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Post by Scorpio on Sept 9, 2008 20:41:47 GMT
A few people had left the conference at this point, calling taxis and citing tiredness. LADONs bartender had done well. ***************************************************
"Suprised to see you here."
Paul stood next to Con, they'd worked together on an antarctic mission a while back.
"So how's life treating you?" ****************************************************
X entered the meeting hall soon afterwards to see the guests.
"Gentlemen, sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope Mr Baskerville wasn't too intimidating."
He invited everyone to sit and stood up on a small platform at the head of the room.
"Now shall we get down to business? Bask, you up for hanging around?"
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 9, 2008 22:37:25 GMT
"Sure." Baskervilles replied, taking a seat near the back, along with hispack of canines.
Of course, he sat like a dog.
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Post by Ty on Sept 10, 2008 1:57:22 GMT
"Hey.. Paul, right?" It took a moment for Con to connect a name to the face. "I've been better, thanks."
Con wasn't making eye contact. He was still trying to keep an eye out for anything strange. He was starting to notice an usual number of people leaving the event early. It was fairly boring, but not that boring.
Though he usually wasn't the talkative type, Con was glad to see someone he felt he could trust with sensitive information. His mind had been working all night, and he kind of needed someone to bounce some theories off of. He looked around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation, and that he hadn't lost track of Dr. Serizawa yet, then turned to Paul.
"I'm guessing you're not here just for kicks. You're on the job, right?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. "All over the world, highly respected doctors have mysteriously gone missing. Now, we've got ourselves a convention of the brightest minds around. It's not unreasonable that the same will happen here. Fair?
Riddle me this, Mr. McLeod: the situation in Alaska, hypnotherapy, and God knows what other medical marvels these men have locked in their heads. Who do we know who'd kill to acquire all that knowledge?"
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Post by Kan on Sept 10, 2008 3:14:04 GMT
Name: Kevin S. Cox Height: 6'2 Age: 29 BlackLight Codename: RidingStorm [Storm for short] LADON Codename: Samhill (As is "What in the sam hill was that?!" Eyes: brown Hair: dark red Specialties: Hand to Hand combat, mixture of many different styles, with SEAL fighting styles relevant, The ability to hide any emotion appearing completely Apathetic at times, Advanced close range warfare skills and marksmanship. Bio: Born in the southern US Kevin excelled in everything he attempted, a true prodigy, the captain of every team he was on, the student body president, if there was a leading position in school he was in it. He was also very well liked by his peers, despite his tenacity for quietness and sometimes outright apathy for certain things. When in high school he witnessed a mugging/murder while coming home from school. He had no visible emotion showing as he charged the murderer, ending up crippling him for life, through out the beating Kevin showed no emotion, even though later he would say he was scared sh*tless. As he finished high school he joined up with the coast guard, using them to pay for his college, he managed to finish his schooling within his 4 year enlistment, before he transfered to the Navy Seals. It would be in this he would encounter a BL agent, and ultimately end up saving his and the other SEAL's lives. BlackLight jumped at the opportunity to use the man, giving him the name "Riding Storm", within the next year he would ascend to the most elite ranks of BL, eventually replacing one of the current "The 3" members, the best of the best. Within the next few months he would be ordered to infiltrate LADONs operations, and even after 6 years he has remained undercover. Now he has been made one of LADON's acting agents, and one of the very few who have no alterations to their bodies. Kevin, now "SamHill" is more than competent, maybe even more that some of the altered agents, to do his job. As such him being in deep undercover he does not know of the attack on the BlackLight compound, led by his fellow "The 3" member, Helljumper, taking place at this moment. He is currently watching over the 'delegates' coming in to see the new presentation. His signature weapon is the Korobov TKB-022 assault rifle, a prototype from the 1960s Russia. It has however been modernized, it's overall length shortened, mainly the stock, in which the magazine slot was brought forward to the middle of the stock, and internal. it does still carry it's cherry red color. His personal side arm is the Sig Sauer Pro pistol. IC: I cross my arms, my rifle slung across my back and ready to be drawn at anytime. I watch as dog boy comes in, followed by our 'guests'. It makes me wonder sometimes why the others choose to modify their bodies. I mentally shrug, taking the time to scratch the back of my head as I yawn. It's been some time since I have had any contact with my commanders at BlackLight, but a necessary evil to keep my cover. I have been hearing rumors of a rogue agent, "Jackal" skirting from here to there, I even heard some of the higher ups muttering something about the BlackLight attack, which confused me as we never attack anybody en mass. It was making me slightly worried to be honest. I mentally shake my head and look up to and at Agent X, I've had 'the pleasure' of meeting him and speaking to him a few times, took everything I had not to try and kill his ass right then and there.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 10, 2008 10:22:56 GMT
"I'd hate to jump to conclusions. But you know who my first suspects are."
