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Post by Mikey on Nov 19, 2008 20:28:26 GMT -5
Saint Luke's is the only building in Moscow that has not been thrown into chaos. Somehow, the doctors managed to blockade the building and gather armerments. This building has 8 floors and a garage.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 10, 2011 13:55:35 GMT -5
The lone monitor was in the air before dawn. He was clipped to a compact, high-wing, fast-attack aircraft provided by his friends in Tricell. For close to an hour now the bird flew low to the ground under any sort of radar, bobbing and weaving around the rolling mountains on its way toward Moscow. Kenichiro Kojima had to work to keep his boots planted on the craft's starboard landing skid.
Kojima wore flat black Tricell plated armor that bulwarked everything on his person. His helmet encased his midnight black hair, and its visor completely obscured his Japanese features, and dark eyes. Even with the suit the monitor's hands caught a bit of a chill in the near arctic weather. Squeezing his hands into fists a few times activated the suits self equilibrium procedures causing it to begin warming his extremities. He then checked the orange glow of the mission clock in his heads-up display. The numbers his 00:58:17, as the bird crested a line of hills. Kojima got his first view of his objective: one of Moscow's hospitals resting just on the edge of the city, a suspected freelancer hold, and a soon to be Tricell landing zone.
Even before the pilot triggered green "ready" icons in the monitor's HUD, Kojima was already in motion; securing his magazine into his weapon, yanking the charging handle, and toggling the safety switch - a well-rehearsed symphony of preparation, that went unheard against the rushing winds as the bird hurtled down the backslope of the hills and came to an abrupt nose-up stop on the edge of the town. The thrusters on the ship's wingtips rotated to keep the aircraft steady as the monitor unclipped from his hard-point, leapt onto the frost-covered pumice and began to run.
Kojima was the lone member of the first phase of this operation. Seeing how his abyssal armor stood out in the pale, pre-dawn light, he knew speed was essential if he was going to reach the hospital undetected. Activating his suits actuators, and nano fibers he increased his reactional response time and almost doubled his running pace. He hurdled a low, chain-link fence, and wove quickly through piles of crates, pallets, and shipment containers that littered the rear parking lot of the run-down hospital.
He caught his breath when he took a place on the right of a door. If not for his helmet his breath would have billowed bone-white in the frigid air. He waited for a moment to see if any response was made, from which none came. He then pushed himself from the concrete wall and raised his knee to his chest. With a piston-like kick he smashed the door in. The monitor didn't usually operate in such a rapid, forward fashion but his reinforcement was already on its way so he had to clear any Tricell resistance as per his commander's orders.
He slid into the dark building like a shadow and went into action before the small team of gunmen could properly react in the early morning. The HUD highlighted all of his targets with an orange outline and allowed him to determine the most dangerous targets first. His vector pumped two .45 rounds into each of the men, dropping them rag-doll to the ground. Once clear the monitor moved through the building he cleaned all areas that had been predetermined as living quarters for the freelancers in similar, undiscriminating, lethal fashion. Of coarse, resistance became more aware of his attack as he progressed but they did little to stop the war machine that was Kenichiro.
24 bodies that had been living until about 10 minutes ago now littered the building. The black clad warrior stepped out onto the roof near the helipad and threw down an orange flare, the signal that he had completed his mission. He then disengaged his helmet and leaned against a wall in wait.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 13, 2011 13:13:12 GMT -5
Blue glow leaked from behind the visor, pulled over stonewashed eyes for the entire trip. Apatures of her iris remained wide, watching nothingness regarless of reams of information scrolling down the display. Every now and again the holographic display of 'Acalia' flashed. The armor had been doing this for some time now, acting up whenever its owner went docile; sometimes even when she were active, pumping the wrong drug into her veins. The Ghost had put forward a note of malfunction only to be reassured everything was alright.
Lifting the visor up revealed Elita's cold, icy blue eye. Behind it rested thousands of photo perfect memories of everything she had destroyed. A golden stream of hair pulled down over her right eye, fashioned to hide the scar behind.
