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Post by thegunny on Jun 20, 2009 12:21:51 GMT -5
Terry had easily been able to find 9x19, .44 Magnum, .357 Magnum, and 12 gauge ammunition. .45 colt and 20 gauge.... well, he got some 20 gauge ammunition but not too much, just enough that their 20 gauge Remington 870 wouldn't be useless. However... He heldout as Mikey spoke to him a Remington 870 12 gauge and an 8" Taurus raging bull .44 Magnum
The Remington was easy to get. We just got plain out f**king lucky we got a raging bull for her. We can't take no for an answer Mikey, she needs to get off the .45 colt sooner or later. I could reload her some grade-A stuff, but we don't even have the supplies to do that for her. It'll be better if we share our .44 Magnum and 12 Gauge ammunition.
Terry shook his head, dumbfounded as to where she even got such an antique and the ammunition for it. .45 Colt had great, great potential, but you had to reload it to get the good stuff. Could even outperform the .44 magnum... but Factory loadings were anemic so it could run in revolvers like the colt peacemaker. Those wer so old they couldn't run modern loadings, and no one wants to get sued because some idiot put in a modern hot-loaded .45 colt round into an ancient Wild-west museum piece. She probably had the anemic stuff, the loaded down ammunition, that would explain why it was running in her revolver. Terry then says
We got the ammunition now, I just loaded it all into a couple backpacks from their hunting items section. I put some more reloading supplies in there too for your .357 Magnum. Might try and get you some hot loadings later. Think we should spend sometime testing this ammunition in our weapons before we go off?
Terry wasn't even sure if there was enough ammunition here of each brand and loading to be able to test it and make sure its the best in their firearms, but he knew that that was the best thing to do when dealing with ammunition in firearms you've never shot or shot with them before. They had already pretty much got all they were here for. Looking around, he says
And think it'd hurt to grab a bunch of hunting gear and stuff while we're here? Clothes, boots, knives, flashlights, batteries... ya know?
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Post by Crystal on Jun 20, 2009 18:38:45 GMT -5
Crystal looked back and her eyes widened, "How the HELL is that thing still alive?! I hit the thing going sixty!" She growled and put it in reverse, the thing was still struggling to get up as she kicked the gas down and backed the two ton, maybe three, into his face as she shakingly sighed and drove forward again, she climbed into the back and looked down at the thing again.
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Nothing. Thank god.
She climbed out of the truck and took her Peacemaker with her, she went over to it and stared at the thing for a long time before aiming her gun at it and firing one shot. Its brains splatered the road. She ran over to Nick and nodded, "We need to get the others quickly, but lets go into this Pharmacy and get some medication."
With that done and said she went inside and grabbed a metal bat, her gun at her side as she flipped the switch on, no sign of anything alive, or almost alive. "Clear." She whispered, motioning for Nick to follow.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 22, 2009 6:07:36 GMT -5
"I'm in the market for a new sidearm too." He told Terry, putting the Bull in his bag after checking to see if it was empty and slinging the 870 over his shoulder next to the competion one Terry had given him. ".44 is nice, but I'm more looking for an automatic. Don't think I'll be spotting a Desert Eagle anytime soon..." He said, taking a look in the case. Anything with a higher capacity was good. That was the reason he had picked the .357 for a concealed carry. Small frame revolver with seven shots. The only one he could find like it. He knew of an 8 shot one around, but he had never been able to find it. Otherwise, that would be the one going into his ankle holster in a few minutes.
His eyes settled on an automatic pistol in the case. Looked a lot like a Glock at first glance, but the subtle differences gave it away. It was a Springfield XD. Esentially a Glock 17 from a different company. He grabbed it, pleased to see that it was already chambered for 9 mil. Saved them time. He slipped it into the bag after verifying that no magazine was inside and no round was in the chamber, followed by the magazines he saw for it.
"I think we should just take what we have and get going. Hunting gear? Some, ya. Dont think we need clothes, but boots for who dont have em. Flashlights and batteries, hell ya. I dunno, what else do you think we'd need Bear?" He asked.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 22, 2009 20:49:34 GMT -5
Terry says as he started grabbing more of the 9x19 ammunition
Go get some batteries and flash lights. Forget the footwear for now, we don't know anyones sizes. Get some rain and cold wheather gear... thermal blankets... lanterns maybe. We can't carry portable heaters or generators.