*************************************************** The conference was wrapping up now. Dr Serizawa got himself a taxi back to his hotel. He was nearly nodding off on the way back.
"Hey, driver, you missed the turn." He wrapped on the glass between the front and back of the taxi. "Sorry, you don't speak english or something right?"
He flicked through his pockets for a phrase book he'd picked up, too drowsy to notice right away that the taxi was actually heading towards the outskirts of the city. ***************************************************
"Gentlemen of the global criminal underworld. As you know various governments are working round the clock on anti terrorism and criminal initiatives trying to choke us off. Every time we put one down they bring up a new one. I'm here to offer you a chance to turn these groups to our favour."
"You talking bribes, threats or blackmail?" One of the meeting members spoke up.
"Hell no sir. Aside from taking from our own pockets the groups put their members through rigorous psychological testing, any guilty consciences will stick out like a sore thumb, therefore."
X clicked a button on his podium. A man resembling a tubby colonel saunders entered the room.
"May I introduce you to Senator Castle of the US anti terrorism council." The various groups of the room muttered angrily, was this a set up?
"Ah do believe, that terrorism investigations can do without harrasing certain esteemed members of our society. Like Mistuh Gambini here." The 'Senator' patted one of the meeting guests on the shoulder.
"Of course you all know that Senator Castle is at a groundbreaking ceremony today, so let me tell you a little bit about project schizoid."
"So...this ain't the real senator?"
"Think of him as, OUR senator."
A screen lowered showing several men going through advanced reconstructive surgery and behaviour modification.
"All criminal subjects of course, we buy them wholesale and turn them into anyone we choose. Politicians, doctors, military officers. All with the same memories and talents of the originals, along with 100% loyal to our cause."
"Hail LADON" Yelled the senator. ***************************************************
"You up for information sharing?" offered Paul. "I got some stuff you could look over. You're the better analyst."
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 10, 2008 11:21:21 GMT
David's head hung low as his eyes fluttered.
"I'm bored, but not that bored. What the hell is this?" He thought, biting onto his lower lip.
The pain brought him back, and David shook off the last remnants of drowsiness.
Looking around, he noticed many people leaving... all looking tired. "Ohhh sh!t. they must have spiked the drinks, probably the food to. They must be trying to get the doctors at their hotels!" He thought, cursing himself for not noticing before. He shook his head again before standing and walking to, stumbling really, the bathroom.
David flung open the door to a stall and forced himself to vomit, trying to clear whatever was in his system out.Hopefully it wasn't in his bloodstream already, but he wasn't sure. He washed his face and tried to stay focused as he walked to the main doors. As David opened the door he almost smashed the doorman in the face, and with a muttered apology he stumbled to a taxi.
He opened the door and got in the back before handing the driver a hundred dollar bill and saying "Get me to the Mirage hotel, right now." The driver took the bill and pocketed it before speeding away with the screech of burning tires.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 10, 2008 22:56:16 GMT
Paul took out his PDA and brought up a list of the missing doctors.
