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Post by Scorpio on Jul 26, 2010 11:25:06 GMT -5
The next few minutes were a blur of instinctive reactions and self defense for Joe as he ran between the containers. The occasional burst of gunfire and yelling sounded from behind him as he startled passing guards, causing him to take a few extra turns each time to make him harder to find, some of the guards had even started panicking at every little sound, shooting at a comrade in a few instances. Stopping at a corner once things quieted down he pulled the glass knife from his belt and tried to catch a reflection with it and see ahead, he caught the image of a guard raising his rifle.
BANG!
The weapon shattered in Joe's hand, leaving him with a few minor cuts and a small piece of the makeshift weapon remaining, he unravelled the cloth from around it and threw it like a small discus, embedding it in the guards hand and disarming him. Hearing the scuffle more crewmen rushed into the clearing carrying pipes, chains, tools and knives among other close combat weapons. The friendly fire wasn't helping and they had decided to stick together at least until a marksman could work his way up to a higher position.
"Okay, while you're all here you can just surrender." Joe tried to keep calm as the guards laughed off his suggestion. He took the grapple and line off his shoulder and started unravelling it. In his studies and self defense lessons he'd heard of a weapon called the Kusarigama, a chain weighted at one end with a sickle blade on the other, all he had was the weight end but he understood the principle of the weapon enough.
The first two crewmen rushed in only to be lashed around the legs and pulled to the floor, another was grabbed around the throat and dragged in for a stunning arm strike across the chest, the next had his wrench pulled from his hand and thrown at a gunman on top of a box. Joe twirled his grapple in an intimidation attempt.
"Seriously though, the rest of you can get away from this unhurt."
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Post by Reaper on Jul 29, 2010 0:03:15 GMT -5
Andreya listed from the balconey of her room to the gunfire that was echoing through the air. She looked around trying to find a way down to the deck. She was so concentraited on trying to find a way to climb down that she didn't hear the door to her room open let alone the hand wrapping around her waist. She screamed out as she was pulled away from the railing, and was throwin on the floor in the room. The man shut the door and turned to face Andreya. His face was scared and his eyes looked dead as he looked down at her.
"Escaping will only cause more trouble for you. Don't worry though. I wont let you go anywhere," he said as he folded his arms and stood to the left of the balcony door.
Andreya sat on the floor stairing at the man. She looked around the room and then crawled across the room. She wedged herself in between the bed and the wall, and laid down on the floor curling up into a very painful ball. Her arms and legs were screamin from the pain, and blood started soaking the bandages as she streatched her wounds.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 29, 2010 0:53:39 GMT -5
The sound of AK-47 fire, a thud as a thug fell to the ground, the large rounds turning his chest into hamburger. Thorton ripped the magazine out of the well and slipped a new one in, showing a surprising amount of skill with the weapon. He had received extensive training with the weapon, as it had been the preferred weapon of the enemy when he was still in Force Recon. He went forward and checked the body, taking the several AK magazines he had, and the sidearm to boot. An M1911A1, another real but highly produced weapon. He set it on the ground and took the two spare magazines, putting them in his pocket and picking up the pistol.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement, raising up and aiming the .45. Another thug. Thorton fired six times, until the man went down. He’d been dead since the second shot, but it was training kicking in. Fire until your enemy was no longer on his feet. In all likelihood he wouldn’t get back up or even fire while he was down. Thorton let the magazine fall from the well and slipped a new one in before he slipped it into the back of his waistband. He shouldered the rifle and kept moving. The first rule of Resistance, the R in SERE, keep on the move. When faced with superior numbers, you couldn’t hole up somewhere, you would be overrun. You had to hit and run, something that this maze of cargo containers seemed to be built for.
He rounded a corner and saw Joe, surrounded. He had no doubt Joe could handle himself, but they didn’t have time.
“Down!” He yelled. Joe followed the direction without hesitation while the others stopped to see who had yelled it out. In that time, Thorton jerked his wrist to the right and held the weapon sideways, holding down the trigger and using the muzzle rise to sweep across the men. Most of them were cut down, several got out of the way only to run away or be picked off by more accurate single shots.
“We need to get to higher ground, find where their keeping Andreya.” Thorton said, not even waiting for Joe to stand up again.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 30, 2010 11:17:52 GMT -5
"Nice shooting."
Joe picked himself up, listening to Thornton telling him about the need for higher ground. Before he'd finished Joe was swinging his grapple again, hooking the edge of a crate and pulling himself up, reaching his hand down to give Thornton an assist. Easier said than done given the difference in build.
"I'm starting to like this." He reeled in the grapple again. "I should look into some improvements when we get your daughter home."
