Pacific Ocean

[Rosetta]

Waylend Kent groaned. He had just woken up beached on some island. He had no clue how he got there either, which was bad. He forced himself over, and sat up, doing a quick check over of himself. Nothing broken, which was lucky, and his gear was intact. The pouches were alright, and the ammo was good. He still had both knives. Overall, it was a miracle he was still fully armed. Shaking his head, Kent stood, on unsteady legs, and unslung his AUG, clearing the bolt and doing a field maintance check. It would fire, and that was a good thing. He checked his S&W Magnum, same deal. So he began walking deeper into the island, slowly regaining bits and pieces of recent memory. A chopper, and then a missile hit. He had been closest to the exit, and bailed out, hitting the water. He remembered seeing the island and swimming, then nothing. Worrying, considering he didnt know why he had been in the chopper or where he was. He commented as such.

"Great...no idea where I am, no idea who or what is here, and I may be not doing a mission I am being payed to do...At least I'm alive and intact, which is a plus. Lets see what's to be seen....."

Kent walked through the forest, beating aside brush and such without stealth or ceramony. If there had been a chopper downed, he doubted anyone would be here, they would be at the crash or whatever was warrenting a chopper out here. He eventually, leaving the woods, came across a small city, which was a good and bad sign. What downed the chopper could be there, but survivors of the chopper could be there too. So he entered the city, eventually finding some guy standing outside a dance club. Which was strange, but he didnt question it at the moment, instead yelling at him while approaching him, his gasmask changing the way his voice sounded.

"Hey! You! You from the chopper that went down?"

It wasn't professional, but it worked, considering the situation he was in. He wasn't pointing the AUG at the man yet, but he wasn't going with nothing in his hands either.

[JazzBuddah]

ooc: actually our characters are currently in a small city just beyond the forest. My character is outside of a dance club.

[Rosetta]

ooc: Sorry about that, modified the post to take that into account, sorry for the mess up.

[JazzBuddah]

Charles looked back and saw the man approaching. "Kent right? I thought Arrow and I were the only survivors. She's just inside cleaning things up. Once we do that we take the jeep and go...." He then trailed off. "Well, we haven't figured out the whole plan just yet." Charles then headed to the door dropping some zombies blocking her path. "C-mon Arrow, if you don't hurry you'll be trapped in the lockdown."

[Rosetta]

Kent furrowed his brow, trying to recall who this man was, and what the mission was. It annoyed him, that he was on a mission and couldn't remember what it was, or who else was on it. At least the man before him knew who he was, so he was friendly, possibly. So he walked over a few steps, sweeping the area around them, making sure the perimeter was secure. Nothing out there yet, so he commented on the one thing he did remember, how he cleared the chopper before it crashed.

"Well, I got lucky. Was sitting next to the exit, cleared the hatch before the chopper went down. It hurt though, got no clue where I am, who you are, or what I'm supposed to be doing. How many others got clear before it went up in flames? Saw the smoke before I hit the forest."

He spoke calmly, as if giving a medic his best idea on where he was injured. Kent was going to be as little of a problem for the mission as possible. He kept watch on the road, checking both ways regularly, listening for a response or a possible field briefing of what was going on. It hurt his pride to have to say he was suffering from head trauma, even if it wasn't his fault, but he was a hindrance until it was fixed. And that endangered the mission.

[JazzBuddah]

"C-mon...c-mon." Charles muttere4d looking at his watch. Soon alarms went off as the security door began sliding down. "D@mnit Arrow! What are you doing!?" He then heard a vehicle coming from down the road. Finding a metal storm grate he lifted it up and slid it in the entrace blocking the door from shutting completely. "If you live find me on channel 55. Sorry but if we stay we're as good as dead." He then grabbed the vest of the newcommer and practically dragged him into the Sincells jeep. Before the headlights could spot them Charles took off down a back road. After a mile or so he pulled to the side of a road and turned on a flashlight.

"Let me check your head." He said leaning over him. "Look likes a minor contusion. Short term memory loss is to be expected. You'll get it back soon I'm sure." Putting the flashlight away he opened his laptop and checked the GPS trackers. "Okay, here's me and you..." He then moved to a satalite view of the dance club. He was happy to see Arrows signal escaping the facility. "Well, she's sure going to be ****ed." Turning a corner he soon found himself on an abandond dirt road.

"Your were put on a special team with me, my names Charles, Arrow which we just left behind and five other soldiers. And may I point out I'm not a soldier....I'm a more of a Freak Biologist. I know how these things work, hunt and kill. We were sent here because we got information from one of our intel officers that the Sincell wanted something on this island. I was brought here to find out what they are looking for. And now I think I know." When they came to a fork in the road he opened his computer again.

Right now we are on an old island that Umbrella used to use to manufacture intelegent BOW's that never ended up seeing the market. These BOWs are a perfect match for the Sincells brain swapping opperation. I hope you can fill in the blanks or else we'll be here along time." He then pointed left. "The power generator facility is just down this road. We turn that on and Umbrellas security system should boot up. That might slow down the Sincell some until we can come up with a better plan." He then looked over. "You with me so far?"

