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Post by Caliber on Feb 9, 2012 2:46:23 GMT -5
"Damn," Cel said as Anna finished explaining. "When sh*t goes bad... it really, really goes bad, doesn't it?" she frowned. "But, yeah," she quickly continued. "I'm glad I caught ya in time, too."
Cel turned toward the APC and thought for a moment.
"Well, let me show you the gear," she said, walking toward the APC.
Cel walked up the ramp and gathered several things before returning outside. She set everything on the ground in front of Anna, then began showing her each item.
"First off, here's that 1911 that I converted. It's chambered in .50 GI, as promised. The magazines hold seven rounds, as per usual with the standard 1911, plus one round in the chamber," Cel told Anna, handing her the new gun.
"As for the ammo, here's a five-hundred-round can of three-hundred grain hollowpoints," Cel pointed out, tapping the can with her foot. "I know we agreed on only three-hundred rounds, but I figured I'd just give you a full five-hundred. This particular cartridge isn't easy to come by out there, and I wanted to make sure you've got all you need for now. It's the least I can do."
Cel picked up the final items
"Finally, I finished my bracer blade design. These steel bracers have spring-loaded blades that slide out when you flick your wrist hard enough. You can either retract them manually with a pin on the side, or press them against a hard surface, such as concrete. I custom-fitted them for you, so they should fit perfectly," Cel told Anna, reaching out to help her get them on.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 9, 2012 3:02:51 GMT -5
Anna took a good look at her newly converted 1911, she'd grinned and took a practice aim with it, spinning it around in her fingers and holstering it. Her hip felt lonely and light up until now. She then tapped her foot onto a can of rounds for her weapon. She'd given her way more than what was part of the deal, that alone made her feel safer. It looked a little hefty, she could more than likely lift it herself is she tried but she'd made a mental note to just call on one of the men.
Eventually, Cel had her awestruck with the bracer blades. Anna hadn't known exactly how to respond to them. Cel helped her place them on and gave her a quick summary of how to use 'em. When they were on, she'd grinned again and flicked her wrists out, the blades shooting out from her under her sleeves.
"Nice. Really, nice. These should come in handy against the mercs...." she trailed off before retracting the blades with the pin.
"I really appreciate all this help, Cel. More than you'll know, with my family...I've got to do what I gotta do to keep them safe. Anyway, here's my end of the bargain," she said, pulling the duffle bag off of her shoulder. She'd unzipped it, exposing packets and boxes of white pills with the Umbrella Logo imprinted on them.
"We took all three crates, this one was my share, I don't need 'em though, can't imagine myself getting infected. I'm too paranoid for that," she laughed. "Hopefully these will cover everything, if not, we've got an armory inside," she told her, pointing her thumb back at the SPD.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 9, 2012 3:17:08 GMT -5
Cel was glad to see that Anna was fond of her new gear. She smiled when Anna thanked her. Anna then proceeded to pull the duffel bag off of her shoulder and display the contents to Cel. She then explained their nature. "Great," Cel said, taking the bag in her arms. Her eyes widened as she viewed the pills up close. "Most people probably don't even knows these exist. They're essentially priceless," she chuckled. "This definitely covers everything."Cel zipped the bag back up, then slung it over her shoulder. "Nice doing business with you, Anna-- as always," Cel told her, shaking her hand once more. "Take care. You know my frequency, if you need anything else."Cel did a quick two-finger salute, then walked off into the APC. The pulled the cooler and folding chair off of the roof, then shut the hatch firmly. She then raised the APC's ramp, closing off the interior. She tossed the duffel bag down by one of the weapon racks, then climbed into the driver's seat. She engaged the ignition, pressed on the gas pedal, and pulled out of the Stoneville Police Department's parking lot, honking the horn to Anna on her way out. [Celeste has now left the Stoneville Police Department] [/color][/center]
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Post by Rhinn on Mar 2, 2012 16:23:16 GMT -5
Lucy had been tempted to stay... until she had seen the cell that she had slept in the night before. Now there were three people in there and they smelled like they hadn't had a bath in a while. So after her lunch, she had thanked Reggie for his help and headed back out to her new ride. It was still sitting in the parking lot, loaded up with her stuff.
As she climbed in, she took a look at a map of the area she had picked up in the station. She was near the outskirts of Raccoon City and could easily be back in the city limits or the mountains.
She was ab to put the truck in drive and pulled out of the parking spot when she looked over at the gate. The road in front of the station went right and went left.
"Which way to go?"
That was her question. She suddenly realized that she literally had no place to go. Sure, there was always Estes Park, but who would she really know there now. Now what?