The pair hopped and ran along the top of the cargo containers towards the bridge, seeing a man standing just inside a doorway blocking someone. Joe hurled the grapple again, striking him across the shoulder to catch his attention, pulling the line back caught his collar and dragged him over the edge of the railing. He landed in front of Thornton as Joe rushed over, kneeling on his throat to keep him pinned and throwing the grapple once more to hook onto the railing.
"I'm thinking that would be a good place for you to get a look. Climb on up and I'll keep our friend under control down here."
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Post by Reaper on Aug 1, 2010 18:24:22 GMT -5
The man standing in Andreya's room shifted for a moment before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and answered it. He listened to it and then hung up and put it back in his pocket. Turning to the balcony he opened the doors and looked out toward the storm that was moving in fast. The thunder and lighting flashing from the distance was and indicator that this was something more. He walked over to the bed to reach for Andreya, but she had crawled under the bed.
"Get over here," he growled as he reached for her ankle. She kicked him hard causing him to curse.
Andreya crawled out the other side and ran for the balcony. She was pratically over the railing when the man caught her. He through her against the side wall causing her to cry out. As Andreya shifted to move away he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. He reached down and gripped the back of her kneck and shook her heard until she stopped moving. Andreya whimppered slightly as he wrapped his arm and picked her up under his arm.
He walked out of the room and down the hall. As he hit the outside deck the strom was ontop of them. The wind was raging and the rain was blinding. Waves started to wash up on the deck as the ship rocked back and forth. Andreya bit the man's hand causing him to let go of her. She hit the grown and crawled into a run. A large wave hit the side of the ship causing it to tip slightly. Andreya hit the floor and slid to the railing. She cried out as she gripped the railing tightly holding on for her life.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 4, 2010 8:20:45 GMT -5
Thorton climbed up the rope quickly, slinging the rifle and using his upper body strength as his legs hung in the air lazily. He swung his legs over the rail and got the weapon back out, moving along the upper level. He saw a door open, saw what looked to be a room full of medical supplies. A struggle had ensued… She was here, he knew it.
It only took him a few moments see her, the man trying to make his way to her and her holding onto the railing for dear life. The storm overhead came out of nowhere, and Thorton knew he had to get back inside somewhere.
Hopping the railing on the other side of the walkway, he let the AK 47 drop and pulled out the 1911. From on top of the cargo container he landed on, he aimed. One, two, three. Three shots, three hits, three wounds for blood to pour out of and pool on the deck of the ship as the man trying to get to Andreya went down. Thorton hopped down from the crate and ran to her as best he could, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her. He was a better anchor than she was. Short of a fifteen foot wave or some debris, the storm wouldn’t knock him off his feet.
“Run!” He yelled, pointing to a door across the deck. They needed shelter, wait out the storm and hope the boat didn’t capsize. Storms on the open ocean, they lasted much longer than storms moving onto dry land.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 7, 2010 18:50:05 GMT -5
"End of the line Thornton!"
One of the guards stepped out in front of the door waving a handgun whilst trying to stay balanced with the rocking of the boat. He took aim as he started to gain his footing.
"Hand over the girl and maybe I'll just throw you overboard, you'll have a better chance staying afloat without me putting a bullet in you!"
KLANG
The man dropped to the deck, sliding with the next wave past the two as Joe stepped up to the door holding a fire extinguisher.
"Sorry about that." He threw his grapple line down to to help them up. "Got all turned around in these corridors, they all look similar. Tie that around you and I'll pull you in."
Joe helped them up and pulled the door closed behind them, swinging the valve shut to avoid them slipping out into the storm again. Afterwards he pulled a pair of fire blankets from the same cabinet the extinguisher was in.
"Best to keep yourselves warm, wouldn't do for you to catch a cold on top of everything else. I found a first aid kit as well. Are either of you hurt? I'm hoping not for your sakes but it seemed wise to be prepared."
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Post by Reaper on Aug 7, 2010 21:42:35 GMT -5
Andreya wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and sat down on the floor. Her body was screaming in pain, but the bleeding from her cuts had stopped which she was thinkful. She looked up at Joe and Thorton, and then out the small window from the closed door. There was a large wave that struck the side of the ship causing it to tip violently to the left throwing them against the side wall, and then to the floor once it settled down again. Andreya moaned slightly as she held her arm tightly.
