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Post by Mikey on May 23, 2009 3:47:32 GMT -5
Tyson heard the orders yelled over the radio and turned on his heel to started towards the other three's location. Only a few left. They'd get to go f**king home after this, after two or three more people were dead. To his recolection, they had cleared the broadcast room and the hostiles. Unless he had fogotten anything, they were almost in the clear for the TFP boys to move in. Good. Let them do the matinence.
"Tyson to Bishop, coming in on your three. Hold fire." He said, not in the mood to get shot by friendlies. He was probably recognisable enough as it was, but he wasnt going to take any chances. He remembered getting his ass peppered by friendly fire, paniced survivors years ago. Taken all his willpower not to fire back, but f**k...
He made it to their position, seeing them all crouched and ready for the firefight that was probably soon to come. He took up position next to Bishop, pressing his back against a cubical for the purpose of staying out of sight only. These things wouldnt stop a .22. He double checked his shotgun as he asked "Whats the situation?"
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Post by thegunny on Jun 3, 2009 16:02:40 GMT -5
OOC: Post up mikey, Bishop ain't around again. Advance the plot
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Post by Mikey on Jun 6, 2009 17:35:20 GMT -5
Tyson listened to the short report Bishop gave him. Two guys, maybe more upstairs. Not a big problem. "Switch with me." He said quietly, handing over his shotgun and borrowing the AK-47. He checked the magazine, seeing it was full, and slid it back inside. He stood and moved as quietly as he could to the back, motioning someone to to go up the stairs to distract them.
He didnt see who it was, but someone complied and moved up the stairs to catch their attention. Gunfire broke out, and he quickened his pace now that the loud sounds were covering him. He got to the top, a perfect view of the men's backs. They stopped shooting at whoever it had been who went up to distract them, and he aimed the AK.
These things wernt meant for accuracy, but this range was what they had been built for. The five or so yards were no contest, and Tyson took advantage. He started at the left, folding the trigger down in a display of fully automatic carnage. In a spray and pray fashion, he emptied the magazine, making sweeps back and forth. The men were peppered with 7.62 rounds, their armored vests not being much help when each of them caught ten or so shots.
They went down, and Tyson dropped the AK on the ground in favor of his Desert Eagle. He held it in both hands, moving slowly up the stairs and checking for anyone who had not been seen by either him or the others. So far, it looked like the group was right. Two hostiles.
Speaking of which, both laid on the ground. Dead. He let out a breath and slid his sidearm back into it's holster, holding the radio closer to his ear as he reported.
"Salem here. Hostiles eliminated. All clear. Get that tape going so we can get the f**k out of here." He said, but it seemed like someone had already gotten on it. Probably Emily. The stray signal played hell with his radio, but it wasnt something he was worried about. Instead of trying to call them again, he simply walked back downstairs, exchanged the AK-47 for his shotgun, and met up with the whole group.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 6, 2009 22:33:44 GMT -5
OOC: You misread the situation Mikey but at this point I don't give a crap. Lets wrap this up and move on with our character's lives already!
Claypoole waved Ludolf back
They got it handled, they got it handled. Stay here, we need to keep this room secure, not to mention I sure as hell ain't letting you go looking for a fight in a condition like that! First thing we're doing is get out of here, get that eye patched up, and get you combat ready again.
Before Ludolf could protest, the gunfire was starting up upstairs already. In a few moments it was all over, and Claypoole merely growled into his radio
Ludolf, watch the door. Someone upstairs flip the switch, lets fire this b*tch up and get the f**k out of here already Dragons!
Claypoole quickly stepped up to the control panel in front of the recording room, and took out the P.D.A the T.F.P had issued them to use. He had been given two for a reason. Claypoole opened up a panel in the bottom and wired the correct P.D.A up to the control panel, and then clicked play. He shut the panel and then locked the P.D.A up, and they heard a recorded message start to loop in the room, a feedback so that they could hear what was being said. The flip was switched and so now this was broadcasting on all frequencies in Raccoon city, bar selected secured military radio frequencies which were all being used by forces that already knew about the message and its contents
This is a broadcast on all radio frequencies in the Raccoon city and Arklay area. The United States Military has secured the Raccoon city subway and have now locked it down as a safe haven for UNINFECTED survivors to escape to and take residence in. We have medical assistance, food, shelter, and overwhelming firepower to make sure the Raccoon city subway remains secured. All subway terminal entrances have been secured and are now security checkpoints that may be used. All uninfected survivors please immediately evacuate to the Subway haven. This message is on loop.
Claypoole growled into his headset
REGROUP!
The team quickly got back together and they stepped out of the tower, and started to troop towards a PMCD helicopter which was starting to land outside the broadcast tower for them. As the team started to board, the helicopters crew chief held his hands out and yelled out to be heard over the roar of the helicopter rotors
SALEM! CLAYPOOLE! PHILLIPS! NEGATORY! HIGHER HIGHER SAYS YOU STAY HERE, WE HAVE AN ADDITIONAL CONTRACT YOU JUST GOT SIGNED UP FOR! THERES A T.F.P STRONGPOINT FOR YOU TO REPORT TO AND LOAD UP AT, YOUR GEARS THERE! THE REST OF THE DETAILS ARE IN YOUR P.D.A'S! NOT SURE BUT I THINK THEY MENTIONED YOU MIGHT HAVE A VEHICLE THERE TOO! GO GO GO!
The three of them exchanged looks as Bishop, Aya, and Ludolf boarded the aircraft, and the three of them gave congrats and farewells to the other three as the helicopter took off and flew away returning to the PMCD for follow up contracts
(Ludolf, Aya, and Bishop are now back at the PMCD Base area, free to do follow up contracts or go off on their own now)
(Claypoole, Phillips, and Tyson are now at Checkpoint Romeo gearing up and preparing to head to Stoneville)
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