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Post by Lawton on Jun 23, 2009 16:19:08 GMT -5
Nick followed close behind Crystal, covering her back as she entered the pharmacy. As she said, nothing looked like the undead in the main room. Even so, Nick kept one hand on his weapon as he searched the shelves for anything useful, a sort of force of habit. "Doesn't look like there's much in here." He said. "I got bottle of Ibuprofen... No Aspirin though, at least on this shelf." He glance over at Crystal. "How about you? Find any Gauss?" Nick asked, then glanced over at the counter to the back room. "I'm going to check the back room. See if they have anything where the pharmacists keep prescription medication." He pocketed the Ibuprofen, and readied his Uzi. He was glad to still have his company's Gard's weapon. It would be good if there is anything close quarters as it's easy to maneuver.
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Post by Crystal on Jun 25, 2009 5:41:19 GMT -5
Crystal nodded and stuffed some Methadone in her back pocket, quickly scanning the other shelves. Thats when she heard a moan, her entire body froze as she glanced over to her right.
She saw a woman, still alive..She thought at least, her skin was a pasty white and her eyes were a nice shade of green, Crystal walked closer, her eyes narrowed before widening at the sight. The woman was holding a child, blood was everywhere as a man looking around his thirties was laying on the ground. He was dead, and by that the living dead at one time, the woman's leg was gone and a riot stick was at her side.
"Holy s***....Nick! We got a live one for now...and a baby!" Why didn't she see the poor woman before?! The woman looked over at Crystal as Crystal froze again. "P-Please...save my...c-child....k-kill me..." Crystal narrowed her eyes in slight confustion until she put two and two together.
The woman ran in here during labor and tried to keep the dead out, she was laying against the shelve for whatever shelter she could find when the man went over while she was in labor and ate her leg off. She killed the man and gave birth to the child...lucky ass woman, tough as hell too.
Crystal quickly went to her and took the baby, it was perfectly fine but the mother would surely die. "P-Please, promise me you'll take care of my baby Aimi..." Crystal felt a ton weigh down on her shoulders just then, taking care of a child at birth would be amazingly hard for her. She looked down at the child, she{baby} had a color between pale green and pale grey, like most childern at birth. Crystal looked up at the mother and saw she was looking at her panting.
".....I'll take care of her.....what's your name? So she knows how brave her mother was...?" The mother smiled a little and gulped, panting for breath that was leaving her to quickly, "...S-Saphire...." Crystal stood and nodded, the mother shed tears.
"Saphire, I'll promise on my life Aimi will have a better life." Saphire, the mother smiled and closed her eyes, she stopped breathing...
Crystal pulled out her peacemaker and aimed at Saphire's head, and waited a few moments.
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Moan, BANG!
Crystal closed her crystal clear blue eyes and looked away from the mother, the baby Aimi started crying loudly as Crystal rocked her back to sleep. With that done she picked up the riot bat and pulled a heating blanket over her body and head, taking another blanket and wrapping it around the child quickly for warmth. She immediatly got back to work one handed and got some baby meds for the child, she glanced at Nick and looked away.
Usually, Crystal was happy to save the dead from murdering the living, but this woman saved her child from certain death, that was a greater deed than saving the living human adult or toddler. Crystal saw a bag with in bold letters Baby Strap Carrier, walking over to it she tore the bag open with her vampire teeth and pulled the thing out. Strapping it around one shoulder she placed the sleeping child in it and looked around for more things.
{As of this moment Aimi is NPC, but I shall make a profile for her ^^}
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Post by thegunny on Jun 28, 2009 14:23:34 GMT -5
The Dragonfly private military contractor's truck rocked and bucked as it roared down the streets of Stoneville, barely slowing down for speed bumps here and there, and sometimes sliding as it turns. The technical was blazing past any possible opposition, and went right past Charmian street, past the police Precinct, and started to head towards a Kroger, near a local Cabela's store. The truck slowed down suddenly, and started to come to a stop across from the Kroger and in front of a post office. Claypoole says into his radio as he starts to drive the pickup truck into the alleyway to the right seperating the small post office from a high rise apartment complex, with just a foot between the wall and the truck
Lets squeeze this into the alleyway near the post office, and then figure out where to go. UAV's, satellite imaging.. Do we even know where the hell the things we're looking for are?
As soon as Claypoole opened the door and squeezed out of the truck, and then Emily was starting to get out as well, they heard a loud, inhuman, unrecognizable screech, and Claypoole growls
Quick! Inside!
That sound was probably what they were here for...
