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Post by Kan on Feb 7, 2010 17:02:48 GMT -5
For what seemed like hours the licker wanders around as the agent stays as still as he can, his breathing under a trained control. The creature suddenly moves and looks in a random direction nearby the agent. He freezes up completely in instict, causing a small ruckus in his gear.
Having forgotten the far off clatter for a closer sound the licker turns and pounces towards the agent, it had slowly been noticing due to the man's sweat and other odors. It lashes out its tongue in the general area of the sounds made by the agents gear.
He was found out, the agent knew this as soon as the sound echoed in his head, he almost imediately scambles away, pulling his pistol in a quick movement. The lance like tongue barely misses his arms as he pushes himself up, the licker racing to him. Inman jumps to his left to avoid the creature's claws, sending off a few rounds into the licker's body.
The licker is slightly faized by the .45 caliber slugs slamming into it's side, but it continues on, having not had any proper meals for days. Blood pours slowly out of the wounds as the licker throws out it's tongue once more.
This tongue lances past the agents head, just barely avoiding beheading him. Inman grabs a potted plant and throws it at the licker, the impact sending it backward in midjump. The agent brings the pistol up and fires the rest of his magazine into the creature, killing it.
The agent breaths heavily as he reloads the pistol and makes his way to his shotgun, holstering the pistol as he picks it up. He waits for a moment, listening for anything that may have been atracted to the fight.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 7, 2010 20:57:32 GMT -5
Richard scanned the area after he dealt with the zombie, holding his knife pointed out and scanning the room with it as he searched for another threat. All was quiet for the moment.
When Colleen handed him his handgun back, he took it with his left hand with a nod as a thanks. He set it on the ground just in front of him and grabbed a cleanish piece of the zombies shirt. Wiping the infected blood from the blade, he slipped it back into its holster and picked up his weapon. Out of habit, he brass checked the weapon. Another old habit. Being a mercenary for so long, he worked with a lot of unsavory individuals, was the victim of more than a couple of double crosses. Colleen could have easily removed the round from the chamber, giving her plenty of time to open up on him with her carbine. Luckily for him, she did no such thing.
He nodded to her telling him about the broken transmissions she was getting, and reached for the radio on his belt. He hit a button, the scan button, and the radio started to scan every frequency in the area. It locked onto one, and he pulled the cord that connected to his headset out of the radio. Pushing the call button, he motioned to her that it was live. She had much better English than he did, after all.
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Post by blizleopard on Feb 9, 2010 0:01:47 GMT -5
"The is Agent Colleen Hawkes of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance... this is a private military channel for use of our organization. If you are an agent, please give standard sign for counter-sign. If not, please identify yourselves immediately and provide your location." Clicking off the mic to wait for a response while she motions for eyes up and to continue on, saying softly, "I'll route it through my cell unit and store any incoming transmissions on vibrate... that way no sound will give us away... Let's go." Patting Richard on the shoulder once more, she motioned for him to take point, and then nudged Mickey to follow, "Go on... we've got you covered... like you've seen... pistol out... either pointed to the ground, or aimed towards someplace you intend to shoot." Grinning in reassurance while checking her own magazine and weapon once more, and then levelling the chopped assault rifle, checking the walls and ceiling.
Urging the group onwards and towards the eventual goal, a small smile spread on her face as the three moved with some sense of effciency... the sense of movement and accomplishment palpable inside of her, almost bringing her to speak again... to make some kind of conversational quip towards Richard.
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Post by Kan on Feb 10, 2010 22:06:57 GMT -5
His radio cracks, "This Agent Colleen Hawkes of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance... this is a private military channel for use of our organization. If you are an agent, please give standard sign for counter-sign. If not, please identify yourselves immediately and provide your location." plays over his speaker.
He growls in slight agrivation, it sounded like the newbie agent he met earlier, good enough person he guessed, but he didnt need the extra sound, he grabs the radio and clicks it on. "Agent Hawkes, you do not have the clearance to access this channel, and as senior agent I request you give me to the one who did access it" he says into the radio.
Without waiting for a responce he shoulders the shotgun and moves farther into the building, search for his team.
