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Post by Mr.Revenge on Nov 18, 2008 21:05:42 GMT -5
Akin to a grassland with a bit of desert thrown in for good measure, you could call this a huge flat surface with grass in some areas and sand in others. If your going to come here, be prepared. Monsters roam it seemingly endlessly, looking for some fresh meat.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 7, 2009 21:06:11 GMT -5
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Post by Mikey on Apr 8, 2009 1:40:22 GMT -5
Scott had already had the sound suppressor screwed to the end of his barrel when he had left the ship. He usually kept it on by default on all of his weapons. Silence was something that could be used anywhere, sometimes in a full on fire fight. The loud retort of a firearm was something to be used tactically, such as creating a distraction or funneling enemies a certain way.
The bolt slamming foreward to send a round out and slamming back to load a new round into the receiver made more noise than the gunshots themselves as Scott sent single rounds down range into perfect headshots on the undead hostiles. He discharged several rounds while the other members of the team started up their own fire patterns and made short work of the threat.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 8, 2009 22:19:35 GMT -5
As soon as the 9 zombies were down, relatively without any hassle. They had had enough suppressed weapons that didn't need to attract any more attention then they did with the helicopter. The team quickly set up a perimeter, and then split up, several Loki members combining with the C.I.A support team in order to offload all of their equipment from onboard the massive MH-53J Pave low III helicopter. They had been so crunched up inside, sharing room with all of their cargo, that many of them had been sitting on cargo. Within a few moments, the entire helicopter was offloaded, and it took off. The rain continued, and then the C.I.A team took control in order to coordinate the consolidation of their position on the ranch.
The C.I.A team directed them to shove all of their weapons, military gear, food supplies, ammunition, etc. into the Ranch house, and then to go to the nearby barnhouse(where the formerly proud and successful ranch had corrawled their prize winning horses, and then dopped down the crates that would be used to install their transmistters and s**t up. Then they shoved the last of their electronics into the basement with the crates of supplies left over after they stocked up the actual house with ammunition and weapons. This allowed them to hastily make a stand in the house, and fall back in case of an airstrike and fight it out with what remaining supplies they had stashed away in the basement. They then ran a land line up from the basement to the barnhouse to connect the land line. They then finished unpacking stuff, and started setting everything up and getting the ELINT equipment and capability of their safehouse operational.
Then two modified GAZ-2975 Russian Humvee-type vehicles were driven up to the ranch, which then drove up to the two car garage that was near the house and barn. One GAZ-2975 parked itself, and then the driver stepped out to get into the garage and drive the civilian car inside out, which he then parked. The man got back into the GAZ-2975 and the two of them drove the heavily modified GAZ-2975's into the garage, parking them. Mihailov looked out the window and watched as the two delivery men got out of the GAZ-2975's that the Jormugand had gotten off of the black market, and then turns and growls
Joseph, handle those two. Dispose of them. And dispose of the civilian car as well. And disguise the treads if you can. Theres no cars or on this property, and these men were never here.
D**n this ranch was big, it was a home of a big Russian oil Oligarch, and showed where all of their oil revenue went.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 10, 2009 3:41:18 GMT -5
"Yes sir." Joseph said coldly, breaking from the group and walking toward the men. They waved at him with smiles on their faces, expecting a big payday. Normally, they would have been right. He waved them over to a slightly secluded part of the ranch. At least, a bit where none of the others could see. He didnt know who exactly was allowed to see this and who wasnt. So many...new comers.
He reached behind him like he was reaching for a wallet or checkbook and came out with a knife. It was Russian made, something he wasnt happy about. He wished he would have been able to keep his old one. The one that had served him well for years. Who had been both a tool of survival, a weapon of stealth, or an object of blitz. As this one was now. The first man grabbed at his throat as blood started to spurt. The second made a move for his gun in a cross draw shoulder holster. His only mistake. Had it been a normal hip holster, he may have gotten a shot off.
Scott grabbed him by the arm, locking it against his chest, and stabbed him three quick times in the stomach. The man started to scream out in pain but was inturupted by the blade jammed in his throat. When both men were on the ground, Scott checked himself for blood. Nothing. Perfect.
