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Docks
Feb 1, 2009 10:30:13 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Feb 1, 2009 10:30:13 GMT -5
OOC: Double posting to spice things up a bit... figured I'd throw in a second character to be an antagonist
Etzel Fleischer reholstered his SIG P229 in its drop down leg holster after finishing off the last zombie that had been roaming at the top of the high-rising clock tower, and then set down the duffel bag he had been carrying with him. He had been able to catch wind of the terrorist attacks long before they happened, and had been preparing since. His safe-houses in Raccoon city had quadrupled in anticipation, all of them locked up tight to the point that even a licker wouldn't be able to loot them. Some of them had Umbrella sentry guns and laser technology installed; he had the data to do it, not to mention the cash.
He started to dig in the duffel bag and reassemble his Brugger & Thomet APR 338 Advanced Precision Rifle, taking a while since he was a pistol-toting gun-slinger, not a sniper or rifleman. He hadn't used rifles primarily other then his HK53A3 since he was in the marine corp years ago.... Fleischer finished assembling his silenced APR 338 precision rifle and popped out the bipod, steadying his rifle as he aimed down away from it and into the storage facility at the flame-colored van, and started to find a target. He lined up the crosshairs with one of them that was outside of the van that apparently wasn't the one he wanted alive...
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Docks
Feb 1, 2009 15:41:25 GMT -5
Post by The Pirate Girl on Feb 1, 2009 15:41:25 GMT -5
Mirian could only sit in silence as a new argument bnroke out. This time Between Sara and Terry. Though not totally unfounded Sara was being exceptionaly harsh, or atleast Mirian thought so. She turned her ehad away from both of them to look out the back of the van. She was loking for something to distract her from everything that was going on, anything would do. And thats when she realised she was needlesly totting around extra weight. With a grunt she pulled her pack onto her lap and opened it up. She pulled several large text books from inside and placed them beside her on floor.
Mirian pretended not to listen as Sara seemed to become more and more agravated, and instead opened the door of the van and placed the old books on the ground outside. She then took a one of the protien bars from her pack and opened it up. It was supposed to be chocolate flavored, and though it was one of the only things she had had to eat in a while she still wished it tasted better. Moments later the protienbar was finished and Mirian looked to mikey. "Is there anything i can help carry... My pack is pretty much empty now." She thought back to the few items she had left in it. A note book, a few pens, some clothing, and her meager food rations. That and her ever important new found gun. Before Mickey could anwser she pulled the gun from her pack and placed it in the van.
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Docks
Feb 4, 2009 16:41:15 GMT -5
Post by Colonel Mystery on Feb 4, 2009 16:41:15 GMT -5
The large, white yacht pulled into the docks and came to halt. Soon, some of the commandos on board jumped out of the opend door and moored it to the dock before extending a gangplank for the passengers to exit.
The then unholstered their weapons, all SMGs and searched the area. They came across some civilians and one of the guards walked up to her, "Ma'am. We are going to have to ask you to leave the immediate area. We are sorry for any inconvenience."
The guards then stood still, waiting for the woman to move, while inside, Jonathan stood up from the chair behind the mohogany desk and smiled as he kissed Ariana on the cheek, "We are here. I have so business to attend to here...a score to settle. Remain here with Alex. Tell Jason that he is welcom to join me."
Jonathan then walked out of the room and downt he hallway where the doorway to the outside was located. He walked through it and had a look around as he placed his black sunglasses on his face and popped his neck. After taking in the scenery, he went ashore and stood with three of his best guards waiting on Jason.
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Docks
Feb 4, 2009 17:54:21 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Feb 4, 2009 17:54:21 GMT -5
OOC: Ignoring the commandos in the docks since me, Mikey, Mirian, and Risingstar aren't in the docks but in a facility in the vicinity that is locked up and keeping you out...
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Docks
Feb 5, 2009 0:30:02 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 5, 2009 0:30:02 GMT -5
Mikey took another drag off his cigarette before he looked at Mirian. "Naw, you dont need to carry anything. Most of it is going to stay here in the van anyway." Mikey said, tossing the cigarette butt away and leaning backward. As he did, he heard the loud crack of a rifle and saw a small crack appear in the concrete.
"Oh fu*!" He snapped, swinging his legs into the van and looking back to Terry. "Hey, someones shooting at us! Get us out of here!" He yelled, in time to hear another shot thump into the side of the van.
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Docks
Feb 5, 2009 12:17:50 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Feb 5, 2009 12:17:50 GMT -5
Alex shifted as she laid soundly on the sofa. She had slept for most of the trip to Raccoon City, and when she didn't she still laid down on the sofa. She really hadn't moved all to much during their trip. Her last attack had drained her quite a bit, and she was still feeling the affects of it. She yawned as she looked up at Jonathan as he exited the boat. She smiled a bit before she nuzzled her head into the sofa's pillow. She closed her eyes and it didn't take to much longer before she had drifted to sleep.
