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Post by Hanhan on Feb 4, 2010 17:23:09 GMT -5
No one could have asked for a more beautiful, perfect November night. The half moon shone brightly overhead, and the sky was filled with millions of bright, twinkling stars. There was no wind, and the cool autumn temperature was one that could put even the most troubled mind at ease.
That is of course, if it was an average cool autumn night. Even at the early hour of 7:00 PM, there was hardly a car on the street. The Milfort Police had enforced a very strict curfew ever since late August, when the second brutal attack had occurred. The victims were Gina and Priscilla, 9 and 11 respectively. Their bodies had been discovered on the road between their school and home, but there were no witnesses.
Things only went downhill from there. The death toll rose, from three in August to nine by the beginning of November, with no viable leads from Milfort PD. People were terrified, and there was talk that Milfort's government was requesting aid from outside agencies. And then came the surprise no one expected.
Manta Corporation, the company based on the small island in the middle of the lake that was surrounded by Milfort, the company that employed at least thirty percent of the city’s population – suddenly went dark. The last communication with anyone on the company grounds was a call placed to a relative by one of the employees by the name of Natalie Long. The relative went to the police immediately, stating hearing Natalie’s panicked sounding voice before the call went dead.
Could there be a connection between the murders and the strange circumstances surrounding Manta? It was far too early to tell, however the events seemed far to close to each other to be a coincidence.
Whatever the case, the call meant that something was going on and people could very well be in danger on the island. Something had to be done. A police blockade was set up on the bridge leading there – the only land access between Manta Corporation and the rest of Milfort. With no contact over the past eighteen hours, it was deemed necessary that a team be sent in. Naturally, the first choice was the Milfort PD SWAT Unit. The Lieutenant, Thomas Gavin, had called all of his team members to drop what they were doing and get to the station ASAP. The briefing was in thirty minutes, and Lieutenant Gavin expected everyone to be there before then.
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Post by David on Feb 4, 2010 23:14:46 GMT -5
Luc Summers yawned a little. He was getting out of his car and locking it. He sighed... All these murders... a normal person cop would have possibly lost it by now... when they saw the bodies of those two little girls.
He didn't spend too much outside... he quickly marched into the station. He quickly headed straight to his locker to get changed. Right now, he was wearing a brown woolen jacket, a black shirt, and blue pants. When he opened his locker, inside, was his own customized H&K USP. He usually kept his weapon in his locker; he left it here since he sometimes didn't trust himself with a gun at home. He picked it up and aimed it for a bit. When he did, the laser sight went on. It was fun playing with his gun. He liked the way it was designed.
Once he was done with that, he put the gun back in the locker and began to pull out his uniform. He quickly began to change out of his civilian clothes to his SWAT uniform. When he did so, he took out his gun and placed it in its holistor and placed his clothes in the locker.
When he was done though he headed straight toward the briefing room. When he went in there, it was an awkward silence... He was the first of the group to be in there. He wasn't friendly probably anybody in SWAT.
In fact, he really didn't get along with Danil; he creeped Luc out. Fallon was probably the only member he liked being around... since she was usually quiet. He really didn't know how to talk with anyone here... Still, he followed orders and cooperated with them in every mission. This one they were getting, was no different. Although, somehow.... deep in his gut, he felt like this mission was going to be one that would put him straight on the edge.
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Post by ~L~ on Feb 5, 2010 22:52:43 GMT -5
Frowning lazily as she ascended the MPD station steps and dodged off-duty officers, Mariam Maxwell frowned after the cab that had brought her there. -You'd think they'd have to pay me to ride with 'em for the crap they spout.- She thought with a half-smirk. She was casually underdressed..well-worn jeans, an oversized 'Ramones' tee shirt and unlaced sneakers.. and had a look that said she had rolled out of bed and wasn't too pleased by being called in on a day off. Only the badge on her hip kept others from questioning her presence as she left the foyer behind.
She stretched with a final yawn as she headed toward the stuffy briefing room. Yeah, she'd heard about the killings.. and the lack of attributing patterns, plus a half-dozen related conspiracy theories. Homicide detectives stumped and the city in an uproar... she knew there was a joke in that somewhere, but now she was concerned. Concerned that the situation was still growing. Concerned that it warranted calling in a SWAT unit. Concerned that she had to be woken up by Lieutenant Gavin himself, after ignoring the previous 5 calls to wake her and that she was probably late. But most of all, she was concerned about being concerned.. something didn't feel right about it all.