He wiped his knife clean on one of the men's jacket and went out to get the car. A late model sedan. Clean, save for the mud on its outside from the wet dirt, and in good condition. Scott felt worse about having to dump this perfectly good car than the two men he had just killed. He parked it on the other side of the shed, where he had taken the men, and deposited their bodies in the trunk. From there, he drove out on the path about a quarter of a mile until he found a cliff. He parked it about five feet from the edge and put it in neutral. It started to roll foreward slightly.
Ever calmly, Scott climbed out of the car, no seatbelt to catch onto him, and walked to the back. With one good push, the car started to roll faster until it went over the edge into a river below. He watched it go over, just to make sure it didnt snag on something. It didnt.
He started to look for a tree branch that would serve his purpose, and when he did he started histrek back to the ranch. The branch was scraped across the ground to disguise the wheel marks the car had left and how own footprints. When the whole branch had passed by the marks, there was no evidence anything had ever passed.
He got to the farm and made a quick run around it to cover the foot prints of all the people and military vehicals that had passed through. When it was a huge mess with no discernable prints, he walked inside out of the cold. Looking around for Mihailov, he walked past him and wispered for no one to hear but him "Done." After that, he started to go about setting up the comm equipment.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 20, 2009 19:15:14 GMT -5
Garret Mihailov silently(and quite creepily) watched Joseph work from the porch of the ranch house, his Russian federation Spetsnaz style fatigues and Balaclava concealing his identity. He looked as creepy and cold as you would imagine a man who was supervising POW's burying their fallen comrades by force would look as he watched Joseph sweep the vehicle tracks. Mihailov kept to himself that it was going to be a d**n pain to do that every time they had to use the vehicles or walk around, instead opting to maintain his statue like silent pose.
As Joseph finished up and started walking toward the building, Mihailov turned, opened the door, and stepped inside, returning to his spot to look out the window again, merely nodding as Joseph whispered to him that he was done. Captain Jack Penkin shot a wary glance at the exchange between the two "Loki" team members, cleared his throat, and then spoke up once the two were finished, and said
Alright men... and women. We are ready. X-ray, you will head to Kargopol and make contact local Federation remnant resistance forces. Echo and Omni team will deploy and search the surrounding countryside in search of targets of opportunity. Our C.I.A support team will stay here, along with their security team. x-ray, you'll have access to one of our vehicles. X-ray, expect a large UoP and RFR presence in the area, so pack accordingly. These are our initial operations people--- we plan to be here for a very, very, very long time, so expect follow up operations. Hearts and minds, hearts and minds. We need to make friends here, otherwise we won't be staying here for very long, and we won't be getting very much cooperation from the locals. If anything goes bad, this is our primary rally point. If things go according to plan, Kargopol and Arkhangelsk will become secondary rally points, for either an over land escape to N.A.T.O forces or an overseas escape to Norway. Have anything to add Mihailov?
Garret Mihailov shook his head, opting instead to merely say with his raspy voice
Anyone can kill someone, but you can't get intel from a corpse. Keep yourselves alive, get your intel, conceal your identity, and let the captured live. Hearts and minds. If they don't think they'll die they'll surrender faster. Drop your c**ks and grab your socks, move out team by team. X-ray get the f**k out of my house now.
Garret seemed to be snide when he said "hearts and minds". Mihailov ended the paragraph in a way that said to X-ray team "grab your s**t as fast as you can and get into the field now, I'm going to count to...". X-ray geared up and went outside, jumping into the Russian equivelant of Humvee's(modified to have a PKM machine gun pointing out the passenger windshield and out the back, along with the side windows modified to be firing ports. Both of the GAZ-2975's had AGS-30's mounted on top for additional firepower.
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Post by DoA on Apr 27, 2009 16:56:00 GMT -5
Our C.I.A support team will stay here, along with their security team.
-Leaving them behind then...- Anna stood listening with her cap pulled down the shadow concealed her eyes from view as a few blonde streaks dropped down by her face. It was important though, defending the supplies made sure everyone on the team was equiped and not caught wanting, sure it was a graveyard job but no-one really wanted to admit it within the CIA; they weren't too happy with handling the undead threat and Anna knew it.
Looking at the man running this show Anna couldn't help but get a chill, he spoke like he had been into Hell and found it comfortable, a real leader without any of that diluted crap. Made for a motivation that he was here; you screw up and Anna was guessing that it wouldn't be unnoticed.
Turning to a member of the CIA team she tilted her head up as she reached to her waist, checking her gun she checked the magazine, barrel, sight, slide, load, chamber the first round. Game time.
