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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 20, 2008 1:11:36 GMT -5
The Berlin PD is divided into three areas to cover the whole city, but all of these precincts report to this two story building. It's mostly offices and garages for storing vehicles, paperwork, ammunition and zombies. Scratch that last one actually.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 17, 2011 18:51:16 GMT -5
Ivan stepped out onto the busy street watching the traffic go by as if nothing was going on in the world. Their ignorance sickened him. He spit on the ground before walking out. Today was going to be the day he went through with his attack. The streets of Berlin were unaware of what was going to happen. Ivan made a quick phone call and waited an hour. His phone rang and a simple "Da." was said on his end.
His men were in place and he walked out to the center of town, the police station at his back and the hospital withing his sight. His men were all in place and he was ready. He raised his right thumb to his neck and motioned a slitting of the throat motion. The large explosion behind him and from the hospital let him know that the attack was on. One move labeled you a terrorist. His men rushed out onto the street and killed anyone within sight leaving only two people alive which he told them to continue on as he talked to them.
"Tell them I did this." He said simply as he took his tomahawk off of his belt and grabbed the man of the couple by the neck and lifting him in the air to look him in the eyes. With a quick and powerful swing of the tomahawk he stabbed the blade end into the side of the man's head killing him instantly. He dropped the body, face still wearing the face of fear he had before Ivan killed him, and spit upon the body's forehead.
His squad of five approached his and handed him his AK-47. His phone rang and he answered. Just a few orders from an unknown source. More like a reminder than orders. Ivan was in a mutual agreement with the man, hoping to help each other out. Ivan wanted a small army to control any area he wished and his partner wanted to create and experiment. They were headed for the station of the three that held the criminals. That will be their first batch of patients. He would take them into the underground laboratory where the doctor would work on them. Only five prisoners, and if they think they are escaping it will make escorting them to the destination.
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Post by Winters on Aug 17, 2011 20:07:09 GMT -5
"Cell block sixteen where the targets are being held is under complete lockdown, all but the east wing passage. Ive taken care of the security there, you and your men should have fairly safe entrance. But please, no more explosions, I dont wasnt this building to collapse... While im still inside, anyways." The doctor hung up the cellphone, slipping it back into his pocket. He took the time to already get himself on the inside, track down the prisoners before hand. The guard uniform had him blend in perfectly, and with his German being his native language, things were even easier. They wont suspect a thing. Breaking into a police station? Not even the most stupid terrorist would waste there time, but the fact was, Ivan and his men werent anywheres near your average terrorist.
He had been the only guard on this cellblock at the moment, with the majority of police investigating the ruckus outside the station. Sitting in the cellblock, The Doctor held onto his shotgun, staring down one of the men behind the bars. His arm had been missing, probably from a previous accident. They made eye contact for what seemed like forever, trying to judge eachother as hard as possible. But there staring contest didnt last too long, as a few gunshots could be heard inside the main lobby of the building now. Within seconds, the alarms sounded, and The Doctor had spoken to the prisoner in front of him. "I have a feeling you and I could get along. I could give you your freedom, and you could give your other arm! Do we have a deal?" The man on the other side backed away quickly, deathly scared by the smile on the doctors face.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 17, 2011 20:27:07 GMT -5
Ivan had made his way into the station, only half using his AK-47 where the rest of the group was using them as much as possible. Ivan had walked right in the front door and was confronted by an officer who was manning the front door.
"Hey! Put down the.." was all the guard got out as Ivan grabbed the man by the side of his head and slammed the other side into the wall next to them. The head made a sick squishing noise under Ivan's strength as he let out a few shots at some of the other guards behind the desk. The Russian made his way that he was instructed by the Doctor.
Any doors that were locked, gave way under Ivan's powerful kicks. Four of the men stayed in the lobby as one followed Ivan. A quick instruction told one to get the van ready for transportation. The smallest of the four ran to the front to grab the van. He was faster and a better driver than most of the men there so it was his job.
The door to the cell area was locked but only for a few seconds before Ivan kicked it off it's hinges. "Good to see you Doctor" said the large Russian man, in his heavily accented English. "Doctor, how can we break these men out if you scare them all to death?" Headded the question as he grabbed each metal barred cell door and pulled them from their frame, freeing the prisoners.
He made his way with the prisoners to the lobby."Now we leave!" he shouted to the three men and the prisoners as they headed to the van, the three with guns not turning their backs and laying down almost constant cover fire. Soon it was time to make these men what they wanted them to be.
