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Post by The Necromancer on Feb 18, 2010 18:22:09 GMT -5
Jake was lost in thought in the van. He'd heard the orders assigned to him and hadn't cared. All he could think of was the one thing he didn't want to think of. Suzanne Altimir had been one of his best friends, along with her murderer, Michael Thompson. His friend Michael had let him in on his plan to kill her, and Jake had thought it a joke.
He lured her out to the park, all the while thinking about the prank Michael was gonna play. His grin faded when Mike emerged from the shadows, his daddy's pistol cradled in his hands. He leveled the gun at Suzanne's chest and fired. Jake tackled him and wrested the gun from his grip. He ran to the nearest phone and called the police.
His mind snapped to the present and he looked around, taking the time to take a look at Mariam again and check the safety was on his shotgun, he grinned widely at Luc. He knew Luc thought he was an idiot. He was pretty sure they all did. He enjoyed the fact that noone took him seriously.
Jake was pretty sure not even battle hardened and coldly intelligent Danil knew how dangerously skilled Jacob Thane really was. He pretended to be a fool to keep up the charade that he was inexperienced and foolish.
He gave Gavin a grin as he showed up, all the while keeping his finger hovering near the safety on his gun. Some would call him paranoid, he preferred the term 'aware'.
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Post by kitten on Feb 26, 2010 18:43:24 GMT -5
Fallon nodded to her superior before glancing away into nothing. Lost in her own thoughts that were never shared with others. Nobody knew much about Fallon and that was the way she liked it. The less friends she made, the easier it was to complete her job at the end of the day.
Her file suggested a great number of things however. Years a special operations sniper apparently had caused her to lose her voice, choosing silence over useless noise. Fallon was also extremely insensitive. Though a cute face might suggest a colorful girl..they would be wrong. Fallon couldn't care less about the personal woes of others. Only her superiors were allowed to look at her file, it explained why she was transferred over seas. Instead of being discharged, the US sought a better use for her.
A comms recording, translated from Russian explained the last mission she had. As the situation had it, a building was rigged to blow at the hands of a Georgian activist, he himself was wired with explosives. A simple sniper job. Fallon was lead, her second had shot however until the comms picked up...
"No go..no go. Target has acquired a human shield, no shot..repeat no shot. Commander?"
"Sit rep suggests he's nervous..I don't think he has the balls to blow himself up......"
"So what do we do?"
"Target is using a group of families around himself..Fallon..report."
Fallon didn't respond, only the sound of her breathing was heard as she thought of what to say..that's why the horrifying communication was broadcast.
"Shot acquired..." Fallon said calmly..eerily.
"How the hell do you have a shot Fallon?! I have a better sight than you!!"
"Fallon you do not have permission to fire!"
Too late, three bodies dropped along with the terrorist. Shields were useless against a high caliber rifle. The task force stared in silence and shock as Fallon had just dropped half a family to kill one man without blinking. All was silent for a mere moment..until she spoke up only once.
"Situation defused.."
"....He's....He's down...so is Fallon's mother..and two brothers......They're...they're down.."
Fallon glanced around the back of the truck once, the casual and seemingly bored stare to her as usual. At peace others would call it. No interest in anything really, just waiting while her hands caress as the silver case in her lap.
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Post by The Reaper on Mar 3, 2010 15:58:31 GMT -5
Danil checked his ammo, for the third time. Right. He made sure that the safety of his weapon was on, but kept his finger reflexivly above it. A gun that can't shoot ain't worth the effort. His weapons seemed good, as did his ammo after checking them for the forth time. His old sarge used to always tell them, 'Know your weapon and ammo inside and out. To loose count of how much ammo you have is to not have enough when you need it.'
After checking everything for the fifth time, he pulled out his personal combat knife, and tested its sharpness, the blade glinted slightly in the light. It looked almost sharp enough to split a hair. The brass knuckles that lined the hilt sported five spikes on them, just in case. Danil was an expert with this knife. He could practically preform open back surgery using just this blade. He then sheithed it slowly, and looked around.
His eyes rested themselves on Fallon. Ah, Fallon. She and him had quite a lot in common. He and her had more in common then anyone else here had in common with either of them. But ironically, it was because of this that they never actually spoke, they both were too professional for anything other then a mutual understanding to develop.
His eyes resumed their scanning, and layed themselves on Jake oncemore. He didn't really make any expression, his eyes were simply wandering as was his mind, so truthfully he was only looking at Jake absently, lost in thought. He stared for a moment at him. There was always something about that kid that was a little off. He acted like a complete buffoon. Too much so, that it actually seemed suspicious to Danil, whom back in the day specialized in gathering 'information.' Sometimes that information crucually depended on how the person with the information acted during the process. He could tell that Jake was putting up some Facade with his blatent idiocy act. Might want to keep an eye on him, his type were normally the ones to sell you out to the enemy just because you ate the last of the rations.
