Ahote Chua
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Snake In the Flowers
"Ringside seats To a ethnic Cleansing."
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Post by Ahote Chua on Feb 6, 2010 2:26:10 GMT -5
The speedy shooter Ducked behind the wall of the building as he reloaded. Leaving his partner Standing. Unleashing shells. The calmer one had hit one of the civs, brought him down, But the man got back up. He continued his burst firing as the other mans gun jammed. He cursed. As he threw his AK to the ground.
"Sir, Going loud with M249 SAW! Permission to use M855 Ball rounds! Tango's Going loud need covering fir... $%#@! I''m hit!!!!."
The man screamed as his shoulder Was pelted with shrapnel and as a bullet dug it self into it. His cursed more as his Partner helped him up.
"Boss, Tango's Are radioing, Permission to use a Jammer!,It'll cut our communication as well but we have the better ground!
There was radio silence as gunshots were herd. The Masked man then spoke up. "You've got your covering fire coming, Just hammer 'em With all you got two of my men are setting explosives now. Just stay calm and blind fire, Watch for birds. If you spot one Come in no use in you dieing up there, Just Guard the stairs. Set the jammer now. Good luck."[/b]
The two men set out deploying the jammer It was a dead weight of about 30 pounds on the calmer sniper. And his only equipment besides his Acog AK47 and a few Frags. He removed it and began to set it up as more shots came into their direction. The man who had been wounded Fed his M249 SAW 200-round box magazine. And began to fire Slowly but at even intervals, Nearly half way threw his clip the Calmer sniper Positioned him self Away from the first to a portion of the building that was missing a part of it and was closer to the TFP squad. He scouted them out and placed single fire shots ducking behind cover and switch positions every few seconds. Throwing off any snipers the group they were attacking had.
The men inside Cleared the building. Two set out to deploy explosives, Three Positioned them self Wisely in broken out windows on the second floor, And the other man went with the Masked man down to the first floor. The men Waited for 1 minute and as they heard the fire above them Dwindle. They opened fire. Adding three Blazing M249's to the now reloading one.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 6, 2010 2:55:34 GMT -5
1st fireteam leader, who was in charge of most of the men in the park, immediately upped his game as they started to receive heavy suppressive fire. He gestured to his riflemen and automatic riflemen to open fire, and all the men started to return fire. He waited until about 7 of the 12 man team were firing their weapons in short controlled bursts (Still mainly focusing on staying in cover), and counted to three. When he got to three, all of his men stood up and opened fire full force. With about 5 men firing nearly 800 to 900 6.8 SPC rounds a minute accurately, followed up by 2 men firing their Ultimax MK4's with a constant stream of suppressive fire with practically null-recoil, the volume of fire advantage of the SAW gunners was easily overturned, giving 1st fireteam leader his opening. He immediately moved up enough to aim, and then lob his M203 skillfully through one of the windows of the 2nd floor that was pouring so much ammunition into them. He ducked down again and started to reload, which was an unofficial signal for the men to duck down again and start to focus back on short controlled bursts. In Raccoon city shooting ammunition off all wild like that in heavy suppressive fire didn't give you a very high life expectancy. For sure, if they did that too much they'd run through their ammunition before the night was over.
Adam, Watson, and Middleton thankfully weren't plagued with the same issue. Middleton had another brief moment where he thanked the lord that the TFP put such a high premium on high quality NCOs, making even a TFP Corporal like a fireteam leader to him dependable on assignments pay grades above theirs in any other military force. He cursed under his breath as suddenly the connection with the TFP City wide Battle.net got glitchy, suggesting a jammer was in place. He slipped his PDA into its pouch, and changed from his Custom TFP ACR chambered in .50 Beowulf to his MGL-140, and peaked around the corner of the wall towards the people firing into the park. Hopefully Watson and Adam had his back, because he was more focused on the guys who were literally lighting up the park sky with all their 5.56x45 tracers. His boys had thankfully taken cover like he'd said, but they were pretty effectively pinned, and were taking more fire then they were giving, even though their fire round for round was definitely being more effective.
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Post by heeroyuy on Feb 6, 2010 19:55:05 GMT -5
"Dammit!" said Adam aloud as he stayed behind the cover of the brick wall. He wasn't used to this kind of combat where the enemy was shooting back. With the lickers and zombies that were limited to melee attacks, he could hold his own easily, but he had never had someone shoot at him before. Realizing that it would be useless for the time, he slid his sword back into its sheath. Leaving his shotgun on his back as well, he held his revolver with both hands and was just about to fire off some shots into the building, but he noticed a group of zombies that had been attracted to the noise of all the gunfire. He had to laugh a little bit but only to himself. Even when there were B.O.W.'s in the area, in his opinion the only real enemy in the city, people still decided that they'd rather fight against each other.