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Post by Winters on Aug 17, 2011 21:31:52 GMT -5
Seeing the man back up inside the cell, along with the other four prisoners getting as far away from the bars as possible, The Doctor clapped his hands together several times and laughed. "Ahhhhahaha, ohhh my, im only kidding fellas! I make a promise to you all, one that im sure to keep. What I plan to take from you shall all be returned, once im done with it..." Pulling out a bonesaw from the bag on his side, Splain rattled it against the bars, over and over again, keeping the men inside quiet. It wasnt like them, these hard criminals, to just soak up all of the fear like this. But The Doctor was something of a legend in Germany, Berlin to be more specific, and the ones inside knew exactly who he was and what he intended to do to them.
Before anymore fear could be planted, the door to the cell block opened up, and the tall Russian stood before him. "How vunderbah..!" Looking at Ivan when he spoke, Splain just stay quiet as he bent the bars. Such marvelous strength being put to use, it was something of a godly power. As each of the men left the cell, he took note of their cooperation, putting away the bonesaw and than picking up his shotgun from the bench. The Doctor had stayed behind, and as the other guards finally noticed the cell block breach, he stay with them. [In German: "They are getting away, fall back to the police cruisers!"] Everything was going as according to plan, and The Doctors disguise had still been fooling them. Now he just need to grab a few things, and then give 'chase' to the van.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 17, 2011 21:43:40 GMT -5
As each man loaded up into the van Ivan stood in the back, holding onto the handles. He pointed to each of the prisoners and said in his native language "Each of you is going to be blessed." Anyone who didn't understand him turned to one of his men who translated. These hardened convicts obeying like school children to the principal. The sound of sirens rang out over the sound of the van. He pulled out his AK-47 and opened the back door.
A spray of gun fire at the car closest to him caused the driver to lose control upon being hit by a few of the bullets. Ivans pulled out his phone and dialed the doctor while continuing to shoot at the cruisers behind him.
"We are on our..." Gun fire interrupted him. "Way to the lab. Get out..." Gun fire errupted over the phone again. "Safely." He said to the Doctor in his heavily accented English. He hung up the phone and continued taking shots at the cruisers behind the van. Most of the shots were either hitting the car or the passengers inside.
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Post by Winters on Aug 17, 2011 23:08:07 GMT -5
The police cruisers all followed the van through the streets, most of them now keeping a good distance as to avoid being shot by the gunfire. Two of the cars had been put down already, and they werent up for another. However, when the gunfire paused briefly, a sure sign that a reload was in process, one of the cruisers stood out from the rest. This bravely sped up closer to the van, making sure to get to its side, only managing to take several shots to its heavily reinforced siding.
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"Zey have to be somvere, but vere?" Going through files after files, The Doctor opened up nearly every single drawer. Once the names were matching up, he grabbed a handful of the papers, and then sprinted out of the room towards the garage.
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Now maintaining speed, the cruiser stayed with the van, side by side. It wasnt until it cause up to the side door on the can that the tinted window rolled down, exposing the barrel of a shotgun. But several bullets hit the cop, and the car flipped over onto the side of the road, rolling and mangling under its own weight.
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The Doctor huffed and puffed, running out of breath, but finally got to the garage. His rusted up Mercedes was parked just where he left it, but as he got near the car, the voice yelled out behind him in German. "Drop the gun, and put your hands where I can see them!" The Doctor put his hands in the air, still holding onto the shotgun loosely. He was always good at talking his way out of situations, but he would have to do a little more than talk. Quickly, he drove in between the cars, and than tossed a canister of tear gas across the parking lot. As it blew, Splain got into the car, and sped out of the garage, hearing gunfire but all the bullets miss.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 18, 2011 13:05:44 GMT -5
Ivan watched the cruiser pull up only to be shot down. It rolled out and onto the side of the street. He pointed to another man who carried an AK-47 and pointed to the floor of the van next to him. He fired his gun at the cars and swapped guns so the man could reload for him. It created a constant fire upon the cruisers. The cruisers started to pull back even farther.
The Doctor's rusted car pulled up behind and pinched the cruisers between the two forces. Ivan devised a plan to lose these officers. He ordered the man to shoot while another man took his place. He told the driver to take the next alley and stop half way through it.
He then used his cell phone again and rang the Doctor. "Stop at the end of the alley and block them in." He said before hanging up. The van's driver did as he was told and stopped the van. Ivan stepped off the back and closed the doors. He watched the cruisers follow down the alley and waited for the rusted car to block them in.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2011 16:30:40 GMT -5
"Yes yes yes yes..." The doctor responded to the call, quickly hanging up his phone.
One of the cruisers had been keeping to the side street, just in case the van had taken any turns. But when the officer inside seen the grey Mercedes parked on the side of the street at one of the houses nearby the Berlin Police Department, he turned the siren sounds off, and got out of the car. 'Get out of the car, you have ten seconds!' After ten seconds, the door remained closer, and the officer raised his shotgun to the window. But peering inside, he seen that it was completely empty. 'Suspect is on foot, I repeat, suspect is on foot.'