She opted to walk into briefing without gearing up first, for two reasons... well maybe three. The first being: She knew she was going to be late and was bitter about being called in. -and how can I possibly make them wait another moment to get started... and yeah, time could be important.- Then: She was hungry and walking past the offices in this direction passed the "donut room", which she took advantage of, snagging a sandwich from a tray. -It better not have mayo in it.- And lastly: If she was going to be griped at for being late, she'd rather have it come on her terms. All three bikes not starting is a doozie of an excuse, but it's also one she totally wanted to make, and if she walked in uniformed and ready, he might not think of it enough to start citicizing. -Total case of Stick-up-the-assitis he's got, too... should be good for a laugh.-
She walked through the briefing room door and smiled to herself thrusting her hands into her pockets as she nudged the door clear, nodding to the familiar faces. She was surprised to notice she wasn't the last to report in afterall. She grimaced and actually barked a laugh as she thought about it, using the wrong rank in her address on purpose, since she had known Lt. Gavin before he was a lieutenant. "Cap, you sly dog.. you told me the wrong briefing time on purpose ! Uuugh, I should have taken the long route."
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Post by The Necromancer on Feb 6, 2010 12:15:10 GMT -5
Scowling, Jacob Thane stepped out of his truck onto the sidewalk outside the station. He stopped to check his belt and make sure his pistol was there. Sighing, he thought about the two little girls.. "What kind of sick bastard...?" he muttered to himself, as he shut and locked the truck door. He dusted off his jacket, and put on his sunglasses, looking around, he noticed a couple of pretty girls across the street, and he waved at them as he walked towards the P.D.- Then, he tripped over the curb, landing flat on his face and breaking his sunglasses. Cursing, he stood up to see the girls laughing at him. Scowling again, he trudged into the Station and to his locker, grabbing a band aid from his locker, he covered the cut above his eye from a piece of the sunglasses. Sighing again, he grabbed a clip from the locker and inserted it into his hand gun, and checked that he had a good stock of ammo for his shotgun. He looked at a picture taped into the door of his locker, a picture of his girlfriend, Annie. His good humor restored, he slid his hand gun into his belt, and walked into the breifing room, grinning. As he entered, he noticed that, for once, he wasn't the last person to show up. He looked around, grinning widely at everybody, looking somewhat stupid with the band-aid above his eye. He walked past Luc, grinning "Hey, Luc, how's it goin, man?" not waiting for a reply, he walked over to Mariam, grinning even wider. "Hey pretty lady, how you doin?" Lastly, he nodded at Lt. Gavin, finally NOT grinning. That guy scared the shit out of him. "Hello, Sir. Sorry I'm late, Sir." Looking away from Gavin, he sat down and grinned again, casting a glance at Mariam every few minutes. "You guys heard the one about the Scientist, the Businessman, and the Cub Scout all on a plane that's running out of fuel?"
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Post by kitten on Feb 6, 2010 18:09:36 GMT -5
Most of the lesser officers didn't even know her name was Fallon Talcos. Almost none of them did. Many stories and rumors sprang up about her because it was so easy to create them due to her mysterious nature. Most didn't stop to think that she could just be merely anti-social.
Regardless, the rumors had already branded her with a nickname that stuck like glue. Reaper. Her ability to pull the trigger and destroy the target in her scope without second question was unearthly. Some would go as far to say that the smell of death was worn as her perfume in a sense.
Her Jagged bangs and layered hair swayed as she ascended the stairs. Her eyes scanning over a few people here and there who quickly removed themselves from her path. One thing was for sure, Fallon had training to kill..not to apprehend criminals. She was different. A few tried to say hello to her but Fallon said nothing as usual, choosing to walk right passed them and into the building towards the briefing room.
Once she found her locker, Fallon found the large metal case that contained her rifle along with her scout formation load out weapons: Spaz-12 and standard issued handgun. Once she was suited, Fallon picked up the metal case, holstered the handgun, and shouldered the Spaz-12, other equipment besides her radio would be given out as needed, if needed.
Her boots echoed on the floor as she slipped into the room, glancing at the other teammates who had already arrived. She had known them for a little while..but had said virtually nothing to them unless forced on comms to check in. Fallon took a seat away from the rest, choosing to open her case and inspect the scope piece of the devastating rifle rather than waste her breath on jokes she cared nothing for.