Though unlike the other times her sleep was rather restless, and twisted. She tossed and turned on the sofa as her mind screamed in pain. She coughed out a bit as she rolled to her side, and fell deeper into her sleep. Her mind screaming as it ran threw a new set of pain that she couldn't comprehend. Of course she killed her husband and child, but now in her hellish dreams she was forced to relieve them. She had never truly been right after those incidents.
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Docks
Feb 5, 2009 13:51:50 GMT -5
Post by The Pirate Girl on Feb 5, 2009 13:51:50 GMT -5
Mirian fell back in the van as Mikey got back in. She had just heard the crack, and though it had scared her, she had not interpretted it as a gunshot until Mickey said other wise. A new sense of fear ran through her as she looked around in confusion. In all thbis going on why would anyone shoot at living people. Maybe they didnt know that the people in the van were alive. "Why are they shooting at us... were alive..." Her voice was slightly cracked as her eyes teared up again. It was amazing how many things could go wrong in such a short period of time. Mirian grabbed for her gun, holding it close like it was her most cherished possesion. "We need to get out of here"
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Docks
Feb 5, 2009 15:11:13 GMT -5
Post by Colonel Mystery on Feb 5, 2009 15:11:13 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry - edited
Jonathan grew sick of waiting on Jason and walked onward toward the gate to the docks. He stopped as he was parallel to some warehouses and looked to his left to look at them. He lowered his sunglasses for a moment before seeing his guards setting up a perimeter around the entire docks. He then shook his head and put his sunglasses back on before continuing to the gate.
The men then armed their weapons and took their posts. Jonathan stopped in his tracks looking back at the yacht, "No Jason? Then I will do this alone - I am fully capable of killing this target, Jason would only be injured anyway."
Jonathan then looked around the tops of the buildings for a sniper's nest, as he was smarter than his guards. No threats could be seen, so he continued onward. The guards, cautious as always, walked around slowly searching for anything that could be percieved as a threat.
Jonathan laughed and walked out of the gate to the docks. He had to find his cache of weapons that he had stored in the RPD.
(Jonathan is now in the Uptown Streets)
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Docks
Feb 5, 2009 17:48:45 GMT -5
Post by thegunny on Feb 5, 2009 17:48:45 GMT -5
OOC: the commando's didn't shoot, Etzel Fleischer did... from the church tower with a suppressed sniper rifle. Thats what Mikey was talking about
Mikey had moved out of his crosshairs just a second off. It had wizzed right over his head... he'd barely survived taht
Etzel worked the bolt again after he fired the 2nd round he had loaded, a bullet with an advanced G.P.S tracing core inside, and reaimed. He fired again, firing the third tracer and hitting the trailer. He continued to work the bolt, firing again and again until the magazine ran out. He growled under his breath as he ducked down behind the edge of the clocktower and hid, his suppressed sniper rifle making sure he had not been detected. He had missed the first shot which was meant to kill one of the civilians to put the fear of god into them. He had missed... but he now at least got the other thing done, and had the tracers implanted. He'd be able to find them now when ever they were near their vehicles, which he imagined they would be. Etzel packed up and quickly left the clock tower, heading back to his safe house and monitor where the civilians went. He'd get what he wanted from them soon enough.
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Docks
Feb 8, 2009 22:14:47 GMT -5
Post by Colonel Mystery on Feb 8, 2009 22:14:47 GMT -5
(Jonathan, Anna, Arc and Snake? Enter)
Jonathan walked through the gates and immediately was greeted with a quick salute from the sergeant who looked over at Anna, "Ma'am, we are going to have to confiscate any weapons that you have on your person. We will return them to you once you leave."
Jonathan then looked over at Anna, waiting so that they could board the yacht and get on to business.
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Docks
Feb 8, 2009 22:55:08 GMT -5
Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2009 22:55:08 GMT -5
Anna looked at the Sergeant sternly and made a short pause of movement. She then reached for her Colt .45 and handed it to him. She then grabbed her shotgun off her back, handed it to him as well, along with her iron pipe and combat knife. She patted herself down and then looked back up at the man.
"That's it. Well except for the vial, but that's not leaving me until I see the goods delivered," she told the man, then looked over at Johnathan.
"Okay, Price, where to next?"
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Docks
Feb 8, 2009 23:14:22 GMT -5
Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 8, 2009 23:14:22 GMT -5
Arc had got onto the Docks, and then saw the gate from a distance. As Anna and the man passed through, they were forced to give up there guns. This was a bold move on both their parts, but he did know that Anna would be fine hand to hand. Arc had to think of a way to get on board without getting through that gate, and this would be a challenge. There did look to be many people on board, so getting on might be easier, as he wouldnt have to be worries about being seen by anyone accept the man himself. He hid himself inside an old broken down boat house not far from the back end of the Yatcht, he was in the clear from this angle, he just needed a good moment before making any moves.
