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Post by Mikey on Nov 19, 2008 22:30:27 GMT -5
Arkonaplatz used to sell anything and everything at a bargain. It was a wide street with tents and convenience stores abundant. Most people bargained for their items. Now, the onl shappers around are undead looking for the snack bar via any poor soul who happens along.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 20, 2011 9:27:21 GMT -5
[Ivan and Splain arrive in Arkonaplatz]
Ivan listened to the way the Doctor, a man of torture and experimentation, sounded like a school child while talking about a flea market. Ivan knew a few of the vendors worked with the mob and that he could get more ammunition for his up coming task for his new soldiers. He caught the eye of a few of the men the moment he walked in and they knew by his look that he was interested in their goods and services.
The Doctor knew what he was liking for so Ivan stepped away to bargain with one of these men. The one he was looking for was obvious by the gun in his belt and the tattoos on his arms. Only whispers were exchanged as Ivan bought a delivery of a crate of AK-47 ammunition. This last operation had used much ammo and if he wanted to continue spreading terror, he would need more.
Only half of the money was exchanged, as per the agreement, and Ivan walked back to Splain, and asked "What would you like, Doctor? Take your pick."
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Post by Winters on Aug 20, 2011 14:40:40 GMT -5
The pair had gotten out of the car park, and walked into the square where the flea market had been most populated. All sorts of tables containing more then just a variety of different tools and supplies, but even household decoratives and a decent mealtime. It was a little strange being here, though. All of these people, not caring much for the talk in the west about the virus taking over population, almost like it never even happened. It was only when Ivan had seperated himself from The Doctor that he thought something was going on. As the large man came back out from behind a vendor, most likely to the back of his trailer or something, he asked if there was anything he wanted.
Seeing the crate full of ammunition, The Doctor knew what he was talking about, but decided to joke along with Ivans contact for the moment. "I vould like a monkey, one zat trows banana shaped explosives. Such terror coming from a hair little man would simply fill my heart with joy, oh joy oh joy. But, I digress, Ivan, I want one of those big magnums! Something German, zough, I dont want anysing with your garbage Russian design..." He spoke in a joking manner, but you could tell that he was serious about the gun. The Doctor always wanted a big gun like that, but never had the opportunity to purchase one. He spent the majority of the time before and after the outbreak underground, didnt get much chance to explore the more thrilling side of the overworld.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 20, 2011 20:00:44 GMT -5
Ivan laughed at the German's joke. A monkey would be would a sight amongst the monsters that were walking around these days. Ivan listened to the request, knowing the seriousness mixed into the joke. Ivan refrained from being insulted, each man was allowed to be proud of his country, even if they were destroying it.
"'Garbage'? Everything from Russian is bigger and more powerful than that of Germany." The large Russian joked back. He knew his guns and knew what The Doctor would like. He walked back over to the man who sold him ammunition and asked for two different types of Magnum Revolvers, one just to spite The Doctor.
"The gun you are looking for is the Korth Combat. He said holding up a prestine revolver. "It is hand built, stays cleaner for very much longer than any other revolver, and worth every bit of money it is worth." He meant every word he said describing the revolver. Despite his conflicts with Germany in the past, they did make one hell of a revolver.
He squinted with a thought as he laid down a wad of cash and put the revolver in the back of his belt and took some ammuntion and some speed loaders. "I think I will take one for myself as well." He said as he handed another to The Doctor. "Now Doctor, you said something about food?" He asked.
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Post by Winters on Aug 21, 2011 1:29:53 GMT -5
Taking the revolver from the large hands, The Doctor held it in his own. This was a thing of beauty, the Korth Combat. A three fifty seven chambered slice of sliver, the only thing that left his mouth after that was a compliment. "Zis is exactly what zee doctor ordered... Its so shiny, polished, I can almost see my own reflection, ahahaha!" With Splain acting like a kid in a candy shop, she put the gun back into his holster, and then strapped it around his waist. Along with the holster, the strap portion held the speedloaders, a very good combination for a fast reload if her ever needed more than six bullets.
As Ivan spoke about the food, yes, that was exactly what they really needed. The scent of friend pork and garlic seasoning filled his nostrils now, and The Doctor quickly sniffed out the eatery portion of the Flea market. Lots of people come to sell their own cooked food, it was surely a different style and taste with everything that you got. "Yes... We need to bring back ze others food, as well. Unfortunately that we cant just let them starve, but it would be a sin if he lost the test subjects before even getting the chance to work on them, right?"
