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Post by Scorpio on Jun 23, 2010 20:36:25 GMT -5
Joe stood next to the bench, not wanting to crowd them, whilst quickly eating his own cone before it melted. Despite the minor brain freeze, he enjoyed it.
"Well, I kinda grew up in the country, farms and the like. The monastory wasn't on any ice cream van routes." He listened to Andreya talk about her first time staying with Thornton. "I was the same way growing up, usually sneaked out to the stables and slept there, wanted to make sure the horses didn't sneak off in the middle of the night. Kind of paranoid maybe."
He finished off the ice cream and started working away at the cone, raising it in a mock toast when Thornton and Andreya talked about other plans. "To many more good days for the both of you then."
When Thornton left to get the car, Joe accompanied Andreya back to their spot to get the cooler and towels, making sure everything was packed away.
"Lots of extra food here, you were hoping to camp out for a few days here?" He joked.
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Post by Reaper on Jun 25, 2010 3:14:42 GMT -5
Andreya laughed as she looked at Joe. "No. I'm still use to cooking for large groups. I had 7 brothers and a father I had to cook for. Needless to say when I cook on monday I don't have to worry about cooking again for about three or four days." She laughed again and then shook her head. She carried the towels as Joe carried the cooler to the cuver as Thorton drove up. She waved at him and trotted to the back of the car. She opened the trunk and threw in the towels and waited for Joe. "I was thinking about a late night cook out. The night is lovely out here. I just love to sit on the poarch with Thorton."
She turned to head to the back seat as Joe shut the trunk. There was a loud click causing the both of them to look back. It happened quick after that the explosion from the back taring up the trunk and throwing both Joe and Andreya back. The flames quickly spread out and up before dying down leaving the shattered car in it's place. Andreya laid on the ground dazed and gasping for air as she struggled to breath. It had felt like she had hit a wall and couldn't gain her breath back. Her entire body screamed with pain, but her mind screamed for Thorton as she couldn't see inside the car.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 27, 2010 13:32:01 GMT -5
Thorton, thrown to the ground by the explosion, instantly tried to gain his bearings. He had been exiting the car when it happened, being thrown clear of the now wrecked vehicle. Either dumb luck on his part of bad timing with the detonator. He shook his head and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears, the pain in his shoulder where he landed after being forcibly thrown to the ground. He got up on his knees and looked to the back of the car, the first image he saw being Andreya laying on the ground.
Scrambling over to her as quickly as he could, he dropped down again and grabbed her by the shoulders. Shaking her as hard as he could without injuring her, he almost yelled.
“Andreya, wake up! Can you hear me? Andreya?!”
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Post by Scorpio on Jun 29, 2010 17:33:09 GMT -5
Joe shook off the dizziness and tried to get his bearings, having hit his head on the landing it was harder than usual. He saw that parts of his shirt had caught fire so he started by slapping at the flames and tearing off the burning parts of the fabric. A crowd gathered nearby, some trying to put out the burning car by filling whatever containers they had with seawater.
"You okay?" One of them helped Joe to his knees and patted out the remainder of the fires on him.
"ambulance." He coughed looking over at Andreya and Thornton.
"What?"
"I didn't hear him," another crowd member tried to help.
"Get an ambulance." Joe managed to get out, handing over the papers from his pocket, slightly torn and burned. "Give them the name of this base, carbomb..."
He tried to stand, stumbling a bit before dropping, a group caught him before he fell face down. "He's bleeding from the head, someone hurry up with getting a doc!"
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Post by Reaper on Jul 2, 2010 22:08:42 GMT -5
The sounds of sirens echoed off in the distances. The first to arrive on sceen were the those patroling the beach area. The car's fire had already died out leaving a chared vehicle in it's place. Andreya laid on the ground gasping for air and chocking as she did. Her hands reached for Thorton out of habit. The tightning in her chest was more painful than before it was almost like she could breath, but breathing itself wasn't helping. She felt herself dipping in and out of conciousness. A single ambulance pulled up to the sceen an three medics exited the vehicle. Each going to their own patient.
Once Andreya was loaded up on the streatchre and placed in the back. Two of the medics escorted Thorton to the back to be with Andreya, and the other one helped Joe into the front passanger seat. Securing the back door the ambulance took off down the road with the sirens running. The driver medic reached between the seat pulling out a syringe. He fought with Joe for a bit, but found it rather easy since he was still hurt and a bit out of it. Injecting the liquid and in a matter of seconds he was out.
