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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 21:56:48 GMT -5
Honolulu - home of sun shine, volcano's, and long long beaches... the airport is made of three different terminals, painted a sterling white. The airport has had a massive security overhaul - meaning all weapons must be brought to the island LEGALLY.
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Post by Crash on Dec 29, 2008 17:56:46 GMT -5
Fully removing his dark glasses, Matthias squinted as he sought for his long-lost officer. Failing to spot anyone or anything of significance, he sighed and shifted the pack on his back. All this...For what? What difference could one roughed up medic make, really?
Shrugging, he decided to sit and wait. Even better, maybe get a little R&R before throwing himself full deep into the raging s***-storm that was the remainder of the world. Just as he'd reached this decision and was actually strongly considering finding himself a good stiff drink, rather large, very stiff walking soldier posted himself in front of him, saluting.
"Matthias Clarke, Former Rank Specialist of Mason's 107th?" Matthias snapped him a quick salute in response, and replied "At ease." amazing at how quickly old habits came back. "Thank you sir. I have a message for you from Captain Mason. He said it was top-secret, your eyes only." The recruit handed him a carefully sealed manilla package, saluted again, and walked away. "Fantastic." Matthias shook his head and popped open the envelope. Inside were three things: A map, instructions, and a short-wave radio. The instructions read: "Doc. Emergency in Chicago. Called away. Go there. We'll find you. -Mason" Looking at the radio in his hand, he strapped it to his medical vest, stuffed the map in a pocket, and tore up the message. Grabbing his bag, he headed to the ticket counter with one final "Dammit."
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Post by Reaper on Oct 4, 2009 18:01:22 GMT -5
((Andreya, Thorton, and Joe enter))
Andreya laid back in the chair with her eyes closed. She for some reason didn't care to much for flying. It always hurt in her chest, but sleeping through it always made it much easer. At least she could sleep through the pain in her chest, and her body always seemed to calm down. She shifted easily in the chair as the plane moved through the air toward their home. The sudden jerk from the plane caused her to wake. She looked around and then down at Socks that was sitting in her lap asleep. She smiled lightly as she scratched the kittens head causing it to stretch out and yawn. She looked up at Thorton and smiled lightly. "Are we home?" she asked lightly.
There was another jerk from the plane as it completely set down. She turned to look out the window and smiled before looking at Thorton. "Where home," she said as she continued to look out the window waiting for them to get the all clear to leave the plane. She really did miss her own little room in that apartment, and probably wouldn't leave it for a while. Though she lost everything she had when she went to Raccoon, and not to mention there were a lot of doctor visits ahead of her to get her body back in line with the medication she hadn't taken for quite some time. Still she was glade to be home.
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Post by Scorpio on Oct 5, 2009 10:43:09 GMT -5
After the Osprey pulled up to a cordoned military area of the airport grounds and the crew gave the okay, Joe followed Thornton and Andreya into the terminal building, offering to carry the bags. Then followed the standard airport searches, checking over the weapons and items being brought into the country, slight alarm going off at Joe's herbal supplies he'd been carrying before it was assured they weren't for rolling and smoking.
A quick medical check followed soon after. Hawaii had been lucky to avoid the main cause of the outbreak and so was being quite careful to avoid carelessness with cargo or travellers. A quick check for virus infections soon followed and the group was cleared through, each being given a lei as an apology for the inconvenience of the thourough checking.
"Nice country, so where to from here?"
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Post by Mikey on Oct 7, 2009 6:28:48 GMT -5
“Home.” Thorton said simply. They walked through the familiar terminal building, having spent a lot of time here. When Thorton had first brought Andreya here, she had had to stay while the papers for her citizenship were pushed through. It was considered international soil by some kind of political bullcrap, and he had stayed here with her. They must have walked the whole place five times, just going to the stores and looking at the displays, never even buying anything.
“We’ll catch a cab here.” He said, pointing to the front of the terminal. It had what looked like a four lane street in front of it, a barrier made of concrete, and then the roads that led out to the main road system of Honolulu. Downtown, a big apartment building that they had lived in for the past few years. Thorton hadn’t been there for a couple of weeks, Andreya a couple of months.
“Your welcome to come with us, take a nap or grab something to eat.” He said. “If your not needed at your… monastery.” He said, trying to remember exactly what Joe had called it. It was still a bit odd to him, a monk in this day and age. To each his own, that was his philosophy, but this monk in particular had helped them both more than most others had.
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Post by Reaper on Oct 8, 2009 18:27:47 GMT -5
Andreya smiled as Joe said he would come with them. She trotted outside with Thorton as he hailed a cab. There home was a small apartment located in Pearl Harbor, and the base provided to have just about everything a family need to have without venturing outside the grounds.