"Danke!" Suddenly, the cruiser behind him sped off down the street, leaving the officer to fend for himself. The Doctor inside had successfully stolen, and when he was far enough away, pushed a button his keychain, blowing up the Mercedes along with the police officer before he could issue any radio calls. Quickly enough, the Doctor slid into place at the end of the ally, just as Ivan asked him to do. But for obvious reason, he didnt stay in the car, he waited hidden in the darkness with his shotgun strapped to his back and his cellphone in his hand. "Ze car is in place, Ivan... I hope for the sake of zees operation zat you know what you are doing..."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 18, 2011 17:26:30 GMT -5
Ivan picked up his phone and received the response he was waiting for. "Da, Doctor. No need to worry." He responded. He had no gun, only his military style tomahawk in hand. The officers came up and parked their cars not letting him reverse out. Of the three cars, only two were side by side at this point and their passengers were out of the car, the third car was all unloaded except for the driver who was ready for the van to take off.
The officers came close ordering Ivan to lower his weapon, hoping he had given up. Once one was within two steps of Ivan, hoping to hand cuff the large man, Ivan acted. He reached out and grabbed the officer taking him as a human shield. He grabbed the pistol from the man's hand and fired it at one of the officers while holding the tomahawk to the hostages throat. He dropped the empty pistol and threw the tomahawk with such force that the police officer it hit flew into the wall. He took the hostage and threw him at the other two officers knocking them back into the wall.
Ivan grabbed his tomahawk again and attacked the three hurt officers. One threw a punch at Ivan which he caught. He used the tomahawk, taking the man's arm. The man fell to the ground, holding the stump of his arm and screaming. Another attacked with his baton. Ivan blocked it with his tomahawk and grabbed the man by the throat. The other officer took the advantage of the distraction. He hit Ivan in the back of the head with his baton. Ivan dropped the other officer but turned to his new prey. He pulled back with all his might and came down the middle of the officer's head, using his strength, and split him in two halves. The other officer saw this and turned tail. The officer in the car let him in before trying to reverse down the alley.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2011 18:33:00 GMT -5
While still at a fair distance away, The Doctor watched Ivan rip apart the officers like a knife through butter. "So much blood, how glorious..." He spoke in sick tone. You know what kind of mess it makes when you spill a quart of milk into the kitchen floor? Well, there was six quarts of blood in the human body, and within a minute, nearly the entire ally had been nearly completely pooled with a crimson sheen.
But at this time, there had been a few other officers coming to the scene on foot from the empty police cruiser. They knew that the only way to go way through the ally, which meant their fellow patrol vehicle was blocking its path already. Splain did know if this was a part of Ivans plan or not, but he was told not to worry. Still, The Doctor came out from his hiding place, shotgun in and, and moved toward the officers from behind. Then one after another, he pumped shells at them, yelling at the top of this lungs between pumps. "A sugary... Is more easily performed... With... a shotgun!" The officers had been down when, but the remaining three shells had been spent firing into their bodies, until it was out.
"Vee need to ghet out of ere... Now!" The Doctor yelled to Ivan, seeing that it was a good time to leave Berlin. Or at least the surface.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 18, 2011 18:48:15 GMT -5
The group was just a few blocks from their destination and the police would have on hell of a scene when they got to they fallen comrades. The old warehouse around the corner was their immediate destination before unloading and heading to their underground base of operations. Ivan stepped into the back of the van with the Doctor before it peeled away. In a matter of half a minute, they were at their destination.
The warehouse was the entrance to the lab and base they had set up. It used to be just a cellar for the warehouse and when a wall collapsed, it opened up into a large cavernous area. After a few weeks with it just being a whole in the wall, Ivan and the Doctor had put a blast proof iron door and made it look a little better and protected their base.
A crude lab had been set up in one area and jail cells had been built along one of the walls. Another cavern off of the main one used as the lab held their rooms and that too had an iron door. It kept the noise from the prisoners out so they could sleep soundly. Ivan ordered the men out of the van and followed them down. He opened the heavy iron door and forced each of the prisoners into their cells. Soon the Doctor could preform the work that Ivan and the Doctor had wanted done for months now.
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Post by Winters on Aug 18, 2011 19:06:48 GMT -5
It wasnt like Splain to work with a partner, little lone his partners men, but the whole operation had been completely successful. He might have accomplished it himself, but it wouldve taken much more preperation, and the need for Ivan still couldnt be ignored. The man, or monster, was needed in the end for samples before besting, and after testing if things went better then expected. Worst come to worst, their efforts wouldnt have went to complete waste. Value research data could be attained here, it was only a matter of time.
The lab front itself was only a few blocked in the other direction from the Berlin Police Department, but the front hasnt even been looked upon by the public since the BSAA cleared it out after the outbreak. It had since been turned into an underground lab, nothing too fancy, but just enough to get the raw data he needed to transfer to his own workspace. The Doctor still wasnt sure whether or not to keep Ivan around after their work was done, he was very useful to him, but always much more powerful. Without this mutual gain, there wouldnt be any cooperation, and this whole thing would have been pointless.