After seeing the zombies, the first thing that Adam did was give Watson, who was right next to him, a quick pat on the shoulder to get his attention. Once he did, he pointed to the approaching zombies and gave a thumbs up. "I've got them!" he said loudly over the sound of the gunfire. It was probably better to leave the main fight to the soldiers who really knew how to fight like this. Aiming with both hands, he fired off the remaining 5 shots in his revolver and three of the five zombies keeled over dead. Sliding the empty pistol back into its holster, Adam switched to his shotgun again and waited for the relatively slow-moving zombies to get closer. Staying on one knee behind the wall to brace himself, he took aim and fired the shotgun twice, taking down the remaining two zombies.
Throwing his back against the wall again, Adam sat for a moment before peeking up over the wall to look around before ducking back again. Looking down the side of the wall again and looking over at the building, an idea began to form in his mind. "Hey, got any grenades?" he asked Watson and over to the Seargent.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 7, 2010 1:25:06 GMT -5
Middleton only grunted in response to Adam as he stepped around the corner and into the park. He lifted the MGL-140 up, snapped the sights up to his eye, and aimed at the windows the M249 fire was flooding down from. He snapped a first, solid shot off, and it went clear through the middle ones window, and exploded midair... suggesting it hit something on the way through. Boom. He tried to do another snap shot and fire another round in the window to the left, before he lowered the MGL-140 and barked out to his men confident he'd stunned the machine gunners and gotten their heads down.
EVERYONE UP! EYES UP, YOU KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! IF THEY POP OUT, LIGHT THEM UP! M203, WEAPONS FREE! You men, 4 guys closest to the enemy! Start falling back! Leap frog it! Make your way towards us, and spread out! They can't keep suppressive fire on all of us if we're not clumped together! DMs! Your the last men out! Easy men, move quick but don't compromise your fields of fire!
Middleton took cover by the wall again and jacked another 2 40mm rounds into his MGL-140, waiting for something to flare up again. As far as he was concerned, an MGL-140 was a showstopper for anything short of a tank or god himself reaching down that flared up.
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Ahote Chua
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Snake In the Flowers
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Post by Ahote Chua on Feb 7, 2010 2:57:50 GMT -5
Only one man remained on the first floor, His Partners hand been Blow to Chunks in the rooms across from him. He panicked He flipped his radio on And screamed violently, Noticing that the Radio had been Cut. As a Shot From HE grenade Blasted the end of the building only a few yards away from where he stood. This sent him Flying into the Wall. With the air knocked out of him He Dropped his M249 SAW Noticing it's barrel had been damaged.
Reaching for his Secondary Weapon, Removed the Milkor MGL from his Back, loading the Weapon with Frag rounds. Made his way to the stairs. He ran up to the roof. And as he breached the top of the stairs he Saw the men on the roof pinned down there was So much lead in the Air, he cursed as he Lowed him self down and approached the Closest man. He looked injured. And was blind firing His saw over the edge. The Man made contact with other as he reloaded panic was in his eyes. And when he saw this knew his group was dead. They separated and repositioned them self The Man with the saw Blindly fired into the parks, hoping someone would be hit. But the man with the milkor. With his position still not known. Waited and Studied the Field below threw his sights.The enemy wouldn't have noticed him until he shot which gave him about four shots. With little aiming. He waited until the firing Got thick and Stood up. He saw men moving slowly one at at time across the Field. In a sweeping fashion his Flared out three shots before Ducking back Down. Sensing the need to duck After a bullet speed past his head.
The Masked man, along with his three other men(two connected up with him after placing C4 all around the walls of the building, And some motion sensitive Claymores near the entrance of the building.) The very same two were ordered to check up on the First floor crew and then on the Roof crew, Demolish the Jammer and Call in EVAC, The masked man and the Other SCARS personnel Set up a defense on the first floor. as the other two men split off and headed up the stairs.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 17, 2010 19:14:18 GMT -5
Middleton instinctively took cover as he thought he faintly heard a "Thump", thought he saw a bigger then normal round, and thought everything was suspicious enough together that he leaned back in time to not be staring into the explosion as it went off. As soon as he saw that one, and heard a second one, he popped out his PDA to check and see whether it was working again. He cursed under his breath as he stared down at the staticky screen, and poked his head back around the corner to check on his team. He saw that several men had to be carried away, while others tried to return fire as best as they could.