"Reconstructive surgeons, hemotologists, behavioral therapists......if I didn't know better I'd say the culprits were looking to change some faces, maybe more. But to what purpose?"
He took a USB memory stick out of his pocket.
"Bank codes for an account with a very generous sum. You still doing the for hire jobs?"
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Post by Kan on Sept 11, 2008 0:47:04 GMT
Regno leans his chair forward, "Muther f*ckers......." he mutters, a vein showing above his eye, "Those jerkoffs, I knew this was a good possibility, but seeing it pisses me off even more" he says to himself before slamming his fist into his chair.
"Not if I have anything to say about it, I worked my ass off making my controlling tech, and I will be damned before I let those LADON jerkoffs take over my field" Regno, for a moment, think's about making the observer shoot the so called senator but thinks better of it.
"No, I should do one better, make this public before they can get it going in full swing."
~~~~~~~~~~~ Samhill ~~~~~
Oh sh*t! I think to myself as I watch the look alike prance around the room, and hear the Same memories bit, this ain't good, if this is true he could pin point me as an undercover agent.
Wait, no think about it, they would have to already known I was an undercover agent for the look alike to know
I take a deep breath and let it out quietly, though still ready to draw my rifle at a seconds notice, no way I was going down without a fight.
OOC: Hey guys if yah can work something in about a rebellion at the BlackLight compound in the USA, if you have any questions just ask me, but I would like it mentioned at least once or twice.
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Post by Ty on Sept 11, 2008 3:40:09 GMT
"Absolutely," Con said. "The CIA is a nice source of steady income. But, I like to get work wherever I can." He glanced at the USB drive. "But you can put that away for now. I never accept payment before a job's done. It's bad luck."
Con took out his own PDA. Having to keep his eyes peeled all night, he'd almost forgotten he had it. Checking over a few files he'd borrowed from the CIA, he found which hotels most of the doctors were staying at. He started hacking into one of the hotel databases, and found some bad news.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. He turned back to Paul. "Anyway, we can discuss my terms later. Whatever our mutual friends have planned, I think it's already started." He pointed to his PDA. "As I'm sure you noticed, plenty of people left the conference already. Not so many made it back to their rooms to check in. Somehow, these guys managed to snatch the docs up right under our noses."
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 11, 2008 9:39:15 GMT
The hall was empty at this point. The LADON bartender was behind acting as casual as he could whilst trying to find the silenced handgun he had hidden.
"You're right. Plus our mutual friend the bartender is currently looking anxiously for a weapon."
Paul snatched up an empty wine glass as he stood and hurled it at the bartender. It smashed off his head stunning him as Paul leapt over and threw him against the back wall.
"Where are the doctors being taken?"
"Go to hell!"
Paul let him down and grabbed the ice bucket, smacking him across the face with it.
"Where?"
"Old bunker.....north up the river." The agent bit down on a hollow tooth and activated his cyanide capsule. "Hail LADON." He choked.
"It's a trap obviously, otherwise he'd have used the capsule first. I got a car outside and some supplies at the docks, you up for a fight?"
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"So what exactly do you charge for these things?" Asked one of the group at the meeting.
"Probably more than you can afford. This is the deal. LADON will be installing our puppets at various points in government and policing and YOU will pay to keep immunity from whatever laws WE deem to pass. The cost is 60% of your businesses in our favour."
That p*ssed a lot of people off.
"You're quite welcome to discuss it in private with Baskerville here, we might bargain you down if we feel generous. But know this."
He stood at a point were he could observe everyone in the room. Including the troops.
"LADON is aware of any attempt to screw us over. ANY attempt. Such as......." He suddenly pointed at agent samhill provoking a bit of panic from the occupants of the room, before shifting round to a man at the end of the table.
"CIA agent Charles Brown.....No joke friends, 'Charlie Brown' is attempting to spy on our operation here, very badly. Sam, why don't you show him how we feel about that." ***************************************************
Dr Serizawa tried again to open the doors to the cab. They were locked from the front and the windows were reinforced. They'd moved onto a road next to the river and were driving towards a cave entrance.