When the pair gotten to the stand which caught the Doctors attention first, he had already ordered six servings of the garlic chicken, holding onto the two large bags with both arms now. After seeing Ivan order something for himself, The Doctor spoke out and then began walking back to the vehicle. "Ill meet you there, we have something to discuss before leaving, however. Just need somewhere a little more private, if you will."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 21, 2011 1:47:37 GMT -5
Ivan ordered his own food as The Doctor walked to the car. Ivan wished to have something different than the chicken, so he found a small Polish family selling paprika chicken and dumplings. He ordered greedily before heading off to the vehicle. He wasn't sure what The Doctor wanted but it probably had something to do with their plans.
Ivan sat in the car and opened his food the moment his bottom touched the seat. He was starving, passing up food before a big operation was a bad habit but his nerves and adrenaline always killed any appetite. He turned to The Doctor with a dumpling ready to be eaten and said "What would you like to discuss?"
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Post by Winters on Aug 21, 2011 5:18:58 GMT -5
Setting the two bags into the bag seat of the car, The Doctor took out his own meal, and then set it down in the drivers seat through the window. When Ivan had finally gotten back to the car, he instantly began to question what he wanted to talk about. Splain didnt give any answer, just looked at him, almost suspiciously. But it didnt really give off a rude impression, he was mearly just creating unessicary suspense. As he opened up the car door, he gestured for Ivan to do the same, feeling the need to at least sit down and eat, and talk in the complete privacy of the automobile.
"Alright, well, I believe that we are being investigated by an unknown assailant. American, thats all I know. Hes been watching for about two days prior to the prison, tracking out activity and listening in using a simple amplification tool. My radio caught the feedback, but I dont think that he knows I know, or now 'we' know. I have belief that he may even be inside the lab as we speak, tampering if not at least photographing my research. Ive been known to draw lots of unwanted attention toward my work, but this man is no of the BSAA, nor Tricell. His goal is unknown, but I do know that hes very interested in the work he intended to do, the testing on those prisoners..."
In all honesty, this wasnt the first time that Splain had caught onto this same man. His name was unknown, but he knows exactly what he looks like, and the expertise he shows. Long hair, leather jacket, jeans, the man looks like the pure stereotype of an American contract killer. "...Ivan, I think we should eat and drive back to the lab, but dont raise any suspicion. I dont want our friend to know that were onto him, not until we catch him slipping up. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldve done so already, so I know that he wont be a bother to us. Still, be on your guard, I dont want the information hes gathered to be used against us. If you do see him, please, dont hesitate to capture him alive, yah?"
[Just so we dont hop threads too much, lets just keep the story going here. Back to the lab we goooooo]
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 21, 2011 7:03:39 GMT -5
Ivan listened to the new information. An American? What was he to do about this new card in his hand? Kill him? Torture him? Experiment on him? Any way, this man had to be caught. He couldn't have someone sabotaging any or all of his plans. Sure, Ivan wanted to make sure he was fear for his actions, but if someone was able to get the jump on him, it would make it that much harder. The thought that this man could have screwed up his plans with the prisoners, getting everyone killed, enraged him. He hoped the man would resist Ivan so he could lay a hurting on him.
Ivan didn't respond, only brewed on his thoughts and food, as the car started and took off. They were headed back, hoping to find everything as they had left it. He knew his five soldiers had dispersed, leaving the experiment and the other three prisoners alone. He hoped the man had begun his transformation, making the process that much quicker.
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Post by Winters on Aug 21, 2011 15:48:35 GMT -5
The car pulled out to the warehouse, and finally parked in between two large carriers as not to raise suspicion had there been police around the area. No chances were to be taken this late in the game, and any that were taken could potentially be the downfall of the entire operation. It was bad enough that he knew the American spy had been following them, tracking their every move, but it would be even more of a nuisince if the police had been onto them. The pair exited the vehicle after finishing up the last of their meal, and then tossed the garbage into the ground. Littering wasnt even crossing his mind by the point, more then 3/4ths of the world had been virally contaminated already, how much worse could it get on an enviornmental level?
