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Post by Scorpio on Nov 4, 2009 17:06:20 GMT -5
"I'll try to keep in touch when I get the chance." Joe ruffled Andreyas hair. "After these eventful few days I think I'd sleep easier knowing you two were doing okay."
He checked through his bag again, looking for a postcard he'd recieved from another monk who was living in the country. A picture of a dockside bar in the picture.
"I should probably check here while I'm in town, visit another member of the order. I'll probably be able to stay with him whilst here. Last I heard they were helping load boats with medicine, supplies and food, they might even know the soldiers from this base." He recalled military units filling in for police all over during his travels, made sense give the situation.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 4, 2009 18:18:58 GMT -5
Andreya smiled as she stood up. "Well you take care of yourself, and please do keep in touch," she said as she walked up to him. She hugged him tightly before wondering off toward the living room. "I would be upset if you didn't. You have done a lot for me and Thorton," she said as she picked up her shoes. She sat on the sofa and tied her shoes on, before returning to the dinning room. "Again, thank you for everything. As for now I must leave you. I'll try not to spend the whole hundred dollars," she said with a laugh as she headed toward the door. "Stop by again, Joe. Most defiantly before you leave," she said as she headed out the door leaving Socks crawling around the living room.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 8, 2009 1:39:51 GMT -5
Thorton watched Andreya walk out the door and stood up from the table. He walked to his room and picked up his gun out of the bedside table, checking the chamber and then clipping the holster to the back of his belt, under the jacket of his BDU. He walked back out and motioned toward the door. “We should get going, try to beat the line.” He said. It was like the DMV, if you couldn’t beat the crowd you were going to be standing in line for hours.
“It’s about four blocks up that way, shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.” Thorton said. They started their walk and got to the near abandoned office. Only person there was the guy behind the computer. Thorton explained what they needed, and the man started typing away at his computer after taking the documents they had.
Thorton took a seat at the line of chairs and waited patiently. Shouldn’t take much longer.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 8, 2009 20:09:28 GMT -5
"No surname at all?" The desk clerk glared.
"Well, I'm kinda adopted, it's just Joe."
"and you were adopted by the sinanju monastary in hong kong?"
"Yes." Joe missed the suspicious tone behind the questions as the forms were filled in.
"Drug habits or alcohol abuse?"
"Hmm, tough choice."
The clerk thumped his head off the table. **************************************************
A military transport boat pulled up to the docks on the other end of the base, a few soldiers meeting the crew. The first mate stayed out of sight as he clicked morse code into a unit stuck under a table, an old soviet relic, almost untraceable but the parts burned out after one message so they were only used for critical info.
On. Schedule. Deploying units within the hour.
The cargo was revealed as a half dozen coffins, the crew handed over the manifest with a list of names, soldiers killed in action and their bodies been returned for proper burial. The names checked out and the coffins were moved to a separate building, the crew being allowed to use the common area for a while.
"Are you supposed to be taking any outgoing cargo when you leave?" One of the sentries asked.
"We may get a lucky haul." The captain chuckled. ***************************************************
"Okay Mister Joe, despite the irregularity of your application, we feel that you are no danger to the base, just....don't touch any guns while you're here."
"Thank you." Joe accepted his pass and met back with Thornton.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 8, 2009 20:24:07 GMT -5
Andreya wondered through the store with a buggy half full of food. Since she was walking she had to be careful what she took home, because she had to carry it. She remembered the last time she did something like that. Halfway home she had dropped everything because of the pain in her arms, and come to find out that her weak bone structure in her arms had cracked in several places. Ever since that day she had always been careful on what she carried home. An what she didn't get today she could always come back with Thorton later in his vehicle and pick up the rest of the items. She headed toward the check out making sure she had everything in hand. Handing over the hundred dollar bill, and quickly pocketing the change.