Suddenly Middleton heard a beep, and so he popped back around the corner and checked his PDA. For some reason it was working again, and better, no more grenades were going off. He saw that the drone coming their way was armed with thermobaric hellfires, and it would be here soon. Soon wasn't soon enough though with the enemy firing LMG's and grenade launchers into their ranks.
Come on... Come the f**king hell on... Come on.
Middletons ears twitched as he heard helicopter blades again.
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Post by kaigen on Feb 22, 2010 1:00:24 GMT -5
[Right, well, so enters Major O'Connel of the US Army Rangers. thegunny knows I've stepped in here. Glad to be RPing with you all. Here's to a damn good fire fight.]
Perhaps it was dumb luck that had guided O'Connel to the park in Racoon City, though, if that dumb luck or good luck was far from established yet, given that there were most definitely undead in the area and his armored humvee had managed to overheat, the radiator having blown out due to the many hours of near straight travel. Regardless, he was here, and there was little he could do about it by standing around like a fool. Abandoning the armored vehicle entirely, the Major gathered up his things, making sure the strap on his SCAR-H was rested well on his shoulder, popping the stock of the weapon into his shoulder and snapping the selector switch from safe to semi, ready for what-ever may have come his way. He scanned the surrounding area, spotting several shambling zombies in the distance, one of which had managed to spot the armored soldier and started making its way towards him, a low moan bording on a hiss warning the trained man of the slow but pursuing foe.
A brief smirk crossed his face as he tossed his weapon across his back, the safety switched back with a swift finger as he drew his K-Bar all in a single motion. Why waste ammo and noise on such a pitiful thing? There wasn't any reason, and the trained man was far from fearful of going hand-to-hand, even with the infected, body armor and thick nomex ACUs covered every inch of his body except for his face, making him safe from most bites. With quick steps he closed the distance, the infected reaching out with scratching claws and gnashing teeth, but the soldier was too quick, the man dodging left, making the infected shambler reel forward off balance. With a practiced hand, O'Connel grabbed the creature's left shoulder, bracing it while his right hand guided the deadly K-Bar through the poor beast's temple, twisting through the thin bone and damaged brain tissue, maximizing damage before tossing the now dead zombie to the side, pulling his knife clear as if it were merely routine, wiping the blood from his knife with a spare cloth he kept in his pocket, tossing the infected wipe away and sheathing his knife once more before advancing into the park yet again, rifle held at the low-ready with each step.
As he advanced further into the lightly wooded park, O'Connel managed to dodge and duck between undead, going entirely unnoticed along the way. Though, as he went deeper through the layout, the sound of automatic gunfire and explosions were easily heard. The automatic reflex to investigate overcame the man, causing him to quicken his step, switching his weapon to semi-automatic as he did so, closing the gap between himself and the upcoming killzone, glancing upwards at the sound of an incoming chopper, and the sight of a not too distant UAV armed and ready to bear. What was happening to create such a heavy presence of military force? It wasn't entirely uncommon though for "war" to break out, he knew that much, especially when Umbrella Corp was at war with the world's remaining governments. But who was fighting? That was the question. Doing well to keep his advance hidden until he would have managed to identify the two powers, O'Connel came closer, eying a not so distant building from which a storm of explosive fire and tracer rounds were being fired. With ease, his sight followed the tracers to what wa obviously the secondary force in the conflict.
It was difficult to discern who was who, especially from behind the large boulder that he had managed to take cover behind, the grey stone doing well to "camoflogue" him as he rested against it in his urban patterns, his rifle held low but ready to fire upon whichever force would have been deemed friendly. A careful eye scanned those who were at ground level, firing upon the building. Though in the odd light it was somewhat difficult to identify them, in the midst of tracer rounds and bright explosions, those closest who had managed to be injured had exposed their patches to the man who stood some fifty meters away and unseen thusfar. The patches were identified as TFP, a more difficultly recognized force, but one recognized regardless by the officer. While he had never worked directly with them, he had read more than a single report on the ops the group performed and even heard of their motley of different forces that made up their rag-tag group.