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Post by The Reaper on Feb 7, 2010 23:33:09 GMT -5
Danil grunted. Not from pain, not from anything less then annoyance. He stood, already geared and fully suited in the mens bathroom. The truth of the matter was he had arrived early.
"Rather arrive five minates early then a minate too late," he always said to himself. The grunt had been from the blade of his knife. He had barely knicked himself at the chin, as he used the knife to shave. Kept his knife sharp, and kept his face looking presentable. That is, if one wasn't too focused on the rather long, eight inch scar that ran down from his forhead to his chin, on the left side of his face.
He flicked the knife, getting the little specks of blood off. "Ah..damn, I just washed this uniform." He muttered, annoyed as his chin bled slightly. After sheithing the knife, he inspected the small cut. To him, it didnt even hurt. But he didn't want to go leaving any blood trails, just in case.
After that, he turned, checking his weapons. Before he suddenly spun around, cocking the weapon upright. The weapon aimed directly for his reflection's head.
"Heh..alright, then.. he said to himself, holistering his weapon and stepping out of the bathroom to meet the others that had shown up.
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Post by Hanhan on Feb 8, 2010 0:13:30 GMT -5
The SWAT Office was a little bit cramped. Not that they really needed the space. Milfort's SWAT was a small unit. As the team filed in, they would find the Lieutenant Gavin, Richard Prentice, and John Jarvis - or JJ, as he preferred - already in the room. John was sitting at the console, monitoring things at the blockade via a video feed. He was also on comms with the officers there.
Richard Prentice was sitting at his desk, leaned back in his chair. He gave a nod to the team as they filed in and found their seats. He didn't say anything, though. Not yet. Something about him seemed off. Nerves, maybe? Richard was an eight year man on the force. He wasn't easily shaken. Hell, many people were intimidated by him. He was a bear of a man.
But then again, who wouldn't be shaken? The brutal murders, Manta Corporation suddenly dropping right off the grid. It just didn't make sense, and there seemed to be no leads to help make sense of it.
Lieutenant Gavin was standing over John's shoulder. He seemed glued to the video feed. Gavin rubbed the back of his head. The situation was tense, everyone knew it. The Lieutenant was unsure of the state of his team. Morale was questionable. Not only because the 'unsolvable' murders, but because of one of their own. Officer Rebecca Newrock, SWAT member, suspended for breaking into the evidence rooms in order to steal files on one of the murder cases. Apparently a close friend of Rebecca's had been one of the victims. When there were no leads to go on she kept pushing, kept obsessing over it. Apparently enough to try and steal the evidence files. From what Gavin had heard, most of the team felt bad over it. But there wasn't much else that could have been done.
Gavin dismissed some of the comments that the team had made when coming in. Hell, they weren't even late (Though some of them did have a habit of coming in late when called in. That, he couldn't deny). After a couple of minutes he turned to face them.
"I'm sure you all know, we'll be inserting within the hour. I see you're all...prepared, judging by how our briefing room now seems to be an armory."
"Hah. You kids and your guns. I bet you sleep with yours, Max." Richard couldn't help himself. He felt an impulsive need to comment.
"Coming from the guy who's whole job concerns guns. Face it, Rich, you're the NRA nut."
"Shouldn't you be monitoring the Blockade, Jarvis?"
"Alright enough." Gavin cut them off. He didn't mind it, really. The team was fairly close knit and from what he judged the morale to be, it didn't seem like a bad thing at all. "Let's go over what we already know. The Manta Corporation building has gone dark. No power, no communication in or out. What we don't know is why."
Gavin walked away from the console Jarvis was monitoring and toward his desk. He leaned against it and continued speaking. "We also know that since late August there have been nine unsolved murders in which all victims have been brutally attacked. Most occured at night, in the dark, however as we know there were two that occured in broad daylight." He didn't mention names. The murder of the two little girls was about the most brutal crime this small city had ever seen. Not many people were inclined to talk about it.
"Right now, we're operating under the pretense that the murders and the situation at Manta Corporation are coincidence and not connected. However, we are not ruling anything out." Gavin paused to note the expressions of each of the team members. He then asked the question everyone knew was coming. The man always ran his briefings the same way: Background, theory, disprove. Effective, because it made the team think rationally and critically. Annoying, because it forced the team to disprove their own theories.