When they got down into the lab, everything looked to be just as it was before, only the prisoners didnt greet them with any loud shouting or name calling. It was complete silence. Perhaps they learned their lesson, seen how their last two compadres never came back for a reason? Anywho, the two bags of food had been put into the cell, and the Doctor then spoke to them in a fairly kind voice. "I wouldnt let you starve, now, would I? Four helpings, divided between the three of you. Dig in!" Little did the three prisoners know, this was all a little test on its own. Nice enough to get them each their own helping of food, but whoever gotten the fourth helping would be exposed as the greedy little pig he is. "Ivan, watch them for the time being. When theyre finished eating, bring me the quiet one..." Splain said the last portion into the mans ear, making sure the others werent any the wiser.
For the time being, The Doctor would be in his experimental chamber, searching for any signs that the American spy was here while they were gone. Surely the prisoners wouldve seen him if he did make it into the blood covered room, but maybe they were all just keeping to themselves in hopes that he was there to free them. Whatever the situation, The Doctor closed the door to his room, and looked at the man still laying on the table. His veins had been popping out quite frequently in some areas of his body, blood flow seemed normal, and the wound had stopped bleeding on its own. It looked like the mutations were minimal, but the injected had been working for the most part. For any, anyways...
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 21, 2011 21:13:55 GMT -5
Ivan sat in a chair and watched the three men, each eying up the food, trying to find any forms of tamper. Eventually one shrugged and dug in, the others watched him eat and be fine and started themselves. Ivan proceeded to watch them waiting for the one mentioned to him to be done eating.
He took off his jacket and long sleeve shirt, leaving on his white and blue striped t-shirt. He watched as one of them fought with the other for the last helping while one sat off finishing his food. How predictable, one eventually gave up the last helping, the greedy one ate as fast as he could, and the quiet one stayed out of the conflict.
Ivan stood and paced the door, waiting for the quiet one to finally be done. He seemed to be enjoying every last tiny bit. Finally he set down his dish and Ivan opened the door. He ordered the other to to hug the bars and not think about running as he grabbed the man and carried him into the next room by his hair.
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Post by Winters on Aug 22, 2011 14:52:44 GMT -5
When Ivan had taken the man into the operating room, Splain had told him quietly to stay in with him this time. The prisoner had stood by the table, eyeing at the man strapped down, but didnt question what was going on. Perhaps this was the most smart of the three, he knew not to make a glutton of himself, but also to show content with the food his was given. As for the other two, there would always be consequences. "Do you know why we chose you, Daniel? Because out of all five of you, the one that doesnt belong is you. No criminal record, no Pre-Outbreak report, nothing. I chose you because I was curious myself, why were you even in that jailcell to begin with?"
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Meanwhile, the two men behind bars had been laying in the corner, just waiting for something to happen. The one who had greedily ate the third helping was caughing violently, and then finally had vomited onto the floor. But it wasnt just any normal sickness, blood and internal organs had been eaten away by the slow acting poison inside of the food. Stay below 30% and youll be fine, but anything above will trigger the toxin to dissolve human skin from the inside out. In a matter of minutes, the prisoner had been on the floor, leftover internal organs partially strewn about around him from the whole in his abdominal.
"Please, American, you must help me! Ive been poisoned, I need medical treatment! The Doctor, hes crazy, hes going to kill us all, please let me go!" The other survivor inside of the cell had been banging away at the bars in total fear, begging the man with long hair to let him free. The man with long hair unzipped his leather jacket, an pulled out a handgun with a suppressor, and than aimed it at the man behind the bars. "Your going to die a long, slow, painful death anyways, so just save yourself some time and look into the barrel of my gun." Before the man inside the cell could say anything, he had been shot between the eyes.
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When the body had finally started to move, The Doctor was shocked. Could this mean that it was working? The man on the table still kept his eyes closed, but had been squirming about little by little. The cut on his arm wasnt healing much, but the platelets had already regenerated once he started to move. By this time, his new assistant backed away from the table, sticking close with the Russian man in case things had gotten out of hand. The Doctor had taken out a knife, and cut the leather bindings that was holding the man down. Sure, this might have been crazy, but what happened next would change medical science forever. The moment the bindings on his feet were cut, the man on the table had rolled onto the floor. The Doctor backed away, in hopes that he would be able to stand on his own, but was having doubts. Then finally, the hald man, half monster, had jumped up onto his feet and began to sprint toward them.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 22, 2011 16:24:13 GMT -5
Ivan reacted almost instinctively and caught the man by his throat and raised the man into the air. The force of the man's sprint made Ivan slide a little across the floor. He then slammed the man down with just enough force to be able to pin him down. He laid his knee across the man's collar bone, making him unable to move.