Outside the window flashes of Moscow flew by beneath the clowds; the European city's colour palet consisted purely of greys, home only to ghosts and their never ending business. Anything with warmth in their blood only existed as an unwelcome guest. Elita, on the other hand, would fit right in.
Drops landed on the windows, freezing instantly. Super cooled rain was inbound three hours from their Area of Operation, the warning sent through order personnel to remain in doors. Lady Moskva had been cursed with terrible weather turning the landscape into a death trap. Sharp winds which could freeze your skin, causing frostbite in minutes. Razor hail. The super cooled rain remained the worst offendor. If it rained heavy enough every surface became slick, anyone outside would be encased in ice within moments.
The black bird's rotor blades pitched bringing them into a hover over the landing zone. Elita could already feel the aura of death lingering through the air, a sign of her return to where she were meant to be. Waiting on the rooftop were the dark Phantom, the black of his suit a polar opposite answer to the white of Elita's armor, "Rain," the Ghost adressed her Monitor partner in only apathy. She decided he would either understand her lack of life, or ignore the difference of appearance this time around.
Both the Shades took a moment to let the chopper leave the area, heading off to locate cover from the weather rolling in, "How was the insertion?" Elita asked, her brow raised only a fraction in her query. Down to business as usual. Naturally she had been pulled mid one assignment to relocate here, the white Ghost hoped Kojima would fill in the gaps.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 15, 2011 14:53:10 GMT -5
Many things weighed on the specter's mind as the freezing rain started. The AIDEN kept his body as warm as it could but against the onslaught of freezing temperatures Kojima's skin still caught a slight chill. He ignored the rain however knowing his partner; Elita Florence, would be arriving soon. Last time he had saw the hauntingly mysterious yet beautiful woman had been in Japan. Thoughts from that mission still prickled at his mind from time to time.
As the chopper descended onto the helipad Rain snapped to attention from his relaxed position against the wall, frost cracked and broke away from his armor in a few small sections. He approached to escort Ms. Florence from the bird, and they quickly made their way into cover from the cold and weather, after waving the transport away. "How was the insertion?" asked the pale lady.
"Standard. Rag-tag band of wannabe soldiers. No order, no backup, nothing that could have helped them save the weapons they didnt even know how to take the safety off of." He led the ghost to a room that overlooked the western side of the city. It was mostly residential with a few warehouses blotching random blocks. From what he gathered Elita was pulled from elsewhere and switched to this assignment so he decided to brief her on what was going on. Activating his retina display he pulled up the dossier of their target and forwarded it along with all current intel to her. As he did so he began to speak the bits he'd already memorized.
"Andrey Olegushka. Former Spetsnaz, turned political leader. Currently he's turned this wing of the city into his own personal monopoly. He enforces his control via crooked contacts in The Kremlin, and friends he made in the military." He paused proving that he was moving to the reason they were here. "Aside from that sources are saying that he is trafficking BOWs with the black market and selling them to the highest bidder. Be it private party, or russian agencies; which has shown up in his past. We are to find out who his contact is with the black market and eliminate him." Another short pause. He wrapped up with a short comment. "You know how it is. Tricell doesnt like to share their toys. If any property is found it is to be disposed of."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 16, 2011 13:27:08 GMT -5
A grumble emitted from the depth of Elita's esophagus, slowly closing her eyes while holding her chin. Typical behavior from Tricell. It would be easier to simply leave B.O.W. trafficking and aim for different goals; not to mention the heat would be pulled away from them with petty dealers running amock.
Looking over the city once more brought the Ghost back to business, "Okay," she started with an ungrateful grimace, "Foremost is Olegushka's web of control across the Kremlin. Set up splinter cells in each providence to dig up his chain and find the weak points," stepping closer to the window, "Keep them on a 2 hour spin, out of the weather as much as possible. Otherwise we'll have dead agents on our hands."