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Post by Caliber on Mar 5, 2012 0:46:11 GMT -5
[Izzie and Mikey have entered the SVPD (again)] Izzie stood in front of a countertop in the kitchen area of the SVPD, anxiously fumbling through her satchel. Her frustration was steadily rising, as it became clear that she was out of instant coffee packets. "Damnit... there's gotta be one here somewhere..." she hushed to herself, her sleep deprivation beginning to take full effect on her attitude. Fed up, Izzie dropped her bag off of her shoulder, letting it plop to the old, worn kitchen tile flooring. She then began rapidly opening and closing the kitchen cupboards both above and below the countertops, rummaging through the contents, in hope of finding ground coffee. A pot was set up next to the stove, but there wasn't any actual coffee to brew in sight. Izzie reached the last cupboard-- empty. "What the hell happened to all the coffee?!" Izzie raised her voice, slamming the cupboard. As she did so, she realized that a figure was hovering in the doorway behind her. It was a tall, dark-haired man, puffing on a cigarette. He was obviously well-armed, but didn't appear to be military. Izzie suddenly grew a bit embarrassed as she realized the man had just heard her caffeine-deprivation-influenced rant over something as silly as coffee. "I'm not crazy, I swear, I just need some f*cking caffeine before I drop dead," Izzie laughed, turning toward the man.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 5, 2012 2:25:12 GMT -5
Nothing quite tasted as good as a cigarette that had been long overdue. Mikey had been craving one since he had gotten here, but he couldn’t go outside to enjoy it. It had gotten so bad that he had been wandering the place for the last hour, looking for a nice deserted area to light up and enjoy. He had just lit up when he heard the footsteps. Freezing in place and waiting, hoping for the off chance that the person wouldn’t say anything.
Turns out, the off chance was right. He heard slamming of cupboard doors and general rummaging, and he had to turn around to see what was going on. He saw a woman looking through the kitchen for something. He was about to ask what she was doing, but the loud exclamation and the slamming of the final cabinet door told him he all he needed to know.
She turned to regard him, obviously caring more about the fact that he probably thought she was crazy than the cigarette in his hand. Either way, he was pretty sure he could buy her silence.
“I know how that is…” He muttered, holding the cigarette up for her to see as he opened his bag. He rummaged in the main pocket for a moment until he pulled out a small packet for her. Tossing it toward her, he closed his bag back up. It was a small packet of instant coffee. He was pretty sure he had just made a friend, the way her face lit up when she realized what it was.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 7, 2012 1:30:37 GMT -5
Izzie's face lit up with relief as the man dug something out of his bag and tossed it to her. It was a wallet-sized packet of instant coffee. As he puffed on his cigarette, it was clear that nicotine was his vice, like caffeine was Izzie's.
"Wow, thanks. I appreciate it," Izzie smiled, reaching forward for a handshake. "Name's Izzie."
She didn't feel the need to state her rank, or specify that she was in the B.S.A.A, as her attire and name tag said it all.
Izzie returned to the kitchen cupboards, removed a small coffee mug, and made her way over to the sink to rinse it out. After the mug was clean, Izzie returned to her satchel and removed a bottle of purified water, planning to use it in her coffee to ensure optimal taste, as tap water would have tainted the precious drink. Izzie filled the mug, then placed it in the kitchen's microwave. The police department's generators powered it just fine, and the water was at a decent temperature in no time.
Izzie sat at a small table by the kitchen's only window, then gestured to the man in the doorway to sit across from her. She stirred her coffee into the hot water, savoring the smell as she did so.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 7, 2012 11:17:34 GMT -5
“No problem. Mikey.” He said, watching her immediately go about making her coffee. She had it down to a science, it seemed, and in less than a minute she was waving him over to take a seat next to her at the small table. He walked over and took a seat, pulling the strap of his bag over his head and setting the bag on the ground next to his chair. He made sure to step on the strap, an old habit to make sure it couldn’t be picked up and stolen without him knowing about it.
He set the paper cup on the table, which he had been using as an ash tray. Flicking the latest accumulation of ash into the cup, he took a deep breath and a look at his new kitchen companion.
She had a BSAA patch on her, as well as a rank patch. Major, if Mikey remembered right. She also had a red cross on her, the international sign of a medic. If he had to guess, he would put her age at late thirties or early forties.
He watched her stir the cup a few times, and gave his bag a nudge with his foot.
