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Post by Mikey on Mar 12, 2010 20:27:11 GMT -5
Richard accepted the bandages and the bottle of water Colleen offered, passing them to Krandle when he got situated in the chair. Richard left the agent there, and Mickey with Colleen, to go to the other side of the room to check it out. He used the light on his weapon to check the dark corners of the room, finding it clear. He didn’t think too much into it, a room long left unguarded being carrier free. But then, the place was supposed to have been clear. He was guessing the demo’s had settled here recently. Would explain why they were isolated to one part of the facility. Not enough “manpower” or time to spread out and get comfortable.
He heard the footsteps before he saw them. One strong, one not so strong. Almost being dragged, it sounded like. He kept his light on and moved toward the noise. He hoped it was the rest of the BSAA team. His hopes were confirmed when he rounded a corner.
“Sergeant Inman?” He asked, his weapon pointed until he could confirm. He illuminated the men, saw the uniforms and the name patches as well as the rank patch on Inman. Satisfied, he holstered his weapon and moved to give the Sergeant a hand with the injured man.
“Hawlkes.” He said, his accent still stumbling on the sound of the name. “I am coming with the Sergeant and a wo… hurt man.” He said. It was a bit of a ways away from their position. Always good to let your friends know you were coming. That’s how friendly fire happened.
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Post by blizleopard on Mar 16, 2010 14:32:22 GMT -5
Touching her earpiece, Colleen replied, "Roger, Kazlov." The words coming through on the modded PTT cellphone Mickey was carrying as well, buzzing like a CB radio.
While she had spoken, her eyes never left the small laptop, the thing the size of a netbook, but the functionality seemed to far surpass anything one could obtain off the rack at an electronics store. Pulling her phone off her pack, she hooked it up, and turned it on, a satellite-dish image blinking on the screen as a face appears on the monitor screen, "BSAA Tech Ops. Hey, Coll... how's tricks?"
With a smirk, the woman replied, "Feeding you and uplink to the server now... this looks like an automated query, but give me your take on it... I think we're dealing with something deeper..."
After a few moments passing, the man on the screen responded, "Good call. Looks like someone imbedded a worm in the transmission. Since it was a general inventory request, it hit all the available caches, and I think it's sitting there, waiting for someone to access or even look at the memory funny. Since we regularly pull and dump data off Umbrella drives, we wouldn't have spotted this until it got in. It'll take some time to analyze the code and see what it's meant to do. Hate to break it to you, but you'll have to frag the lappy when you get back. you're backed up, so we'll replace it. Data quarantine rules. We'll use the data from your machine to try and reverse engineer what I can't figure out from this end."
She frowned at the screen, "Phone too?"
Shaking his head, the face on her computer replied, "I don't think so... this is data monitoring software, but we can't chance a crossover. Turn off the phone once you're on a plane and safe, and we'll swap your sim card to a new device."
Colleen kicked the wall, and shook her head, taking a deep breath as frustration played across her face, "We've got the best virus protection and defense software on the block... homebrewed, constantly updated. All our electronics carry it. How could this even get in!" Going back to her other screens, she tapped at a few keys, still shaking her head as she heard the voice on the other end, "It's protection in the field. It's also why comm gear is on a seperate server. C'mon Coll... you know the drill."
The former air force seargent grumbled back in reply, "Yeah, I get it... better safe than sorry. I'll look for anything else I can dump from here, transpose it to paper, and we'll be back before you can get so bored you start playing more MMOs on the company dollar."
Those in the room could hear a humored noise of complaint before the line was shut down. Disconnecting the phone from her computer, Colleen put it back in it's slot, looking to the others, "I'm almost finished here. If you're up for moving, soldier, we can get you out to a car and out of here to the airport. In the meantime... might want to let us know what hit you, in case it decides to come in and take a swipe at us."
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Post by Escachick357 on Mar 20, 2010 3:45:15 GMT -5
Mickey had been paying close attention to the surroundings around Colleen. She had orders to protect Colleen so that nothing would bother her while she worked. Mickey was soft-spoken and didn't speak a lot, but this little experience was teaching her to pay attention to what was going around and how to follow discreet orders to protect, the latter being nothing that she learned at her last job.