The doctor grabbed McCleods business card from his pocket, bending it to actrivate the tracking device.
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 11, 2008 10:26:15 GMT
But, before anything could happen, Baskervilles whistled.
"Hey, boss, uh, you want me to deal with him? 'Cause I could do either, you know. Kill the CIA operative, negotiate prices, whatever." he asked, getting a dog biscut out of his pocket and popping it in his mouth.
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Post by Kan on Sept 11, 2008 14:36:29 GMT
"Bite me dog" I say before glaring at the CIA agent and drawing my rifle from my sling.
In the very least I could be saving Brown from some brutal torture I think to myself before switching the safely off and sending a burst through the man's chest and forehead on the way down.
Without any emotion I resling my rifle and look to X, "Done".
~~~~~~~~~~ Regno ~~~~~
Regno would watch all this take place, his eyebrow cocking up a bit when he sees Samhill, recognizing him from his files.
"Well, I didn't expect you to be here Storm" he mutters.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 11, 2008 19:48:31 GMT
A yellow taxi pulled up the the Mirage hotel and resort. The lone occupant got out rather shakily, and started climbing the stairs leading to the main entrance.
"Come on, just up the steps, the elevator, then I can call command and sit back on some Hawaiian beach." David thought to himself, trying to keep himself together as he walked through the lobby. He must not have been doing a very good job, as someone walked up and helped him to the elevator.
"Dude, it's like one in the afternoon. Seriously." The twenty something said, giving David a easy excuse for his coordination. "Yeah, wild party with doctors and nurses... lotta booze." He replied, trying to keep his eyes open. He punched the button for the third floor, and soon they were there.
"I'll take it from here, mate." David said, dismissing the good samaritan. "Alrighty." He replied simply, walking back to the elevator.
David fumbled with his keys, trying to find the right one. As if by magic, the door opened on the third try, and he stumbled in. David practically fell onto the bed, and tried to crawl across to the phone. What was only a few feet felt like a marathon. Just as his hand was about to reach the landline David stopped. He didn't own a laptop, so why was there an open one on his table?
"Oh. Sh!t."
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Post by Ty on Sept 11, 2008 20:22:40 GMT
"Just about..."
Con quickly ducked behind the bar, rummaging around for a moment, and grabbed the pistol the bartender had been going for.
"Bring the car around to the front. I'll meet you there in a minute. Just have to get something else first."
He gave friendly salute and jogged for the stairs. He still had the rest of his gear stashed upstairs, and he didn't want to walk right into a trap without it.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 11, 2008 20:56:22 GMT
"Good work agent. We'll make a murderer out of you yet."
X checked his terminal at the head of the table. The new doctors had made it.
"Okay, I've got some work to do, so how about Baskerville takes you gentlemen on a tour of the facility, let you know you get your moneys worth before you sign over. Just the unrestricted areas of course." ****************************************************
Paul waited out front with the car and checked his PDA, a blip had came up from his tracker giving a good place to start looking.
When Con got down they could pick up the gear and a boat then go down river. **************************************************
One of the I-AMs walked out of the shadows in the room and kicked david to the floor. The rest stepped out and drew their short swords.
The screen of the laptop flashed 'play me' over and over as one button flashed red.
The robot picked David up and pushed him down onto the table again, pointing silently at the laptop as if demanding he play the message.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 11, 2008 21:25:29 GMT
David was seated. Hard.
He looked at the man standing next to him and smiled.
"Press it yourself, asshat."
"Or, you could try beating me. I'm sure that would work."
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Post by Ty on Sept 11, 2008 21:51:37 GMT
Less than a minute later, Con came out of the main entrance carrying his black bag on his back. Apparently, he had changed back into his street clothes.
"All set," he said as he opened the passenger side door. He sat down and dropped the bag at his feet, then closed the door. "So, any idea where we're going?"