In the back of the ambulance one of the medic's working on Thorton drew up another syringe. Andreya was still in and out of it, but she had finally managed to reconize one of the medics. In fact the one that was working on Thorton. He had worked for her father as a personal doctor. She cried out in a muffled manner through her oxygen mask. She pulled her arms free of the straps on the streacher and started pushing her medic away as she also dried to rip the newly planted IV's out of her arm. She didn't know what was in them or how much was in her system all she knew was that the man wasn't here to help. She fought wither her medic as he tried to restrain her.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 2, 2010 22:23:42 GMT -5
Thorton went with the medics, not so much worried about himself. But he wanted to be with Andreya the whole way. They got into the ambulance, and he never even noticed the driver inject Joe with the sedative. He kept his eyes on Andreya, looking over to the medical personnel every once in a while. More so when he saw Andreya get restless. She started to push the man working on her away, and he knew something was wrong. Watching the medic near him pull out a syringe to try and inject him with something, Thorton’s hand shot foreword and grabbed the doctor by the wrist. The other medic leaned in to try and help his colleague, and Thorton sent him sprawling to the ground of the vehicle with a quick jab.
Jerking the doctors hand against the wall of the ambulance, he saw the needle break off the syringe. He swung his other hand toward the doctors head, sending the mans face into the wall. Both men sprawled out, either unconscious or wishing they were, Thorton reached for the Glock at the back of his belt. Ripping it from the holster, he pointed it at one of them and reached over for Andreya, helping her remove the IV’s in her arm. The man who had tried to sedate Andreya started to get up, and Thorton fired a round into his chest. The man went still as blood started pooling on the ground, and he pointed it at the medic who tried to sedate him again. He turned back to the driver and yelled.
“Pull over, now!” He yelled.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 3, 2010 22:56:51 GMT -5
The driver waved his hands in the air as if he understood the order. Andreya laid on the streatcher still semi strapped to the bed now. She was finding that her body was screaming even more now from the pain, but her veins seemed like they were on fire. She laid their painting heavily with sweat poring from her face, her eyes wide, and her hand gripping Thorton's hand tightly. She felt like screaming, but couldn't find the voice for it.
"Alright, pulling over," the driver finally shouted.
He slammed on the breaks sending everyone forward causing Thorton to slam into the wall. At this time the remaining man in the back jumped to his feet slamming his shoulder into Thorton's arm causing him to drop the gun. He brought his knee around to hit him in the stomach, but in turn was thrown to the back of the ambulance. The force causing the doors to fly open and him hitting the pavement hard. Outside though were several more men holding their weapons on Thorton. The side door to the ambulance opened with several more men and their guns.
"Time to give up Mr Johnson. Our boss wants you alive for the time being, but cause us any problems and the pay detuction wont be so bad," one of the men spoke from the back. "Your choice. Live to fight another day, or lose everything again," he said waving to Andreya. "So what will it be?"
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Post by Mikey on Jul 5, 2010 16:05:19 GMT -5
Thorton looked at the man speaking, a scowl on his face as he thought it over for a moment. He truly considered fighting for a moment, putting the thought out of his head when he saw how hopeless it was.
“You better hope and pray I don’t run into you again.” He said, letting the men pat him down and lead him off as they took Andreya out of the ambulance. The ruse was over, it would only bring unwanted attention to take it.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 9, 2010 12:17:36 GMT -5
With the abandoment of the ambulance and everyone in their own vehicle they were taken to the docks where they were dragged onto a small boat. Thorton was then secured with the proper equipment and stripped of his gear. The small boat took them to a larger ship located about an hour away from the shore. By that time they reached the ship Andreya had fully slipped into the unconcious state.
Thorton was escorted to a room on the ship with Joe being dragged behind them. They were thrown into a room with two beds a dresser and a small port hole that looked out over the ocean. The door was shut and secured from the outside. Two guards stood outside the door with several more patroling the hall. Andreya was taken to a room of her own with the same security, and a little added doctor to tend to her until she was fully capable of moving on her own.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 9, 2010 13:13:00 GMT -5
Thorton went quietly the whole way, and as soon as he was in the room, looked around at what they left him to escape with. Wasn’t much… Fu*kers. He spun around and kicked the door, more out of anger than hoping to escape. There was no give in the solid door, and he got a pound in response to his. Maybe he could **** them off enough to open up. But that would come later. He needed Joe up.