Richard was the first to give an audible groan. Lieutenant Gavin didn't seem to notice - or care. "Lets start with theory. Who would like to go first?"
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Post by ~L~ on Feb 8, 2010 15:01:05 GMT -5
"Howdy 'Enrico Suave'. Looks like your paperwork has finally brought your procrastinating ass to justice... Da big bad futuh pweecinct captain got himsewf a work-welated boo-boo? ...Careful or your name will need to officially be changed to 'T.P. Furgavinzass', Thane."
Mariam jibes with a sarcastic smirk and a gesture to the bandaid over his eye, snickering and adding the last bit after Jacob shies away from the Lieutenant. She slouched at her desk, pulling her legs up to cross beneath her in the chair to make for a posture that said --I'm here, so keep my attention--.
Taking the time to give Talcos and Danil each a nod as they enter the room, stifling a rogue yawn as Lt. Gavin turned from his 'post' behind Johnny and broke the 'post-ignored-joke' silence. She grinned openly at the armoury comment, seeing some sort of hidden reprimand that he didn't want to sully his speech with. She looked over to Richard slowly, a flat and challenging expression on her face, her answer starting out with overt exaggeration after mouthing the word 'kids?' with a disbelieving grimace.
"Long.. hard.. and polished machined-company at night just seems to be winning me over, Rich.. what can I say? Though, correct me if I'm wrong.. what I decide to keep warm in my bed each night doesn't really have much to do with your gun-kissing delinquent-ass, does it?" She fires back with a laugh of agreement at Johnny's comment, sharing her grin with Gavin, knowing what was coming next all too well... and such things had little room for jokes.. even perfectly timed ones. -Hah.. as if that will stop me from trying.-
She nestles her head on elbow-proped fists, her messy-haired head bobbing at the quick rundown of information, flashing another unruley grin as he paused for his dramatic glance around the room. As she snickered at Rich's groan, she sat up and spoke up, talking plainly.
"Terrorism... funded or not. The pattern is that the killings weren't hidden or well thought out, which suggests to me that they're done for a message of some kind. Might be a disgruntled Manta-boy who got laid off and lost it after years tweaking the place's reactor." She added the last bit with the curl of a suppressed smile on her lips, but it was just a theory... so she felt a bit of humor was excusable.
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Post by David on Feb 8, 2010 16:02:04 GMT -5
He ignored everyone else' conversations... he didn't really care what they were saying, since frankly, all he was here for was to do his job. Nothing else.
Especially around all the jokesters around here... he didn't even care if Jacob had said hi to him... And Danil's appearance... Luc just wished he could get out of this room. He and Danil have had a major disagreement on how they ran things... He didn't like Danil's "treatment" around criminals. It was inhuman.
Luc was silent. Theories at this point would be pointless... either way, there main objective was clear... Take down the bastards who were responsible for these murders. Especially the one who killed those two little girls... He couldn't even believe that a man was so heartless that he would do such unspeakable things to two innocent children.
He stood a little distance from everyone else... He could careless if the captain called him out or anything. He just wasn't going to speak out loud to anyone right now. All he wanted to do, was wait until this briefing was over, head toward the weapons locker to gear up, and then carry out this mission and be done with it. He was planning to take the weekend off so that he could put his mind at ease from this case...
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Post by The Necromancer on Feb 8, 2010 18:11:38 GMT -5
Jake faked a scowl, but chuckled at Mariam's remark. "Ahh... i see your future... in it... i see... i see... this." -he flings a piece of broken sunglasses at her, it bounces off her forehead and onto the floor. Grinning around the room, he returned his gaze to the person it had barely left since she had arrived. Fallon.
Jake was smart, but slow to realize when he had little hope of success. Ever since he'd met Fallon, he'd tried to draw her out of her shell. He'd never admit this openly, though everyone knew it, but he had a bit of an obsession with her. It creeped some people out, actually.
Grinning, he spoke up... "Ohh... it's the big bad Reaper. So... who's gonna die today? a bug annoying you? OHMAHGAWD! so amazing!!" his laughter didn't quite reach his eyes. He was worried about the mission, and about Fallon. Lack of human interaction was bad for people, he'd heard, and he was soft-hearted at times.
He detested Danil, whose harsh treatment of criminals sickened him. He looked up as Gavin started to speak, a puzzled half-smile on his face. He ignored the worthless jokes the other members of the squad made, except to crack a smile at Mariam's remarks. Jake liked to think of himself as a womanizer, though he's completely hopeless.