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Another BSAA member, a hispanic man, hears the radio traffic and groans. He was heavily injured, many clawed gouges and lacerations along his body. He had done his best to bandage himself up, he had come under attack by a pack of drain demos, and barely survived that before coming under attack by a hunter. He had managed to come out of the demos fight with only some wounds, but the hunter, that one got him when he was tired.
He keyes his radio and groans, "counter sign: red grain (the sign for possitive identification with near fatal to fatal injuries"" he says before coughin a wet cough, in his hand is a memory storage device, the data from the arkley lab.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 11, 2010 4:27:34 GMT -5
Richard arched a brow under his mask. A senior officer here? He hadn’t been briefed on this. He’d just been told to find Hawkes and give her some backup in her assignment. Just what he needed. A power struggle with some a**hole with a chip on his shoulder. He plugged the headset back into his radio and flipped it to send his transmission as well as receive incoming transmissions.
“This is BSAA STARS agent Richard Kazlov.” He said, in near perfect English. His next sentence was proof that that particular phrase was well practiced and his broken English was not an act. “I have auth… I can use channel.” He said, stumbling over the word before replacing it with something he knew was right. “She here to look at computers, I here as last second backup. Why are you here?” He asked, moving while he talked to the next door. About mid sentence, he opened the door and scanned it, going low and opening the line of fire of Colleen if she needed it. Luckily, it was empty as well. He moved into the hallway it led into and stopped again when he finished.
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Post by Kan on Feb 12, 2010 22:58:05 GMT -5
The agent fires his shotgun into a lone injured drain demos, ending the creature's torment called existance just as his radio keys again. "I entered through another side entrance Kazlov, but I must tell you that my sole purpose right now is to find my team, and I will move the earth to do so" He says into his mike quickly, clicking in the background, the sound of BOWs. "My man is down Kazlov, and I have reason to believe", in midsentence a shotgun blast rings through the mike, a drain demos falls nearby, a large chunk of it's neck missing, "that he may hold intel that my team and I have secured from the mountains" he says finishing the sentence.
He looks around and seeing nothing else he inspects the corpse of the first BOW, looking at the wounds from behind his shotgun blast. They matched the entrance profile of Hernandez's 9mm MP5A4. "You to can do what ever your mission is, but if you run into any of my men before I do please ensure they are taken care of, you do this and I will help you in your task, also I would be on the look out for the drain demos BOW, I have reason to believe that there is a nest somewhere in the facility".
He reloads his shotgun and moves into the hallway, not realizing that it will eventually lead him to the other BSAA members.
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Post by blizleopard on Feb 15, 2010 22:58:42 GMT -5
Shaking her head once, and looking to the others, "Okay... this is bats***... I've got full ops auth from the North Am office. These guys must have come out before those issued... and have been off the cell net this whole time. Which is pretty strange. Next to private security? We've got the best communications network on the planet. Let's go... the longer we stay here, the better the chances are, something will pop out after us. Remember your big three... Always check up, Keep an eye out for anything useful, and don't assume anything." Patting Richard on the shoulder, and then eyeing Mickey, before shaking her head, "The longer we've waited, the colder the trail gets. I need to get to that server... whoever that is can catch up if he wants... but like him... We've got a mission."
With that said, she began to move onwards and into the facility, motioning for Richard to take point once more...
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Post by Escachick357 on Feb 17, 2010 3:12:06 GMT -5
While Mickey had to admit that she had little idea of what Richard and Colleen were talking about. She understood the part about the mission, but most of the other stuff was almost foreign to her. However, because they were nice enough to protect her and Chelsea without completely abandoning them, Mickey knew that they were good people. When she completely calmed down, she aimed the gun at the ground. Her eyes looked around to check if something was coming back at her.
A small clicking sound came from Mickey. The young woman groaned silently. She should have changed shoes while at her apartment. It would be easier as well as changing out of the uniform she wore. Well, there was nothing she could do now except for walk slower to muffle the sounds of her heels.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 18, 2010 9:53:49 GMT -5
Richard moved on when Colleen tapped him on the shoulder again. At this rate they’d never get to the server room. Zombies and unexpected agents would keep popping up until the end of time. And now drain demo’s? It would have been nice to know about that before hand. He’d have packed a little heavier for the trip.
