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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 0:26:26 GMT -5
A high class inn with three stories. Before the outbreak it was mostly used for weddings and even called it by the famous wedding song "Pachelbel's Canon". It is now used as a short break from outbreak. Whatever's left in the Inn is yours for the taking.
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Post by Winters on Jun 10, 2010 1:00:43 GMT -5
"Griffin HQ, any update on the MIA S.T.A.R.S. group?" Running down the main street of Stoneville, Arc spoke into the earpiece. The had been a nearby STARS team last known inside of an Inn on the corner of Brown and Main. He just happened to be in the area when the call was made, but after an hour of radio silence, some deeper investigation had to take place.
"Pachelbel Inn? Im in the immediate area, what were the coordinates?" Reaching for a small device on his chest, Arc pushed a few buttons into his GPS, and then set it back onto his belt. Due north on this street, near the back of place, the device was picking a signal from another for of communication. It links to the radio frequency used by the STARS team, it was no doubt the missing officer. Keeping a careful eye on his surroundings, Arc made his was inside the building, shining the LED flashlight in front of him. Besides the moon beams shining through the partially borded up windows, it was the only source of light in the place. But suddonly, there was a shift of movement in the next room behind an ajar doorway. Peeking the light through the crack, Arc called out in a booming voice to whoever, or whatever was on the other side. "This is BSAA Operative Arcian Griffin, if your hear me, please respond!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 10, 2010 2:37:05 GMT -5
Alex grunted and coughed, tufts and tufts of thick, black smog had drained through the cracks in the boards, under the doors and carried out into the hallway. Being stuck in the an apartment with a freshly put out fire, which wasn't new to poor ol' Alex, it was still very different. Shot up bodies and some with charred flesh patches of his comrades had lied around, the smell of burnt hair lingering.
Other bodies had been undead and some others which were prolly sprawled in the halls as well, of a group of hostiles they'd taken down. Alex had been the lone survivor in the mess. He coughed and hacked, holding his wounded arm and going for one of the windows, to rid of the smoke. Luckily the familiar voice of a man had broke through the crackling of smaller flames.
"Arc?" he grumbled, wondering if he misheard the man's stated name. He coughed into his hands, putting his weapon away and running toward the door, beating on it. "Hey! -cough cough- I'm in here! Help me break these -cough cough- boards off the doors! We, -cough- were ambushed!" he yelled through to the other side.
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Post by Winters on Jun 10, 2010 3:05:45 GMT -5
Pushing open the door, the light shined through thick clouds of smoke that filled the hallway. But then he heard a voice, it spoke his name in a questioning manner. Where have I heard that voice before? Calling my name, ive heard that tone somewhere in my history. When the man on the other side asked for help getting out of the smokey box, Arc didnt really pay attention figuring out who it was, and focused on getting the door open. Seeing how the frame was tightly sealed, it looked like the only was through would be finding the key. But there was no time for that, he had to do something, and quickly. Leaning back, Arc flung his shoulder forward, hitting the door with his body forcefully.
After another hit with his shoulder, the man on the other side instinctively began to ram at the door with each pause Arc took. The two of them worked as a team, weakening the frame with a cooperative one two ram combination. In less than a minute, the door has finally gave out, and Arc was crashing to the floor inside. Waving the thick smoke away from his face, he stood up, and saw exactly who it was with his own two eyes. But Arc didnt say anything, they had to get out of here, each breath of dirty air they inhaled was doing damage to their lungs.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 10, 2010 3:14:51 GMT -5
Alex coughed and gagged, pulling back a Arc came crashing into the apartment. He reached down, grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him out. Once Arc assured him he could move on his own, both men pumped their arms and made a sprint down the halls, leaping over bodies and dodging an incoming trio of undead. Apparently the security system for the apartments had been intact still, maybe because of the people that lived here and so sets of sprinklers had went off, showering overhead.
Alex slipped and slid around as they came to the end of the hallway where a set of stairs and a pair of elevators had been. The elevators had been actively working and with a loud ping, the doors opened up, revealing five big men with rifles and shotguns. They weren't of S.T.A.R.S. so Alex as positive they were more hostiles.
"s***!" he hissed, taking cover back around a corner wall, Arc behind him with his back pressing against the said wall. A hail of bullets had spread amongst it, tearing through the old wall paper and sheet rock.
"More of them, s*** I'm glad she ain't here!" Alex exclaimed, reloading his gun. "Alright, they wanna play rough, I'm all for it," he finished, glancing over the corner and at the men that charged in through the elevator.
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Post by Winters on Jun 10, 2010 20:20:39 GMT -5
Arc was about to make a call on his radio codec, but decided that he could save an update for later. He was gone rogue on this mission, there was no backup for them anyway. Raising his SMG around the corner, Arc blind fired a few rounds toward the group of hostiles, forcing them to move into a nearby room. Some more gunfire hit the side of the hallway, there was too many of them to take them all out, even Alex knew it was a stupid move to even try. Motioning for the exit door not far around the corner, he made it clear what they were going to do. "Flash out in thee... Two... One... " Reaching for a small grenade on his belt, he pulled the pin, and rolled it into the hallway. A loud sound filled the air, and a flash of light lit up the hallway.