[Rosetta]

Kent wasn't drug along long, he was right behind the man, jumping in as well and making sure his AUG was safety off. He didn't fire though, and let Charles examine his head. He suspected minor trauma, considering how he left the chopper, and it didn't really surprise him to have it confirmed. He heard the man out, nodding when he mentioned Umbrella. He was no stranger to the BOW's and other various unpleasantness they spawned. However, one thing nagged him, more two, but the big one was more pressing.

"Yea, with you on everything but one item. Sincell, what makes them so obsessed with brain transfer to a BOW? Wouldn't that destroy their sanity entirely? And wouldn't kicking the power of Umbrella's security also make things harder for us to get out? Especially with Arrow in the field?"

Kent wasn't stupid, he knew the physiological damage of being attacked by BOW's, let alone being implanted mentally into one. He watched out for his comrades, even if he wasn't completely with it. It appeared this Arrow person was a comrade, so he brought it up. It was helping keep his brain in place, he had a bit of a headache, having just noticed it, and was going through basic things to suppress its worse effects, dulling his ability to function in the field.

[JazzBuddah]

Charles looked at the man oddly. "You REALLY hit your head hard didn't you?" He asked taking out his computer. "The Sincell are a Neo-Nazi organisation bent on once again creating a master race. Only NOW, they believe that the master race can be manufactured using BOW's. So far all they have made are freaks which are BOW's with the brains of prisoners swapped into them. And yes, they go mad but are still smarter than most BOW's. They are here to find a proper vessel to transfer their brains into successfully. After they do that they've planned a mass genocide using the T-virus." He then looked at him. "Get the picture." He then began uploading the interior map of the generator facility.

"Arrow is a specially trained security officer. She can find the weak-point in any defense. The Sincell on the other hand are a rag-tag team of grunts, most of which were sprung from prison during the second outbreak." Closing the laptop he stepped outside and headed to the back. "I can re-program most of the security to give us the upperhand. Either way, if they get to the main labs before we have a chance to sabbatoge their opperation they may be able to retrieve the information and materials that they came here for." Opening the crate in the back he took out a SPAZ shotgun and a medkit. "So, ready for some heroics dude?"

[Rosetta]

Kent scowled at the mention of another Neo-Nazi group. It made him recall an unpleasant job involving a group that professed similar beliefs. It did make sense, as the more Charles explained, more memories about the briefings came to him. Mass Genocide with the T-Virus, was crazy but could work if they got what they needed done, done. No wonder he took the job, who they were dealing with rubbed him the wrong way. While Charles did his work on the laptop, he heard out the rest of his explanation and made sure his weapons were, again, ready to go. Steyr AUG, full clip, and the slide was smooth. S&W Magnum was loaded and ready to fire. Knives didn't need reloading. He smirked as the man beside him grabbed a SPAZ and med kit, and nodded.

"Considering I jumped from the chopper before it went down, I would think that would classify as really hit my head. Yes, let's give these Nazi's a nasty surprise, shall we?"

Kent looked over the map, committing it to memory as best as he could. It would help to know where to turn right rather then left, especially if speed was of the essence. Once Charles was moving, he would be right with him, ready to smack these Sincell grunts around. These guys, by the sounds of it, would be easy pickings for an ex-Ranger like himself.

[JazzBuddah]

Jumping out of the jeep he went to the co-pilots seat and pulled out some gear from the dashboard. He then clipped a tactical light to his coat and flicked it on. He then began heading to the front of the facility. "We need to be careful. The t-virus strain must have mutated here because the zombies in the club went into hybernation while this island was empty. I'm sure we'll see the same thing in here." Walking up to the door he spotted a keycard reader. Breaking out his laptop he ran some juice into the device and hookoed up his hack card. After sliding it through the device beeped and the door unlocked. Opening the door he put things away before walking in.

"Okay, we need to head to the basement which is four floors down." Walking in he bagan looking for a staircase. "The bomb-shelter is down their so it's likely we'll have more encounters the further down we go." He then stopped as they entered the floor of a massive room in which was a generator looming over. He looked back. "You're up. I'm not a soldier...never been in combat. The floor is yours so to speak."

[Rosetta]

Kent nodded, and swept the area with a quick assessment. Generator was big, but they would be going around it, so they would have to move slow. Having a Non Combatant tagging along made things tough, but he sounded like he knew the drill, so he half turned, looking at Charles out of the corner of his eye.

"Alright, were going to move fast and quiet, attract as little attention as possible. Means we use hand signals. I raise my hand like I was at school, open and beside my head, you stop. I chop forward, like a Karate trainee, want you to move up and hack open a door, if its locked electronically. I'll open doors otherwise. I bring my palm down like I'm patting a dog on the head, you get down and stay down until I wave you up. Make tiny circles beside my head with two or so fingers, you regroup and follow. You stick close, but tap me on the shoulder three times to get my attention. Kept it simple, there is a whole course on silent protocols, but that's the short version. Safety's off, lets roll."