"So, which von of you would like to go first, hm?..." The convicts had all been waiting for somebody to speak first, they all wanted to air and find out what was going on before volunteering themselves. But after a good ten seconds, Splain ran his finger down the piece of paper on his clip board, and called out a name when it stopped in place. "Klein Bargenden, assault onto your wife and children...?" He spoke out in question. Judging by the looks on their faces, Klein could easily be picked out of the small group, and than The Doctor pointed, looking at Ivan and nodding his head. "To the table we go.... Ooooo, im so excited, arent you?!"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 18, 2011 19:43:55 GMT -5
Ivan watched the Doctor, he may not have worked with him otherwise, but enjoyed working with the mad man. Ivan knew of the man's previous work and though to some extent, they were similar. They both were aiming for creating either creatures that Ivan could control or more soldiers with similar strength to himself. Ivan took prisoners because if they wound up dead, the government would care less, but if the experiments worked, they were the ones with violence running through their blood.
The Doctor chose the wife and child beater for their first go. Ivan would have killed this man back in another time but for now he simply hoped the spineless man would be a success. The other's looks and faces made him easy to spot out of the group. Obviously not the man with one arm that the Doctor had grown some attachment to, but a man of equal muscular build. The man seemed to look down his nose to Ivan which was a huge mistake.
A wasted cracking of his neck and knuckles before Ivan opened his door was heard right before Ivan grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him into the air. Ivan carted him across the area and slammed him onto the table, pinning him down. He held down the man's head as another man strapped it to the table. After the head, Ivan held down each arm as the man strapped him down and moved onto the legs. It was a piece of cake for Ivan where a team of men would have been needed elsewhere.
"He ees all your's, Doctor." Ivan said simply as he moved away from the table to reveal the tied down man.
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Post by Winters on Aug 19, 2011 1:11:52 GMT -5
Dancing around the room, The Doctor had been setting up his tools of the trade across a table, one by one. He spun around in circles, almost as if he had been waltzing with an invisible woman. Only the woman was a handful of surgical tools, and the waltz had been more like a creeping dead. The man face couldnt be seen under the tinted blind, but his intentions were clear that her was ready for some serious work. Walking across the room, The Doctor knocked onto the door several times, and then called out in a voice, singing "Have no fear, zee Doctor is here... And we will take his next patient, please! Oh, pretty oh please, my next patient! Pretty please?"
In moment, the door opened up, and Ivan had strapped the prisoner down onto the table. The man was shaken up by what was going on, but silenced by the duct take over his mouth once Ivan let him go. The Doctor looked at Ivan through the blackness of the visor, and spoke out in a slightly more serious tone of voice. "Now, privacy, pease and danke, Ivan?" When the Russian had left the room, Splain shuffled every so slowly back to the table, keeping the same waltzing pattern as he did before. When finally he stopped at his side, the man looked at him with anger in his eyes, much more then fear. "Tell me something, Mister Bargenden. How did it feel to kill your wife and children? Did it make you happy? Oh no, wait, dont answer that, more importantly... Did you regret it?"
Ripping off the duct tape from the mans mouth, The Doctor patiently awaited a response. "She, at one point, meant everything to me. The kids included. But there was always that neighbor, always eyeing her in the morning...". Klein was a sorrow in his voice, but when he started to talk about the neighbor, it turned a little more violent. "...I should have just killed him, I know. When I forced my wife to talk, you know what she told me? She told me that she didnt regret what she had done with him the night before, when I was at work. So, why would I regret what I did to her?"
Freezing in place, The Doctor lifted up his visor, and looked into the mans eyes. He smiled, the biggest grin you could ever imagine, and then spun around back into his waltzing way. "Ohhhhh, yes, I know that feeling, Mister Bargenden. I know the feeling... How many children did you have?" The doctor friendly questioned, all the while dancing over to the table full of his tools. "I had four, four children. Danny, the eldest, Bridget, the second eldest, and then twins, Jared and Leo." Returning to the table with a cleaver in his hand, The Doctor brouht it down into the mans neck, severing his head completely off. Another fifteen chops to dismember him into pieces. "Ivan, we need bags for Mister Bargenden! Danke!" As the door open, The Doctor spoke out before Ivan could even comprehend what happened. "Well, uh, you see uh, well, my hand, uh, it uh, slipped, and then, uh, well... Oh, who am I kidding..." He spoke in a sad voice, with puppy eyes. "...I guess I just went to town. The experiment wont work unless zee patient feels remorse, perhaps zat iz zee most, uhm, important part. Zey need to be weak, in order to accept ze virus."
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