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Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2009 7:49:51 GMT -5
Mikey had gone to the shelves as soon as Terry had started to name off things they would need. As he pulled them off the shelves and put them in another bag, he started naming them off. Hopefully, it would jog Terry's memory and he would think of some other things they would need.
"Flashlights, check. Batteries, check. Blankets, check. Warming pads, check." He said, taking several of each item and stuffing them into a bag that he half expected to come apart at the seams and drop its contents on the floor.
The roar erupted from outside, and his eyes shot toward the door. "What the f**k was that?" He said, more an exclimation than a question.
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Tyson hopped to the ground from the truck and took a look around. He hefted his newly loaded rifle, the one that had helped him blast his way in and out of hairy situations for the past few years. One that he had grown fond of, that he couldnt imagine going without. It had almost killed him, literally and figuratively, using that shotgun back at the broadcast center and everything before it.
He followed the group of Emily and Claypoole, bringing up the rear as they moved inside for cover and a vantage point on the creatures they were looking for. From what he could remember of their descriptions, they looked like roaches. Some of the places he had lived in his childhood, he wouldnt find it hard to find a roach or two.
"Who exactly is providing those UAV's or the imagery?" He asked, wondering who it was they had contacts with. He had a good deal of contacts himself, but they were mainly arms dealers. He could get guns anywhere in the world, illegally if he wanted them in a hurry or legally if he had some time to kill. He was pretty sure he was owed an airstrike or two as well, but he would have to make some phone calls to confirm that. He didnt think it was the TFP helping them out on this one. They were on an independant PMCD mission. Wasnt likely the US government would allow resources for some merc's who wernt working for them anymore.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 2, 2009 21:16:26 GMT -5
Terry looked around, and stuffed the last of the ammunition into his backpack, and says ever so quietly, but loud enough for Mikey to hear
I.. I really don't give a s**t. Lets get out before we find out. The back door, you saw a back door, right?
Terry pulls out his cellphone and calls Lawton and Crystal, waiting for them to answer before saying quietly
We're leaving Cabela's. Somethings out here.... we're taking the back door... gonna try and sneak away. ----------------------------------------------- Claypoole grumbled
Hell if I know. PMCD didn't disclose the details, the employer requested anonymanity. I wish I knew.
Claypoole had plenty of money these days, and he had long long ago sorted out his money issues, and now didn't "need" his employers. No. He could take it or leave it, and be just fine. That meant he had a luxury that so many employees of many ethnicitys, nationalities, and genders all wish they had--- the ability to choose who they work for, what they worked, and if they even worked at all. Claypoole trusted PMCD though, and figured that he could bet his boots that they weren't dirtying their hands, certainly not with Mercenaries like Claypoole and Tyson. That would be a bad, bad, choice for them. The team came to a 2nd floor room overlooking the alleyway that had their truck, and Claypoole pulled up a chair, sat down, and set himself up for an overwatch to watch the truck, as Emily set down her portable MIL-SPEC laptop on the bed, and started to check the UAV and satellite images that were being streamed to them from their anonymous employer. Claypoole quickly says
Emily, find our location and check for any eyes in the sky in our area. Find out what that screeching noise was. Tyson, can you look for more windows and see if you can't find it? I'm going to watch the truck... which has all of our supplies and is our only way around this hell hole.
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Post by Crystal on Jul 3, 2009 21:31:19 GMT -5
Crystal heard the phone loud and clear, she grabbed everything else that she could and grabbed Nick around the sleeve and dragged him out. Running to the Truck she opened the door and jumped in, baby still in its holder as she slammed the door shut and waited for Nick to get inside. Then she turned the truck on and drove away, hopefully Mikey or Terry at least got a good gun for her. She turned the truck behind the Gun Shop which was seperated by a wooden fence and took her phone, beeping Terry's phone twice she whispered in it.
"We're behind the wooden fence waiting for you, hurry up..."
She looked around and felt goosebumps rise up her arms as she watched, there was nothing out there....Not even a dried up crummy dead corpse.
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Post by Lawton on Jul 4, 2009 9:41:58 GMT -5
[sorry for the late post, but this one will catch me up.]
