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Post by Scorpio on Nov 16, 2009 17:41:16 GMT -5
Several of the mercenaries had managed to make it back to the boat with supplies stolen from the base, weapons, ammo and equipment for usage or sale. The captain checked a GPS device giving the locations of the Shockers, three were currently down and the rest spread out among the docks.
"Attention all crew." The captain grunted into his radio. "Last run for looting, then get back to the boat. We want to be out of here before the fighting stops. What is the status on secondary objectives?"
"Delta team entered the apartment complex a while back. We haven't heard anythi.....wait, the kid is coming out now. I think I should take over aquisition." ****************************************************
One of the other mercs sprinted after Andreya, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. Meeting up with one of the other teams they pried the cover off a crate of body armour and threw her in, one using his knife to make sure the cover had some airholes before they locked it up again. The group continued back to the boat and loaded up their prize.
"Any word from Delta?"
"Nothing, I think they're snowed." ***************************************************
As Joe reached the ladder he was quickly dragged to the ground again. The X merc had recovered quickly from the drop and was looking no worse for wear. He tried to stamp on his opponent several times, only for Joe to roll aside.
"Little punk. Think a second floor fall was gonna take me out? I should tear your......gah" He choked on a large amount of froth building up around his mouth, his eyes turning red with blood dripping from his nostrils. Joe stood up given the chance and drove a palm strike into the man's stomach, a stunning blow in most situations, but the mercenary staggered back clutching his chest, dropping against the humvee soon after.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 16, 2009 23:15:26 GMT -5
Andreya screamed out when the man picked her up. She tried her best at kicking him, and hitting him. Still in the end it failed as she was thrown into a crate. She covered her head and hunkered down as she heard the knife piercing the top of the crate to make air holes. Then there was the hammering of nails as the lid was seals shut. She beat on the side of the box as she continued to scream and cry, but all she got in response was a pain in her chest which made it harder to breath. Fumbling for her inhaler she quickly used it before stuffing it away securely. She continued to cry as she curled up on the bottom of the box, pulling her knees to her chest, and just hugging them tightly.
Once the merc's had completely loaded all their items they had came for they recalled back what was left of their men. Even with gunfire on them as the re-enforcements made their way to the dock the boat was able to set sail, heading out into the ocean. Leaving the base in ruins, and their fallen comrades behind.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 20, 2009 8:51:07 GMT -5
Shortly after he had secured the weapon and continued his sweep of the area, Thorton had come across the reinforcements. Squad of Marines, armed to the teeth. At least what was considered armed to the teeth. Assault rifles and the like, not much if they had to fight anything higher up than a zombie. They swept the area after Thorton proved who he was, technically putting all of them under his command. They came across more of the zombies, easily putting them down under highly accurate superior firepower.
The call came in over the radio about an unknown craft leaving the base, and they ran to the docks edge to find out what it was. It was a civilian ship, sailing away. They received word that it was the terrorists who had set the BOW’s out in the docks and they opened fire in hopes of taking the boat down. Bullets pinged off the metal hull of the ship as it sailed away, mostly unharmed.
“Get me a vehicle.” Thorton said. It wasn’t up to him anymore, lets the SEALs take care of it. It was their department anyway. He had to get home and check on Andreya.
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Fifteen minutes later, the hummer pulled onto Thorton’s street. He got out and walked toward the apartment, seeing the door open. He looked to the side and saw Joe coming from the side, looking a bit battered. He thought the worse and bypassed Joe, going straight to the door. The mercenary trying to leave nearly ran into Thorton, spinning around to try to go out the back. Thorton grabbed a fistful of the mans hair and yanked, pulling the man to the ground.
“Who are you?” He asked. The guy wasn’t American military, that was for sure.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 20, 2009 20:03:34 GMT -5
Joe recovered a few minutes after blacking out, giving the mutated mercenary a checkover and taking the syringe he was carrying, the people in charge might want to take a look over it, see if they could gain any information on the group that attacked the base.
He climbed back up the fire escape to the second floor, running back to the apartment. Panicking when he saw the door open and Thornton holding the other mercenary. He searched all the rooms, finding no sign of Andreya. The kitten came out from under the couch and started clinging to him, picking it up he slumped to the floor in shock.