Danil looked away, further losing himself in thought of how his teammates must have despised him. It would have been funny, actually. None of them but him and Fallon knew of the harsh realities of war, and yet they judged him because of it.
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Post by ~L~ on Dec 6, 2010 15:27:00 GMT -5
After helping Rich pack up the field equipment and base gear, Mariam layed out a seperate duffle for speciaalty gear including high powered ammunition as well as nonlethal rounds, determined in her own mind not to take any lives she could help spare, whether they were guilty of something or not. She grabbed a full case of gas grenades and flashbangs in case ~someone~ had neglected to stock the response van, sliding the duffle for Rich to add to the stack.
She shouldered a launcher-case and took off after him at a trot, grimacing as she realized she hadn't asked Ivanov's skinny Russian ass to grab her uniform along with her gear. She snarled wordlessly as she opted to keep up with long-legged Prentice instead of giving Gavin a reason to bitch about timing, which she knew was more important to him than even gearing properly much less just dressingout in proper uniform.
She shot Gavin a grin prickled with nervousness, still sort of awestruck that her gut had been so right, Sliding the cases under the seat benches and taking her gearbag and guncase from Danil with a thankful nod. -He never did respond well to verbal or flattery "thankyou's"- She managed to flash him a meaningful grin as she dug out pieces of her uniform, the urge to poke at the stoic and reserved man was nigh irresistable. The general atmosphere around the team was already verging on dire intensity and she couldn't stand it, they weren't even on site, yet!!
"!Ay dios mio! So you did grab my uni, Danil. Glad I can count on your determination that I be as fully clothed as possible in a pinch!! I wouldn't be -that- distracting, would I?" She teased with a snerk as she changed into the uniform quickly in the dim light of the SWAT van, business overshadowing the need for modesty... hell the precinct showers -were- co-ed, so it mattered little. She felt at her back pocket gingerly, her mouth suddenly cottony, knowing the flask would be there. Gritting her teeth she removed it from her pocket and stuffed it into the dufflebag, selfconscious about someone probably noticing the thing... Most knew about her alcoholism as it was and the last thing she wanted was to be bitched at about it now, of all times.
To be safe and deflect attention, she decided now was a good time for a bit of presite tactical talk, addressing Gavin as the door slammed shut. "So Tommy, are we still riding blind or do we have a plan? Dios sabe me gusta correr con toros(God knows I like running with bulls), but even then I like having escape routes, so... How are we tackling this thing? Full squad, pairing off, Red and Blue(two teams), or are we just gonna throw lead to the four winds, put on our D.A.-challenging faces and freeball it?"
She addresses seriously, becoming far less serious at the last, a joking smile painted on her face as she slipped rounds into her Remmington, slipping it back into it's case to begin dressing a carbine with nonlethal mags and holstering it on the gear wall of the van, freely passing out ammo and pairs of tactical grenades to each team member since she and "Cap'n Gav." sat nearest the doors and cases.
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Post by Hanhan on Dec 10, 2010 11:22:45 GMT -5
"This is your pilot speaking, we'll be hitting the shores of beautiful, scenic Manta Island in about ten minutes. Hold your hats, please." It was Rich at the wheel, not bothering to look back as he hit the gas pedal, the van lurching forward before quickly picking up speed, right behind the patrol cars. Gavin, like everyone else, was busy gearing up. They were more than prepared. Rappeling gear, first aid kits, lethal and less-than-lethal weaponry. The Captain gave a nod to Mariam, noting that she had thought ahead with bringing the M243 case. That had slipped his mind and he was glad she was there to remember. Gavin loaded a clip into his rifle, resting it on his lap after double checking that the safety was on. God forbid that this situation get any worse.. He tried to hide it but the stress was ever so slightly visible. This mission had him more on edge than usual. Thankfully, he excelled under pressure.
Gavin had noticed the flask that Mariam tried so well to hide. He wanted to say something, but now just wasn't the time, so he let it go, letting her believe that she had hid it successfully unless someone else piped up. Mariam's questions brought an inward sigh of relief to the Gavin. Focus, focus..everything is going to go fine. Hostages saved, suspects arrested, medals for everyone. He shook away those thoughts and gave a nod to the woman. "You know how we operate, Mariam. Standard procedure for us. We'll start with the closest building to our entry point, which I believe...I believe is Manta's main warehouse on the island. Clear, move to the next, and breaking off into smaller teams as needed."
He paused for a moment, looking at each squad member individually. It was hard to note what they were thinking but he had a fairly good idea. It made sense that they might be on edge, like he was. He felt that Mariam's humor was her attempt to cover that up, as were the coping mechanisms of the others. "We don't have alot of intel on just what went on down there, but we know the suspects are armed and dangerous, so I want everyone alert." With that said, Gavin turned his gaze downward toward his hands. He remained quiet for the rest of the ride.
