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Post by Mikey on Nov 19, 2008 9:32:58 GMT -5
The Market Place in Jerusalem was once an area of huge activity. Cover 8 whole city blocks, the market is now a place of complete chaos with monsters trampling all over it.
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Post by Kan on Apr 5, 2012 11:34:52 GMT -5
The group quickly makes it's way to the market from the hotel, Fad making attempts to avoid contact with the infected, he even noticed a few zombies taking a redish hue, that was bad.
When he met with the team he had a few misgivings he didn't voice, first off he asked them to be incognito, the only one who really took his request to heart was the cowboy merc, with the agent showing up in a pressed suit, flashing bills, and the woman in a khaki overcoat, which Fad was surprised it didn't cause her to get heat stroke, it'd be no surprise if the second they left the hotel people were tipped off.
He didn't want to risk tipping off the local government, especially considering some of the intel he got that the government, or aspects, were involved in the research taking place out in the desert. By now his camera was already packed away in his pack, which he grabbed on his way out, and he was unhindered by anything hanging off of him. The group is led to an alley way, a block or two away from the route that he had already scouted and verified with the lowest concentration of infected.
Fad stops in the alley way, careful to avoid tipping off the nearby infected, as the group rallies around him he lays out the plan. In a low whisper "Alright, change of plans for now, best way to the meeting point is the rooftops, and I know no one wants to climb the side of a building, so we're breaking into this one" he points to the nearby building, wood panels blocking the windows and the door bound to be locked and maybe barred, "Name of the game is speed, we breach and climb up the stairs to the top, then move along the rooftops". Normally this plan would be crazy in the least, however with the greatest concentration outside and many buildings boarded up there should be a considerable less amount of infected inside, though this would change after a loud breach, hence the need for speed.
"Any objections?"
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 5, 2012 14:41:58 GMT -5
James stopped behind Fad, looking back as the others caught up whilst watching the alley entrance for anything hostile. The suit was quickly becoming a bad idea in the heat but he was in good enough shape not to let it slow him down. As the others caught up he took out his flask and had a quick swallow to cool himself.
"Can't have word getting out that I've been here. I never shop anywhere without a reputable tailor."
He listened to Fads directions about the meeting place. The equipment he sent ahead should be with the contact, unless it had ended up sold off which wouldn't be the first time. In such an event though the standard response would be to cut off the offending contacts thumb and ear on one side to keep him useful but compliant in future. Probably wouldn't be necessary though. James got back on the right train of thought around the part about alerting the infected.
"Well, if we're riling up the locals I'd best set up the one man show." He drew his Judge and removed the trigger lock, checking he had a full six shots loaded. "and...we're good."
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Post by Caliber on Apr 13, 2012 9:36:19 GMT -5
Phoenix followed the group through the marketplace and into the alley. She was beginning to fully realize how cumbersome her outfit was, but it was worth suffering through to sneak her skullsuit in. Once the group was gathered out of sight, Fad explained their situation, and asked if there were any objections.
"None from me," Phoenix said dully.
If they were going to be jumping rooftops and potentially running from Crimsons, Phoenix would have to ditch her disguise to stay mobile. They would be out of the city soon enough anyway, and they should be able to avoid attention until then. Phoenix chucked her hat and glasses into a lone, improvised trash can, which was really just an old oil drum. She then untied her coat at the waist, shrugged it off, balled it up, and tossed it into the trash can with the rest of her disguise. Phoenix's DARPA Sweeper skullsuit was now revealed. She reached under her left arm and drew her 1911 Magnum from its holster, released the safety, then racked the slide, chambering a round.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 19, 2012 2:51:46 GMT -5
Scale the rooftops. Seemed like the best idea, given the circumstances. Jason had had to do such things in the past, as it was the quickest way to move from one high point to the next. And his life was all about high places.
“Sounds good.” He said in a whisper to Fad, pulling out the larger of his revolvers and stacking up behind Phoenix. Hopefully the jerk off in the suit, who looked like he was going to be breeching, would leave enough of the door to close when they were in. If not to keep the undead out, at least to try and hide the fact that the dinner bell they were ringing hadn’t come from this particular building.
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Post by Kan on Apr 27, 2012 8:57:54 GMT -5
"Alright, move" Fad orders as the group forms up in a standard breaching formation, with himself in the front. He brings out his knife and sticks it into the crack of the door. The knife is drawn upward, to see what exactly was holding the doors closed, thankfully as he raised the knife it caught a metal bar, which rolled off onto the floor making a clanging noise. Fad draws his pistol and turns on the light attached to it, quickly switching the blue light filter on to help preserve natural low light eyesight once he made it inside.
He all but kicks the door down to get the door open, his force of action would be an intimidation factor in a conventional setting, however right now it served to quickly allow him and his team to register threats. His pistol is already trained to the inside of the door, a single gunshot rings through and alleyway and market place as he places a lead slug through the skull of the zombie just behind the open door. As he rushes in he scans the room with a trained eye, he notes another zombie on the ground writhing around as if he was pushed down by the door being kicked in, which was most likely what happened. No noted nothing else before moving straight for the staircase he sees as the end of the opening room.
Behind him he could hear the team breaching in behind him, as well as a few shrieks outside, they were marked now, unavoidable in a situation such as this, their only option was still to get upstairs and jump to the next roof, but now they would be actively pursued into this building. Time to find out exactly how fast the team can move. "Only pause if you have to, if nothing stands in your way keep pushing, faster we get to the roof faster we are out of this mess." Fad half shouts to the team before they start heading up.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 30, 2012 16:01:06 GMT -5
As Fad kicked in the door and fired James turned back down the alley anticipating the local response. Sure enough two zombies zombies rushed (or at least quickly stumbled) around the corner raising their arms at the group and snarling, likely attracting more of the crowd. James raised his revolver and fired two quick shots, nailing one through the nose and the second across the cheek. The shot rounds did most of the work blasting large chunks out of the two. James grinned at the results.
"Well these were certainly worth every dollar."
He ushered the others past towards the building, firing slowly at any others coming around the corner leaving a small pile of four ready to trip up any other zombies trying to follow. Since the basic undead didn't raise their legs much any obstacle at knee height was trouble for them, sure enough some newcomers were already faceplanting.
"Ha, like infants."
James entered the building last, slamming the door and pulling a shelf stack in front of it to slow down pursuit before following the rest of the team upstairs.
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