“Server room close, da?” He asked her without looking back. He jerked his hand in the air in the ‘stop’ motion before she got a chance to answer. He heard something. It only took him a moment to realize it was footsteps. Heavy ones. A large figure, wearing boots. “Down.” He said calmly.
He himself stayed in front, going down to a knee. He made himself the smallest target he could while still staying in front to act as the bullet sponge for the girl and baby. He aimed foreword and put his finger on the power button for the flashlight on his weapon. When the figure came around the corner, the LED would blind it for a split second. Just the amount of time he needed to fire enough rounds to at least disable the target.
The figure rounded the corner in a combat stance, and Richard stopped short of hitting the button. In the low light, he could still make out the uniform of the BSAA agent.
“BSAA.” He called out as confirmation. He sure didn’t look like an agent, and at the moment he wasn’t sure how clear the view of Colleen was.
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Post by blizleopard on Feb 21, 2010 2:25:00 GMT -5
Move automatically on the stop gesture, putting a hand up to forestall Mickey's movement, and pointing back down the hall for her to cover that direction with the shotgun as the older woman pans up and around, checking the ceiling in case, before Richard states the organization's name, the boots having caught in her ears, but otherwise letting the Russian handle it for the time being.
Once the check showed clear, Colleen stands back up slightly, keeping the Sig 556 ready for action, looking over and around the corner for a moment in order to see what Richard was looking towards, and then back towards Mickey... putting her hand to her lips and signalling her to keep quiet... and not show herself for a moment.
Murmuring softly, enough that Richard and perhaps Mickey would hear, "Warehouse is down that hall... should be door on the left, marked Chemical Storage. The server I'm looking for is in the warehouse's office."
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Post by Kan on Feb 21, 2010 19:20:37 GMT -5
The figure, a large well build tanned male, rounds the corner, a LR-300 gripped tight in his hands. As his form becomes clearer to the russian he would be able to tell the agent had a good number of claw injuries in his arms, and a bandaged wound on his lower chest, his eqiupment and uniform stained with blood around the bandage.
He loweres his weapon as he seens the russian, looking releived to find a living human being let alone another agent. "Bout bleeding time" he says quietly as he lowers his weapon "My radio has been out for the past day and I've been making my way here for a redevous with my team" he says quickly through a pained gasp.
He takes a took behind the russian and notices a women armed with a sig and a women with a baby, "I take it your not here for the same reason, regardless, I'll have a better chance with you guys, names Krandle, mind me asking what your mission is?" he asks.
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Not aware that another of his team has run into the other BSAA agents agent Inman continues into the facility, taking down the odd zombie that wonders to close to him. He hadn't encountered many more drain demos, but had seened a few of thier dead bodies, riddled with bullet holes.
By now he would be close to the chemical storage warehouse, unknowingly heading to the other agent's objective.
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The wounded agent, the one who had sent out the 'red grain', is welcomed back into the waking world by a groaning moan. A crawler had managed to get close to him during a blackout from the pain. He quickly fires a burst into the former human and kills it, expending his last magazine for his SMG.
He groans as he stumbles up, dropping his empty gun, and looks at where he is, a warehousing area marked with biohazard symbols, before setting himself up against a wall nearby a entrance to the warehouse on the side that Agent Inman was coming in from.
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Post by Escachick357 on Feb 28, 2010 5:32:19 GMT -5
Mickey stopped abruptly when Colleen gave the signal. One last click came then stopped. For a scarce moment, she looked around to find somewhere to sit down. The place looked clean enough so that she could walk on the floor without the heels while cutting the bottom of her feet. When she stopped, Chelsea gave a soft whine.
"Shh...Quiet little one." Mickey whispered to the baby. Amazingly, the child obeyed her. She paid attention to Colleen and the other person that asked the group a question, but she said nothing to comply with the silent command of Colleen.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 5, 2010 7:29:32 GMT -5
“We here to look at computers.” Richard said. He didn’t want to get into detail, only for the fact that he didn’t want to spend the time to find the right word for what it was she was going to do. He stood up and moved foreword, stopping even with Krandle to check down the forking hall he had come from. He turned his back to the agent for a moment to check for signs, his eyes lighting up when he saw the sign to the warehouse. He could read English just fine, but he didn’t have the tongue for it. Turning back, he waved Colleen and Mickey foreword.