She carefully picked up the bags making sure everything wasn't to heavy. It was about a thirty minute walk home, and she only had to make two stops. After her little endeavor with Raccoon City this felt like nothing to her. Walking up the steps to the apartment. She sat the bags down in one arm, and fished out the key. Unlocking the door she tossed the bags inside before pulling the others in. Shutting the door and locking it behind her. She walked into the living room seeing Socks all sprawled out on the floor. Smiling a bit before walking into the kitchen and she started to put everything away.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 9, 2009 3:54:25 GMT -5
“That took a bit longer than I thought…” Thorton said, eyeing Joe for a moment. For a monk, he sure was a smartass. Either that or he was so simple he thought he was being sincere. Thorton wasn’t sure which, he was a complicated one. After some time, they walked out of the office, Joe the owner of a base pass.
“Congratulations, you’ll no longer be thrown on your ass at the gate.” He said. He checked his watch and saw that they had been gone for almost an hour. Andreya was probably home by now.
“I should probably get back to the house. You coming or are you going to look up one of your friends?” He asked. Now that Joe had his pass, he wouldn’t need to stick with Andreya or him to get around the base.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 9, 2009 15:56:26 GMT -5
The sentry watching over the storage area with the coffins was getting anxious quickly. With the living dead walking around on the mainland US, it was common to be a little nervous around any dead that didn't come headshot. He'd had a standard briefing on virus types and knew they weren't airborne, but the radio interference he was having was only adding to his nerves.
A low humming picked up from one of the coffins, giving it a once over he was suddenly thrown back as the lid was broken off from the inside, the occupant rising out, wearing heavy chest and head armour with metal plating and wires covering his hands. As the other five dead men followed suit in breaking out, the first grappled with the soldier, a sudden burst of electricity cooking the ammo in his rifle. ***************************************************
In the common area, the ship crew had started a pool tournament with the base soldiers. A near win pocket suddenly being disturbed by the sound of bullets and an alarm siren.
"Damn, something's up, you all stay here." One of the soldiers directed the crewmen.
"Actually, we think it's best we get back to work." The captain swung his cue, walloping the soldier across the back of the head as his friends followed suit with the rest of the room occupants, then passed out notepads.
"Find only the crates with these numbers, then bring them to the boat. Any secondary targets, use your better judgement. We're out of here by the time the shockers run out of juice." ***************************************************
"Well I think it's a good time to.....what's that noise?"
Sirens picked up all over the base, the intercoms called for civilian lockdown and backup over at the docks. The six shockers had gotten out of the storage hanger and were roaming the area, thankfully noone had been bitten, but the heavy armour was making them difficult to bring down, and they were risking heavy damage by being able to electrify anything they got their hands on.
"I know I'm a civilian, but I can't do nothing Mr Thornton, I want to help."
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Post by Reaper on Nov 9, 2009 16:07:49 GMT -5
Andreya hared the sirens going off around the base. She quickly ran toward the front door locking it, and securing it tightly. She proceeded to lock down the windows in the rest of the apartment. Her final one came from the screen door that lead to the balcony. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she stepped out on the balcony. Looking out across the buildings that blocked her view she noticed smoke coming from parts of the base. Andreya bit her lip slightly before going back inside and locking up the screen door. She shut the curtain, and picked up socks. Walking to the sofa she sat down and waited for Thorton to come home and say that everything was okay.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 11, 2009 6:07:33 GMT -5
“No, I cant let you come with me.” Thorton said. He looked in the direction of the alarms, figuring they were coming from the harbor. “You want to help, go back and see if Andreya is ok.” He said as he started on the way to the docks. He didn’t check to see if Joe was still behind him. Technically, he couldn’t stop Joe if he happened to wander over to see what the commotion was on his own. It was natural, and they had just gone through the process of getting Joe a base ID.
Thorton reached behind his back and drew his pistol. He flipped the safety off and quickened his pace a bit. It was for situations like this he kept it tucked behind his back. He could only hope it was a false alarm, or even an incident that was easily contained. He couldn’t imagine any way they could have smuggled infection here.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 11, 2009 19:05:52 GMT -5
"I understand, just watch yourself."
Joe patted Thornton on the shoulder before sprinting towards the living quarters. ***************************************************
The six shockers continued causing chaos around the docks. A recent design by the Surgeon and useful when he wanted to cause panic or confusion. Each was a regular zombie with most of it's organs in the chest removed and replaced with a miniture power supply fed through to the arms and hands, when it grabbed an opponent or object it would create a powerful electrical blast that tended to cook ammunition or explosives and ignite clothing or flammable material that the target was carrying. Chest and head armour had been added to increase defensive power, whilst faceplates kept their mouths covered and prevented infection spreading through bites. The shockers still attempted to grab and bite by instinct though, yet again electrifying their prey. ***************************************************
Joe found his way back to the apartment and started pounding on the door.