“I have some sugar if you want.” He offered, dropping the now spent cigarette butt into the cup and taking a new one from a pocket on his vest.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 8, 2012 1:13:30 GMT -5
"Nice to meet ya," Izzie smiled, raising the coffee mug to her lips, briefly inhaling the aroma before taking her first sip.
Mikey offered Izzie some sugar, which he had apparently kept in his bag, as indicated by him nudging it with his foot. He put out his first cigarette, and removed another from his pocket. Jeez, Izzie thought, Pack a day habit? He might just be worse than me and my coffee.
"Nah, I'm good, but thanks again," she shrugged, smiling.
Izzie had almost always preferred her coffee black. Not because she particularly preferred the taste over sweetened coffee, nor because she thought it made her more of a badass to pretend like she enjoyed the somewhat bitter-tasting liquid, but because cream and sugar often upset her stomach, while plain coffee didn't seem to induce the same effect.
Izzie gently set her mug on the table, then proceeded to begin doing what she had intended to do earlier. She hadn't cleaned and polished her revolver in quite some time. While the design of the revolver didn't require frequent cleaning what-so-ever, it was still something that she had liked to do-- and judging by the fact that the man before her seemed to be armed with his own share of decent weaponry, he may take interest in seeing Izzie's piece up close, which she was admittedly quite proud of.
She removed her revolver from her hip holster, making sure to keep the barrel pointed in a safe direction. She swung out the cylinder and emptied the five gigantic, seven-hundred-grain, fifty-caliber rounds onto the table. She then lay her revolver down flat, the cylinder still swung open, as she set each round on the table, upright, one by one. After doing so, she proceeded to remove a few things from her pack. She held her revolver by the cylinder as she ran a small, thin piece of cloth through each chamber. She then proceeded to do the same for the barrel, then began wiping down and polishing the rest of the gun.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 9, 2012 4:59:48 GMT -5
After the introductions, the denial of the sugar, and a bit of silence, Mikey watched Izzie pull a revolver from her hip. She unloaded it and meticulously placed the rounds in a line, and Mikey smirked when he looked at them. He reached out to pick one up, feeling the weight and looking it over.
“Point five hundred? Wow. That will definitely ruin someone’s day.” He said with a smirk. More accurately, it would ensure that whoever got hit with one would live out the rest of their short life in agonizing pain. He set it down, and prompted by her display, pulled his Glock from it’s holster. He dropped the magazine and ejected the round from the chamber, catching it as it flew into the air. He slipped it into the feed lips of the magazine and pointed the gun at the floor, dry firing it. He hit the takedown levers and slipped the slide off, unscrewed the compensator, took down the guide rod and finally slid the barrel free.
He reached into one of the smaller pockets of his bag and pulled out his own ‘cleaning kit’. The pistol components were an old tooth brush, an expired credit card, and a soft cloth. He started cleaning next to her, done at about the same time. He took very good care of his guns. He cleaned them whenever he got the chance. This time around, it had been less than fifty rounds through the gun, so the residue was almost nonexistent. He decided to check his magazines when he was done, pulling out a box of rounds and taking the pouch off of his belt. A few were a round or two short, because of his habit of reloading whenever he got the chance. That meant reloading a magazine that was only missing one or two shots.
He started in on loading them, the rounds themselves unique. He didn’t use hollow points, but he liked the damage they could do. So, he took a hacksaw to his full metal jacketed rounds, cutting an X a few millimeters into the rounds. This ensured they would fracture upon impact.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 9, 2012 21:41:53 GMT -5
Anna had been walking from Cell Block B with Aryn. She'd sent her husband off to gear up and Aryn was left complaining about hunger, despite her bag of jellybeans she'd practically inhaled. The mother and daughter bickered back and fourth to eachother when they'd turned into the kitchen to find two people cleaning their guns at a table, in complete silence.
Anna stepped halfway in and then out, quirking a brow. "Uh...am I...interrupting? Should I leave?" she asked, pointing her thumb back. "Seems pretty intimate in here." she joked, moving farther into the kitchen.
Aryn looked on at the two and watched them work before. She'd always been particularly fond of firearms ever since she'd first experienced an outbreak. She'd wanted to ask them questions about their weapons but at the same time, she didn't really feel like bothering them. She must've been coming down with something.
Meanwhile, Anna had approached the cabinets, searching through them until she'd found bags of chips that the BSAA had supplied for them. She'd reached over to grab it, but stopped half way and looked at her hand. With the flick of the wrist, her blade shot out of her brace and she'd stabbed into the bag, pulling it out of the cabinet.