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 11, 2008 22:40:56 GMT
I-AM grabbed Davids hand and dislocated several fingers before pressing the play key himself. A symbol of a serpent like dragon appeared on screen.
"To the man calling himself George Enos." A distorted voice spoke. "Never mind that we had no need for an endocrinologist, but it's an insult that you would begin to assume that a half baked cover like that would fool us for a second."
The robot pulled a stilleto dagger from his belt and held Davids broken hand to the table.
"Therefore, we're making an example of you."
The dagger came down through his palm effectively securing David to the table. The robots started vacating the room as a timer came on screen reading 1:00.
"A simple gas bomb using Iocaine poison. Quite lethal, but it'll be limited to this room and dissapate soon after, you'll just be another unsolved mystery."
The last I-AM out the door made sure to hang a 'do not disturb' sign as a last irony.
"Goodbye 'doctor'"
0:59 0:58 0:57 ***************************************************
Paul got into the car and started up. Handing his PDA to Con as he drove.
"The bartender mentioned a bunker complex up river, there were rumors after the second world war about huge underground complexes. LADON must have found one."
He headed towards the docks.
"They must have picked up Dr Serizawa, the hypnotist at the conference, a good friend of mine. He has a tracking device so we've got a rough estimate of the location. I've got a boat and a few weapons in a boathouse. We'll take it down river and check things out."
"You still the tech expert you were in the antarctic?"
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 11, 2008 23:09:53 GMT
David shifted his hand as the dagger came down, not quite getting it away, but making sure that the knife would only cut through the soft flesh near his thumb. That didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch.
"Gah.. ahah.." David let out several grunts as the man stabbed the knife through his hand. "Note to self... never go undercover again." He thought, listening to the message and watching a countdown begin. The door behind him clicked shut.
"Come on!" He tried to pull the knife from his hand, but only managed to make the wound hurt even more. David got a good grip with his right hand and PULLED. The knife came free with a small spray of blood and a new wave of pain.
Clutching his injured hand David staggered to the phone, his sleepiness forgotten. He picked up the receiver and spoke without dialing.
"Hangfire.. Terrorist organization is involved. They somehow can produce Iocaine poison. I need the Nightmare Frame." He hung up and checked the display on the computer that sat on the table.
20... 19...
Pulling out his Glock, David walked over to the door and set his hand on the knob.
"This might be the last stupid thing I ever do..." He thought.
"Let's find out..."
He opened the door and scanned the hallway with his pistol.
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Post by Ty on Sept 12, 2008 2:06:56 GMT
While Paul spoke, Con looked in his bag to quickly take inventory. A few tracking chips, some rope, various chords for easy computer hacking, four tranquilizer pens, a pistol with silencer, a flash grenade, and for real emergencies, a full-auto glock. How are we gonna do this? he thought. Slow and silent, or loud and messy?
"I might be a little rusty, but yeah. Just tell me what you need."
Con looked at Paul's PDA, noting the signal it was receiving from the tracking device Serizawa had. He got a cord out of his bag and plugged his own PDA into Paul's. He downloaded the tracking software onto his own PDA, then uploaded a few files to Paul: some general intel on the missing scientists (probably nothing he doesn't already have, but it's good to be thorough), and a wifi chat program.
"I just uploaded my chat client to your PDA. It's nothing special, but it'll let us communicate quietly up to about 50ft."
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 12, 2008 22:55:33 GMT
"Nice, I'll take what I can get at this point."
McLeod eventually stopped the car at a boathouse and led Con inside, locking the door behind them. A few crates were stacked against the walls along with a tarp covered boat.
"The lab boys like to call this baby Lightning." Paul pulled back the tarp revealing a customised speedboat with a black and blue colour scheme.
"Hidden minigun, torpedo launchers, radar invisible and the fastest thing in water that you'll find on the continent currently."