Heading into the barnyard to get her mind cleared before heading out she was greeted by the sight of the other agents, they were getting everything stores so there'd be no screw ups. Lending a hand get a crate into position Anna looked around at the equipment.
"I guess home's where you make it...." she muttered to herself, not really feeling the warmth of the words herself. Looking to a CIA team member she nodded a little, there was no point making friends here because friends can easily become the thing at the end of the barrel, with these flesh eating monsters it was so much easier to make that call without knowing the former person.
Just as she felt a little calmer about this one of the team dropped something; ammo.
"Motherf- ALRIGHT! Get those back in and check them for anything missing." Anna desperately didn't want this to become a screw up for her, even if it meant getting a little mad at an honest mistake. She walked to the guy who dropped it, he looked down so she sighed in frustration, "That's number one. You only get one here from now on..."
Kneeling down to collect up the magazines with two others Anna looked at the other teams preparing to go, expecting a few not to come back.
Walking out of the barnyard she stood looking back at some of the agents, they looked pretty green to this thing, the whole zombie problem wasn't something that had effected EVERYONE in the world. Looking for other members of the x-ray squad Anna folded her arms and kept them close to her body for warmth, Anna was quickly finding that she didn't like Russia.
Heading to the vehicle she sat in one of the front seats, leaning back and looking out through the windshield Anna was now simply waiting on the rest of the team.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 29, 2009 20:36:50 GMT -5
Scott listened to the polite suggestions laid out by the Odin member, and then the real orders given by Mihailov. Kind of like listening to a referee in a game and then to your team leader. The ref didnt mean jack, just outlined the rules. The leader was the real person to be listened to.
As soon as the order for xray to move out, Scott calmly walked out of the house and to one of the Russian vehicals. He'd had training on this model before he even joined the TFP, and found it no trouble to get it started and in gear while he waited for it to fill up. Hell, he had training in just about everything. He could drive about any car or boat, pilot any chopper or plane or jet, anything. If it had the potential to be moved, he could make it move.
The back seats as well as the top crew serve were filled, thankfully, with his teamates. The passenger seat, just next to him however, was filled with one of the CIA members. s***...
Taking a quick moment to check his clothes for stray specks of blood that would give him away to a trained CIA agent, he silently sighed in relief as he found none. Looking over at her for a moment, he noticed that she was going to be working the front crew serve. Oh hell...did she even know how to use it? Best not ask and **** her off with the implication that she didnt know what she was doing.
"Kargopol it is." He said, more to his friends in the back than to the new gal in the front as the vehical reved up and took off down the road.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 30, 2009 18:29:48 GMT -5
The raspy voice of Garret Mihailov suddenly filtered in quietly(yet loud enough to be heard by everyone)from the communications and computer gear haphazardly squished inside in the back of the GAZ with the rest of the occupants
Triangle. Head north to Onega bay, then resume heading to Kargopol. You were never at the ranch. You landed at Onega.
Same old same old. Cliche. Nothing new. Scott Joseph said back
Affirmative.
They had never been there, that was the story, and when Mihailov told you your story, you'd better d**n stick to it. The GAZ rumbled onto an unpaved country road, rural countryside zipping by them at a rapid speed. Grassland as far as you could see, cultivated into an agricultural zone. The GAZ passed by a roadside pub, its neon lights long dead and dim, its door hanging on its hinges, blood visibly splattered on the doorway(To those with their N.V.G's on), and the howl of a wolf that reminded all of just had far the world had gone down. Yet here they were living up to human nature ever to the end, fighting, backstabbing, and killing the others in a lose-lose competition to "win" dominance over the others... even as the advancing hordes of the should-be-deads marches onward and the man-made hell expands ever more. The roof gunner hissed into his headset
Trio of unknowns on foot. Approx. 100 yards. Armed and possibly dangerous. Holding fire until fired upon.
They all silently agreed to keep "weapons tight" and not fire until they are sure if they're a threat or not. Although the GAZ zipped past the trio at a blazing speed, they were able to recognize hunting rifles and several rag tag woodsmen easily--- they sure as hell didn't look military, and thats about all that mattered to them. THEY looked military, and so those woodsmen knew by instinct to not nose around where there noses would be cut off. The encounter reminded all of them that this was no black and white kill-kill-they're-hostile mission--- not that they needed reminding. After a long 45 minute drive, the GAZ finally turned left onto a PAVED road, the bumpy rough drive turning smoother and more bearable. It was now 1:23 AM, and still pitch black. The paved road was going to lead just about straight to Kargopol, only requiring them when they got to the end of it to turn right(instead of left) and head for half a kilometer to get into Kargopol.