The jibes did show one thing- the team knew each other well and trusted each other. Jake got the feeling that this wasn't true for a couple members. Fallon seemed to trust noone, and Danil was mistrusted by quite a few. Jake was never at ease with Danil around. When Gavin mentioned the two little girls, albeit not directly, Jake felt his blood start to boil. What kind of sick bastard could do that to children?
Then he remembered how close he'd came to life in prison, and decided that he could see how the human race was capable. When he was thirteen, he was tried for murder. Though he did not deal the killing blow, he was associated with the one who did. The man who did it did not give Jake up, however, and it was still Jake's darkest secret that he had played a part in the girl's death.
When Gavin asked who wanted to go first, he raised his hand and waited patiently to be called on. When called on, he said "I volunteer Danil to go first. If something bad happens to HIM, then it's a suicide mission." Grinning on the outside, in turmoil about his part in Suzanne Altimir's death on the inside, he looked around the room, never dropping his constantly cheerful demeanor.
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Post by kitten on Feb 8, 2010 18:30:03 GMT -5
Fallon said nothing during the briefing..as usual. Hell even when directly spoken to she usually just passed the questions off. She was there to listen, not debate on a course of action. She wasn't the team leader, she was the lead scout..her job was simple. Go in first and make sure she hits all the traps first.
Well that or take first scope but this situation didn't seem to need that tactical viewpoint that others did. Regardless, Fallon brought her silver case with her on every mission. It contained the pieces needed to assemble her rifle. Russian made rifle that she let nobody else touch, it turned bullet proof glass from a safety into an oxymoron.
Her gaze shifted, she knew who was looking at her. It was always him. Her thousand yard stare found him now. It was hard to interpret what mood she was in, especially with that cold gaze she always seemed to have. Fallon watched him for moments before shaking her head twice and turning her gaze back to the front again.
Fallon had spoken a few times and most of what she said was advice, the last time she had spoken was after Jake had hounded her with questions, she nearly broke his nose and said: "You have nothing to be happy about..none of us do. We kill and nothing more." This was almost three months ago now, she hadn't said a word since in that accent of hers.
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Post by The Reaper on Feb 10, 2010 0:37:00 GMT -5
Danil kept his cold expression fixed, pondering the situation. He wasn't planning on speaking up, of corse. That was, untill Jake mentioned his name in some crude joke, practically mocking his skills.
He turned his gaze towards him, and his eyes locked with Jakes. The ice cold eyes of someone that had seen too many battles. The eyes of someone whom had been trained to do only two catigories: kill, and win.
"If something happens to me, Jake.." he stated, coldly, "it wouldnt be the enemy pulling the trigger against me." It was a dark, humorless joke, that reflected on the fact that practically half of the team didn't trust him. And those that did, certainly didn't want to.
He returned his gaze, and continued with his thoughts. That kid..he's going to need to wise up, soon. Or else, the real world will hit him like a ton of bricks..he thought to himself. His mind began to wander, and eventually it came back to the subject of the two innocent, little girls. But his thoughts werent like everyone elses. No..he himself had done things just as, if not even more, horrible as that. His mind went back to the days in the russian millitary, of when he was just a mindless dog that followed orders to the letter. One specific time they had to raid a town, and he had been given the order to gun down anything that wasnt his unit. And of corse, some omnipotent body, some unknown force goverened that small family to come running at his post..
He closed his eyes, as the images of his automatic rifle firing, of the woman falling..they were becoming real again...
There he was, standing at his post. His friend Boris was busy lighting cattle on fire. It was something fun to do to pass the time. And sometimes the meat under the burned flesh would be perfect to eat. His mouth watered slightly at the thought of it. His commander, Yakov, was gone to the bathroom. He was alone at his post. And he was starting to think about her again. Suddenly, he sees movement. And before he can even think, his reflexes get the better of him. He lifted his rifle and fired. Blood splattered, as the figure fell to the ground. Leaving a mall child in a state of shock, as he got down next to his dead mother. "Mommy..?" the boy said, his words echoing in Danil's memory. Danil had walked up towards the child, not sure what to say or do. Before he could come to a conclusion, he lowered his head. A dark shadow shielded his eyes from view. Click. The child looked up, watery eyed as he had heard a sound. He was still in shock, and hadnt actually accepted that his mother had a hole in her head. "Whats wrong with momm-" BANG!
