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Post by Rhinn on Nov 25, 2011 16:53:02 GMT -5
Dalton felt the prick and immediately had his .45 up only an inch from Shane’s face. With the other hand he felt where the prick had happened and rubbed it. “What the hell!” he hissed, tightening the on the trigger, but not allowing it to go off. “The next time you do something like that, I’ll kill you. Just ask.” Shaking his head, he put his gun away and then turned to the door. “I’ll let you know when I have the device”, was all he said. He happened a glance over at Nova and then he was through the door and gone.
Outside, his ear didn’t hurt and he could hear the conversation between Nova and Shane. He didn’t need the device to hear at this range. His hearing was probably not improved at Nova, but it was better than any other human.
In the hallway he looked back and forth. The short end led to a door that was blocked off by another guard. As he approached the guard pointed his MP5A2 at him.
“This is a restricted area.”
Dalton held up both of his hands. “Sorry, sir. I was actually looking for the bathroom.”
The guard motioned back down the hallway and Dalton nodded. “Thanks.”
Dalton left, but as he did, he stopped to let two BSAA Agents pass him by. They stopped at the guard and presented their ID’s and then went outside. As the doors opened, he heard the loud barking of the dogs. So that is where the kennels are at. Now, time to find the device. As the door shut, Dalton turned down the hallway and found the bathroom. He waited there an appropriate amount of time, and then he joined a flow of survivors that were headed to eat lunch. He wasn’t hungry, but with his metabolism, he better keep it fueled.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 26, 2011 3:48:57 GMT -5
"A little jumpy, but at least he has good reflexes." He then started taking medical supplies off the shelves and places them on the table next to the hospital bed. "So what's your take on him? Not too bright but he definately has the muscle we need." Taking down some vials he found a syringe and began mixing Nova's supression syrum. It was only a temporary fix but it would have to do "As for the thing in the forrest I feel it's almost our saving grace. It diverts attention away from us and we have a full force of BSSA troops armed to the teeth to take it down what-ever it is. Here, roll up your sleeve." Finding a vein he began administering the shot. "Anyways, if your not opposed to the idea I was thinking we could fake putting you onto an IV and you just relax while I poke around the facility for a bit. It would only be a few minutes to do a walk-around and I'll head right back. I can keep the line open but only if your okay with it."
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Post by Reaper on Nov 26, 2011 12:23:37 GMT -5
"One of these days your going to be shot doing that," she said as she rolled up her sleeve. She looked around the room as he administered the shot. Her attention was brought back when he started talking again. "Give him time. So far he hasn't been so bad. You have to remember that your asking for a lot from a single person," she pointed out. She then held out her other arm so he could put the IV in. She looked down at her watch smiling a bit at the bit more time the shot had bought her. She looked at him as he finished with the IV. She laid back and relaxed a bit. "I'll be fine in here. I'll listen for any trouble. Just say my name if you have any problems," she said as she closed her eyes.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 26, 2011 17:09:10 GMT -5
"No worries Im not going to poke you just make it look like your hooked up. I don't want you fallen asleep in this [;ace especially with dark mystery on the horizon." He then taped the IV so it was placed against her skin but not going in. "There are plenty of weapons here, want me to swipe you something.?" He then got up to wash his hands. "I'll see if I can't find my way into the armory. Think of what you nead, call me on it and I'll use my pad so you can see the gear." With that said he went to the door and exited outside with a medical briefcase approaching one of the men following him.
"I need to start doing screenings of your personell. Nothing timely just a DNA swab for analysis." The large man talked into the mic on his shoulder and then gestured him to follow As usual he left his audio link on so Nova could hear the things he might miss while checking the place out. Shane smiled when he noticed that the first room ended up being the armory.
"Men, step forward for a DNA screening." Shane went to the table across the room proping up his eyepad activating the screening ap and secretly sending the video of the arsinal to her phone. He went over to the first man opening the case and pulling out a swab. "Say ahh."
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Post by Reaper on Nov 30, 2011 18:56:59 GMT -5
Nova looked at the screen as Shane scanned it around the room while he dealt with the others in the room. "The two springfields in the corner," she called into the mic. "That's about the only thing your going to be able to get out of there without having problems," she said lightly. She looked around the room she was in and sighed a bit. Closing her eyes made it easer to listen around the building without having to strain a bit. Her ears itched a bit from being wrapped up. She was going to be glade when she could unwrap her ears and let them be free.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 1, 2011 9:21:22 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Dalton had taken a seat just down the table from a group of soldiers. He had waited down the hallway until the two guards that had entered the kennel came back into the building. He saw that one of them had square device with them and so he had followed them, albeit from a distance through the line and sat down to eat. The meal itself was decent for such a large group and scarce choices, but it was warm and filling.