As much as knowing that single party's identity was enough to tell the Major who he was going to be helping in this scene. Turning his stance, he pressed his back against the boulder he was behind, minimizing exposure to both fire and sight, his aim leveled at one of the windows of the building across the way, a calm aim and a steady finger ready to deliver a swift death upon those who combated his unofficial allies. A quick gaze caught sight of a man who decided to play sniper from the second floor. Ignoring the blind fire of the overhead M249s, O'Connel slipped through a nearby opening in the stone wall that seperated him from the TFP forces, advancing further on what would have been their left flank, sticking close behind the wall and in cover. he quickly approach a fallen TFP operative, the man severely wounded and incapacitated. Doing well to keep himself ducked behind cover, O'Connel looked at the bleeding man, shrapnel having obviously littered through the man's body, the bulk of the man's gear damaged. A hopeful eye caught site of precisely what was looked for, a single M61 fragmentation grenade. Grabbing the explosive with a quick hand, O'Connel slipped it into one of the designated pockets on his LBV, glancing around the corner to make sure his path was clear.
Confident, O'Connel darted out from cover and straight ahead, closing the short distance of some thirty meters between himself and the furthest most point of stone wall that would defend him from the wild shots fired from the M249. Returning his rifle behind his back once more, the Major pulled the fragmentation grenade from his pocket, pushing out the safety and pulling the pin, cooking it for a quick second before he stepped out from behind the wall, jumping through a small blown out portion. Throwing the grenade with a strong arm, O'Connel managed a well aimed contact, the grenade bouncing into the blown out portion of the building with a loud ping ping ping before rolling slowly to a halt not to far from the man who had ducked down moments before. Ducking back behind the wall to protect himself from fire and explosion once more, O'Connel glanced back up at the sky, seeing the UAV continue to close its distance, the sight of some few missiles attatched putting his body into overdrive. No doubt, given its range and path of approach, that UAV was headed towards the building that he was standing not but a couple dozen meters away from, putting him dangerously close to what was likely the killzone.
"s***"
O'Connel huffed loudly before grunting as he shouldered his rifle once more, making a dead sprint for a nearby outcropping of decorative, but still solid boulders, as several blind fire 5.56mm rounds snapped off dangerously close to him. Giving a near comical "s*** s*** s*** s***!" as he ran, the man managed to dodge the bulk of the bullets as he came to the boulders, ducking behind with a near dive, grunting slightly as a single round hit his IBA in the lower portion of the plates, an area that corresponded to the back of his left ribcage. Thankfully though, the round itself was deflected "easily" by the combined efforts the ceramic plates and kevlar that made up his vest. Still, it hurt like a son of a b*tch, the force of the round, while distant, still enough to bruise the skin and muscle beneath the IBA. Settling properly behind the boulders, confident that he was protected from incoming bullet fire, he checked his weapon, hearing the last of the massive BOOM that heralded the end of the explosion offered from the M61 grenade he had tossed not three seconds ago. Glancing off to the side, he searched for a view of the TFP command, trying to get a grasp of the battlefield once again, looking to see who he would be trying to link up with after this scene from Hell was finally finished.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 22, 2010 21:09:19 GMT -5
As soon as the Major darted out towards one of the men towards the front that'd been taken down by the MGL-140 fire, one of the men towards the rear providing overwatch to the other men pulling back reported crisply into his radio as he observed the man's uniform
"Army grunt, front left!...."
"I see him... Uh. Whats he doing?"
They watched as the soldier darted away just as abruptly as he'd made his way up with something he'd grabbed by one of their downed men, and they were left to refocus back on the immediate threat; the building with that d**n vantage point. In a moment though through their NVG's and thermals they thought they saw something be tossed up into the building. It took a few seconds before they realized what'd been tossed up, and they let out a small half-hearted cheer as the unexpected frag grenade went off. When they saw the soldier starting to make his way towards them, one of the corporals out there made a signal for him to make his way over to them and pointed towards the statue with the rest of their DM's while the rest regrouped and tried to watch the building until they could get the thermobaric hellfire in to finish the enemy off, and focus on dealing with their casualties... and the expected zombie swarms that'd be on them at any moment.
Middleton'd probably be calling the hammer down big time at this point. They were in the s**ts now, and they were... or used to be... only a reinforced squad sized unit.
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Ahote Chua
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Snake In the Flowers
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Post by Ahote Chua on Feb 26, 2010 10:48:49 GMT -5
The two men on the bottom floor breached the door way. The park was squarely in front of them. They both ducked behind the wall of the park. and made their way around to a side. one of the two men, removed a mirror from his satchel. It and held it out around the corner. He noticed a few men. The masked man Tapped the man with the mirror on the shoulder The man fasted the mirror to his satchel again and readied his p90 for automatic fire. As the man readied him self The masked man Readied a Flash bang, As to disorient them.