"I really let everyone down didn't I?" ***************************************************
The small boat met up with a larger merc vessel once it was out in the open water and away from the sight of the base. The second boat was a converted patrol boat with extra cargo room cleared out. The teams from both sides helped move the boxes over to the other ship as Kabal Khan, the surgeons second in command, watched over everything.
"Plenty of assault rifles, ammo, medical and body armour. Plus you might want to take a look in the medical gear, we picked up a little extra." The captain of the first boat explained.
Kabal took a crowbar to the crate, opening it up to find Andreya curled up inside. He was a tall tanned man, scars on most of his arms and parts of his face, long unkempt hair and lethal looking stubble. Several bladed weapons were holstered around his belt.
"The mafia brat, you did good. Once we get back to base we'll negotiate your extra cut."
"Should we seal the box back up?" One of the mercs asked.
"No, give her some breathing room, not like she can go anywhere." The first crew finished clearing their gear from their boat before throwing a thermite grenade below decks. A quick burst later and the boat was on it's way below the water. Kabal looked down at Andreya in the crate. "I hope you can behave yourself during the trip. You can walk around deck as you wish, but don't try anything heroic, the odds are not in your favour and you're a long way from help."
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Post by Reaper on Nov 20, 2009 22:05:50 GMT -5
The man started screaming as soon as Thorton grabbed his hair. "Let go let go!!" he cried out as he tried to pull away from the over grown man that was holding his head full of hair. It was now that he wished he had taken his friends advice in cutting his hair. Though his cries of fear quickly turned into crazed laughs as the thoughts of being left behind to fend for himself, and how much a failure that attempt would be. "It wont work . . . you'll fail again . . . fail like you did with your wife and daughter . . . fail like you did with your parents . . . No matter what you do you will fail!" he cried out frantically. His hands now gripping Thorton's hand in attempt to free his hair.
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Andreya looked up at the man as he spoke, but she didn't move. For quite some time she didn't move, she just wanted to hide away in her own little world curled up as small as she could get. Still she was starting to feel a bit tight in the box, and she finally poked her head out of the box. Looking around at the men who went about their own business. There was something she didn't like about being on a boat full of merc, but less than being on a boat full of males. She finally climbed out of the crate, and staggered a bit before she walked to the railing. Resting both her hand on it she looked out over the ocean. Letting out a heavy sigh because she knew that there was no place to swim to, and for the fact she just didn't know how to swim. That was something she failed to learn in her lifetime. She sat down on the edge of the boat letting her feet dangle over, and rested her head on the railing. All she could do now was wait.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 21, 2009 9:00:28 GMT -5
Thorton held fast to the mercenary, frozen in place by the words he heard. Painful memories that he had done his best to forget drudged up like nothing. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think the merc was right, but the more active part of his brain told him that he was a failure if he stood by and did nothing.
He jerked back on the mans hair, his head going back. Thorton brought up his other hand in a fist, slamming a punch into the merc’s throat. A choking sound was heard as well as the slam of the man hitting the floor from the force of the blow. He balanced on his bad leg long enough to bring his good one up, stomping down on the merc’s chest. A wheeze and more sounds of pain were heard. Thorton repeated the process several times before he got down to one knee. His large fist came up and flew foreword several times, hitting with a thudding blow each time it connected.
“Where did they take her?!” He yelled, his voice a mix of rage and pain.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 21, 2009 20:23:36 GMT -5
The merc continued to laugh hysterically as he coughed and spit up blood. He laid on the ground gasping for air and still managed to muster up a frantic laugh. His eyes looked wiled like he was half dazed and half drugged. He thrashed about on the floor for a moment trying to get his barrings, but it more looked like he was throwing a tantrum. Unseen to the eye, but heard lightly under the man's laughing was a quite thump as a pocket gps device fell out of the mans pocket. He stopped thrashing about on the floor and looked at Thorton with a wide grin.