From listening to the guards conversation, he gathered that the device plugged into an outlet on the exterior wall. A guard always kept it with them so no one would be able to access it without authorization.
So now he knew what he needed, now, he just needed to get it away from the guard.
Looking at what the man was eating, there was one place that the man was going after he ate. Dalton quickly finished his meal and policed his plates. Then he headed to the bathroom... the man's next stop. Once inside he checked to make sure that no one else was there and then he spoke "SpeakSession" and heard the click in his ear signaling the machine was working.
"I have a bead on the device to get into the room below the kennels and I should have it in just a few minutes."
Then he began to take water from the faucets and dump it on the floor just around the corner from the door. He was going to make it look like the guard had slipped and hit his head. With enough water, he waited behind the door for the man to come in.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 7, 2011 19:25:54 GMT -5
Shane gestured to one of the men with a smile. "Why don't you go first, nothing more than a cheek swab." Then purposely his metal briefcase hit a shelf of automatic weapons causing them to scatter. "I'm soo sorry. let me help." He said leaning down. The two guards were quick to push him away and start putting things away as he slipped two of the pistols down his sleeve placing them in a hidden pocket with the other hand. As the two gave him a dirty look he opened the briefcase and gave them both a quick swab. "If there are any issue's we'll call you though I'm sure all should be fine." He then quickly exited the armory and began heading to the security control room. "Dalton, find the placement trigger but wait to actually go in. Im heading to the control room to distract them. when I say 'look here' that's your key to move. Nova, can you get out there? maybe provide distraction for him and keep an eye on our forest situation?"
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Post by Reaper on Dec 10, 2011 22:08:45 GMT -5
"Sure." Nova sat up removing the IV lines that were taped to her arms. She moved to the door and listened before opening it. Looking around she made sure that there was no medical staff around before she headed down the hall. She slumped up against the wall and used it to supposably help her move. "Brother!" she called out as she acted like she was searching for her brother. As one of the guards approched her she slid down the wall. "I've go their attention," she whispered."
"Miss you shouldn't be out here," he said as he knelt down in front of her.
"No no . . . I need . . . I need to find my brother."
"I will find your brother just go back."
Nova shook her head as she tried to stand up but fell back to her knees. The guard motioned for two others to help him. "Were going to take you back to the medical area. You shouldn't be out here."
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 12, 2011 18:49:56 GMT -5
"Will do", was all that he had time to speak before the door opened. Right on cue was the guard who's breakfast was now going to be his downfall. As he walked in, he slipped a bit on the water and flailed about. Right before he was about to recover, Dalton acted.
He grabbed the man by the back of his tactical vest and slammed him hard to the ground. The man's head hit the ground and he instantly went out. Dalton could have attacked him, but if he was inspected later, they would become suspicious. No, it had to look like he fell and hit his head.
Dalton rounded on him and felt his pulse. It was strong as well as the man's breathing. Dalton was grateful. This man was just doing his job. There was no reason for Dalton wanting him to die or to be permanently injured.
Grabbing the control panel off his belt, Dalton tucked it into his pocket and then headed out the door, locking it behind him.
Quickly he made his way down the hallway, back toward the rear of the building, where Nova and Shane were at... and the kennels.
He peaked around the corner to see Nova out struggling to stay up. A few guards were around her and then, almost lightly in his ear he heard her voice. He grinned as the guards back was turned to him.
Using his speed, he quickly and quietly made his way down the hallway, skirting past the guard's line of sight. He ducked in the last room before the outside door and watched. As the guards escorted Nova back to the infirmary, Dalton made his move. He opened the door and slid outside. Before the door shut, he grabbed a small rock and jammed it in the frame, preventing the lock from catching. Now the door would look shut, but a jiggle of the handle would open it.
Outside, he moved as far away from the kennels as possible and hunkered down into the shadows. He found it strange... and definitely off-putting that they paid him no mind. All the dogs were concentrating on the woods across the way. What worried Dalton was that while they were quiet, the hair on their backs were raised and their ears were flat against their skulls.
These dogs were out to kill. A few had even ****ed, much like prey does when it is being stalked.
"I'm through. when you get rid of them, meet me out back, Jamie."
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Post by NotAvailable on Dec 17, 2011 19:43:00 GMT -5
Grace had been pacing back and fourth in the makeshift "Sick Room" of the police station. Aryn was missing and no one had seen her leave, somehow. Due to the security breach, the B.S.A.A. soldiers had decided to be strict with who comes in and who comes out, to the point where they were under lock down until Chase and the others had came back from the Mall.