Kent dropped into a half crouch, moving up to beside the generator and took a double take around the corner. Clear. He motioned for Charles to follow, and slipped around the corner, AUG raised and ready to fire a single shot. Still empty, he stood and walked, making sure he didn't step on anything noisy, including broken glass and sheet metal. It was almost a run of the mill building sweep, except it wasn't. He reached the other side of the generator, checked the side they didn't advance down, and looked down the corridor. It was dark, but not so much he couldn't see. He made sure his gasmask was in place, and advanced until they reached a stairwell, stopping beside it and peeking down. Nothing yet. Undead must not of breached the upper floors, or woke up yet.

Advancing down the stairs, he stopped dead at the landing. One zombie, hadn't noticed them yet. Gunshot would give them away. He raised his hand, then patted down, ordering Charles to get down. Kent drew his blade, slow as to not attract attention, and readied himself. He snapped into action, throwing the blade and it twirled once, and impaled itself into the skull, killing it instantly. He snapped forward, catching the body and lowering it to keep the thump it would make if it fell from attracting attention. He withdrew his knife from its skull, cleaning the blade and sheathing it. He motioned for Charles to get up and resume following him. The stairs across from them were clear, and went down further. He stalked down them, and into a nightmare scene.

Bodies were strewn everywhere. Too damaged or eaten to reanimate. It was ugly, but in a more primal sense. These people hadn't fallen to bullet or blade, they had fallen to inhuman beasts, unable to harm them with no proper knowledge. What caught his attention were the dozen or so Zombies. The one was red, and had long claws on it. It had evolved here, probably the original infected. It was slowly rising, having almost sensed the fresh meals entering the plant. Kent scowled, stealth was gone. Now it was a matter of moving fast and taking down whatever was in the way fast. He fired as the Reddened zombie howled, echoing through the underground bunker, and charged. Several rounds to the head stopped it, and it went down. The damage was done though. Moans and other sounds were echoing from all directions, and more zombies were coming down the hallway where the reddened zombie had. He fired three more rounds, lining up and dropping them, and yelled at Charles.

"Stealth is out the window, now we see how fast you can run! Faster we activate security, faster we can get out and leave the dead. So, ready for some heroics dude?"

Kent gave his best impression of Charles when he quoted his heroics line, and grinned behind his mask. There was a round about way of getting to an emergency stairwell, in case the main one was down. He remembered enough about the map to turn and, making sure Charles was right behind him, whether by grabbing him and dragging him, or he following under his own power, got moving, dropping another zombie in his path.

[JazzBuddah]

Following Kent they soon entered the coolant room directly under the generator. The ghouls were everywhere and slowly each one of the raised their head and began shuffling over. Spotting the emergency ladder that Kent was searching for his heart sank when he saw that someone had welded the porthole shut. "These guys were smart. They probably sealed all of the direct access points to the lower floors." Backing up slightly he pumped the shotgun, aimed and fired taking the upper body off of three zombies. "Our only chance is the industrial elevator." He then pointed towards one of the hallways. "It won't be operational but we can climb down the shaft." Suddenly he was grabbed from the side as two lurched towards him. Raising the shotgun he held it horizontally and used it to push them back before pumping it again and blowing their legs clear off.

"We have to make our move before they get to concentrated." He said keeping a watchful eye. "You take point, clear the road and I'll keep the sides clear. We just need them to go down so I suggest shooting them in the legs and just pushing them aside but it's your party."

[Rosetta]

Kent saw the ladder about the same time Charles did, and swore harshly. He shot another zombie that had gotten close, taking it down after setting the crosshairs on the area between the eyes. It went down, and he was about to take off again when Charles jumped in with his idea. Industrial Elevator, climbing the shaft, blow the legs off. He grunted once before giving a short reply, picking another zombie that was visible in the hallway they had to go down.

"The legs, the face, whatever gets them out of the way and no longer a threat. Go for whatever is easier, gotta get used to double tapping an AUG fast. Follow me."

He took off, firing shots that either dropped the zombie or knocked it down, and kicking them over. He trusted Charles to keep the sides clear, like he said he would. Another zombie, but instead of gunshots a forlorn sounding clicking echoed from his gun. Cursing, he lowered his shoulder and knocked it flat and sideways, drawing his S&W .357, and fired a round into its head as he picked up speed again. Two zombies in front of the elevator shaft, and two loud bangs echoed from his revolver, the first was killed outright, and the second knocked into the elevator, and a third round took the top of its head off. Reloading his .357, then his AUG, he prepared to free rappel down the shaft, securing his gear and thinking about a way to get the elevator out of the way without cutting the cables. He started looking for a pipe or something to use to lever the doors open, since there was no power.

[NotAvailable]

((I'm gonna post, just let me catch up with the reading!))

[JazzBuddah]

cool, just have her show up and save the day somehow