"Sweet! I want one of those!" Aryn cried out.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 9, 2012 21:57:25 GMT -5
Izzie had just finished up polishing off her gun, and began to slide the huge rounds back into their chambers on the cylinder, when a woman and her daughter stumbled into the kitchen. It was agent Anna McGraw of the B.S.A.A., whom Izzie had met dozens of times previously, but hadn't seen in quite some time. The grizzled red-head cracked a joke on her way in. It was nice to see that people had the ability to retain their sense of humor.
"Agent McGraw?" Izzie asked, uncertain of whether or not they were on a first-name basis, or even if the red-head knew Izzie's first name. "I didn't know you were back hanging around!"
As Anna began searching through the cupboard, just as Izzie had done a few minutes previously, her daughter seemed to notice the guns that Izzie and Mikey had set out before them, then blurted out, making her desire to have one very clear.
"I think this one miiiiight be a little big for you, for now," Izzie laughed, smiling at the young girl who eyeballing her revolver. Izzie glanced up at Anna before continuing. "But maybe once you're all grown up I can hand it off to ya, how's that sound?"
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Post by Mikey on Mar 9, 2012 22:57:40 GMT -5
Mikey stopped what he was doing to take a look at the pair who walked into the kitchen. He recognized Anna, but not the young girl. He gave a small wave to her before he went back to cleaning his gun, her joke making him crack a smile as he tried to think of a witty retort.
"We're using protection. No one's touching a trigger." He said with a smirk, keeping the joke tame for the kid's sake. He also reached over and ground the cigarette out in the cup before waving off a cloud of smoke that was accumulating overhead.
He slipped the magazine back into his Glock and racked the slide, slipping it into his holster and started to put the magazines back into the pouches. He attatched it to his belt, and watched Anna spear the bag of chips.
"What, did you lose the feeling in your hand in the last few hours?" He asked with a smirk. Hmm, they were looking for food. Might as well make more friends. Well, at least with Aryn. Anna kind of had to like him, he had helped them out. And he was her best man, for chrissake.
"You know, I think I might have something for you." He said to Aryn, reaching into his bag and pulling out a vacume wrapped bag. He cut it open with his pocket knife and started to rifle through it. He felt his hands wrap around a candy bar, slightly crumpled, and pulled it out to hand to the young girl.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 9, 2012 23:09:53 GMT -5
Aryn's eyes lit up at candy bar but before she could reach out for it, she'd glanced up at her mother. Anna smiled and gently ruffled her hair, nodding. Taking it, she'd began to unwrap it. "Thanks alot! It's kinda rare when I can get candy," she told him, taking a couple of bites.
When the other woman had mentioned Aryn was much too young for a gun at the moment, she'd sighed and slumped her shoulders. "When I'm older...it's the end of the world and I'm still not old enough to shoot things that want to eat my face," she said, grabbing at her own face with both hands to emphasize her complaint.
"Don't worry, kid. You'll get there..." Anna told her before looking up at the two. She recognized Mikey instantly, obviously. He was a civvie she'd met in the Mall, attended her and Rich's wedding. Even managed to snag Jake's spot as her groom's best man. Which was hilarious.
The other person, a blonde, she'd recognized to be her superior, General Wolf. She'd rubbed at the back of her neck and tried to figure out how to correct her name, since it's changed...and then quickly began to wonder how to explain that she was MIA for two months, proclaimed dead, but not because of a wedding. It seemed a little far-fetched.
"General, er, I mean, Doc, long time no see," she said, awkwardly. "My name's Holden, now, actually, I'm married....but that's not why I was MIA! I...eh, it's a really long story...just made it back to the states two days ago right before I did get married and...I'm ranting. My bad," she told her, losing her usual cool. She really didn't want to risk losing her job, slash, only means of protecting her family and giving them a good home.
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Post by Caliber on Mar 9, 2012 23:18:25 GMT -5
Izzie watched as Anna's hyperactive daughter snatched the candy bar out of Mikey's hands, excitedly. She then proceeded to make a particularly hilarious, yet somewhat disturbing comment about growing older. Izzie smiled nervously, unsure of how she would respond. Luckily, Anna stepped in and reassured Aryn, saving Izzie from having to say anything.
Anna finally responded to Izzie's greeting, nervously. Izzie had risen in rank since last they had met, rising to General status. Apparently Anna had heard previously-- or maybe just saw Izzie's rank patch.
"Relax," Izzie told Anna, chuckling. "I'm glad you're back, we could definitely use more agents like you," she assured. "Married, eh?" Izzie continued, switching the subject. "Good! It's hard to find love after the world has... you know, ended," she joked, chuckling. "Holden was Richard's surname, right? Glad to see youguys are still together!"
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