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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 6:41:46 GMT -5
Large churches out in the middle of nowhere for the most part, these buildings are quite sturdy with strong doors and sometimes barred windows. That made them the ideal place for certain groups of people, namely drug lords of this kind or that, to hole up in and try to survive. They took anyone who wasn’t infected with them, and are trying to survive as well as find a way out.
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Post by Scorpio on May 6, 2009 11:43:23 GMT -5
After a few hours of driving several mix tapes of songs designed to bore into the mind and latch on until death, Roper pulled his truck up at the side of the road, pointing out a collection of buildings in the distance.
"Far as I go mister man. Got my job to do."
Anthony stepped out of the truck cab and checked his map with the surroundings. It was a simple enough walk from here, just open desert between point A and B, anyone would see him coming. Interpol hadn't much info on the missions, only that various survivors occasionally used them to hold up or store supplies during long distance travel in the desert.
"Thanks a lot Roper. I'll find my own way back."
The truck pulled off as Anthony started his walk. Roper reached under his seat to find the phone he'd been given, the spare tracker was slipped onto Anthony's briefcase when he wasn't looking.
"My main boss man come in. Roper reporting over over?" **************************************************
"Quechnitian Quechnitian Quechnitian."
The red robbed figures chanted as they prepared for the ritual. The church they had chosen was heavily converted for their purposes, the old symbols destroyed or altered to bear the serpent design they chose, a carved altar at the head of the building in front of the organ and several hanging cages controlled by a chain and pulley system among other alterations to the building.
"Quechnitian Quechnitian Quechnitian."
"Brothers of the winged serpent!" The leader priest entered from a flight of stone steps leading up to his private chambers. His robe complimented by a gold headdress of a coiled snake, leaving gaps in the coils to reveal one of his eyes and his mouth. In one hand he carried a decorated chalice, in the other a staff bearing the winged snake effigy they worshiped.
"Bring forth our two chosen for tonight."
Chains were pulled lowering one of the cages, a soldier and civilian woman had been forced in the cramped cell together. As it hit the group a group of armed monks pulled the two out and restrained them. The head priest spoke again.
"A warrior in honour of the bounty from our God! and a priestess in tribute for the next bounty!"
The soldier was dragged to the altar and chained down upon it. He cursed the cult as the woman begged for some kind of reason or sanity from their captors. The priest put the chalice under a funnel at the end of the altar. He raised his staff, pushing a small button on the handle to deploy a thin blade from the base.
"Quechnitian Quechnitian Quechnitian."
The priest stabbed downward into the chest of his victim, leaving several wounds around the heart and letting the blood flow into several groves on the altar, pooling around the funnel and flowing into the chalice.
"Prepare the priestess!"
A wooden wheeled platform with a pole attached was brought in. The monks bound the woman to it as she struggled to break loose. The priest picked up the chalice and walked down to her, taking a few drops on his fingers and drawing a basic snake image on her forehead.
"Take her to the courtyard and secure the platform. The emissary's of the God will come at sundown."
He took a sip from the chalice and passed it among the other monks who did the same, occasionally refilling it from the altar when it ran low. The platform was wheeled outside as the chanting continued. The woman started yelling for help once the doors were opened.
"You should be honoured." The priest gritted his teeth. The new world was quite squeamish about his divine task.
"Quechnitian Quechnitian Quechnitian."
ooc: Navarro is at the mission, Sorry about the bad start, this will fit into the resi storyline soonish.
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Post by thegunny on May 6, 2009 18:24:25 GMT -5
The phone had rang almost as long as it could before the answering machine would take over, before Karl pulled out the cellphone--- mainly cause Quicksilver said something. Karl had more times then you'd think answered in the middle of someone talking to the answering machine. To those that knew him, they didn't see a reason why he wouldn't do that. To those that did, they always looked at this former Clarendon hills PD S.W.A.T officer(Who was slated as a possible F.B.I HRT or F.B.I field agent candidacy), former N.A.D.A.S agent, now senior Japan field office interpol agent with thinly vieled suspicion and doubt as it took him so long to answer a mere cell phone. They figured he was doing some "Spook" trick or crap and was waiting for some signal or something before he answered his phone. It didn't help he always had a different answer for why he did it... in this case, it was because he was busy driving and listening to Quicksilver give directions. It was the truth though. Despite this, as soon as he answered the phone he was all business. His "pothead" nature receded and his business self creeped in, allowing him to answer Roper quickly
You dropped him off. Affirmative.
Roper elaborated on specifics, and then the two hung up. Karl said without taking his eyes off the road as they came within sight of where Navarro was dropped off
Quicksilver, your going in following this guy solo. I'm your back up. When you go in, tell me the sitch. I want to know if I need to come in like a one man S.W.A.T team guns blazing or... if I just need to go shooter on these guys.