((Andreya, Thorton, and Joe at Pearl Harbor))
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Jun 15, 2011 18:21:14 GMT -5
A large helicopter could now be seen from the designated landing pad,though no one was there to see it.Just three or four undead shambling around,luckily no heavy hitters.Mcloy looked down from his co-pilot chair and pointed to the pad,
"Sargon...land there.I'll take care of the infected,you look for a new mode of transport or some fuel."
Weapon Sargon,Dr.William Mcloy's personal B.O.W bodyguard,guided the chopper to the landing pad and put it down gently.The undead quickly turned to it and began to shamble to wards it,Mcloy quickly hopped out of the chopper drew his Colt.45(Revolver) from his holster and took aim.With the strong laser attached to the gun it didn't take much effort to destroy all four Infected.The doctor slowly reloaded his gun then holstered it,checked his dart gun(revolver),closed his suit,adjusted his glasses and coat.Sargon slowly walked from behind the chopper to Mcloy's side,then observed their surroundings and pointed to a refueling car.Mcloy's eyes met the car and moved to wards it,he signaled Sargon to stay put and he got to the car.He reached it,by some miracle the keys were still there and the fuel in it was full and ready to be pumped. Mcloy started it up with a hum and drove it over to the chopper,he signaled Sargon to start re-fueling the chopper.
"Were going to need to fill it...i believe were going to be heading quite far..."
Mcloy opened the back door of the chopper and opened the suit case that sat there.He gripped a manila folder out of it and flipped it open,looked at a stabled piece of paper in it then put it back.He looked at Sargon now pumping the gas,he grimaced at the large man and adjusted his glasses.
"Our sources place him near Alabama more then likely Mississippi,he will be a great vessel of our work...we might have to...'Convince' him to join our cause but he has no real place in 'society' now.I'll be in the chopper...lets get off the ground asap and make sure to put some extra fuel in the back."
Mcloy opened the door and lifted himself into the chopper co-pilot seat.Sargon finished fueling grabbed some filled canisters of fuel,placed them in the back of the chopper and got into the pilot seat of the chopper.They both prepped for liftoff and started for Mississippi.
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Mar 6, 2013 11:14:29 GMT -5
A cheap yellow taxi popes up is payed for and is dismissed as Galeck steps out Artic Combat fatigues and paratrooper gear on he has his rucksack on he calmly but quickly runs to the front door and after getting through security they hand him his rucksack back after he showed his papers and what not he started heading toward the private section he wondered where to go from here as he had been checked for infection already...........he heard a big osprey come and go and thought that despite the army still being around that it was weird he wandered off to find the rest of the team......i thought it would be easy to locate the leader in this mess......aparently not he sighed as he went to look for the leader.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Mar 6, 2013 20:29:45 GMT -5
As he walked on the tarmac towards hanger 18 and his contact, John thought back on the previous week. Confusing was one word that could be used to describe it. Being kicked out of the BSAA only to eventually find out he had been 'volenteered' for an undercover mission to a tricell facility, and finding just that out had been difficult. He had to go to the florida city libraries basement and use a dust covered but thankfully operational computer to read what was on his "severance package", an ancient floppy disk. He had brought the disk with him, along with everything he decided to bring, nothing of which would hint to who he is and where he was from.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 6, 2013 21:30:33 GMT -5
OOC: Fuch, I sent you instructions on where to go but since you are brand new I'm just going to interrupt and say you arrived at the "PRIVATE" hanger. After spotting the two on the screen Giddeon got up. Making a double take he saw one had decided to show up in arctic camo. "BUN tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO!!" He cursed to himself. "Do a favor for private sector and they show up looking like a side-show clown!" Stampeding down the stairs he unlocked and slid open the doors to the hanger. Once again he saw Galeck and he shook his head. "You two bring the package?" He asked. They both came up handing the outdated hard-drive. Giddeon took out a computer tablet sliding in the disc. Up came detailed information on eah man. After having them confirm their ID by imprinting a palm print on the screen he invited them in and shut the doors shut again. He then headed to an old rusted coke machine. "Thirsty?" He asked putting in some quaters. Pressing a series of buttons the hanger vibrated at the center floor opened up. "HEY!" Giddeon shouted to them after they had turned to see the opening. He then tossed them both a soda. By now the two were trying to guess who he was. Giddeon was about 5ft 11, long brown hair with a cut across his face. What was odd was his accent. They had never heard one like it before and they only resonable conclusion would be a mix of Nordic, Jamacan with a southern drawl which didn't make one bit of sense. "Let's head up to the office and we can get this started." Another bit about him that was off was his clothing. Other than a aviator jacket, every article of clothing appeared home-made as made apparent by the thick stitching on his pants. Nothing on him indicated his ethnicity. Up till this point he might come across as un-oficial until the experimental steath chopper began raising out of the floor. Giddeon had to place his palm on a plate while a scanner checked his iris before the door at the top hissed open. Once again, what was revieled was a room completely out of place. Inside was a mess of technology they had only seen in Stark Labs in the Iron Man movies along with a full armory on the wall. "Galeck, I know you have a special place in this mission but you're supposed to be a member of STARS. I told you not to come with anything identifying you or your nationality and you come in army made fatigues. Our opperation is off the books and can't be tied to anyone, anything..." He then looked at John. "Or any organisation. Following this mission, if you wish to return to your previous live and occupations they will be restored. However, to effectivly embark on this mission we need to temporarily erase you from existance. Well...on paper at least."