However, that might not be the smartest option. It was up to the team now. The roof gunner checked his AGS-30 out of anxiety, knowing that once they hit paved roads--- the sign of civilization--- it was indian country. They were now entering the warzone. Union of patriots, hostile and desperate survivors, wandering B.O.W packs, Russian federation remnant forces, Russian mob enclaves... Everything that may and can kill you in Russia was there. They were now entering the "Red zones", as the N.A.T.O and T.F.P were coming to call them. At any moment, bullets could start flying.
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Post by thegunny on May 1, 2009 23:46:15 GMT -5
OOC: "QuicK" post to update the situations on the other teams
Garret Mihailov and team Echo, the only "Loki" team deployed in the operation with no Odin intelligence operatives present, continued rolling down following the railroad that they had found in hopes of finding possibly the military depot they were coming from. They had checked the list of targets N.A.T.O had reported that they needed handled, and had confirmed that it was being used to supply the enemies front lines. Mihailov sat in the passenger seat, his arms and hands resting on the coaxial aiming out the side, and quietly thought for a moment on their options. They could blow up these train tracks. They could follow them. Or they could wait for a train to come, and either blow it up or hijack it. After thinking, Mihailov decided to choose the third one, and use the 1st one later. Maybe even use the train to take option two. Mihailov growled
Alright boys. Park it here, on the tracks. O-Riley, stay in the driver seat. If they don't stop, pull off of the train tracks.
The driver pulled the GAZ over onto the tracks horizontally, stopped, and got out, O-Riley climbing down from the gunners mount to settle down into the drivers seat as everyone dismounted. The area around them was a sparsely wooded plain, utterly uncultivated. There was a ditch to their left, and nothing but grassland as far as they could see to the right. They used N.V.G binoculars to confirm they were alone and that there weren't Russian forces in the vicinity(Although there were wandeirng wildlife/B.O.W's they saw). Mihailov checked his silenced Vz.58 to make sure it was ready, checked his KS-23 to make sure it was ready, and then checked his MP443, and decided he was ready for what ever the unfortuante next train that came through here through at them. The man who had been manning the rear machine gun got up into the gunner mount, and the former Driver and Mihailov walked down about 7-8 yards from the GAZ down the tracks, making it look like a traffic stop, fanning out on the two opposite sides of the track. The driver had an RPO-M and RPG-32(with an anti tank warhead and a reload for it) on hand and nothing else but his PP-2000. He had them slung over onto his back to make it seem like he was carrying them just in case, and had his PP-2000 out. They didn't expect to be here long before the next train came. They hadn't seen a train coming for the past hour they'd driven along that street, and they knew that this was a majorly used railroad. Without a doubt, a train would show up soon... it was just a waiting game now. ---------------------------------------------------- Captain Penkin and his team had walked for the last half hour until they came across an old beat up pick up truck with gas and keys in it, that had apparently been an old ford that dated back to the 1950's, that wa sparked out front of a Russian farm house. Somehow the piece of junk was still running and "well maintained". They used it and went another half hour driving in it at high speed before it broke down, and crapped out on them. It didn't take but another 15 minutes though before their ELINT gear they were packing picked up radio frequencies and they stopped and waited. They then realized what they'd stumbled upon--- a Union of patriots allied airbase... and its com tower was very, very high traffic. The team stopped and gained their bearings with maps, and realized that the airbase was a rarity in the Russian steppes--- it had one hill near it, and was surrounded by a dense forest sprinkled with some abandoned sawmills/lumberhouses, and several surprisingly "paved" roads that led to the airbase. The team went to one of the sawmills, cleared it off several infected wild animals with their silenced firearms, and then shut themselves up inside, and waited. 30 minutes later it seemed like they had been unnoticed. They were about 2/3's of a kilometer away from the airbase, and were luckily right between the airbase communications tower and the west, where com-traffic was coming in from UoP front lines and Moscow. They settled down and began to monitor everything, recording and forwarding what they were recieving to the C.I.A support team, and then quieted down...