Feeling to protect the child around her front, Mickey made a quick adjustment and moved Chelsea onto her back. That way Mickey could avoid accidentally hitting her and Chelsea could occupy herself with Mickey's ponytail and the stuffed animal bunny. It seemed like a good idea at the beginning although it was distracting to have her hair pulled with a soft tug and some slight movements at her upper and mid-back.
Mickey tried not to pay attention to what Colleen was saying into the laptop, but it was difficult. So far, nothing was happening so it was difficult not to pay attention to the other woman even though Mickey still had little idea of what she was talking about. It was possibly better that way as she was not being talked to directly.
Suddenly, the tugs at the back of her head felt harder and a few little whimpers came from her back. Oh no. This isn't good. Mickey sighed inside. Chelsea was starting to fuss, for what reason, the woman couldn't tell, but Chelsea would have to sit this out until everything was absolutely safe.
She then heard new sounds, like that of a screech or a hiss coming from the vents. On instinct, Mickey took her gun and aimed high at the vent. She loved kids, but when it came to this situation, the working adult was the more important one to save. A minute passed and the sound stopped, but the gun did not leave the vent. Something was going to come out of there. She could tell and she would be ready to fire when it got its head sticking out of the vent.
ooc: due to the fact that nothing is happening here, Mickey and Chelsea have now left and will start over in another place.
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Post by Kan on Apr 1, 2010 14:12:08 GMT -5
OOC: I gues Ill post first.
IC:
Aviles coughs up a small ammount of blood, "Demos got me, before a hunter" he says in a pained tone as he is set against a wall. Krandle, having heard the BSAA agent's voice, turned to the wound man's direction, "Good to see you alive Aviles" he says outloud as more sounds come from the hallway he and the others had come in from, "It looks like were gonna have company!" he shouts out as he shoulders his weapon.
Inman, having set Aviles down, crouches next to the wounded man, taking the data drive from him, "Don't worry, we'll get you out man, just hold on" he says as a nearby vent crashes outward, a large drain demos thrashes out and heads straight for Aviles, smelling the blood.
A shotgun blast sends the BOW reeling, Inman's shotgun smoking before he sends another shell's worth of shot into the BOW, killing it. From inside the vent the group would be able to hear the screeching of more, sounding almost like a swarm.
"We should leave, now" he says to the russian.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 5, 2010 10:43:33 GMT -5
“Da, we should.” Richard said, looking over at Colleen. He knew she was the one to say when she was ready to go, and he was there to back her up. It was orders, from high up on the chain. Didn’t matter what Inman said, he didn’t have the authority to scrub their mission. Colleen was ready to go, he knew. The other BSAA agents were. They had their data and as far as he knew all of the survivors of Inman’s unit were here. Mickey had no reason to be here at all, save for following Colleen.
“We have car out front. We go now, da?” He said, waving them toward the door and checking the hallway. The vent system was alive with the swarm of BOW’s, but the hallways looked and sounded clear. Didn’t mean anything, true, but one could always hope appearances could be trusted. That didn’t mean Richard was counting on it.
He looked back at the group and then to the hole in the ceiling that continued to rattle and screech with ever increasing volume. Without much warning, he reached over and grabbed Krandle. Helping the injured man stand and supporting him, he waited a moment for the others to be ready. He figured Inman would get Aviles and Colleen would watch out for Mickey and Chelsea. Sounded like a logical and solid plan.
“We go.” He said when he saw the others ready, and moved out into the hallway. He stopped against the wall, scanning one way with his Sig Sauer while Krandle scanned the other way with his rifle. All they had to do was get back to the locker room. The locker room was the first room into the facility, and from there it was less than thirty feet to the car. He waited for the others to leave the room, however it was they did it, before he moved on with Krandle in a sort of buddy system point guard.
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Post by blizleopard on Apr 27, 2010 12:27:12 GMT -5
OOC - I apologize profusely for the long delays in coming back. For the time being, I would prefer to write Colleen back out and to put her back in the BSAA pool for later use when I'm finally able to be here regularly once more, and able to post... if that's allright.
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Post by Kan on May 1, 2010 22:44:56 GMT -5
OOC: fine with me, I wanted to do the same.
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