Russia's weather would make the assignment problematic. Time would be of the essence during the breaks in forecast for them, "Communications will be needed across the Moscow Kremlin and outlying districts for minute to minute information on all movement. That way we'll know the moment any transactions occur," Elita had her finger on her gauntlet's pulse after feeling some nootropics leak into her bloodstream, keeping it from dosing her, "Put a wire on Olegushka's right hand man in the military. When it comes to a fight the situation will require manipulating to keep control. If the skirmish is played espionage enough, though, it should not come to that."
Crossing her arms, Elita's torso swayed slightly in ego, "And I want to meat this former Spetznaz. Face to face. Find out what business he has scheduled, one with plenty of people to blend in with..." the Ghost smirked at the challenge ahead, speaking in her fluent Spanish tongue, "Quisiera hacer una reserva," what she had said was simple.
I would like to make a reservation.
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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 27, 2011 14:14:29 GMT -5
Rain nodded to each point Elita had to make. Even as she spoke he was dispatching orders to his men in the field. There were few now, far fewer than there had been several years ago. But there would be enough to complete the jobs they needed done. "Quisiera hacer una reserva." A grin spread across the japanese man's face, he'd never heard the ghost speak spanish. A moment of silence took place on his part as he finished issuing commands across the board.
All across the city orders were received and intel began pouring back in. The team had been doing their job well. The crazy part is they did it so well that even if they met their partners face to face, they likely would have no clue who they were. "Its underway now. Surprisingly Tricell still has a decent supply of contacts in this city. Shouldnt be too long before we know where we can pop up at." He shared all of the intel he was receiving with Elita's Neural lace.
Quickly sifting through the growing amount of information Rain found that Olegushka would be at a dinner in the Tverskoy Bul'var, with a few of his government friends, and an entourage of others. The Tverskoy Bul'var restaurant would be an extremely high dollar, fancy place. If you weren't in a name brand hand tailored suit, you wouldn't make it though the front doors.
The specter looked to his comrade as he sent her the information. "This the sort of reservation your looking for?" Rain figured it would be almost ideal for what the lady had in mind.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 29, 2011 11:46:46 GMT -5
A moment was spared as Elita cut through the information with a tweaser's precision, check the building and its layout plus those already planned to arrive. Business of the party were to increase public relations of the corporate sector; Oleg's wishes were to spread his wealth across to other areas of the globe, most likely increasing his black market trade, "Perfect," the Ghost knew she could do much more than just meet the man of the match now.
It had been scheduled for the evening giving them plenty of time to prepare. Elita issued a request for the forgery of a fake company based in Costa Rica and the generation of fake ID's for both her and Rain, then for the tailoring of their own formal wear design. A more modern edge would be suited to their style after considering the Russian's preference of the here-and-now.
Holding her gauntlet up, palm open and facing the sky, the holographic display pinned itself to her POV keeping in time as she looked around at the city. Information within the display's window showed when held over its certain area, indicators given their own depth perception and distance counter so Elita could understand exactly how far they were from the Tverskoy, "Good," she curled her hand up, closing the display, "We should carpet the outerlying area and see whether any infection has situated itself in the district, until something more substantial comes across the wire," the pale woman turned on her heel.
News of Moscow stated only a rumor of an outbreak were evident, the capital was slammed into martial law regardless after hearing the state the rest of the world was in. Cases had popped up around the city but were cleared of any detrimentality quickly, considering only one case of infection was easy to burn and keep from spreading. Either way, the Moscow law were doing their best to keep any biohazard from occurring. Tricell, on the other hand, had the resourced to prevent it from ever happening.
A satellite scan would be uploaded soon mapping infection percentage across the assigned area giving Elita, Rain, and the other company agents an easy time moving in to mop up.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 4, 2012 17:29:20 GMT -5
A map that looked as if it had somehow caught a slight case of chicken pox loaded itself into Rains optical display. The red pox pin pointed locations that had been areas where infected had been found. And to cover the entire city there were suprisingly few spots compared to what you would see in most cities of the day and age. The specter zoomed in on the area round their destination and scanned it. He quickly laid out in his mind how they would enter and possibly escape if things got hairy. Highlighting routes that contained possible cases of infection he dispatched the order to have them sweeped if any agents went nearby.