Nick had already made it to the back room door and was about to open it when Crystal called to him. He glanced over his shoulder, but couldn't see over the isles. "Baby?" He thought out loud, and abandoned the search for the door. Instead, he hurried back to where Crystal was. He saw the woman that was on the ground as he came up next to crystal, and he saw her wounds. (Aww hell... She isn't going to make it...) He thought to himself, and let his weapon rest at his side. He knelled next to her as she handed Crystal her baby, and rested his hand on her shoulder, listening to their conversation intently. Nicks expression was sad and concerned. He watched as Crystal drew her weapon, and waited for Sapphire to succumb to the virus. The wait wasn't long. One shot, and it was over. Blood had stained Nick's vest, but he didn't really care. He closed the brave womans eyes, and Crystal covered her. He stayed put for a while, staring at the blanket before finally getting up and aiding Crystal with the carrier. That done, he said: "I'm going to check the back room..." His tone was... Softer than normal. He made a move to say something else, but decided against it. He walked to the door, and readied his weapon. He reached for the nob, and Crystal's phone rang, nearly making him jump. "Eh... Forget the back room." He said quietly, thinking out loud. (We have enough stuff already, no use risking our lives on this one.). He a few feet over to Crystal to try and catch the end of the conversation, when she hung up and grabbed his sleeve, hurrying him out to the truck. This time he sat in the front passenger seat, and out of habit he buckled the belt as Crystal started the vehicle and brought it around behind the gun shop. He sat there in silence, waiting for their companions. For some reason... He just had a bad feeling about this one...
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Post by thegunny on Jul 4, 2009 14:26:09 GMT -5
Terry, Mikey, and Sara left Cabela's through the backdoor, and saw a truck with the others in it. Wait, since when did we have a truck? Terry's brain must be on the fritz if Crystal already told them what they had found. Terry was about to say something into the cell phone when they heard the screech again, and they looked over their shoulders to see the sources of the screeches, causing Terry to yellRun for it!(Resident evil spoiler alert. RE5 Reaper) www.youtube.com/watch?v=ineLgstsmoQ&feature=related
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Post by Crystal on Jul 7, 2009 5:52:42 GMT -5
{~runs in circles~ AHHH WHERE IS IT?!?!? xDD;} [/color]" She was oddly calm about this as the truck slammed into some of the dead, she took a turn out of the alleyway and onto the streets. She knew where she was now, grinning she waited for Terry to take the shot.[/ul]
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Post by thegunny on Jul 7, 2009 18:32:25 GMT -5
Terry tried to take the shot, but finally growls in frustration as the truck's flatbed was bucking and kicking too much
Stop for a moment so I can shoot this thing!
Crystal slowed the car down long enough for Terry to aim with the scope on the Browning BLR and fire his lever action, belching out a monstrous .358 Winchester round, which zipped and slammed right into the roaches hard exoskeleton. Terry worked the lever on his rifle, his eyes wide in horror and shock as he saw it continuing on and hissing, seeming to shrug the hit off, and shot it again in the head. The... thing stopped, and screeched again, but kept on coming. Terry yells out in a bit of a frenzy
Just go d**nit! Just go! Its not dying!
Terry started working the lever action faster, the powerful .358 Winchester rounds hitting it and hurting it, undeniable, but all it was doing was slow it down. Then, a bullet glanced off its exoskeleton and hit a yellow-orbish-egg-thing, causing it to splat, and the roach to stop and screech again, flailing its limbs and spew a horrendous smelling putrid urine colored gas, and seem to have more of the eggs expose themselves on its chest where its heart should be... Terry fired another shot on instinct hitting the big orb in its bottom left, which caused it to stop and screech again, and apparently get very wounded. Terry's mind was processing it right as they turned a corner and realized they would know how to kill one next time they went up against it, but it was still surprising to him... D**n. It didn't die still. A .358 Winchester could take a d**n bear down, or a buffalo... that wasn't very comforting. Terry says from the flatbed
How much gas we got? Do we need to top her off?
Terry turns around to look inside the truck cab, and his eyes widen even more as he sees the disgusting inside conditions
S**T, WHERED YOU FING FIND THIS?
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Post by Crystal on Jul 7, 2009 20:54:06 GMT -5
Crystal sighed and glared at Terry, "Calm down, We found it at the pharmacy, and your gonna wake up Aimi!" She hissed out as the baby seemed to relax and stare around, finally resting her eyes on Terry she giggled and looked up at Crystal. "I'll tell you when we get to the house again OK? But a long story short, found it with dead inside, killed the dead, went inside and found Aimi. Want details ask Nick..."
Crystals I blue eyes turned cold as she watched in front of her as she drove the car down the road before gripping the steering wheel. She could imagine the pain that poor woman went through..... Shaking it off she took a left before her eyes ment a fire.
"Damn it.." She drove on, trying to ignore the moans and screams of the people inside, no way in hell they could save them poor people now...
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