“There.” He pointed, moving to Krandle and offering his shoulder for support. He was quite a bit shorter than the agent, but something was better than nothing.
They moved to the door and Richard let Krandle stay by the door as he and Colleen moved to open and clear it. He stacked up at the frame and swung open the door when she was ready. He went in low and swept the area with his light as Colleen did the same. He could see the servers she was here to check out.
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Post by blizleopard on Mar 6, 2010 23:50:02 GMT -5
With Richard having secured another agent, Colleen looked puzzled for a moment and then to the wounded man. Inhaling a moment, she then turns to Mickey and smiles, "Okay... While Richard tends to him, and secures the outer perimeter out here, you come with me. Your job will be to watch my back while I work... The office has windows, but there's only one door in and out, and the vents are not large enough for anything big to come through. And any of the BOWs small enough to fit, would be easy to take out with a couple blasts from your shotgun. I don't know how long this is going to take, right now... I've got to get access to the server logs, and then attempt to backtrace the source of the request. The server here was mainly for inventory storage... so it doesn't make any sense why it would go hot now... let alone after so long, and after being picked dry."
Shaking her head, she dropped her weapon back into it's holster at her side, and then fishes out some water from her pack, along with a couple tourniquet bandages, passing them to Richard before moving inside. Up a couple steps and over a walkway, she heads into the office, pulling her pistol before looking around a moment. After giving a sweep with pistol and flashlight, she holsters once more and moves to the wall access for the server. Pulling the wall access, she slips her backpack off, and begins taking out several things. Mini-laptop, spare memory, and several connector devices... before beginning to connect to the system, and switching on her devices.
Tapping her comm unit, "Allright Richard... I'm getting set up here... things look safe, so bring him on in if you want to rest. There's a chair in here."
In the meantime she gets her computer going, and begins to type away, black backgrounds and green lines of code scrolling past, keeping her eyes firmly glued to them while the others are left to look around, relax... or otherwise.
Absently, Colleen switches to one hand typing for a few moments as another bottle and a snack bar is taken out, munching away as strangely enough she sits on the floor, occasionally swapping cables from location to location as she searches around, keeping a single connection on a central hub.
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Post by Kan on Mar 11, 2010 21:26:17 GMT -5
Krandle takes the offered shoulder, his weapon now slung across his back, "Thanks man" he says while walking with the russian agent to the door. He sticks up against the wall and unslings his weapon and shouldering it, "I'll be fine here, I'll guard this entrance, you just watch that girl and the kid alright?' Krandle says as he leans so that he has a good field of vision, covering the hallway he came from and the other hallway.
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Inman walks up to the door, a sign reading Chemical storage posted on it. He taps on the door lightly, a precautionary tactic to avoid a surprise attack. Hearing nothing in responce he slowly opens the door, the light on his shotgun illuminating the dark warehouse corner just next to the door.
His eyes widen as he sees a prone body just ahead of him wearing his unit's uniform, he quickly moves up to the body, keeping alert from any tell tale signs of a t-virus infection. He lowers his weapon as he hears the agent groan and silently curse.
"Aviles" Inman says quietly as he rolls the man over and helps him sit up, "D*mn man, you got messed up" he says to him with a slight grin, "I knew I said it would take a lot to take you down but d*mn man, you didnt have to go prove me wrong and take more hits".
He trys to help the man up but Aviles stops him, grabbing his arm, "I have it Sarge, Haran and Anger died to make sure it got here" He brings him other hand up, a memory unit held tight in his fist, "Make sure it gets to headquarters, you know what this data could stop." Aviles says through grunts of pain. Inman gropes for his IFAK and grabs a pain killer and injector as Aviles almost passes out, the drive still held tight in his fist, Inman injects the painkiller as Aviles lays on the ground.
He looks around and sees both movement and light on the other side of the warehouse, beleiving it might be the other agents, or maybe even one of his team he helps Aviles up giving him his shoulder to lean on. "Come on man" he says as he walks with Aviles towards the area where the russian agent was guarding.
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