The next thing to pop up was the confirmation on their fake corporation, and that their suits were being tailored. Rain coordinated the retrieval and delivery of both items and pulled up a Tricell safe house. His parter likely recieved the same confirmations as himself so he wasted no time filling her in. "Alright lets move out. We can make our way across the city to a safe house to prepare for the party this evening, everything should be taken care of."
The shadow turned and began making his way down the nearest stairwell leading the way to the ground. Upon entry into what use to be the hospital's lobby the cold russian air blasted any exposed skin, sending chills straight to the bone. The area now served as a make-shift garage where a few old trucks littered the space. Rain approached the one with the darkest tint on the window. "I would say we travel by foot if it were night, and of better weather. We can at least get better bearings on the area." The monitor slid into the driver seat and instantly turned on the defrost after finding the keys in the ignition.
He waited to allow Elita's entry before beginning their tour of the city.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 5, 2012 7:20:41 GMT -5
Slamming her door shut with a clunk, Elita rolled down the window, resting her rifle on its frame and charged a round into the chamber. With her left hand free she accessed her gauntlet's display, moving through information with the twitch of a finger. Biohazard extermination squads had done well with the eradication of the T-virus in Moscow. The city was close to being completely clean. Soon only buckets of bleach and a heavy duty scrubbing brush would be needed to mop up the rest.
This was good in the Ghost's most honest opinion. Even though they could not use infected as a tool in a fight, it meant the friction was not there to interfere with their assignment. Returning the world back to its former state was on the cards, she would not dream of doing anything to impede that. Olegushka on the other hand had cages of the product at his whim somewhere in the old Soviet Bloc, BOWs on a catasrophic level. Be that as it might surprise the BSAA, Tricell also wanted to keep bioterrorism in check.
A twitch of her ring finger zoomed in on a mob around the next corner. Elita would have said something if she did not know Rain were already viewing the exact same information. The truck slowed to an eventual stop and the Ghost opened her door, leaning out into the frame of the window taking potshots with her M27. A labradore barreled out of a side alley gunning it towards the pair of Monitors, quickly slamming into the dirt and skidding forwards from its momentum.
Climbing back inside, Elita left a GPS marker for the cleanup crew. A few more stops like that and they had finished off all of the mobs most out of their way to the safehouse. Elita's vambrace injected stabilizers after detecting her lowered body temperature. Knowing she would be rid of the device for the rest of the night was a good feeling, something she would be looking forwards to.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 8, 2012 13:46:25 GMT -5
After a few stops along the way mopping up a few spots of infection Rain and Elita finally found themselves pulling up in front of a run down looking building tucked cosily into a long strip of duplexes. Rain shut off the engine and emerged from the transport. He approached the building designated as the safe house. It looked abandoned, front door boarded up, windows sealed and blacked out. However one designating mark revived his belief. A small symbol was etched into the wood that would have passed as some kids bored etchings. But to the monitors it portrayed a very specific symbol they knew that designated a safe house.
Rain lead the way down an alley next to the safe house looking for an entrance in the back. Freezing rain struck like needles against the snow covered ground and crackled against the walls as it froze upon impact. As they turned the corner at the back of the building a run down looking man caught a glimpse of them, fear seemed to pull at every aspect of his face as he turned and high tailed it away. Ignoring the fellow, Rain found a stone stair case leading down into the ground. The stairs were uneven and slippery but he walked confidently down them and came face to face with the steel door at the bottom. The handle proved locked, and to the naked eye there was no way to access it. However Rain's optics displayed a holographic keypad just above the handle. He punched in a combination his suit delivered to him and the doors lock could be heard opening.
Entering the safe house revealed a narrow dim lit hall and a few packages sat in center off the floor. It was noticeable that this safe house was not like the one they had used back in Japan. Instead the open spaces, and luxurious aesthetics were traded for narrow halls, and pure necessary equipment. Opening the packages revealed two dress suits, and badges for a non-existent company.
"Well I guess we can rest up and prepare for tonight. We still have a few hours before our dinner party." He passed off the package containing Elita's Dress and badge, before turning and making his way to the kitchen.
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