Now she wasn't allowed to leave the premises...she wasn't even allowed to access the roof where Mr.Gahn had been. This and the cell block had been the only place she was able to roam.
As she'd waited, trying to figure out just how to get to that radio and contact Aryn's parents, she'd overheard an unsettling grunt. She'd turned over to see one of the medics trying to hold Jimmy down. He'd been shot in the lower stomach and somehow managed to survive it, but while they were cleaning it out, it seemed like they'd been much too rough with him.
He was squirming and mumbling things at them, sweating profusely. "You're being too rough with him, what's the matter with you two?! You're doctors, you should be compassionate, that's not compassion!" she barked, stomping over to the two B.S.A.A. medics.
"He's fine, Ma'am, please let us do our jobs," one of them said calmly but frustrated.
"He's not fine, you're hurting him worse than the bullet wound!" she exclaimed before turning to see another woman treating another patient from Trinity.
"Miss, please, can you come take care of this boy? These men are just too rough," she explained. It was true, the medics hadn't been the greatest since they first got here yesterday. They'd been rude and sarcastic, some of them had been much to harsh on their patients.
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Post by Caliber on Dec 17, 2011 20:21:07 GMT -5
On the far side of the Stoneville Police Department's sick room, Izzie sat next to a patient's gurney, who had been slashed across the forearm by the sharp edge of one of the legs of an overturned, broken chair. The woman Izzie was working on had fallen, and brushed her arm past the jagged-edged piece of metal that was left behind on the chair leg, after its base had snapped off. The gash was large, and deep, and had taken quite a long time to clean and suture. Izzie was just finishing up the last few stitches when another women in the room caught her attention, asking her to take care of a different patient, who was currently being cared for by men who were apparently being too rough.
Izzie looked across the room at the patient that the woman was talking about-- a young man, who looked about the same age as the men working on him, was squirming in pain. The two men standing over him were young-- probably in their early twenties. Izzie had never seen them before, and they weren't part of her team. Izzie hadn't even noticed the other patient, nor did she know what was wrong with him. She hadn't been in the room for more than twenty minutes, and had been quite distracted with her current patient's gash. She saw the accident, and had rushed her into the sick room to deal with it. There was no time for triage.
"B*tch," one of the men working on the patient muttered under his breath, after the concerned woman caught Izzie's attention.
"Leave," Izzie growled, shooting the man an angry glance.
The man looked surprised, as if he didn't notice that Izzie was even in the room. She had quite an influence, as the E.T.S.S., which she was chief of, was very well known. The man now looked confused, and focused his gaze on Izzie's "E.T.S.S." satchel that was sitting on a gurney.
"You deaf? I said get out!" Izzie commanded. "Both of you."
The two men stood there, still confused. One of them began to speak up.
"But.. he's got a bullet in his gut," one of the men said sheepishly.
"What?!" Izzie raised her voice. "We have a GSW to the abdomen, and you didn't bother to tell me?!" she scolded. "Are you two even doct-- do you even know what you're doing?! You two don't even have any anesthetic-- it's no wonder he's squirming! Get out. Really, leave!"
The two men dropped everything they were doing, and left the room without a word. One of them began to mutter an apology, but trailed off as they walked out the door. Izzie stood from her seat and walked over to the gurney that the new patient was lying on.
"Sorry about that," Izzie said, grabbing her satchel. "I've been here less than a day. My team was dropping off supplies, so we're not exactly very organized."
She dug through her satchel, and pulled out several things-- gauze, bandages, a syringe, a bottle of anesthetic, and a bottle of antiseptic.
"Sorry for the yelling," Izzie said to the woman and the boy. "Major Isobel Wolf, E.T.S.S.," she told the woman, extending her hand for a shake.
Izzie began working on the boy. She lifted away several gauze pads from the boy's stomach, to reveal his wound.
"GSW, through and through," she said aloud.
The wound was definitely non-lethal. The bullet had entered the boy's right hip and exited out the other said, completely evading any internal organs.
"Ugh," Izzie grunted, tossing the bloody gauze in the nearby trash can. "All they did was blindly shove gauze against it."
Izzie took a handful of clean gauze from on top of her satchel, and poured a small amount of antiseptic onto it.
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Post by NotAvailable on Dec 17, 2011 20:30:56 GMT -5
Grace had shot a glare at the two men who threw her dirty glances on their way out. She normally would have taken care of them herself, but they weren't worth it, besides the female doctor had handled it well. Shaking her hand, Grace smiled politely.