"Andreya? Are you in there?"
Two of the mercenaries/boat crew rounded the corner but held back. The first drawing his handgun and taking aim, best if the door was opened before they made their move.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 12, 2009 4:57:17 GMT -5
At the sound of Joe's voice Andreya was already on her feet tripping over the coffee table as she made her way to the door. Fumbling over the locks as she unlocked the door, and swinging it open to see him standing there. She looked at him with a weak smile as he stepped into the apartment. Shutting the door she locked it again before walking back to the sofa and sitting down. "Thorton said that if those sirens ever go off to just lock all the doors, close the curtains, and sit on the sofa and wait for him to come home," she said as she looked up at him. She adjusted herself on the sofa and looked down at Sock's as she played with a new toy that Andreya had gotten her at the store. "What's going on out there?" she asked looking back up at him.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 15, 2009 4:10:06 GMT -5
Thorton made his way past the gates of the harbor, only to find it empty. No movement, no sounds to be heard over the sirens. This wasn’t good. If it was a real threat, there should have been gunfire. If there wasn’t any, then that meant whatever they had let loose was strong enough to kill anyone. He suddenly had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be making it out of here. But if that was true, they were going to find him with an empty gun in his hand.
At that moment, he heard gunfire. Extremely rapid gunfire. He followed it, only to find a man twitching in the grip of a zombie. Thorton aimed his sidearm, but couldn’t get a shot. He saw the mouth closed off by a helmet. It couldn’t bite… It couldn’t be an attack. More likely a distraction.
Either way, when the zombie began to realize it couldn’t bite the soldier it was holding, it dropped it in lieu of a new try. Thorton was already lined up, and fired off several shots. The stronger than average .357 SIG rounds hit it dead on, only to dent the armor. He fired off more, finally seeing blood spurt from its chest. He fired more shots, watching the zombie fall when the slide locked back.
Out of reflex, he ejected the magazine and reached for a new magazine. Last one… He only carried one spare on base, usually thinking it was enough. He would be fixing that the next time he got the chance.
He took a moment to check the man on the ground, seeing burn marks on his clothes and skin. No flames… He couldn’t think of what had caused it, only went to see if the man had any weapons or ammo. The rifle beside him looked demolished, like the ammo in the magazine had exploded all at once. His sidearm was the same, as well as any extra ammo he had been carrying. What the hell?!
Again, he heard something, but it wasn’t gunfire. Footsteps. They were close, to be heard over the siren. Behind him…
He spun on his knee and aimed, seeing not a zombie, but a man holding a knife. A look of panic sparked in the man’s eyes for the few moments he had before Thorton fired several shots. The man fell to the ground, dead. At least there was something he could kill. Thorton searched this man too, coming up with a revolver. Snub nose, .357 Magnum. All six shots, plus three speed loaders. It’d do.
Thorton stood up, the Glock in his holster and the revolver in his hand, taking a look around further. He needed to get a preliminary report of what was going on. The MP’s weren’t trained for outbreak situations.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 15, 2009 12:39:46 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, some kind of attack at the docks. Thornton went to help out the other soldiers but he told me to check up on you."
A knock at the door cut the two off. Joe went to check, taking a look through the peephole. On the other side he only saw a long black circular tube, then a bullet sliding into place.
"Get down!" He ducked away from the door as three shots burst through, ushering Andreya into the kitchen. Outside, one of the mercs started working at the door with a pick as his friend reloaded. The tumbler eventually clicked open and he directed his partner to go in.
Joe was waiting crouched at the other side, as soon as the door started opening he lunged forward delivering a straight kick to the door, the merc getting his nose broken by the impact.
"Dabbit! By dose!"
Joe came out into the hall with the pair, locking the door behind him.
"I don't know who you two are, but this room behind me is off limits." He took an offensive stance. "My best advice is you both lie down until the MPs get here."