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The roof shook violently, and as the men on the roof, were shocked by a skillful throw of a grenade obliterated their AK47 acog sniper. But they just reloaded and kept up their fire, The grenadier who was ready to put a full clip into the park and along the walls. A Chopper approached At a Fast speed, Obvious this was something more important than their current mission.
The reinforcements that were called in by the men on the roof were coming in on ground...this copter was their because they had made a mistake, this was the old water treatment facility... the new one hadn't been on the city blueprints seeing as it was built after the first outbreak.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 26, 2010 20:21:34 GMT -5
Middleton's fingers danced over the PDA's interface furiously, trying to manipulate the UAV as soon as possible and launch a thermobaric hellfire into the building and take out the jacka**es firing into the park at them. He paused for a moment as he saw the helicopter from before fly into feed the UAV was sending him before he kept working the UAVs controls. Make that two hellfires. A second after the helicopter flew into view the first hellfire was off, screeching down into the buildings 2nd floor. Middleton's shouted warning would have been drowned out if he hadn't screamed the warning into his mike. A split second into it at first, it seemed like all that had happened was a weak "puff", but finally a second into it, the "poof" became a giant explosion that expanded from inside the building outwards. The building seemed to implode on itself and collapse, the roof collapsing in on the destroyed 2nd floor, and then the 2nd floor collapsing in on the bottom floor. The buildings frame remained partially standing, and barely, but anything inside was surely more then "barely" dead.
A second later, another missile was launched, but this time at the helicopter. The hellfire missile went straight at the helicopter, which started to maneuver to evade, but was smacked to the ground as the hellfire swiping along its side exploded with enough concussive force to not only devastate the helicopter but knock it around enough to disorientate the pilots and prevent them from recovering from the near miss.
The explosion lit up the park sky, and the team in the park was silhoutted by the flaming helicopter crashing into the ground on the other side of the park. Half the squad had been wounded, and a couple had been KIA or knocked unconscious. Sergeant Middleton quickly started to bark out orders as some of the men focused more on the Army Soldier rather then the men in the park
F**k the Grunt, focus on getting out of the killzone! MOVE MOVE MOVE! SOLDIER! GRAB A CASUALTY AND MOVE!
Middleton signaled over at Watson and Adam to focus on the horizon and find a building outside the park for them to pull back to and lick their wounds real fast, before he focused back on the UAV feed to make sure no one emerged from the helicopter wreck, the destroyed old water treatment plant, or any of their flanks again.
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Post by kaigen on Feb 27, 2010 17:22:41 GMT -5
[Sorry for the post, I know its a bit lacking, but my muse managed to die out on me, so I had to force spawn some creativity.]
O'Connel caught sight, almost as immediately as the signal for his approach was given, watching the TFP operatives and giving a silent nod before turning on his heel, facing the soon to be destroyed building with a careful eye, careful to be well out of the field of fire when he'd move. Stepping out from behind the boulder, several 5.56mm rounds dug themselves violently in the ground around him, a calm, deadly look upon the grunt's face as he kept a low moving crouch, his ACOG leveled with the building's windows, snapping off a small three shot burst of 7.62mm through one of the windows, a small spary of blood visible from a distance, warning of an explosive impact of FMJ and skull. Turning once more, whipping his weapon on his back again, O'Connel glanced skyward whilst making his way to the fallen TFP operative he had borrowed a grenade from just moments before, a fast hussle about the grunt as he saw the incoming missiles from the overhead UAV.
He knew damn well what would happen at that point, the building and surrounding park walls would become a massive killzone. With his rifles slung across his back and ignoring the small hailr of gunfire from the overhead two story building, O'Connel picked up the casualty, holding the man over his shoulders in a fireman's carry to allow for speed and ease of movement. Without necessary order, and despite the barking warnings of the TFP, he began a flat out sprint towards the TFP soldiers and out of the killzone, holding the incapacitated man on his shoulders with a deathgrip so as to prevent them both from falling.
As the explosive missiles hit the building, a great concussive force and intense heat bit at his back, even as he ran, making the encombered man move even faster, only to look up when the sound of a third explosion hit his eardrums, watching mid sprint as the helicopter came careening towards the ground, and dangerously close to his path of movement. The schock of the impact against the ground shook O'Connel as he ran, a quick jump here and there preventing contact of both he and the burning shrapnel flung from the burning helicopter that had crashed mere feet from him. He watched it carefully in passing, making sure no others would pop out from the wreckage to fire on either he or the TFP, but it seemed there was total lack of life, an obvious result of such a deadly attack as one issued from the UAV.