While Karl wasn't a sniper, at ranges 100-400 yards, Karl thought he could probably outshoot the guy in Shooter. Go beyond that, and Karl had to actually start trying. He was a d**n good shot and marksmen, but any sniper could outshoot him at true "long range" shooting. He had a Serbus 12 guage super shorty and his Remington 870MCS with Vang comp modifications to it, along with his Delta elite, in case he needed to go anywhere up close and dirty. However, with the terrain around them, he expected to be sticking to his LR-308 chambered for the .470 Rhino ammunition. The car stopped, and Karl let Quicksilver get out to go follow Navarro, still remaining as beyond visual range as possible
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Post by Mikey on May 7, 2009 4:12:37 GMT -5
"Cool." Quicksilver said simply, unzipping his jacket. He had a long sleeved shirt on underneath, a tight fitting model called "UnderArmor". It was about the best thing he could get in a normal place. He unbuckled the boots on his feet and slipped out of the baggy jeans as well, now in a body suit made of the stretchy material.
Reaching into the car, he grabbed a harness that looked much like a climbing harness. It was actually, with the sheathes for his numerouse knives sewed in place all over. Along with that was an attached leg holster for his only firearm, the Mac 10 .45 machine pistol.
"I love this part." He said, refering to going in first. Often times, he would go and hide somewhere and come out of nowhere when Karl needed help. That wasnt all that often, and he was getting sick of going places without anything to do. But, now that Karl was taking the slightly 'under the law but not above it' approach, he was finding more and more to do.
"Ok, I'll scale that wall, get a recon through the windows." He said simply, concentrating for a moment. He slowly faded from view where he stood until it was like he had faded out of existance all together. The only clue that he was there was the footsteps in the sand, and even they faded away with the slight breeze going.
He reached the wall in no time, setting his hand against the wall. It adheared to the brick, and he put his other hand higher. Again, it stuck. His feet followed, and like a spider he climbed up the wall, invisible to the world.
"Karl, I see someone." He said, squinting to see just who it was. He sure missed those goggles with the built in magnification... "Looks like our guy, I think. Never got a look at him." He said. Thats when he heard it. His ears, that could hear a pin drop in the sand back at the car by Karl, picked up what he knew was chanting. Some weird laungage that he couldnt identify. Hell, he only spoke English and a bit of Japanese. Mainly cursing, being around Koni too much.
"Got what sounds like... religious radicals?" He said, more asking than telling. No telling what they were. He climbed to the window and took a peek in, trying to get a good look at what was going on. But, it was kind of hard to look through stained glass.
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2009 17:44:01 GMT -5
The cultists wheeled the platform and stake bound sacrifice out to the centre of the courtyard, after making sure things were secure they scattered back to the church and the other surrounding buildings.
Anthony turned up in time to hear screaming, he rushed around the twisted paths between the buildings to the source, finding the ritual playing out in front of him.
"What the hell have I gotten into this time?"
Pulling his P-38, he took cover to wait for the cultists to disperse, rather than run out playing Bruce Lee and getting caught as well. Unfortunatly, the cultists seemed to be keeping watch through the windows at the courtyard. A low humming was picking up in the distance.
"Behold brothers!" Shouted the high priest. "The servants of Quechnitian come to claim the offering!" The church doors closed off, the ritual wasn't without danger.
The humming picked up as a red cloud descended over the area. A swarm of mutants, snake like in body but with wings and bird like claws, possibly caused by infected animals tainting the food chain and passing their attributes. Due to their resemblance to the winged serpants depicted by the aztecs, the brotherhood of the winged serpant had taken to worshipping them. The swarm split up across the area looking to feed on anything wandering outside, the largest of the group settling in the courtyard to help themselves to the offering.
"Jesus." Anthony couldn't just watch this, he rushed out firing his pistol at the creatures. Two smaller ones dropped quickly but the others dodged faster thanks to their reptile anatomy. He continued shooting until he ran out, then started swinging his briefcase as they swooped at him, the few he hit were stunned, but the rest backed off unexpectedly.
"Just stay calm lady." Anthony took the time to reload. "I'll have you out of here soon."
A low throat rattle behind him caught his attention, he turned to see the largest mutant coiled around the stake above the woman, holding her head in it's claws. She was paralysed with shock as it stared down Anthony. A quick screech and it twisted fast, snapping her neck and continuing the twist to work the head off the body. The other mutants made their own rattles, seemingly chuckling at the display.
"You diseased mania.." Anthony dropped to the ground clutching his stomach. The pain implant, why now?
