, and if getting her out of the city alive meant confronting Jonathan, than thats exactly what he plans to do. This world is nothing more then a place that nobody will ever understand, only try to fit in best as possible, and try not to get themselves killed in the process. Joey has made plenty of choices in the past, and none of them involve him making them again this time around. "...Shes a close friend of mine, im just trying to get her out of the city. Shes not infected, wouldve turned by now, but I cant catch a break long enough to figure it out until im back in the mountains. So she goes where I go, even if I have to carry her wherever that may be..."
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