The ship rocked again. The violent shift caused the ship to completly roll over leaving it upside down. Andreya laid on the roof staring at the floor as she tried her best to gather herself. It was the feel of the water surrounding her that caused her to move. She looked back at the door as the water was spraying through the cracks on the door. She reached out to grab at Thorton and Joe. "C- can we go," she asked almost whispering the words.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 8, 2010 4:22:49 GMT -5
It figured… Out of one mess, the elements and the danger of being swept overboard, and into another, being trapped and slowly waiting to drown as the boat filled with water. “Ya, we’re going to get out of here.” He told her. He looked around the room for a moment. Nothing that could be used here, but they had to have something. Scuba equipment, that’s what they needed.
“All right, stay here with her, I’m going to go and take a look down there.” He said. He took the .45 out of the back of his pants and held it up. He could already see the look on Joe’s face.
“I’m not giving you a choice.” He said. He made Joe take it. Even if Joe got rid of it as soon as Thorton was out of the room, he felt better if they had it. Mainly for the fact, if someone happened upon Andreya and Joe, Joe wouldn’t get the chance to do anything before they were killed or captured. Thorton didn’t want to risk it.
“I’ll be back in ten minutes, if I’ve found anything or not.” He said. Worse came to worse… He didn’t want to think about it. He went to the door leading deeper into the boat and hauled himself up, over the frame of the door and into the hallway. “Ten minutes!” He yelled back, moving forward. A storage room, maybe the cargo hold, he didn’t know where they would store that kind of gear, if they had it. Beyond that, a life preserver and something to be used as an air pocket was his next idea.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 9, 2010 11:04:21 GMT -5
Joe looked at the gun in his hand nervously, the closest he'd come to actually knowing how to use one was browsing a handbook in a waiting room when he was getting a security check on base, he quickly flicked the safety on.
"If it's all the same, I'd rather not use this and get to seeing what I can do otherwise to help for now."
He checked the door that was leaking water, pulling a red emergency lever at the side to close extra seals, the leaks slowed to a minor drip here and there.
"Okay, that'll hold." He tucked the gun away and opened the first aid box. "Andreya, are you wounded? I'd better get you patched up while we have some time."
(ooc: unless you planned otherwise Reaper, assume he got to work treating wounds by your post if needed)
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Post by Reaper on Aug 9, 2010 20:41:41 GMT -5
Andreya let Joe tend to her wounds. The had stopped bleeding, but at one point started again. What ever the doctor had done before all of this had been destroyed once they tried to escape. When he finished she slid back against the wall. She glaced around the room and then pulled her knees to her chest. "I can't swim," she whispered slightly. "All this makes me really nervious," she said as she pulled her knees to her chest.
The door beside her swung open a man instantly reaching for her, but Joe was quicker on his feet. As he and the man tumbled out of the room another one was entering. He reached down grabbing Andreya by the arms and dragging her to her feet. "I heard someone can't swim," he said as he started dragging her out of the room. "Deal with him and go after the other. I'm taking the jail bird for a swim," he said as he dragged her up the hall kicking and screaming.
He spotted Thorton just down the hall, taking a quick left he shut the door behind him and locked it. "LET GO!!" she screemed even louder as she seen what he was about to do. There was what seemed like a large pool of water, but it was more obvious that it lead straight to the ocean as one of the glass doams was busted out from the roll. "PLEASE!!" she cried as she continued to kick and scream.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 10, 2010 2:44:54 GMT -5
Thorton continued down the hall for a bit, stopping when his mind had counted out three minutes. He’d made a bit of progress, got a good ways across the boat. He’d been peeking into rooms as he went, and he finally found something useful. Scuba equipment, probably for rescue of underwater exploration. The tanks were small, looked like portable air tanks that paramedics had in their trucks. He grabbed three of them and slung them over his shoulder, pleased that they already had the hoses and mouth guards on them. He was pressed for time, didn’t bother with anything else. He was about to turn around when he felt something jab into his back.
“Put the gun down.” A voice said. Thorton sighed and let the AK 47 fall to the ground. “And the tanks.” The man said again. Thorton let them fall to the ground as well. The owner of the voice pressed the rifle into Thorton’s back harder, and Thorton sighed.
“You shouldn’t press the barrel right against someone’s back.” He said.
“And why not?” The voice asked.
“Because it makes it really easy to…” He started, spinning and grabbing the muzzle with his left hand before he was fully around. He both pointed the barrel away from himself and ripped it from the mans hand. He shouldered it in an instant and looked at his attacker.
“…do that.” He finished. The man put his hands up, and moved to the side.