Danil reopened his eyes, the sound of the gunshot still fresh in his mind. He attempted to banish his memories, and pay more attention.
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Post by Hanhan on Feb 10, 2010 10:28:42 GMT -5
The Lieutenant gave a nod to Max for what he admired as a well thought out theory. He turned to face a small dry erase board on the wall to write 'terrorism' down in black. It was when his back was turned that he could hear the team members continuing with their usual banter. Though they seemed at it much more than usual.
"Not bad. Well thought out," He said, giving a nod to Max as he turned back around. By the way he moved his gaze around the room, it was easy to tell that the following comment was directed toward the team as a whole but mostly toward Jacob - who at the moment was being rather interruptive.
"I would appreciate if we could become a little more focused, people. I wouldn't want to have to make anyone sit in the corner. Unless of course you prefer that I treat you like grade schoolers. Anything else to add?"
"Rodger that checkpoint alpha. We'll check in every twenty minutes or so." It was JJ on comms. He was communicating with the bridge blockade. At least it was nice to know that not everything in Milfort was seemingly falling apart.
After the interruption, Richard spoke up. "Now don't go getting pissed off, but about a week ago I did get a call from Officer Newrock. I went to her appartment to see how she was, and it turns out she did some of her own research. May I?" He motioned toward the dry erase board. Gavin stepped aside, though he didn't seem particularly pleased.
Richard stepped up and began a rather crude drawing that only vaguely resembled the Manta island. Were it not for the label no one would have gotten it. He then began drawing small circles around the island, and he filled them in with street addresses.
"Obviously this isn't to scale, but each of these addresses is the approximate location of the murders over the last few months. If we had a map of the city to look at right now - there's no need to, you can take my word for it - we would see that not one of these murders took place more than six blocks away from the bridge to Manta, and most of them occured within four."
"So you're suggesting that the connection between the murders and Manta is stronger than we're presuming, Richard?" Gavin started questioning him immediately, and Richard went to sit back down. "Also, not bad. Now, can either of you dis---"
"Alpha I've lost video feed. Is everything alright?" JJ asked through his earpiece, once again interrupting. Gavin deemed what he said important enough to put the briefing on hold, however.
"Checkpoint Alpha I repeat I've lost video feed, someone respond."
"Put it on speaker."
JJ hit a button on the console and the room burst into white noise. JJ looked up at the Lieutenant. "Must be some kind of interference.."
"Keep trying."
"Checkpoint Alpha do you copy? This is Milfort PD. Simmons? Any--"
The white noise was suddenly intermixed with other sounds. None particularly good, but all members of the team would certainly recognize it.
Gunfire
"Gah fu....check...lpha...wha...fuc.........erywhere...." The message was way too unclear to be understood. But gunfire meant there was trouble. The briefing had been cut short.
"Maxwell, Prentice. Get down to the armory, get the weapons, ammo, everything. Summers, you help them. Thane I want you to get your ass down to the garage and start the van. Talcos, Ivanov, get downstairs to the lockers and get everything else; kevlars, gloves, helmets, everything else." He pointed to the large duffel bags near the door and then turned his back to the team to face the console. He got on the phone with the police chief to inform him of the situation and suggest patrols and blockades in that area of Milfort - it was possible that some of the suspects got passed the blockade, and that they were considered to be dangerous.
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Post by ~L~ on Feb 10, 2010 13:07:36 GMT -5
Mariam wore a half-smile through all; Danil's appropriate, if outlandish and coarse, joke, the Lt.'s approval and complaint, which brought another audible snicker from her as she ran fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. Her brow quirked as Rich interrupted a second time.. -He must really be on edge.. breaking in twice at one sitting, that's just not like him.-
She thought as her brow furrowed with mention of Becky.. a.k.a 'Madam VigiLOSTe'. It wasn't her reaction that troubled Mariam, but the whole 'going rogue' routine.. it just didn't seem right, but she shrugged it off. Grief does things to people. -That much I know all to well.. but the nickname helps-
Sitting bolt upright as John's comm ambience went to static, her head tilted in anxious listening, knowing this would be it... the culmination of the wrong feeling... She swallowed a lump and began to relax her posture again.