"I'm Grace Moreau, it's nice to meet you, I'm sorry I had to pull you away from your other patient but those men really weren't treating Jimmy right, he's in alot of pain," she explained, looking down at the boy as Isobel quickly and skillfully tended to him.
"He was shot yesterday, trying to take down a Super Human and an Umbrella Chopper.."
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Post by Caliber on Dec 17, 2011 21:32:19 GMT -5
Izzie continued tending to Jimmy while Grace introduced herself and explained what happened to the boy. Izzie raised an eyebrow, surprised at what Grace had said.
"Super Human?" Izzie asked. "Umbrella Chopper? Where did this happen?"
Izzie continued tending to the boy. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago, but the wound was likely going to get infected if Izzie didn't clean it thoroughly. She took the handful of fresh gauze that she had poured antiseptic on and set it to the side. She then reached for the syringe, and the bottle of anesthetic. She pulled the cap of the syringe off with her teeth, then plunged the needle into the top of the anesthetic bottle. Retracting the plunger, the syringe filled with liquid, before Izzie pulled the needle back out.
"Two small pinches, and then you'll feel a hell of a lot better," Izzie said to Jimmy, flashing him a quick smile.
She carefully stuck the needle into the boy's abdomen, near the gunshot entry wound, and pressed down on the syringe's plunger, administering half of the anesthetic. She then pulled the syringe back out, and did the same to the area around the exit wound.
"There. Administered a local anesthetic-- that should take away most of the pain."
Izzie tossed the syringe into a nearby trash can, then picked up the antiseptic-soaked gauze. She pressed it against the boy's wound, and scrubbed softly, disinfecting it the best that she could. Tossing the gauze in the trash, Izzie moved onto her suture kit. Retrieving all her tools, she began suturing up the entry wound, very slowly and carefully. She then moved on to the exit wound, doing the same. Once she was finished with the sutures, she scrubbed the skin surfaces surrounding the wounds with antiseptic one last time, before beginning to apply bandaging. Due to the difficult area of the wound, Izzie was forced to wrap the bandaging all the way across the boy's torso, then down across his hip and over the wound.
"To reduce the risk of infection, I'm going to give you a few pills. Just take two now, two before the end of the day, and two more in the morning," Izzie told the boy, reaching into her satchel and retrieving a bottle of pills.
She emptied six pills onto the palm of her hand, then transferred them to Jimmy's hand. She then retrieved her water bottle from a side pouch on her satchel, and extended it to Jimmy, offering him a sip to make the pills go down easier.
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Post by NotAvailable on Dec 18, 2011 21:19:24 GMT -5
Jimmy had taken the water and pills in both shakey hands before popping them in his mouth. He had a little trouble drinking the water however, his arms felt weak and tired causing the mouth piece of the bottle to tremble away from his lips. Finally he drunk them down and tried to move a little.
"Thanks, d-doc," he mumbled, relaxing a bit. he'd laid one hand on the other side of his lower abdomen, looking over at Grace and then at Izzie.
"Aryn didn't come back...she said she'd be back," he told them, wondeirng where the little girl had gone off to.
Grace furrowed her eyesbrows, unsure of how to deliver the news. Quickly looking back at Izzie, she'd coughed. ''Trinity. There was a German man and his Russian friend who had these...abnormal abilities. He was soaking up bullets like he hadn't felt a thing, then murdered a mass majority of our civilians...we're all that's left, the survivors here in the station...." she trailed off, grimly.
She'd softened her eyes and looked back at the young man who was still awaiting an answer.
"The Umbrella chopper...I don't even know where it came from. Some mad man that doesn't know Umbrella is dead, I suppose. He'd seemed to have known the German and the Russian, he'd helped them escape after shooting down our guards."
It was a tragedy but atleast alot of the women and children had survived, of course they were now either widows or orphans.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 18, 2011 22:23:41 GMT -5
Shane was still making his rounds when he came accross a comotion. A mess of doctors outside a secure area were restraining and working on a man. The female doctor noticed him and Shane smiled wide. "Hiya, just routine tests today. I'll be out of your hair in no time." He then took a look at the man on the ground noticing something odd. "Doctor, before you do anything else you might want to concider a K49 drip. He has an orange tint around his fingernails. It might be light exposure from the cities Nuclear power plant." Adjusting his glasses he walked on. "That or he likes to fingerpaint."
Luckily for Shane the commotion caused the guards to leave their posts in the security room briefly. Quickly he went to work.
"Dalton. You have a window to work with but make it quick. This won't last long so find the beckon and de-activate it before the guards return."
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