Shaking the man roughly a few times, he immediately pulled him to his feet when he was awake. He was sure Joe had questions, and he filled him in on the situation before he had a chance to get any out. And finally, ended with them needing to get out of here.
“Any ideas?” Thorton asked, kicking the door one more time.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 13, 2010 19:39:07 GMT -5
Joe woke up groggy, but quickly got focused when Thornton laid out the current situation. This was supposed to be a fun day out for Andreya and these thugs came around yet again to cause more damage. His gentle nature was starting to wear thin for some people.
"Keep kicking at the door, I'm going to need a little bit of noise." He whispered.
Looking out the porthole he tried to get some bearings on where the room was. Unfortunatly, though he could easily squeeze out, the hull was too smooth to climb and the deck and other portholes were out of arms reach. He opened the porthole hatch inwards and wrapped the bedsheet around his fist, punching through the glass in time with Thorntons pounding, tearing off two strips of the sheet and wrapping them around larger pieces of the glass Joe presented a pair of makeshift knives.
"At least we're not unarmed now, but I'd save them for a last resort. Who knows how many guns they have."
He started tearing the remaining sheets from both beds into longer strips, tying them at the ends and forming several ropes, occasionally checking outside again and guesstimating distances. Finally he snapped several pieces of wood from the dresser, tying the ends of the bedsheets around them tightly. By the time he was done the pair now had weapons and a grapple and line. He started climbing backwards out the window, tucking his knife into his belt and taking the grapple with him. He braced against the hull and held onto the ledge with one hand, starting to swing the grapple, he slowed down though as a thought hit him.
"No offence Mister Thornton, but will you be able to get out this porthole? It was a bit of a squeeze."
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Post by Mikey on Jul 19, 2010 3:29:04 GMT -5
“No way in hell that’s happening.” Thorton said, looking at the window. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he’d do anything to get out of here and get to Andreya. But it was a matter of reality, volume and mass, s*** that didn’t give way easily. No way he was getting out that way. So he’d have to use the door.
“Get somewhere, anywhere you can. Cause a hassle, I’ll get out but I cant contend with everyone they have patrolling the place.” He said. He knew how situations liked this worked, how the bad guys tended to think. The one or two guarding the door, they were not to move for anything. The ones on patrol were the ones who would be redirected to a problem area. And two men with, in all likelihood, little to no formal training wouldn’t be a problem. He had a knife, they had guns. It just evened out the situation.
And then he thought of a way to get the same wanted effect without having Joe contend with massive gunfire.
“Get going, I have an idea. Make it quick, you don’t have long.” He said, reaching down and scooping up some glass. He felt small bits cut into his palm, ignoring it as he wound up his arm like a pitcher in a game of baseball. He threw the glass at the other pile, the sound sounding damn close to the sound a window made when it broke. It didn’t take long for them to open the door.
“What the f**k is…” One of them started, his face going to panic when he didn’t see Joe. “Watch him.” He told his friend, the second guard shouldering his rifle and aiming it at Thorton. The other man looked everywhere. On the roof of the room, under the bed, behind and even in one of the drawers of the dresser. They didn’t think Joe could have gone out the window in the short time it had taken them to open the door.
“Where is he?” The first asked.
“I dunno.” Thorton said. He grimaced when the guard slammed the butt of the rifle into his stomach.
“Where?!” The man yelled, trying to be scary.
“He heard your sister was on board, went to show her a good time, ok.” Thorton said, as if revealing a big secret. The man hit him with the butt of the rifle one more time and looked at his friend.
“Sound the alarm, get everyone looking for him.” The man said, the second running from the room. “Now, your gonna tell me where he is, now!” The man yelled, more afraid for his own failing than Thorton at the moment.