Gunfire
-Bingo.. oh God...- She thought, as her chair was kicked from beneath her instinctively, an all too familiar rush following. The feeling composed of equal parts; self-satisfaction at still being able to rely on her gut, a wave of nausea that came with the sound that takes lives, and the burning exhilaration of knowing her own life would be on the line all too soon.
"Oh.. shi-... " The fearfully soft words from her lips trailed off right as Lt. Gavin snapped into action, she moved for the door quickly. Tugging at the key-clip looped on the back beltloop of her jeans, she tossed the key to her locker to Talcos or Danil, whomever happened to be standing closer, wordlessly entrusting them to snag her gear from her locker while they were grabbing essential extras."Sir !! M243's ((smoke grenade launcher)) and thermals, Cap?" She asked almost rhetorically, refering to him as captain again out of bad habit.
"Don't you dare drop that Remington case." She warned as she cleared the door, making for the armory and already gripping the key and access card required. She knew her 'warning' was just lip-service, but at least it might make whomever went for it a bit more cautious... it was a bit primitive, but it was her baby.
"C'mon Rich, keep up or you'll be late for the partay" She added in a loud playful voice that got her strange looks from passing officers, then smirked knowing he was likely right on her heels the whole time.
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Post by The Necromancer on Feb 10, 2010 19:02:14 GMT -5
Jake stared coldly at Danil, undisguised hatred in his eyes. "You might just be right, Danil... watch your back." he spoke low enough that only Danil could hear, his hand hovering near his pistol. "I've heard the rumors about your past. I know that you'd be better off dead than alive. But i'm not gonna be the one to pull the trigger." he spoke quickly and quietly, keeping the conversation between himself and Danil. "yet" he added, a half smirk on his face.
Then the comms went to static. Jake's attention snapped up, his eyes lingered on Fallon for a few seconds before he heard something he wished he hadn't... Gunfire
He jumped up, listening to Gavin's commands. Hearing no commands delivered to himself, he went to his locker, and while he was gearing up, he dialed his girlfriend on the phone.
"Annie?" he spoke, his voice quiet and wavering slightly "Hi Jake!" she said brightly, her happiness practically spouting out the phone. "We're going to Manta Corp's Island. Something attacked the bridge barricade. Listen, they say it might be terrorists. I want you to get out of town as soon as possible." "Why, Jake?" she asked, her happiness having melted away leaving only fear and confusion "Because, whatever happened on that island isn't something you need to be around. Go to your sister's place."
He hung up the phone and started gearing up, catching a glimpse of Mariam off to do something. He checked her out and grinned to himself. He felt bad about looking at her with a potential catastrophe going on, but he didn't stop himself. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses and his shotgun, and slammed the door shut. Walking towards the garage, he switched his radio on and cocked the shotgun. He looked around for Danil. He loaded an extra bullet at the thought of Danil, and hoped to god he wouldn't have to use it.
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kitten
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Post by kitten on Feb 11, 2010 19:44:16 GMT -5
It sounded like a very critical situation. A simple in and out mission sounded out of the question. Fallon sighed and stood up, moving to gear up with the rest of her equipment, silver case in hand as well.
Fallon wasn't the type to try and act cool or anything, she was simply quiet and focused almost all the time. Many times she had been asked to join the team on off-duty outings but declined quickly, choosing to go back to her apartment and..well nobody really knows. Many wild rumors flew around about her spare time but Fallon couldn't care, she usually just read a book or went for a jog.
One thing was for certain about her. You order it, she delivers. Her North American record had 47 confirmed kills by her scope and over 60 insertions since she joined the team. She was no slouch when it came to following orders usually. The odd time she has been known to be the lone wolf she once was, being a team was certainly different for her.
Fallon reached the truck and loaded herself in the back, waiting for the team to depart to the would-be warzone.
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Post by David on Feb 15, 2010 16:07:29 GMT -5
Luc continued to ignore everyone's stupid chatter. He wondered how they all had managed to function as a group since the way they kept acting was quite... idiotic.
As soon as he heard the gunshots and distress signal, he quickly ran out of the room and headed to the armory. First thing he got, was his sub-machine gun; a MP5A3 that had a reflex sight and a laser sight on it. He checked it to see if it was still in condition, which it was. After he did so, he began to secure ammunition for his team. He carried 4 clips of each weapon, except for the sniper rifles, he decided to carry 2 extra since snipers wouldn't have much rounds in their clips. Once he secured the ammo, he put donned on his kevlar armor and headed toward the van. He passed everyone their ammunition and then got inside. He cocked both his guns and now waited to move out.