From there, both Arc and Alex had bolted around the corner, and into the exit door. On of the bullet from the gunfire had grazed his arm, ripping a gash in the hoody that tore downwards. Even though he wasnt hit, Arc put his hand over the gash to cover up the colored skin under it, out of Alexs view. Pressing himself against the wall, he made sure to keep quiet, knowing his partner would do the same. if the got out of the building without being seen or heard, there would be no way for the hostiles to find them. Only issue with this was the exit would be blocked off as safetly measure, Arc knew how these kinds of groups operated. "We need to stay in stealth, only engage if absolutely nessicary."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 11, 2010 1:39:47 GMT -5
Alex and Arc rounded down the staircase rather than the elevator since they were both intelligent enough to know that danger awaited the outside of those doors had they gone through it. Upon reaching the second level stairs, Arc had mentioned it was best that they'd stay in the shadows and only act if it deemed necessary. With the experience he had, he knew he was right and only grunted a little, nodding in acknowledgment.
When they finally hit the first floor stairway exit, he put an arm out and slowly creaked the door open, seeing only two gun men awaiting the elevator as he suspected. Their backs were turned so it was their cue to move out.
Both men took brisk, yet quiet steps out, slipping through the smallest opening of the door they could, to avoid further creaking which surely would blow their cover. When they safely made it across the hall, one of the gunmen's radios blared loud static, another man's voice echoing through.
''God dammit! They're on the f**kin' run! I repeat, those f**kin' sonsab*tches got away! I don't know where they went! Cover the exits!" the voice yelled in obvious distress.
Alex narrowed his eyes and watched both men run toward the entrance doors, a second later, the elevator pinged open and two more men had met up with them. The man looked over and at one of the windows nearby the archway to the lounge.
"We can just blast those f**kers away or we can take the window, then hightail it out of sight. What do you think, buddy?" he asked, still casting a glance at the window.
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Post by Winters on Jun 12, 2010 5:08:16 GMT -5
Staring outside the window, the moonlight shadows cast a perfect cover veil on the pair, they were completely invisible in this location. He ran through both actions in his head first, before making any moves. If they went out of the window, surely there would be guards patrolling the backside. But if they just took the four goons blocking the exit door. Both seemed like risky ideas, but the latter would be taking advantage of a great opportunity to take control of the situation. Both Arc and Alex were trained to handle combat situations, and would easily be able to take out the guards. "Mark and execute... Ready position..."
In that moment, the duo aimed both of their sidearms at the enemies, fixing the heads in he sights. With the silent, exhaled whisper of a one, two, and three, both of the men fired their rounds in unison, killing their targets. In the next second, they switches for opposite targets, and fired once again in unison. "Move! Now!" Arc and Alex slammed through the doorway, sprinting away from the building.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 14, 2010 0:30:19 GMT -5
A few other men had charged out of the elevator doors, running through the entrance to fire stray shots off in the distance as both men pumped their arms, executing their get-away. As the sound of crackling gunshots faded away, Alex and Arc came to a completel stop, both men slightly out of breath, Alex shaking his head, brushing a hand through his greasy, greying hair.
"Man, I didn't expect you to show up like that," he began, glancing at Arc and then scanning side to side up and down the barren streets for any signs of the undead. They seemed to be temporarily safe, however. The older man sighed inwardly upon seeing Arc's questioning face.
"Yeah, it's a long story. I know I'm probably introuble for bringing a team out to Raccoon without any real orders or coordinates eh? Well to be fair, I got a distress signal from the police department two days ago...my kid, she's out here somewhere. I gotta find her," he explained to his old friend knowing he'd understand.
He had, however, felt bad that the entire team failed miserably and died because of his recklessness, but it was something that was inevitable if he wanted to get out here to get his 16 year old. It's been two years afterall and being alive at her age was a huge suprise and agant wave of relief.
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Post by Winters on Jun 14, 2010 3:28:17 GMT -5
"Your daughter? Alex, I understand, some things come before others. Ill help you find her, not just as part of my job, but as a longtime partner. Do you know where she might be?" Asking the question, where she might be, as a little unorthadox. It wasnt like searching for a lost child at an airport, this was a much more dangerous enviorment for a young girl. Arc had lost many people in this apocalypse, most he will never ever find, but some come back on their own. Getting seperated from a partner is one thing, but losing a daughter is something no father should have to go through.
Before either of them could get anymore words out, Arc felt a sharp pain in his arm, and yelled out unintentionally. Grasping the hoody sleeve over the portion of his upper bicep where the accident had happened, he grit his teeth and looked down the street through the red washed eyes. The large cathedral would be the best option for surviving overnight, it would be a long hike back to Raccoon City, or wherever it was they were going. Its not like backup was coming, his own support was busy with another task, and wouldnt be available for at least another two days. Being off from the BSAA headquarters this long was probably worrying the department, but he was just another man out there, a coin being punched by the military. Without giving any explaination to Alex about his arm, the pair marched down the street to the cathedral. "That church, at the end of the block. We should rest there until morning..."
[Arc and Alex now at St. Micheal's Cathedral]
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