“I just told you where he went.” Thorton said. The man swung the butt of the rifle one more time, and Thorton caught it. He held it in place, the barrel pointed at the mans stomach. “And that’s getting old.” He said, the feigned innocence gone, replaced with the anger he was feeling. He shoved the man back, catching the door with him and closing it. He wasn’t worried about it locking, a crank needing to be turned to lock it. He lifted, locking his arms in place and bending his knees, using the strength in his legs and his weight to choke the man with the receiver of the rifle. It didn’t take long before he lost consciousness. Thorton let him down slowly and grabbed him by the neck and the back of the head. Using his shoulders to twist, he heard the crack of the mans neck.
“Sleep tight.” He said, picking up the rifle. An AK-47, genuine. Most of the ones you saw anymore were cheap copies. Interesting. The mob must have bought a shipment when corrupt Russian officials were selling them like hotcakes. The guy didn’t have a sidearm, for some reason. A knife either. Kind of smart. Give them one weapon to keep their hands on at all time, made it less likely someone would take a weapon they weren’t focused on and use it against them.
Thorton took the rifle and the spare magazines the man had, and waited. It wouldn’t be long before the men would vacate this side of the ship looking for Joe, wouldn’t be long before he could leave and fin Andreya.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 22, 2010 18:33:13 GMT -5
"Cause hassle, I think I can do that, good luck on your end."
Joe swung the grapple upwards, latching onto a rail on the deck and started pulling himself upwards. Once he reached the deck he started reeling the rope in and coiling it up in case he might need it later. Ducking behind a fuel barrel stack he took a look around the ship for any clues as to what kind of operation was actually going on. Nothing much but a few labourers moving things about whilst riflemen watched over.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Joe shot up and turned around, finding a guard had approached him whilst he was hiding.
"Yeah....I was just inspecting the....boat..deck?"
"What?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, it wasn't right to lie to you. I'm actually one of the prisoners, I just escaped and I intend to cause some 'hassle' up here."
The guard reached for the trigger on his weapon just as Joe's hand shot up, gripping him at the bridge of the nose and pinching a nerve point. The mans eyes watered up and he dropped his gun. Joe gripped him by the wrist and pulled him towards the rail, throwing him overboard.
"Excuse me!" He shouted to the guards and crew who'd looked over upon hearing the splash. "I just attacked one of your compatriots and I believe you may want retribution."
He sprinted off into a maze of crates as the alarm was set off, klaxons started blaring and orders were shouted into radios.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 23, 2010 17:03:31 GMT -5
As the alarm sounded the footsteps in Andreya's room disappeared followed with a few grumbles. Andreya lowered the blanket from over her head to see that the room was empty. She let out a heavy sigh before throwing the cover's off of her. With a bit of struggle she climbed out of bed. Her entire body was stiff and wrapped up in bandages. She could feel the cuts on her arms and legs as she moved, but she ignored them. She moved to the door and tried the handle, but as always it was locked. Sighing a bit she made her way to the balcony and slid open the door. Soon she found out why it wasn't locked.
For her a two story drop would kill her not to mention she wasn't in the best of conditions to climb anywhere. She looked down at the deck below. People were running around huting for who ever had set the alarms off. Once the path was clear she spotted one person running through a maze of crates. She let out a sigh of relief knowing that at least Joe was safe, and hoping well enough that Thorton was too.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 24, 2010 11:44:05 GMT -5
Thorton sat in the room with the dead guy, no one else coming in to check on either of them. They probably figured the man in here would watch Thorton, make sure he didn’t go anywhere. Their real concern was the one running around the ship. The alarm sounded, and Thorton waited. Waited for the men in the area to at least thin out, to go on the hunt for Joe. He counted out a hundred seconds and opened the door, scanning the hallways outside. Nothing.
Perfect. He moved out and went to the right, having memorized the place when they had taken him down here. Nothing special, just “right, left, left, straight for three turns, left”. He reversed it and followed the way, now face to face with the staircase to the deck. Perfect again. What wasn’t so perfect… He could hear yelling and footsteps. He waited for another moment, thinking on what to do. He couldn’t hole up here, there had to have been another way down and to his spot. Seemed like his choice was made up for him. A mobster ran by the door, happened to look in and saw Thorton. He started turning, Thorton firing before he got a chance to shoulder the rifle.
His position compromised, Thorton got up the stairs and looked out, ducking back to avoid fire for a moment. He stuck the rifle out and fired off a few shots to get the men to shrink back and made his way out. To the maze of cargo containers that Joe was in, firing off the weapon as he went to keep the men shrunk down behind cover.
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