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Mar 7, 2013 20:39:07 GMT -5
ok Galeck said unzips the uniform and it drops to the ground then he puts the harness and what not back on and tears of the flags and Us army tags
thats fine its velcro and zippers here
now when you look at galeck you see an unmarked green BDU
sorry about the logos
then he puts on a face mask and helmet plus Tanker goggles
this is just gear my dad and grandfather left behind my dad was in special forces thus the Unmarked bdu and grand-dad was a para-trooper thus the harness and the what not i talked about
anything else i need to remove? i can equip my gas mask if you want
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 7, 2013 20:47:58 GMT -5
OOC: When posting what a character says needs to be placed in "quotations"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Mar 7, 2013 21:12:08 GMT -5
John nodded in agreement to giddion's statement, he had removed all indications of his professions, australian army, SASR and BSAA. he was currently in army boots ,auscam trouser fatigues, reflective ballistic sunglasses,a black short sleeve t-shirt and tactical half finger gloves, any of which could be bought from a disposal store.. All his gear was in the large duffel bag slung over his shoulder, people could make guesses but there was no actual military, paramilitary or BSAA tags or indicators on any of his clothes or gear. he had also changed his hairstyle from a standard military cut to a military style mohawk. he had been suprised at the other guys carelessness by not removing all indicating tags, but then this might have been his first undercover op. He looked at Giddion, "Has there been any developments in terms of intelligence for the location were going to?"
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Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 7, 2013 21:31:59 GMT -5
He looked to John who was suprisingly understanding. "Depends. It's not so much the info but the math. If you calculate staff, goods, and equipment being sent to Abram labs over the past year they would have run out of storage room months ago." Putting his hand over an illuminated circle cause a wire-frame globe to appear. He began rotating and zooming into the target area, the details become clearer in real time. "Abram labs exists on Russian claimed soil. A mission alligned with any particular alliance could be seen as a decloration of war." He then rotated the map 18 miles to the west. Our organisation has a lab nearby. An increase in tremors have caused some concern. After surrounding the facility at a 5 mile distance with shock sensors we sent a pulse wave from mid-orbit giving up a subterrainian map." After a brief demonstraion on the screen an intricate web of mazes formed below the lab compound. "It's clear that Abram labs has a hive facility beneath the surfase. Diagnosing the structure clearly shows a pattern similar to previous hive networks build by Tricell and Umbrella." Giddeon the pulled two suitcases from below the table.
"They have ordered for more staff. My benefactors intercepted that message and we are being sent in to evaluate and investigate its current practices. After a screening process the two of you were chosen for your specialties." He passed each a briefcase. "Inside are two hand panels, contract agreement and tools of the trade. Once you sign the papers, teams will be sent to your homes. Your personal items retrieved cleaned and cataloged. The palm screens will tempoerarily erase palm prints and send out a cyber virus into the net erasing you from all databanks. Upon completion of this mission all will be returned as if you have never left." He then gestured to a small box in the case. "Inside are caps that have been molded to the shape of your left molar. Put it on and any security camera won't pick up the image of your face. Only static." He then pointed to the back of the room. "We have detailed files on your weapons of choicce which we will be providing as well, all of which cannot be traced." He then looked at the two. Do you have any questions for me or can I count you two in?"
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Post by fuchikoma1993 on Mar 7, 2013 22:28:51 GMT -5
"so you guys have no problem with my 30-30 winchester, my 1911 or my trench knife"
"thats good"
"is there anything i need besides that stuff you just talked about cause my rucksack is full"
"oh i brought 6 pine-apple and 6 potato masher Hand-grenades if you guys want one of each"
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