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Post by The Reaper on Feb 15, 2010 21:59:55 GMT -5
When Jake had glared hatefully at Danil, not even a slight change of expression could be detected from him. He didn't even bother to reply to his..threats. Those threats were meaningless to him. Danil had long ago cast aside any trace of the emotion of fear. Fear made you hesitant. He read once, a story about a man who had learned he only had but a week to live. Needless to say, live he did. He lived in that week more then most people live all their life. Several times he had gotten into a shoot out. But unlike his opponants, whom didn't want to die, he already considered himself a dead man. So he wasn't hesitant, at all. And that made him walk away from every single fight unscathed.
Danil made a small mental note of how Jake blatently disobeyed his orders that were given to him. Perhaps he hadnt realised he was given orders, seeing as how they used last names. It didn't matter, Danil hurried with Mariam's keys, and grabbed her equipment as he got the rest of it. He then hurried off to the van and handed out everyones equipment, not even shedding Jake a glance. His expression was professional. So cold, hard to read. Danil would have made an excelent poker player, as he rarely, if at all, showed any emotion.
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Post by Hanhan on Feb 16, 2010 8:51:32 GMT -5
Richard was indeed right on Maxwell's heels. Down the stairs, left, armory down the hall. He made a mental check as he went. By the time they had reached the door, Richard had already gotten in front and was punching in the code entry before slamming through the door. With the help of Maxwell and Summers, Richard loaded the necessary equipment into a very large duffel bag. Cases, ammunition boxes. It could all be sorted out later. In the middle of a crisis there was just no time for everyone to grab their own gear. Efficiency was one of Gavin's most important rules.
One could see the strain Rich exerted as he hoisted the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder and proceeded out of the room, down another flight of stairs, and into the garage. Most of the team was already there it seemed. Richard loaded the bag into the back of the van and proceeded to gear up with everything but his primary weapon. He jumped into the driver's seat and started up the vehicle.
Gavin waited a good five minutes in the briefing room with JJ. They were both monitoring the comms but with no luck. "Alright, we're heading out Jarvis. Continue to monitor the situation. The chief has already been notified and blockades are being set up in a five block radius, just to be safe. Coordinate with them until you hear from me again."
"Understood, Lieutenant."
But Gavin was already out of the room, helmet on and heading toward the garage. He was pleased to see that everyone was prepared and ready to go.
"Alright everyone in, lets MOVE!"
Rich remained in the driver's seat and Gavin jumped in the back along with the rest of the team. The gear was distributed. Carbines and rifles, four clips each, with Maxwell being the exception of course. The same went for secondaries. As for the two shotgun toting team members, fifty shells total - give or take. This was not a 'kill on sight' operation, after all, but it was also good to be prepared.
Richard stepped on the gas as three patrol cars drove up the ramp and turned their sirens on. At about that time, Gavin gave a quick talk.
"Alrightremember people, suspects are considered hostile but we are going in to take them alive. Keep your fire controlled, incapacitate but do not kill. At least until we have some idea of what is going on. Understood?"
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Post by David on Feb 17, 2010 18:58:08 GMT -5
Luc just waited in the back seat of the vehicle. He looked rather bored... Perhaps because of the fact that things like these didn't put excitement or fear in his body.
He checked his equipment again just to be sure he was ready. His MP5A3, his USP; which was silver in color, his PDA that had various applications for hacking and tracking down targets, his knife; which he carried around with him almost everywhere, as a means of self-defense. He also checked the rest of his equipment, when he did, it seemed like everything was in order. He closed his eyes and just sit back and waited for the car to reach its destination.
However, when he did close his eyes, it started to bring back memories... A much younger Luc in shock... as someone who was covered in shadows, shot down his adoptive parents.
Then the scene changed, Luc awakening in a hospital bed, his body covered in bandages and his left arm in massive pain, due to it being shot. He was lucky, multiple fractures, bruises and a gun shot to the arm... he was quite lucky... he had almost bleed out.
Luc couldn't help but cry after he woke up... He had lost everything... Everything. He reopened his eyes. He could shed tears no more. All he cared about, was bringing that asshole down.... So that he could finally move on with his life. It was the reason he became part of Milfort's SWAT unit.
That man never left Milfort... all he did was hide. He was out there... and he was going to take him down.
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