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Post by thegunny on Jul 27, 2009 15:49:10 GMT -5
OOC: And it dies again
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millinniummany3k
Zombie Hunter
Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jul 31, 2009 0:44:42 GMT -5
"Mucho gracias, yeah?" Carlita probably overdid the pseudo Spanish a little, but given the pain in her foot it helped to take her mind off things. She had to admit things were looking up...she had transportation, she had a CIA contact, she had a fifty calibre, and...she looked again to make certain, there was even a radio. Maybe she could still meet up with the guirellas after all, but she thought if she could go through this Karl person then she wouldn't have to act as a dangle.
Guy must be some type of no official cover sleeper...no fun. Carlita had only experienced a taste of what she expected that style of life was like just now and that was more than enough for her.
"These guirellas may want their truck back," she called out to Baldivino from the cab. "Thought I find some way to contact you if I can find Karl, that give you enough time to think how to handle that. I'm gonna find your person now, okay?" Carlita hadn't driven a truck before, certainly nothing with the gear shift this one had. Pushing her foot firmly down on the clutch she found that after a minute she got used to it, even if she grinded the gears upon shifting it up.
Still beats the pants off walking. Perhaps Bandivino would used the truck as some form of bargaining chip. First thing was first though, find his agent.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 31, 2009 3:42:34 GMT -5
Baldivino nods and smiles oddly, his eyes cold as he looks at her, and says
I'll handle these Guerrilla's, you just find that INTERPOL agent. I'll be on the lookout. And before you leave! Hes not my agent! He doesn't even know who I am! Handle this delicately! He has no strings attached, is that clear?
The way he worded that end, it was odd enough that it was apparent that something odd was going on. It was very apparent someone was pulling Karl's strings, but they just didn't want him to know that. They expected her to leave him none the wiser.
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millinniummany3k
Zombie Hunter
Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on Jul 31, 2009 6:04:54 GMT -5
Carlita figured the CIA wouldn't want any link being traced back to Karl, period, given her thoughts on him being some kind of non official cover.
"Clear," she replied, "anything happens to him you disavow any knowledge he even existed." That probably went double for her. "I protect him, and after I found him I find some way to let you know." Figuring that the sooner she was moving, the better, so crunching the gears as she did so Carlita made the truck pick up speed, trying to figure out where this Karl person would be. Look for someone German looking, her mind kept thinking. Well, she could figure that out after finding a way to get by the guirellas.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 31, 2009 8:43:42 GMT -5
"Oooookay. I gotta see if I can requisition any of the gear he gets."
Anthony packed his paperwork away and regathered the tinned rations that Ivan had on him, probably a good time to get his strength back. He cut into the first tin with Ivans opener.
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The last few cultists back and the caves ran out and loaded the last of their findings into their vehicle.
"Hurry brothers, the guardians awake and they will soon hunt."
A collective screeching came from the caves as the flying mutants woke up. They'd hunt the surrounding area some more and check back at the missions tomorrow for their next easy meal. ***************************************************
"Dear God, how does anyone eat this stuff?"
Anthony finished his meal, he once heard spam referred to as 'stuff posing as meat', but it would be an insult to 'stuff' to describe what he just ate as such. He took a quick drink from the cults wine to wash the taste out and made his way up the stairs into the main church area.
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millinniummany3k
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Is this what passes for police work around here?
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Post by millinniummany3k on Aug 9, 2009 8:26:13 GMT -5
Carlita thought that she had an idea where Karl might be, based on the information she was given. Her head spun over the recent turn of events as she drove the truck towards where Baldivino indicated to go, feeling like it was a struggle to keep up.
Maybe it was because I was trying to help out family here before Mina f**ked that up. A nasty thought, but Carlita wasn't feeling particularly charitable over being pulled away from helping one of her neices over a seperation and a nephew to find work. In fact she was with one of her stepbrothers when the call came in, trying to stop him from killing the man who was going to marry his sister. As out of her depth Carlita felt then it was nothing compared to how she felt now.
"...esses...go...head." Carlita inclined her head to listen to the choppy bits that the radio was able to pick up.
"...gun...from...looks to...American." From what she heard Carlita thought they were Spanish and adjusted the frequency in order to get a better signal.
"Ah, roger. Copy that." After a slight pause a different message came through, even clearer than what Carlita had been able to get.
" Ceaser, informe. ¿Usted tiene el agente americano? " Carlita understood exactly what that was, it was the guirellas, looking for her. " Caeser, informe adentro. ¿Usted copia? " Her hand hovered over the reciever, thinking she should answer but wasn't sure what to say. " Divulgue en Ceaser. ¿Los americanos le han dado apuro? " Carlita doubt she could pull off a male voice and knew that either decision with the radio would be bad...if she didn't answer they would come looking for her, if she did...