Without further restraint, he cleared the rest of the way, finally linking up with the obviously battered TFP squad, or what remained of it, the man on his back proving to become somewhat of a weight. Giving something akin to a smirk, he nodded at the remnants of the squad before coming to Middleton's position. Yet, as quickly as that smirk came, it vanished, a look of wide eyed surprise on the Major's face as something appeared in the not too far distance behind Middleton. Releasing the wounded man's hand, allowing the casualty to balance atop his shoulders, O'Connel reached for the pistol at his hip, whipping the weapon out with a surprising speed for someone who carried a man in full combat gear atop his shoulders. Without warning, he immediately opened fire with the M9, launching somewhere between four to seven rounds past Middleton and into a shambler that had managed to draw itself far too close to the casualties and Middleton himself. Several of the rounds collided center mass, making for no true effect aside from a slight slowness in advance, all until the final two managed to be adjusted with O'Connel's freehand, the 9mm rounds lodging themselves into the zombie's skull, making for a bloody aftermath and a new addition to the countless dead caused by the T-Virus.
Weapon drawn, O'Connel ducked away, running past Middleton and following the others that had managed to slip away from the burning killzone and slowly encroaching mass of shamblers that came from nearby areas. He turned his head slightly in passing, watching to see the face of the man who was leading the scenario at hand and noticing those Sergeant Stripes he wore, a small smirk passing back onto O'Connel's face as he gave the enlisted a quick word.
"Better hurry the hell up Sergeant, s***'s getting hard and heavy here!"
In the blink of an eye though, O'Connel was well past and on the heels of those he was more than positive he was intended to follow, halfway hoping they'd find some secure point or building in the very present future. Powerful build or not, a man on your shoulders got heavy after a while, especially when you ran, and that was becoming a slowly realized truth for the Major as he followed the direction in which Watsom and Adam were being ordered to, tailing the TFP operative's heels with surprising speed, despite the encombersome body mass that rested on his shoulders.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 28, 2010 18:07:00 GMT -5
Middleton was still riveted to his PDA trying to get a big picture of the situation with the UAV while Watson and Adam eyeballed the street outside the park when the Major showed up. When the new man outside of his team showed up, his eyes went straight to the soldiers gold clover on his uniform and then straight back to his PDA. Middleton multi-tasked between switching from the UAV screen to a screen where he could put out a situation review request with a 5 star priority attached so that he could make it clear to command they needed to address his squads situation NOW, while he growled half-attentive to the Major
We are, we are! Just keep moving!
As soon as Middleton finished putting out the situation review request to higher higher he pocketed his PDA knowing that any further communications would be through his radio, and then darted back to help the farthest back operative deal with activating one operatives homing dogtags and a casualty. While casualty protocols called for them to salvage as much of the operatives expensive gear as possible, in this s**t storm, they weren't going to bother with tha. Let the follow up patrols deal with that, but they'd still need the beacon up. Between the two of them they were able to deal with the KIAs beacon and get the casualty out of there at the same time.
Watson meanwhile focused on dealing with where the hell they were going to go. Down the street he saw a building with lots of windows for firing into the horde and plenty of visibility, but that was probably an apartment complex and wouldn't be very fun to hole up in. A whole handful of zombies were already trooping out of its front door. Not to mention they had to count on people trying to fire into the windows and throwing grenades in now, too. He glanced right, and saw their best bet; looked like a skateboard shop with either a warehouse or workshop up top. Either way, it was most likely to have few people in there and they could fit into it easy. Watson signaled for Adam to follow him and then he started moving from the wall across the street, expecting Adam to watch his six while he dealt with any zombies that got in the way. Using his shotgun he was able to clear a way through the vanguard of the horde, but Adam and several other men behind him had to open fire to make sure they still had a corridor across the street from the park through the growingly more dense horde.
Luckily for the team, the door to the skateboard shop had already been opened, nullifying the need for them to breach. Watson paused a moment to jack some extra shells into his shotgun before he charged right in through the fatal funnel with the rest of his team, and scanned the room with the barrel of his shotgun. Was clear. Any zombies that had been in the front room had already moved out into the street, and were dead. Watson made his way through the frontrooms displays and vaulted over the counter, making his way over to the door leading into the shops backrooms and a stairwell to watch for surprises.