The mutants ignored him and stripped their offering, Anthony crawled towards one of the smaller buildings nearby for cover. He couldn't take on this many normally, let alone in his condition. He pushed the door closed behind him and slipped the bolt, trying to block out the noises of the swarm.
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Post by thegunny on May 9, 2009 15:30:10 GMT -5
Karl was familiar with the Kennedy reports.
What the hell is with the latinos and cults? Silver... need backup? I'll get coming if ya... ya know? Need it?
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Post by Mikey on May 10, 2009 0:01:07 GMT -5
Quicksilver stayed close to the building, pressing against it as tightly as he could and hoping those things didnt find him. No way he could take on this many of those things on his own. Hell, even if Karl came in guns blazing, they'd be the next course.
"Negative. Nothing to do except wait them out." He said to Karl.
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Post by Scorpio on May 10, 2009 17:59:28 GMT -5
The swarm moved over the missions, picking off the occasional cultist out of cover, as well as the sacrifice, before gathering again to leave the area. The high priest gathered his minions.
"My group shall take the truck to the caves and gather the bounty whilst the God savours our offering. However, an interloper tried to interrupt the event. Likely a friend of the spy we found recently. Find him before he causes any damage and brings down the wrath of the serpent upon us."
He left with several cultists as the rest passed on the orders and sent out search groups. **************************************************
"Okay, just breathe, it'll pass."
Anthony pressed against the door clutching his torso. The mutant with the other implant must have been in a fight elsewhere. Always at a bad time. Thankfully the pain stopped shortly.
"Okay, now to get back to work."
Reholstering his gun and grabbing his case he exited the small building to look around the area some more, hopefully find either his informant or some communication equipment.
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Post by thegunny on May 14, 2009 20:59:55 GMT -5
Karl looked through his binoculars and watched from afar as people left the mission, and took notice that the lawyer was leaving too. Karl quickly radioed to Silver
The lawyers leaving. Follow him. I'm going after these fanatics that're leaving too.
Karl reved the engine on the car and turned, starting to follow after the cultists with his LR-308 on the seat at his right ready to be pulled out. He had his Colt Delta elite in his hip holster, and he had his concealed carry backup pistol in her ankle holster. He felt like his kids would suffice to protect him if s*** went down hill. If he needed to go further, he had his shotgun in the backseat, if he could only get back there to get it...
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millinniummany3k
Zombie Hunter
Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on May 18, 2009 1:31:38 GMT -5
**OOC: Can I just drop my character in or do I need to put a profile here first?**
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Post by Mikey on May 18, 2009 13:20:44 GMT -5
(Just put your character entering. This is part of the main RP, so your using one of the characters youve had approved in the character board.)
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Post by Scorpio on May 18, 2009 13:21:12 GMT -5
**OOC: Can I just drop my character in or do I need to put a profile here first?** ooc: Well, you just need an approved character and the means to get them to the area right? I guess I should leave questions to the staff. ic: Anthony took a look around outside, pressing against the walls and peeking around corners. Whoever left that woman out to be killed was likely not up for a friendly chat, and they might have others help captive. ************************************************** On a rooftop nearby, Frankie DeFontaine watched Anthony through the scope of his Springfield sniper rifle. His partner Ivan Volkov sat munching from a tin of some unidentifiable meats. "There he goes, the Doc's little science project." Frankie swung around watching the truck drive off to the desert. "and there they go to the Derricks, like the Doc said." "So which ones does Ivan kill?" "Noone yet, Doc says we find where this cult digs up all the bling they truck back after they feed those snake things. Then once we can go grab the bling ourselves we pick everyone off and let God sort it out." "Ivan does not like the waiting game. Surgeon tells Ivan he gets to break more stuff." Frankie sighed. "Tell you what, why don't you go find some stragglers and play with them, no head honchos though." Ivan finished his food and gathered his gear, sliding down the ladder and moving among the buildings. Frankie stayed shadowing Anthony. "Boom, headshot." *************************************************** Anthony found the place he was supposed to meet his informant at. A bell tower on the far side of the settlement. Stepping in and climbing the stairs he found a small dwelling put together inside. Sleeping bag, papers, broken gun and a telescope on a tripod pointed at the main church building. Anthony looked through it, trying to focus enough to see through a broken part of a stained glass window. "God, are those cages?" He saw several prisoners hung from small cages from the church rafters. "Damn, this is messed up." He gathered the papers into his briefcase, time to look them over later.
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Post by Mikey on May 23, 2009 4:34:00 GMT -5
Quicksilver stayed near Anthony, following him and never being seen. He had, however, heard voices that wernt anyones he recognized. He'd followed the sound with his ears and saw the slight movment in the distance that was Ivan climbing down the building and taking off. His ears were always sharper than his eyes.