The Van eventually came to a stop, the police sirens from the squad cars outside turning off, although the lights were still flashing. They bathed the street in alternating red and blue light. "We're here, Prentice?" Gavin asked, having gotten lost in his own thoughts for a moment. Richard, however, didn't reply. Not for a few moments at least. And when he finally did, it wasn't to the Captain's question.
"Oh God..."
The scene illuminated by headlights and police lights was enough to make anyone lose their voice. The bridge blockade, good officers that had been assigned to keep people from getting in or out of the presumed hostage situation.. four of those six officers were lying dead in pools of their own blood. They all bore markings of a brutal attack, vicious scratches and knife wounds, among other things. Gavin put a hand on Rich's shoulder. He didn't know for sure but, he did know that Rich was good friends with a number of officers. It was hard to tell who these four were, though.
Gavin leaned over the large Irishman, talking through the driver side window, presumably to the officers. "Yes I know there were six officers posted here, yes.. but we can't risk that. Call for backup, we'll have the whole damn precinct out there searching for those bastards and the two officers, hopefully they're still alright.." He tried to sound hopeful but, he wasn't envious of the two officers' fates, wherever they were. "We need to investigate, so you stay here, call for backup. Good, alright. Stay alert, and stay safe." Gavin ducked back into the Van and took his seat while Richard stepped on the gas after the way was cleared, beginning to cross the bridge to Manta Corp Island. The Main Warehouse, the closest building to the bridge itself, was looming up ahead.
Things have gone from bad to worse after all..
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Post by David on Dec 10, 2010 13:33:31 GMT -5
Luc sighed as he took a seat next to Fallon, the Reaper as people called her. That nickname suited her quite well, since he swear he could sometimes see Death himself in her eyes. Next to him was Danil was well, someone he had a rivalry with, but no real ill manners with; unlike with Jake. He simply laid back and yawned a little. These late nights were killing his sleeping hours, especially since he hadn't gotten a break in the last week. He needed to catch up on some sleep soon enough. He wasn't sure how he was staying awake right now. Pure will power maybe, then again, he wasn't the type who had fluffy cloud dreams. Though perhaps even more nightmares were to come, when he saw the horrible mess of bodies just now.
Luc couldn't have imagined such horror as he watched the bodies of the of the four officers all mutilated. Such a horrible sensation in his stomach. He slowly stepped out of the car, touched the head of one of the officers, and then slid his hand down to where their eyes were, and shut them close. After doing so, he climbed back in the van, and pulled out his USP; taking off both the safety and cocking it, so that he would ready at a moment's notice.
"Looks like hell is coming tonight... And from the looks of things, we might be the lambs going to the wolves for slaughter. Man I pray that i'm wrong about that... I sure hope I am."
Luc looked across the bridge and began to have more goosebumps. This wasn't looking any safer or less eerie. Maybe it was just the darkness and such giving him these strange thoughts, then again, one could never be so sure, as lately, nothing seemed to make sense; with all the pointless killing now. What kind of terrorists would just use knives and such? Didn't make much sense. Sure it scared people, but what, no threats? No demands? No nothing. What the hell were their plans for this town? \\More importantly... the attack on the blockade... It didn't look like they were trying to break it, more like... "Test" it out. If they truly did want to get rid of it, wouldn't they have just given it all they had? Not just take out a few officers? These were going through Luc's head over and over. He didn't like it, but he just couldn't get it out of his head. Then again, thinking it through one's head wasn't going to get him anywhere.
Answers were waiting for them on the other side of that bridge. Gavin made the right choice in bringing in back-up, because they were going to need everything in their power, if they wanted to catch these sick assholes. Luc was just waiting impatiently for the van to stop. He just wanted to get this over with. He didn't want to spend the entire night going through Manta Corporation's warehouses and such... Especially if those terrorists or lunatics at this point he thought, were hanging around and could spring up at any moment. He just wanted to go in, use his PDA to see if he could get some lights and such back up to the entire island, and then just watch all the freaks of nature get arrested so he can finally have a good night's sleep... At least, that was what he wished. Nothing ever went as planned, when you dream or wish it up.
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Post by The Reaper on Dec 14, 2010 22:11:38 GMT -5
Danil had rechecked his ammo and supplies. He was now found twirling his own personal combat knife between his fingers. He wasn't necessarily bored, he simply couldn't think of anything else to do while he waited to reach their destination. It was only when the road got somewhat bumpy that he decided now wasn't the best time to twirl a razor sharp blade while right next to his colleagues. He sheathed it and absently pulled out a locket, staring at it as he waited to arrive at their objective.