"They will sale her to the Mafia who will what they will with her . . . sale her on the black market . . . make a pretty penny off her fine young body . . ." the man stopped in though as his grin turned devious. "Bet your wife and a fine looking body . . . bet she had so many men hanging on her while you were gone . . . was she a sleeper?" he asked before he started laughing again before he started coughing up large amounts of blood. "Bet your daughter wasn't even yours . . . bet that sleeper of a wife had another mans kid, but said it was yours . . ." he still continued to laugh as he cocked on the blood that pooled in the back of his throat. "Doesn't matter . . . you failed to save your wife and kid . . . as you will fail to save this kid. She will die waiting for a rescue that will never come . . . she will die knowing that you and your friend failed her . . . she will die a most excruciating pain . . . and it will be all your fault," his last words were more harsh, and his eyes piercing as he looked up at Thorton.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 25, 2009 19:33:57 GMT -5
Joe watched the interrogation with a mix of shock and understanding, it was clear that the mercenary wouldn't give up much willingly and they did need the information desperatly. However, the more the merc talked, the more Thornton beat him and the riskier it got that the man might die before they could find out anything.
"Sorry Thornton."
Stepping forward, still craddling the kitten in one hand he used his other arm to hook Thorntons arm when he pulled back for another punch. He was caught off by the force of the swing initially but managed to hold the attack back eventually.
"He's playing you. You can't let your anger get in the way of what we need to do now."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 26, 2009 6:10:16 GMT -5
Thorton felt Joe pulling on his arm, trying to stop the blows that fell rapidly and without mercy. Each word that came out of the merc’s mouth was another punch that landed. By the time he was stopped by Joe, he didn’t recognize the face he had looked at a few minutes ago. The resistance wasn’t anything Thorton couldn’t break through, but the sudden realization of what he was doing was enough to break through to his more reasonable side. He stood and backed away for a moment, before he lashed out one last time. His booted foot connected with the mercenary’s ribs, spinning him onto his stomach. Thorton saw the device on the ground and shook his arm free of Joe’s grip long enough to take a look at it. A GPS device of some sort. Thorton didn’t know what it was, so he didn’t know quite how to read it. But he had someone who was going to tell him one way or another.
“What is this?” He asked the man on the ground, his voice calmer than it had been. He probably wouldn’t get a straight answer, but he would get one eventually.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 26, 2009 21:31:00 GMT -5
The man was now coughing and hacking up blood. Breathing over the last couple of minutes had become rather hard, and the kick to the rib didn't make it any easer. The words 'What is this?' rang through his ears but it didn't really register. The man looked up at Thorton through the haze of red he seen him holding a small palm size black device. He laughed slightly as he laid his head on the ground. He had forgotten he was put in charge of tracking the girl. It was apparent that her father wanted her badly enough to keep tabs on her without her even knowing. It was evident because it made it easer to follow her to the states and each step she made. In the end it made their job easer on finder her, but getting their hands on her was a different story.
"GPS . . . tracking device," he spit out with a wad of blood. He gasped heavily as he looked around the room his eyes falling on Joe as he did. "For a tough . . . guy you . . . make a lousy . . . body guard," he laughed again. Coughing heavily following spitting up blood he grinned as he took a breath and slowly let it out. "Her father . . . put a tracking device in her . . . can watch where ever she goes . . ." He let out a hysterical laugh. "Doesn't matter." Taking another breath he looked back at Thorton. A bloody grin crossing his face as he did. "It wont matter . . . if you find her she will either be dead, or tortured beyond repair. This man wants revenge for what has happened . . . he wanted his property back and he put out no stops in getting it. You can't stop what's going to happen . . . you can only stand back and watch her suffer. Just like you did with your wife and kid. Just stand back and watch their life tick away," he let out another hysterical laugh.
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Andreya was getting a chill off the wind not to mention she was getting rather sea sick, by just looking at the water. Several times she had thought about jumping in . . . drowning would be a lot better than what the mafia wanted in return. Deciding against it for the time being she gripped the railing as she stood up. Shivering as she wrapped her arms around herself. Even though it was the warm part of the year the open ocean made the wind cold. She stumbled slightly as she started moving hoping to build up some heat in her body. Her feet finally taking her to a door that lead below deck. She made her way down to what looked like a rather nice area. Small corridors leading to beds, one to the kitchen, and then one that lead to what she assumed was the bridge. She stood at the foot of the stairs shivering slightly as she looked up wondering if she should even try to go up.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 27, 2009 13:15:42 GMT -5
The ship eventually travelled alongside a small island a few miles along their course. Known among those who cared about obscure trivia as Carrion Island, home to a large prison complex constructed a few centuries back by the east india trade company to hold captured smugglers, pirates and other assorted criminal types found on the ocean until they could be turned over to proper naval authorities. It was shut down quickly however due to the inability to find a decent staff of guards and lay in disrepair for some time, making it perfect for the Surgeon to move in and use it for a base in the area.