A few seconds after 1/3 of the squad had gotten into the shop and were starting to focus on holding the horde off a message came over the battle.net and reported that command was sending the gunship that had passed over the park a few minutes ago back their way, along with a supply drop and ordering a follow up sweep of the area to check for the mercs, investigate the crash, check for the survivors they had left behind, and the KIAs that had to be left behind. That was all still at least a couple minutes away though. They had dozens of zombies to hold off still until then, and right now the Major, Adam, and only a couple other operatives in the front of the shop were really fully ready to do some damage. The walking wounded would be needed for sure, ASAP, or cannablize the squads gear/ammo so the guys who were ready could keep putting out as much firepower as possible.
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Post by heeroyuy on Feb 28, 2010 22:19:39 GMT -5
Adam had gone into a kind of automatic pilot for most of the firefight, probably because due to all of the noise and motion and explosions, he was in a bit of a daze. When he snapped back to reality when the Seargent yelled at him and Watson to find a building to recouperate in, he realized that he probably wouldn't remember much of what had happened in the past few minutes with much detail.
As Watson spotted the skateboard shop and made his move, Adam took a position to cover him. With only his 6-shot revolver and a close range shotgun though, he didn't have the range to cover him the whole way. "Dammit!" he cursed to himself at a volume that wouldn't be heard over the noise of the fire fight and he dropped the shotgun. Looking around quickly, he spotted one of the squad's members that had unfortunately been killed in action. Lying near him was an M16A4 rifle. He didn't much like taking from the dead, but that guy wouldn't be needing that rifle anytime soon.
Running as fast as he could over to the body while still staying as low as he could, he grabbed the rifle and the single spare magazine on the man's vest. With a half-full mag already in the weapon, he hurried back to where he had been before and shouldered the rifle, taking out three zombies from a decent range with a series of 3-round bursts. It didn't have the recoil of the shotgun and he was able to keep it in line much easier. Never the less, it would be foolish to leave the shotgun. Stopping his shooting for a moment, he slipped his arm through the shotgun's sling and moved the shotgun around to his back where it wouldn't get in the way.
As soon as Watson was most of the way to the shop, Adam jumped up out of cover and went with a few other men over toward the shop. Meeting up with Watson outside of the store, he kept the M16A4 aimed toward the door and followed directly behind Watson as they entered the shop. Following him into the back rooms, he found a staircase that no doubt lead up to the second floor. For a moment, he forgot that he hadto act under the orders of his superiors and decided to act on his own. "I'll check the upstairs," he said loudly enough to be heard and he moved over toward the staircase, the rifle still shouldered and aimed up the stairs in case he saw anything unfriendly. As soon as he saw that it was clear, he began to move up the staircase, scanning the single large room above it as soon as he could. It seemed to be some sort of workshop. "Clear!" he shouted back down the stairs to the rest of the squad. He then moved over toward one of the large windows that covered the room in a dull light but left certain areas in shadows. Looking out the window, he realized that he had an excellent view of the street, a good portion of the park, and some of the now collapsed water treatment plant. "Hey, check this out!" he shouted over his shoulder. "There's an awesome vantage point up here for anyone who can shoot something a good distance away."
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Post by kaigen on Mar 3, 2010 23:48:17 GMT -5
O'Connel ran to and fro, dodging shambler after shambler, doing his damndest to keep the casualty atop his shoulders during his prolonged sprint. The trained man was beginning to show some sign of tire though, the weight of the man's body atop his shoulders, plus his gear, and the long run making a more than difficult situation as is, but to add the encroaching horde of undead just seemed entirely unnecessary. Though, you never heard the Major gripe or moan, just saw a face determined to make it to whatever location they hoped to reach so that he could drop his package and get back to what he did best, killing. Doing well to tail Adam and Watson, O'Connel kept hismelf within the pack of TFP soldiers, shielding himself from the horde, after all, he could only fire his pistol at this point, and even then he'd be lucky to pull off a body shot at this pace with a body on his back. Instead, he focused solely on keeping with the bulk of what remained of the TFP squad, following Adam through the doors of the skateshop and to the second floor as he heard the call of "Clear".