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Post by The Necromancer on Dec 16, 2010 15:51:24 GMT -5
Jacob snapped to attention as they arrived, and looked out the front window. He grinned to himself when he saw the officer's corpses. Shaking his head he turned to Max. "Reminds me of back at the Factory, when those crazy cannibal bastards took all those hostages. Remember that?"
He smiled constantly, even when looking at the mutilated corpses. Muttering to himself, he opened the Van's door and stepped out, breathing in the air. Looking at Max, he leaned towards her and muttered; Save some of that for me.
His eyes flicked towards the flask, and he smirked at her, then walked away, Muttering to himself. He looked around at the darkened buildings, smirking.
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Post by Hanhan on Jan 14, 2011 12:36:43 GMT -5
Not long after crossing the bridge, Gavin spotted an adequate entrance point. They would start with the warehouse, clear it out room by room and then make their way to the rest of the island facilities - namely the office complex and the biolabs. It seemed like a good idea to check the security stations as well, as they might have some camera footage that would help shed some light on what had happened. Their priority of course, was to get any civilians out. Hostiles were to be treated on a return fire only basis, as it was strongly believed they were keeping hostages. Gavin ordered Prentice to stop the van before turning to address the squad and reiterated those points that he just ran through his head. They're a good bunch. They know what to do. After that bit of reassurance, he gave a nod. Gavin had memorized alot of the blueprints and layout of the island. They were as prepared as they could have been. "Alright, everyone out!" The rear doors were practically thrown open by whoever was sitting closest and one by one the squad would pile out, alert and with weapons ready. Prentice cut the engine and pocketed the keys before moving to join with the others.
Gavin secured his helmet once outside, then gave a quick look toward the squad before pointing out the desired entry point. On the warehouse wall, there was a large loading bay door for trucks to unload and goods. On either side of that were two faculty entrances. They opened up into a very large storage room, separated only by a large conveyor belt that ran across the room, directly to the truck unloading bay door. Gavin pointed out the far door first.- "Maxwell, Prentice, Talcos, and Thane. - stack up on the far door, open and clear on my signal. I'm designating you four as Bravo for now for easier communication." Gavin always acted professional, and while most times he didn't mind when the squad did their own thing, he sincerely hoped that they would now show the professionalism he knew they could. There wasn't alot of room for cracking jokes anymore. Not that some won't try...
"The rest of you, with me, stack up on the door." Gavin signalled Summers and Ivanov to move with him to the nearest door. He reached it first, pressing his shoulder against the wall on the left side of the door while waiting for the other two to do the same on the opposite side. He waited a few moments for the rest of the team to position themselves on the far side of the loading bay. Gavin flicked his flashlight on, since the power was out it would likely be pretty dark once they got inside. Should be enough time. Time to do this. In a hushed voice, Gavin gave the command to enter. "Open and clear, remember, no one fires unless fired upon. Everyone stay alert. Go, go!" Gavin reached across the door, his arm pressing into it as his hand turned the knob. He quickly pushed it open and retreated back to the wall in one fluid motion, signalling Ivanov and Summers to enter. Flashlight beams danced across heavy crates and a large, seemingly empty storage room. Aside from crates that lined the walls, there wasn't a whole lot going on here.
On the other side, the team designated bravo was doing much the same, though there didn't seem like there was anything to find in this room but darkness. At the very least, the conveyor belt wasn't loaded with anything, which gave the two groups a clear line of sight to one another provided they had the help of their lights to see. Nothing...not a damn thing. Richard had been feeling on edge ever since they saw what happened at the blockade. Most of the officers were friends of his, but he couldn't even make out their faces. Those sick fucks are gonna pay, thats for sure. Richard brought the small cross necklace that he wore around his neck to his lips, his offering of a prayer for the fallen. His family had been very, very catholic, and when he was an adult he rebelled against it at first, though eventually found himself drawn back to religion. But there would be time to grieve later, he knew that. Now, they had to focus. Prentice touched his earpiece, speaking first. "Clear on this end, Cap."
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Post by David on Jan 18, 2011 12:58:11 GMT -5
Luc pulled out his sidearm, and kept his MP5 strapped on his back; as it was easier to quickly switch them out; if a gunfight broke out. He slowly pulled out his combat knife as well, and kept it together with his pistol, as he entered with Gavin and Ivanov.
Empty.... Just a lot of darkness and empty conveyor belts. This was nuts now! What the hell was going on? He couldn't even imagine what the hell had probably gone on here. Was this all that was left? Just bitter nothingness?
This area is clear captain. Whatever was happening here... doesn't seem like anyone or anything has been here for awhile. I hate to think what happened to all the workers here...
Luc was half expecting this, but quite frankly it was still bad. He had at least hoped, to find some sign of survivors; or at least to find that the place wasn't abandoned... but that was asking too much huh. This had gone from bad to worse. But worse to nightmare... he wasn't sure if such things could happen.
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