The gunboat pulled into a small cove to an underground dock, several mercs already working the area and a seaplane docked already. Kabal found Andreya near the bridge and led her off, borrowing a zip tie to bind her hands. He took her up a stairwell to the main prison complex, the cells had been converted to a basic barracks and storage area, the main courtyard had a helipad marked out and the towers were staffed by two snipers each, one aiming inside the prison and one out. On their way through Andreya and Kabal passed several technicians carting large pod devices out to the courtyard. Eventually they made it to the Surgeon working in his lab, he pulled a sheet over a large form on the table.
"This would be the girl?" He turned towards the two, wearing his signiture mask, a carved ivory skull with red tinted lenses in the eye sockets.
"Yes sir, should we make contact with the mafia families for the trade?"
"Not just yet Kabal, we need to see if they've accepted my terms first, let them call us."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 28, 2009 3:01:15 GMT -5
Thorton looked at the device in his hand, slowly catching on to how it worked. She was somewhere out in the pacific, a good distance from here. He pocketed the device and looked down at the mercenary on the ground. He spoke and laughed more, Thorton lashing out one last time. A heavy thud and a crack were heard as Thorton stomped down with his boot, the laughing cut off abruptly.
“Does that area look familiar to you?” He asked Joe. Far as he knew, there wasn’t anything over there. Why would they head there?
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Post by Reaper on Nov 28, 2009 12:49:49 GMT -5
Andreya looked up in fear at the sher mention of the Mafia. She cried out as she tried to pull away from the man that was holding her. "I don't want to go!" she cried out as she kept trying to pull away. "PLEASE!!" she screamed and jerked away from the man. She turned to run to the door to get away, but the thought of where she would go crossed her mind. She knew nothing about this place or how to get home. She fell on her knees about halfway to the door. She covered her head and leaned forward slightly as she continued to cry. "I . . . I don't want to go," she cried and started coughing. Gasping slightly in between breaths as she felt the tightness in her chest.
She didn't care all she knew was that she didn't want to go back to them. She didn't want to go back to her Uncle . . . she didn't want to be with her awful family that she had been free of for so long. She continued to cry as she continued to gasp and wheeze. "Please . . . please don't . . ." she begged. An all she could think about was what awaited her when she was given back to her unwanted family.
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Post by Scorpio on Nov 28, 2009 17:28:15 GMT -5
"I can't make a fully educated guess right now. Though I'd guess they have some kind of camp, or base or such out there. Is there any chance of borrowing a boat to go out there?"
Joe headed back into the apartment to grab his bag and knife, tucking the kitten in with the rest of his gear. Looking out the window he noticed that the base was calming down, the Shockers had been wiped out and their bodies contained, luckily with their masks they were unable to spread any virus among the personel. Clean up crews were hard at work patching up the damage whilst the medical teams helped the wounded and gathered the deceased. **************************************************
The Surgeon and Kabal watched Andreya panic with relative calmness and slight annoyance. Once she started having an attack, Kabal found the inhaler in her bag and forced it into her hand.
"Well hopefully you won't have too many tantrums." The surgeon returned to his work. "What they're offering in return will be little compensation if my research is disturbed. Find her a room."
Kabal led her out of the lab and towards one of the tower areas. Finding the old warden office he showed her in, handing over a blanket and some ration packs and ordered a mercenary to stand watch at the door. The room was a combined office/bedroom, a small military camp bed in the corner and an old wooden desk and chair against one wall.
"If she gets too hyperactive, tranq her."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 28, 2009 20:04:19 GMT -5
“I can do better than that.” He said. He walked away from the apartment, motioning for Joe to follow. He could get a helicopter and a pilot, tell them it was a personal errand. He was ranked high enough that no one would ask questions at that moment. If they made it snappy, they could be gone before anyone thought to verify anything.
He made his way to the humvee and got on the radio as he started it up, waiting until Joe got into the passenger seat to speed off. He spoke to an airman in the office, telling them that he needed a free chopper. He was cleared and given an area right as he pulled up to the armory. He went in with his old paperwork, flashing it quickly to fool the clerk. He gathered his trunk and some extra gear, hauled it to the hummer, and took off toward the airstrip.
It was only a few more minutes until they were up in the air, on the way to Andreya’s location.
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