"Karl, I got someone else here. At least one other guy, maybe more. Should I take him out?" He asked. He didnt think this was a good guy. If it were, they'd have known. Karl was a good enough detective to have heard something about another party of people. In his time following him, they had made their way to a church bell tower, placed there for an unknown reason. Who put a bell tower out in the middle of nowhere? Hmm.
In any case, he stayed outside as Anthony went in to check it out because it was too small for them both to be there and Quicksilver stay anonymous.
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millinniummany3k
Zombie Hunter
Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on May 23, 2009 6:47:02 GMT -5
Carlita Francesca figured it seemed like a good idea at the time. When it was being discussed as a possibility back in America she was sure it sounded like a masterstroke of genius ingenuity. However as she flew high above the township the FBI agent was beginning to have doubts.
"Tell me again what the cogida I'm doing here?" Carlita and Major Mina Krysa, had gone over the plan several times. However she was looking for reassurance from her commanding officer from Afghanistan
"You know the problems that have arisen in Mexico, right? Well this latest outbreak of swine flu might be related to terrorism."
"It doesn't have the symptoms of what the Americans are looking for," Carlita continued for her, piloting the Bell Textron in for a landing. "Because everyone had been in a panic over it there had been no thought given to the possibility of it being terroristas."
"Not much," Mina had to admit from her command post in Alaska. She had approached the Bureau with such a proposal, and requested Carlita be the one to investigate. Given that she was Spanish it would be easier for her to move about. "Once the FBI investigated known terrorist groups we traced a group of guirellas that might be willing to give us a lead. They are fighting against America's boarder security and lately have been aquiring weapons they shouldn't have been able to obtain."
"And then someone thought of the idea that there might be a link." All that Carlita could understand. She could even understand why she specifically was to go. Still given the recent problems, coupled with the fact she was no investigator, only a part of the FBI's hostage rescue team, the idea bugged her. "Jack Bauer tried to infiltrate Mexican terrorists and look what happened to him." Given the name of one of Mina's books was titled Countering Terrorist Ultimatums after the hit TV show Carlita thought she would appreciate the joke.
"Which is why we have offered to withdraw boarder guards if they cooperate." Dust and sand began to kick up as the Bell descended onto the cushion of air the caused the chopper to bob up a little.
"That's a large carrot." Carlita whistled. "You think they'll bite?"
"They agreed to meet, which will be out foot in the door. We believe they understand our responsed if anything were to happen to you." Carlita was preoccupied with setting the chopper down, so Mina added, "Thank you. You're doing the right thing in this." The wprds had the desired effect and Carlita began to feel a little better.
"So what do I look for if they are involved?" Carlita asked.
"These guirellas would probably have put their activities on paper as a means of justifying their actions. You know as well as I do the need to be careful. If anyone were to spot you they might think eliminating a threat would be worth the risk of retalliation." At that Carlita noticed a flatbed truck slowly approaching her.
"I have to go silent now," she said, biting back a retort. That was to be one of the conditions of this plan, that Carlita go alone, no survailence, no radio. And certainly no weapon. "I will contact as soon as I can." Wishing she felt the comfortble weight of the S&W .500 at her shoulder, she climbed out, hands up in the air as the truck slowed to a stop and two men pulled themselves from the cab.
"Dé vuelta alrededor," she was ordered. "Manos contra el pájaro." Carlita saw that one had an M16 assault rifle and the other had pulled a Sig Sauer and did as she was told, turning around and placing her hands flat against the side of the Bell. "¿Le arman?" the first guirella asked, demanding to know if she was armed.
"No traje las armas." Carlita figured they would search anyway and the second guirella chose to do it despite her wearing tight jeans and a white t shirt, not much place to hide anything. She felt him feel down her legs, inside the wasitband of her jeans then up to grope around her breasts.
"Puta de mierda." Carlita reached around and knocked the guirella's gun to the ground.
"Mi senorita pero nosotros de las apologías tenía estar seguros." The first guirella tilted his head ordering his partner to fall back. Carlita stared at him for a moment.
"El pozo dice a su amigo que tengo ya un novio." The thought of Marcus Cain made her wonder if he would forgive her after what she did back in Washington, then decided she needed to keep her mind on what was happening now and decided that she should accept the apology. "I want dinner first before you try that again," she said, sticking a finger in the second guirella's face. Wanting to get moving she asked if they were still interested in the deal. "Para todos usted sabe que esto puede ayudarle más que usted sabe en el futuro." For Carlita it made sense. If the informattion did lead to boterrorism then stopping that threat would undoubtably protect everyone in Mexico.
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Post by Mikey on May 23, 2009 13:30:39 GMT -5
(Hey dude, you need to ease up with the Spanish. It's againt the Proboards Terms of Service. If you do that, you have to translate it all to English.)
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