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Docks
Feb 8, 2009 23:22:09 GMT -5
Post by Colonel Mystery on Feb 8, 2009 23:22:09 GMT -5
Jonathan then pointed to the large, white yacht docked directly in front of them with commandos patroling the decks, "There. It's my home really...away from home. I keep my work there, and that is where we will find the serum."
Jonathan then pulled the sergeant to the side and whispered to him, "We may have been followed, notify your men to be on level 5 alert status, shoot to kill."
The segeant nodded and proceeded to get onto his radio and notify the commandoes of the new orders and Jonathan motioned for Anna to follow, "Shall we?"
(Now we wait for my good friend Mikey to post as he has a great idea.)
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Docks
Feb 9, 2009 1:52:09 GMT -5
Post by Misty on Feb 9, 2009 1:52:09 GMT -5
(I'm just gonna throw this in here since i told Mystery i was going to post like 4 days ago... sorry ) Ariana sat on the couch with Alex and smiled as Alex placed her head in Ariana's lap. She just hoped that Alex's seizures would remain under control until Jonathan returned. Ariana would need his help to hold her down so she could give her a shot to calm them.
Ariana looked around the room and tried to find Jason but she didn't see him in the rooms nearby. She had an idea of where he could be, but she just shook her head and looked back down at Alex as she shifted herself to face Ariana. Ariana smiled as she ran a few fingers through Alex's hair and waited for Jonathan to return.
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Docks
Feb 9, 2009 5:23:11 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Feb 9, 2009 5:23:11 GMT -5
Mikey was still laying in the back of the van, his heart beating a mile a minute. By now, he had figured that from the way the bullet had hit, it was aimed for his tempel. Who in the fu*k was trying to kill living people in a situation like this? It was something he couldnt fathom. They didnt look anything like those monsters.
He slowly layed down, trying to calm his breathing and get his heart rate under control, but it wasnt working. He knew for a fact that an adrenaline rush didnt last for this long. Not a normal one anyway. It had to be the virus. He'd seen what it did to people in the long run, in all those years of hiding out in the middle of nowhere with his father and a few others. The guy whohad been bitten had felt fine. He'd become stonger, faster, and more energetic for three days before he finally turned in his sleep. Deep down, Mikey knew that was going to happen to him, and he knew there wasnt a cure. He could only hope the others got out and he was on his own when it happened.
Subconciously rubbing his bandaged arm, the wound that was a cut from some broken glass as far as the others knew, he yelled up at Terry. "Hey, where are we going?"
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Jason sat in the very comfortable leather office chair on the yacht, in Jonathon's office, reading confidential files. The safe had been easy enough to crack with a little party favor given to im by a technical whiz he saw for that sort of thing. Inside, he had found a Beretta 92FS pistol, again loaded with the nickel rounds as Jonathons other gun. Jason slipped the safety on and tucked it in the back of his wasit band. An ace in the hole was always good, especially one that Jonathon didnt know about.
The files had been run of the mill. At least, as run of the mill as top secret US government files could be. It wasnt until he reached the last folder, which contained what seemed like plans. Leave it to Jonathon to draw a plan for anything. What the plan was for intreiged Jason. A plan that had been executed, to much success. A plan that involved the slaughter of five pesudo CIA agents, in reality cronies of Jonathon. One in which he betrayed the one man who had stayed loyal to him through thick and thin, for a reason unlisted.
Jason calmly put the folder back in the stack, and put them all back in the safe. He couldnt say he was surprised, but he had began to think that Jonathon had been telling the truth. That he had run off in the thick of things four years ago to slip under the radar and take care of his daughter. But the CIA agents, who Jason had already known were fake, wernt agents of Jonathons company. They were, as the ones here were, agents of Jonathon himself. His mind wandered to what he could do as a form of revenge, and an idea came. Jonathon wasnt a man who feared death. Wasnt a man who feared anything. Killing him wouldnt scare the man, and it wouldnt be satisfying. Not yet, at least...
The door creaked open and one of the commandos who had stayed on the ship looked inside. "Hey, what are you..." The man had started to say, cut off by the .460 Rowland bullet that escaped the silenced pistol that had been sitting on the desk. The man shook as he fell to the ground, his brain stem being snapped in two by the perfectly placed round. He made no noise, he made no actions, he simply fell.
Jason stood up in time to see another round the corner. He yelled to his comrades on the boat, and raised his weapon. Jason fired another round, hitting this one in the chest. His body armor did nothing to the magnum powered, armor peircing round. A follow up shot knocked the man to the ground. In two clean double taps, he put four more rounds into a human body. He waited for the next man to round the corner, but he didnt. Jason couldnt help but think he was smart and walked foreward. The man's gun rounded the corner, and lead sprayed the wall behind Jason. The man peaked behind the corner and was rewarded with a shot in the face from the suit clad assassin.
Jason stood, straightened his shirt, slipped a new magazine into his Hardballer, and walked through the halls until he found who he was looking for. He looked down on Ariana and Alex, his gun hidden behind his back, and let out a small smile.
"Lets take a walk." He said simply, knowing they had heard the automatic fire from the guard's weapon.
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