“Ok, just go, I wont mess with you anym…” The man was cut off by the gunshot, entering his side and exiting the other, puncturing both lungs. He fell to the ground, near dead and already going into shock. Thorton slung the new weapon over his shoulder and picked up the tanks again, also grabbing a life vest he hadn’t seen hanging near the door. He was a good swimmer, damn good, and he had to assume Joe wasn’t all that bad at it either. He made his way back to the room he had left, catching a man dragging Andreya into another door and Joe nowhere to be seen. He hopped down into the room and looked at the door. After finding it was locked, he used the wooden stock of the rifle to break the porthole glass. Reaching down and ignoring the cut on the inside of his bicep, he unlocked and opened the door.
Ignoring the way Joe and his attacker had gone, knowing Joe could take him down with ease, he made it to the pool of the next room and held the rifle on the man. The man used Andreya as a shield, but Thorton didn’t let his own rifle fall.
“This is only going to end two ways. You let her go, I let you go on your way, you try to make it to the surface and through this hurricane just like us. You drop her in that pool, I kill you, I save her, and we still go on our way. The choice is yours, and you don’t have much time to decide which way you wanna do it.” He said.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 11, 2010 12:08:42 GMT -5
Joe managed to get the upper hand over his ambusher quickly, throwing him against the wall as he sprinted for the other thug grabbing Andreya, unfortunately the first recovered and shoulder tackled him, slamming the door shut and cracking his knuckles.
"So, you'd be the little wimp who's been hanging around adding to my boss's troubles. Honestly, I don't see the big deal they made out of you."
Joe stood and took an aggressive stance, ignoring the gun in his belt for now.
"Step out of my way and you won't get hurt. I just want to get that girl out of here."
"Oooooh, big talk tiny, see this?" The thug flexed one of his arms. "Got some special juice used by the underground cage fighters in south america. Gives me biceps like stone, fists like hammers...."
Joe shot out a quick punch to the mans shoulder, stunning him when it actually hurt.
"And messes up your nerves. Now out of the way."
The thug roared and charged Joe, grabbing him around the waist and trying to crush him. A quick series of jabs to the ears and neck forced him to let go and attempt a cheap shot below the belt, easily countered by deflecting it with a forearm strike. A few more quick punches to the arm joints left the man whimpering on the floor as Joe walked past. Stopping when he heard a hammer click.
"You dropped this. Figure I'll just pop you a few times and that'll be the end of it." He pulled the trigger, hearing an empty clicking.
"I detest guns, was just holding that one for a friend." Joe waved the magazine. "Batteries not included as they say?"
He finished off the thug with a kick to the chin before retrieving the gun. Rushing back to help Andreya and seeing Thornton trying to get a shot as she was held as a shield. Joe reacted in what was likely the least intelligent manner. Throwing the handgun and catching the thug across the eye, he let go of Andreya in the shock.
"Problem solved, just swim out of here and we'll say no more of this."
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Post by Reaper on Aug 11, 2010 12:49:55 GMT -5
As soon as Andreya was freed of the man she took off but not quick enough. He latched onto her hand and jerked her toward the pool. Andreya screamed as she hit the water, and the man was quickly diving for the pool as well. He quickly disappeared beneath the surface leaving Andreya struggling to get back to the surface.
There was a loud explosion that echoed through the ship followed by several more. The last one blowing out a section of the wall to the room they were standing in. The firer blazing hot and the smoke rising to the floor. Several of the tanks near the fire exploded sending shrapnel flying across the room.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 12, 2010 5:41:50 GMT -5
Thorton let the rifle fall and hang by the sling as he dove into the pool after Andreya. He was down to her in a few moments, his deliberate dive much faster than her struggling sink. He grabbed her and started to swim to the surface of the pool, waiting for the fire to clear before he went up. He gave her the air tank, guiding the hose to her mouth and making her bite down on it.
“Keep your eyes close, hold on tight.” He told her quickly, putting another hose into his own mouth and passing one to Joe, who had jumped into the pool with him. He quickly took it out of his mouth again. “Joe, stay within five feet of me at all times, when we get to the surface we stay latched to each other.” He said. He put the life jacket he had grabbed around Andreya’s neck and synched it in place. “On three.” He said. He began counting. “One.” He said before he put the hose back into his mouth and counted to two with his fingers. He held up three, and dove back under.
It wasn’t hard to keep Andreya from floating back up with her life vest, he was easily heavy enough to compensate for it, with all of the swim training he had. He went down and cleared the dome, and moved away from the boat. First rule when escaping a sinking ship. Get away from it. The pressure would take you down with it.
It wasn’t long before they cleared the ship, staring out into the endless blue of the ocean. Thorton looked up, saw the thrashing of the waves. They weren’t out of this yet. He pulled a bit, making sure Joe knew he was still going. They started to rise, and he stopped it. He didn’t want to rise, he wanted to see if they could clear the hurricane before they ran out of air.
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