Rushing up the stairs and past some of the slower TFP, O'Connel pushed through and found a far wall away from windows. Unloading thw eight from his shoulders safely against the wall, O'Connel pulled his SCAR-H from his back and shouldered the rifle properly. Barking loudly with something remotely recognizeable as "Hell yeah!", O'Connel zipped past several of the still ascending TFP operatives and down to the main floor of the shop itself, a seemingly permanent scowl pasted on his face as he rose his rifle dead on to the shop's door. With a wave of his left hand and a low roar O'Connel ordered everyone coming through the doors, "Get the hell inside!" Watching as the last few men and stragglers made their way through, O'Connel ignored the sergeant for the moment and flipped the selector switch to automatic, more for the stopping power than actual accuracy. Priority was closing that damn door, and that would be damn hard with the shuffling undead trying to force their way through. Gritting his teeth with a distinct hate, the Major opened fire, the first twenty 7.62mm rounds flying past the barrel and punching dead on into the conveniently funneled oncoming horde, pushing the mass back and killing several with a few wonderous rounds either leaving a gaping hole in the head or cracking through bone and damaging the spinal cords in their backs. All in all, it was a beautiful mess. The sounds of the powerful rounds in such close quarters was defeaning, but the grunt dropped the empty magazine and loaded a second one, punching several rounds more through the horde until the doorwat was, albeit debatably, clear. With a rushing hand and the aid of a TFP soldier or two, he forced the door closed, kicking aside dead bodies and severed limbs as the door managed to shut itself before the next wave matched against the steel door.
A quick eye and hands worked in sync, O'Connel finding the locks at both the top and bottom of the door, along with the lock that sat comfortably at the doorknob, locking each one and backing away quietly, exhaling slowly and, surprisingly, calmly before turning his back on the door itself and making his way back up stairs after barking a quick word at what few soldiers were downstairs to get the hell back up stairs and away from the door. Distance was there friend when it came to the infected, and like hell he wanted anyone by that door. The less the undead saw the better, and the fewer men who stood beside a door with hungry zombies on the other side the better still.
"Sergeant!? Where the hell are you?"
It was perhaps a retorical question, the shop wasn't too large, even with the second floor, the stairs of which he had already begun ascending and his gaze falling upon the Sergeant himself. O'Connel wasn't so much angry as he was flustered, he couldn't stand being cornered, especially in a situation like this, instinct always told him to kill, to mercilessly hunt the infected until none of them remained. Perhaps that drive is what had made him so successful in the past, but even still, he knew when to fight and when to flee, now was definitely the time to flee. And boy did he pray that the Sergeant had some good news, after all, the man was flipping back and forth with that damn PDA, maybe he got some kind of good news from it. Checking his weapon and switching it reflexively back to safety, O'Connel closed the final path between himself and Middleton, ascending the final stairs and pulling on the straw of his camelback with his teeth, snagging a quick swig of water before speaking again.
"I hope you got some good news on that little bit of your's Sergeant. So, who the hell are you guys? Its obvious yer TFP, but who're you with directly, and what the hell were you doing in a park filled with hostiles, both bio and undead? Out for a little hunting trip?"
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Ahote Chua
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Post by Ahote Chua on Mar 4, 2010 21:56:22 GMT -5
Theromobaric explosive shot it self from the UAV and The flash of the Propulsion system caught the masked mans eye, He Grabbed his lead man, Throwing the flash bang to the side. And pushed past him, Ducking back as to use his body as a shield, The lead man screamed as the explosion Erupted in front of him sending a wave of massive heat and debris his way, The concussion alone nearly stopped his heart. The Lead man was throw into the masked one and like a wreaking ball they were thrown into a neighboring building Smashing into the wall, The flash bang being lifted from the explosion was carried into the air. And Exploded mid flight. Some thirty feet in the air above the wall of the park. The Old water treatment plant was obliterated, a second missile went off Striking the Evac copter, Slamming it and its pilots into the park below
The Masked man stood slowly, His mask had been melted partially and thus it was useless, He ripped it from his face with a morbid look, his lead man was now fried, Nearly cooked alive from the explosion But he Only sighed as he raised his glock to the mans head and pulled the trigger. Expelling a bullet into his head. The no longer masked man removed his Ski Mask, Reveling Long blonde hair, and Sky blue eyes. his face was chiseled as if hardened by war for all his life, like death was just a thing to him. He rose as a commotion from the park trailed off into a neighboring building, He looked around a corner as he spotted men being dragged into a Shop. And as it looked like it a man he spotted before all this happened, The one he spotted as they flew over the men in the park. He quickly ducked behind the wall and cursed to him self slowly undead were moving in from all directions, he couldn't even get away if he wanted, And fighting that force by him self he had no choice, He had to surrender.
With a solemn cough he picked his melted mask off the ground and reloaded his pistol and began to sneak up to the shop. Keeping his movements insectly and stiff, He kept his eyes on the sky, a faint flapping in the distance...crows were gathering...to fest on the dead. the explosion alarmed them. He had to act fast.
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