The second merc shakily tried to aim his gun whilst stiffling the blood pouring out over his face, his friend calming him down and handing him the lockpick tool whilst he drew a syringe from his inner pocket.
"So you'd be the monk that we were briefed on, thought that all the chop sokey was bull. But honestly, it makes things more interesting." He jammed the syringe into his arm and pushed the plunger. Groaning as his upper body started to strain into a larger size.
"Forumla X, a little gift from the Surgeon." He swung his enlarged fists as Joe ducked, the impact taking a chunk out of the door. He kept up the offensive working Joe back down the hall as the other merc started trying to get into the apartment again.
Whatever the mercenary had taken, it was likely causing an adrenaline surge. Joe was forced to stay on the defensive, no room to manuever except backwards and no opening to attack. Eventually he backed into the fire escape window, his concentration breaking enough for the merc to punch him through, the impact like a sledgehammer. He followed outside and picked Joe up, holding him over the edge.
"Going down?"
"Not alone." Joe hooked the railing with his legs and pulled, dragging the unexpecting merc off with him, switching positions in mid air, he let his enemy take two floors worth of ground impact. Crashing onto a parked humvee, Joe rolled off with some difficulty, struggling to reach the fire escape and get back upstairs to help Andreya.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 15, 2009 18:54:45 GMT -5
Andreya was searching through the medicine cabinet in the kitchen that Thorton had set up for her when she had moved in. She pulled out her inhaler, and used it before stuffing it into her pocket. She turned to the sound of the door being unlocked, and knew better. It wasn't Joe he would have knocked on the door . . . mainly for the fact he didn't have a key, and Thorton wouldn't have been back yet. The sirens that were beating a headache into her was evidence of that. She ran to the bookcase that sat beside the door, that Thorton had picked up for her as well, but when they had gotten her a better one it had become more of a use with DvD's than anything else.
Pushing against the case she found herself straining a bit, as soon as the door opened, and the man stepped in. She pushed the bookcase down on top of him. Watching him hit the ground. Andreya smiled as she looked around the room, but couldn't see Sock's anywhere. She was hoping the kitten was hiding somewhere. She jumped on top of the bookcase and out the front door. Moving down the hall toward the stairs she seen the broken window, but that was the least of her worries. Turning back to see the man crawling out from under the bookcase. She made her way down the stairs and out into the street. She turned to look back at the building not really knowing what to do.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 16, 2009 11:03:18 GMT -5
Thorton continued through the mess of containers, looking for more of the men. They had to be the ones who had let loose the zombies. Why were they here? Was there something valuable in one of these containers? The harbor authorities couldn’t have missed anything hazardous, they opened up every container and checked them manually. Had to be something mundane that they were taking an interest in.
He rounded a corner, and found something. Two men, going through a container. They saw him at the same time he saw them, and pulled up their guns. They fired at him, forcing him to take cover behind one of the sturdy metal container. They couldn’t fire at him unless they were packing a high caliber weapon with armor piercing rounds, but if he didn’t stop them they would make off and he probably wouldn’t catch them.
He stuck the revolver out and blind fired two rounds, hearing their gunfire cease. He peeked out and saw then trying to take cover behind one of the boxes in the container. He fired two shots and caught the one in the rear both times in the back. He dropped, and his friend popped up to fire off several more shots. Another revolver, smaller caliber. Probably .38. The man was an armature. He emptied all his ammo and went through the tedious process of reloading.
Thorton moved out of cover and closed the distance just as the other guy snapped his revolver shut. He came out of cover to fire, not knowing Thorton was already on him, and took Thorton’s last two .357 rounds to the chest.
No time to reload with a potential threat still in the area, he pulled out his Glock and scanned. Nothing. Yet. Gunfire was rampant, someone or something was going to be coming. He hoped it was friend and not foe.
He secured the weapons the men used and took a look in the container. A weapon’s cache, high yield stuff. Had to be military. An armory hidden in plain sight. Made sense. Thorton pried open one of the cases and looked inside. A box of M4A1’s. Standard for the grunts around here. He picked one out of the box and loaded it with a magazine. Chambering it, he took a few magazines for it and slipped them into his jacket pockets. He then tossed the guns from the two dead guys and the .357 he had picked up earlier. At least he had a decent weapon now…
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