"Now what shall we do with him, Doctor?" Ivan asked over the raise emitted from the man. He held him down as he looked up and waited for an answer.
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Post by Winters on Aug 22, 2011 21:03:44 GMT -5
While the now infected, and obviously very unstable man was pinned onto the ground, The Doctor had ran for the steel door, opening it up to that the emergency lockdown wouldnt keep it closed if the T Virus leaked out. His goal was to leave it open, and then throw the survivor in to fight it, see just how strong it really is compared to a man. But before that plan could come into action, a few gunshots were fired by Splain, and the three round burst hit Ivan in the back. This put him off balance, and unavoidably letting the specimen go. However, it didnt go for Ivan, it went for the closest non-infected human, which had been the American spy that fired of the gun. Splain made his way around the room to Ivans side, making sure that he was fine to get up. No matter how god like he was, three bullets into the back was something of a concern.
The American fired the remainder MP5 magazine into the infected that ran toward him, but when the gun clicked, it continued to sprint. As the man rolled out of the way, the infected missed him, falling onto the ground but quickly getting back up. By this time, the American readied the masterkey on his SMG, managing to get off two pumps. The infected had flew backwards onto the ground, one of its legs severed along with one of its arms. The only thing it could accomplish now was flopping around senselessly. Not wanting to waste anymore ammunition, the American aimed the MP5 toward the Doctor and Ivan, and spoke out in a very direct voice. "Im following you to make sure that whatever you manage to create doesnt escape into the public and create even more catastrophe then there already is. I know you all too well, Doctor, you wouldnt hesitate to let that thing go, and your Russian friend here would only do as you ask. If I was here to kill you, I wouldnt done it back at the police station..."
Ivan had went for his gun, but the American fired a shot at him from a fair distance away, managing to pepper him in the chest. It was enough to keep him on the ground, but those woulds would heal on their own in a matter of hours. Reaching into his leather jacket, he pulled out a photograph of a red headed woman, but then he took off into a sprint out of the warehouse. The Doctor slammed his fist into the table, and grabbed the first aid kit. As quickly as possible, he began digging out bandages, to at least stop the blood flow coming from Ivans wounds. As for the healing process, there wasnt anything he could do but wait for his new friend to recover, the both of them knew that.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 22, 2011 23:47:57 GMT -5
Ivan took the shots and lost control of the mutated man. The newly made monster ran at the American only to be nearly destroyed. The American confronted the pair and insulted Ivan.
"I do as I wish, American! You will see the power I possess, and you will know there will never be a way to stop or kill me!" Ivan retorted to the American's lapdog insult. He tried to get up, and reached for his gun. The American shot Ivan a few more times.
Ivan let out a roar of pain and anger before letting off a few shots from his Desert Eagle. The American escaped unscathed and The Doctor grabbed a first aid kit to tend to Ivan. With a fit of anger, he slammed his fist into the ground, denting the metal plated floor. "Why didn't you tell me he would be in here?!" Ivan asked angrily, yet more out of frustration than anger.
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Post by Winters on Aug 23, 2011 15:18:04 GMT -5
"I just knew that he was following me, not that he was inside out compound, Ivan! The American dog is good at hiding, perhaps I underestimated him. When I did realize that the compound had been breached, I didnt want to give away my thought. If we found out, he would have just left, and I wanted to talk to him. Now I never even got the chance to do that..." Looking at the mutilated corpse on the ground, thrashing about, spraying blood everywhere around him. Walking over to the creature, The Doctor pinned him down his foot, and then began to saw off his other leg, to make sure he didnt get anywhere, even crawling.
Point the bloody saw at the other man, the one who had been watching them work, he not came out from the dark corner of the warehouse lab. "...And you! Why didnt you do anything?! You just cowered in the corner, out of sight and out of mind! Looks like ive overestimated you..." When Splain and began running toward him, the man took off in the other direction, but it was too late. The Doctor pushing him to the ground, and then began sawing off his head from the back of the next. As soon as the screams of agony stopped, he turned to question Ivan, still hacking away. "Least we still have Subject 038, a cage to put him in, and enough food to last him a couple of months. Dont you agree, Ivan? Our work was not destroyed, Subject 028 will grow!"
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