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Post by Mikey on May 2, 2009 7:44:32 GMT -5
The transition to a hard, paved road was a welcome one to everyone in the vehical. With the added weight from the guns and armor plating, the factory shocks in the bottom of the vehical went working too well. Needless to say, everyone had been feeling the ride. Less than a mile down the highway, Scott started to see a series of lights in the distance against the dark sky and pounding rain. Kargopol at last.
"Joseph here. Entering Kargopol. Maintaining radio silence." He spoke to the rest of the team through his radio, the last message that would be sent out for quite a while. The hummer-type vehical rolled up to a wall of men who seemed to know they were coming.
Men on all sides pointed guns at them as the Russian soldiers armed with AK-47's closed around and circled them. One of them tapped on the drivers side window, and Joseph reached for the handle slowly.
"Traps shut." He said to everyone in the hummer. He rolled the window down, and the man started to talk in Russian. Joseph replied in Russian, and the man seemed satisfied. He rolled the window back up and drove through the now clear way.
"Whatd you say?" One of the men in the back asked nonchalantly.
"Some BS about being part of the outpost down south, reassighned here." He said, the men slightly surprised that such a random and vauge lie had worked. Beauty of it was, they wernt going to be in a hurry to call down and verify it. By that time, the whole team would probably be back at the TFP base in Hawaii.
"All right. How many of you know Russian?" He asked. None of the men in back responded. "S***. How about you?" He asked. She had better speak it. She was supposed to be the one doing the talking. If not, they'd have to pull the 'she speaks through me' crap. Always annoying.
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Post by DoA on May 2, 2009 14:59:26 GMT -5
Anna wasn't perticularly enjoying the ride, she was the only girl on the team for sure, but the guys behind her seemed to be fine with her around, nothing could be worse with having someone tag along and not get along with the sqaud in any way. Looking across at Mikey Anna nodded, she knew about the Russian attitude to a woman being in any armed force, since the government lost a hold over the armed masses of civillians it was best to blend in and NOT stamp american authority everywhere.
"Da." She responded simply, taking off her cap and pulling a balaclava over her face Anna made sure that every strand of hair was hidden under the plain black fabric, hiding her cap under her seat (another custom that Russian's weren't keen on, the CIA). Reaching behind her she looked to one of the men, "Give me your flack jacket for a second."
"W-What?" The man obviously wasn't on the same wavelength.
"I promise, I'll give it back to you, its just until we get somewhere more friendly OK?" With that the solider unstrapped his flack jacket and handed it forwards. Sighing and leaning forwards in her seat Anna put it on, now covering any part of her that might flag up 'woman' about her appearence. Looking back again she saw one guy wearing reflective goggles; perfect, "lend me those," taking them from his hand she put them over her balaclava before relaxing back in her seat, glancing across at Mikey she smirked, "These Russian's aren't going to like a woman telling them what to do around here. You'll have to act like the boss around here, I'll make contact with the Federalists, if anyone asks you told me to do something."
As they neared the locations Anna was worried that too much trust had been put in her ability to get what the TFP wanted, but she'd do her best and then some.
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Post by Mikey on May 11, 2009 9:44:46 GMT -5
"Ok, you all know the drill. Make contact, play nice unless they know something is up. That happens, we shoot out way out and run like hell." He said simply. "Out. Stow your weapons, we're in 'friendly territory'." He said, stepping out and slinging his imitation AK over his shoulder. "All right." He said quietly so as to not draw attention to prying ears. "I'm going to jack a line to our tech boys from the communication center in this base. They'll listen on the down low and get us the info we need." He said, and motioned for them to follow.
They moves out in a fairly orderly fashion. As orderly as you could get in a temporary safe zone with gunfire and moans of hunfry zombies in the distance. But still, this area was quite fortified for being a warzone. Safe enough for the officers to hide and make plans to try and salvage the big f**king wreck of a situation they had on their hands. Moments passed as they walked through the area, looking for the command tent. It wasnt hard to spot, having a big f**king antenna sticking out of the top to relay messages or receive them.
Scott looked at one of the menbehind him and reached into a pocket of the bulky vest he was wearing. God, he hated this thing... He pulled free a small computer chip with a small spoke on one end and handed it off to the man. "Find a hole of any kind on the receiver box there and insert that spike into the hole." He said. The soldier took it and wordlessly walked to the back of the tent as the others walked to the entrance and past the guards where Joseph and Anna were let inside after some BS in Russian from Joseph.
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