Maybe I will get to see Oliver again, she thought grimly.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 14, 2009 13:10:00 GMT -5
Hesitantly, Karl finally decided to relay a new report, this time to Quicksilver as well. Karl quietly said, as if whispering would keep his radio transmission from being intercepted
Guys, I'm outside a cave... I've marked it down... on my PDA.... and will upload it soon. The cultists, uh... came and went. They're gone now. Thinking over whether or not to investigate... solo. For some reason... so far... they haven't noticed me. Stand by for further updates.
Karl started to upload the data he had found so far and set a new beacon down on his location for Quicksilver, his pilot, and INTERPOL to be able to detect, and waited. Abruptly, as soon as he finished, Murphy kicked Karl's ass out of the car by having a cultist pop up out of no where and wrench the car door open, and throw Karl out and away, Karl flying several feet in the air backwards until he hit the ground and kept rolling a bit longer, stunned, and trying to stagger to his feet as the cultist came closer.
S**t that guy was strong. The 8 1/2 foot tall ragged, rotting, scowling, muscularly built Cultist in his long flowing cloak stepped forward, his hunch not even being enough to dent his height, and growled in possibly the absence of an ability to speak actual words. The man hadn't even seriously hurt Karl yet, yet Karl knew this cultist had just single handedly signed his death warrant and blew the entire operation, even if Karl killed him. Karl looked up and stared fearfully at the Cultist, not because he didn't think he couldn't handle him if he tried, but he realized if he used a gun he'd need to screw on a suppressor real quick or truly give his position away. Knowing this Karl back pedaled away from the car as the cultist moved forward, drawing his Wasp injection knife and readying it in one hand while readying his pistol in the other, unsure of which to use.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 8, 2009 20:42:33 GMT -5
OOC: Can we get this moving again?
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 9, 2009 13:43:02 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, it's on my to do list for today, I'll edit something into this space in a few. Though if anyone used their next post to get their characters the hella out so they can do other things with them I wouldn't blame them, been neglecting this.
ooc2: Well seems everyone dropped out, XD, so I'm going to edit in a temporary wrap up and pull out too, maybe get back to this with another group laterish.
ic: Anthony waited in the stairwell below the main hall, a large group of cultists were passing through and it wasn't in his best interests to gain their attention for the time being. He'd noticed several prisoners in hanging cages on the ceiling, more eventual sacrifices slash food for the flying creatures. After five minutes of their menial tasks the cultists left the building giving Anthony the opportunity to take action.
"Everyone stay calm, I'll get you down."
The cages were all hooked up to a pulley system operated by lever, simple enough to lower safetly. The lock was a simple bolt since noone could expect the captives to leap straight down. Soon all the prisoners were freed, some who were able claiming weapons from around the hall, various ornamental swords.
"You bring any backup?" One of them asked.
"Sorry, just me." replied Anthony "You should all head for somewhere to hide, there should be a vehicle somewhere to get you all out, but I've got to take care of things here."
He headed up another staircase towards the rear of the hall behind the altar. Best to get a lead on who was in charge of the fanatics, cut the head off the snake if necessary. Finding himself in a large study overlooking the main hall, book shelves covering most of the walls and a desk with a high chair, A window at back looked out over the mission. Several valuable trinkets were scattered across the desk with a sacrificial knife jammed blade down into the centre of it. Anthony holstered his gun and put his case down to look around. Taking one of the books, looking one of the most recently read from the lack of dust compared to the others.
Flicking through he found some background to the group, they were an offshoot of a larger religion that worshipped the 'Old Ones', powerful creatures that walked the earth before humanity, sleeping until the folly of man bought about their return, supposedly they were hidden in the 'deep places' around the world. Apparently the cult was taking the outbreak and mutants as the sign for the Old Ones making their comeback. He packed the book in his briefcase and selected another.
"Interloper!"
The cultist leader startled Anthony, who hurled a book in defense, the leader dodged to the side and let the tome strike his companion, sending him tumbling down the stairwell.
"Return my property outsider!"
The leader raised his sceptre, pressing a button to deploy a spear like blade from the tip and charged. Anthony grabbed his case and used it to deflect the stabbing attacks. The cultist kept up the attack, showing little sign of fatigue until Anthony went on the offensive and pushed him back. Reaching out he grabbed at the eyeholes on the mask and yanked, blinding the man. Using his case to smash the outer window, Anthony decided to make a quick retreat, leaping out to the next roof over. Hearing a horn blast he noticed a truck plowing between the buildings, the survivors must have recovered it to make their escape. Hopping between the buildings he managed to jump onboard as they cleared the compound, heading away from the mission and hopefully towards somewhere more civilised.
Frankie watched through his rifle scope.
"Captain freakin magic."
He sent another message via his PDA to the Surgeon, he'd done all he could here, best to return for now, they had what they needed and could come back anytime to loot the cults treasury right under their noses.
(Anthony Navarro leaves for Mexico Airport)
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