He opened another crate and picked out some weapons. His own Walther and a gyrojet pistol along with two larger rifles.
"I assume you're aware of the gyrojet project started during the vietnam war? Minaturised rocket launchers. Well my agency has been sticking with the concept."
He handed one of the rifles over to Con.
"You get five shots a magazine. Self propelled projectiles with an armour piercing tip. Don't fire it at anything too close to yourself. You bring a conventional side arm I assume?"
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Post by Ty on Sept 13, 2008 0:22:26 GMT
Aside from an admiring whistle, Con was speechless at the sight of the boat. Moreso when he got a look at the gyrojet gear. He took a second and turned the rifle over in his hands.
"Dude, we really have to hang out more often." He pulled out his pistol. "Yeah, right here. I've got a silencer for it, but I'm starting to get the impression we won't be sneaking in undetected and swiftly spiriting away into the night. But hey, if you're looking to make noise, I'm game."
Con climbed into the boat and opened his bag again. He fished the grenade out of his bag and clipped it to his belt, next to his holstered knife.
"Hey, what kind of max range do these things get?" he asked, referring to the rifle he'd been given. He was thinking of making use of his 'spy telescope', which was basically a converted rifle scope. There was something intriguing about the idea of using it for what the manufacturer intended.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 13, 2008 21:03:48 GMT
"The propellant will carry it accuratly for a good 100m. After that it might skew a little off target."
Paul got into the boat and started it up.
"If X is involved here we won't need stealth, he knows we're coming so we might as well follow his expectations. Might throw off his planning if we know he knows. Unless he knows we know which he might."
The main doors to the boathouse opened.
"No risk no reward though eh?"
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The LADON troops brought the new doctors in from the various cars, vans and taxis used to transport them. X waited on a walkway above to greet them. Bask had been left to take care of the guests, though he could always trust the dogs with that if he wanted to go elsewhere.
"Doctor, doctor....doctor and other doctors. Welcome to the career opportunity of a lifetime."
An aide passed out files to the doctors telling them of the duties expected of them.
"You....can't be serious about this!" One spoke up.
"Very serious. Although you don't have to start right away, we intend to give you some cooling down time, think about our offer. Take them to the cell blocks."
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 13, 2008 23:09:36 GMT
Bask, meanwhile, was giving tours to a group of criminal masterminds, international crime lords, and the like.
"And here you have the public restrooms for this section." he growled. He was going to get back at that one other LADON operative. The one who'd called him a "dog". What was his name? Ah, yeah. SamHill. Stupid codename. Didn't fit at all, really. But, to each his own, even if his own was stupid.
Baskervilles seriously didn't like being referred to as a "dog". Not in that tone, anyway.
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Post by Ty on Sept 14, 2008 4:43:45 GMT
"Hey, I hear that. Believe me, if I was worried about risk, I wouldn't be doing this."
Con decided to get out his scope and see if it would work for the rifle. The base didn't appear to quite fit, but he tried to finesse it in anyway. After a few moments of twisting and jamming, he managed to break the base.
"Uh.. sorry. I'll pay for that." He grinned sheepishly and shoved the scope back in his bag.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 14, 2008 22:07:40 GMT
"Maybe you should just use mine." Paul handed over his rifle. "I prefer the handgun version anyways."
The boat pulled out and headed downriver.
"Okay, You can handle the turret and the tech end, I'll take care of finding our route and the main weapons." ****************************************************
X got back into the main control room to meet with the I-AM team on their return. A repair crew had just finished going over the recordings they'd made.
"So how did that freelance guy handle himself?"
"He ain't gonna play the piano for a while."
"Fan-freaking-tastic." X sat down in the main command chair. A warning light went off on the map screen.
"Sir the cameras picked up a boat...but it isn't coming up on radar."
X drummed on the arms of his chair. "Okay, so we have incoming guests. Let them get a little closer then we'll get the party started.....and someone get me some coffee.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 16, 2008 15:20:34 GMT
"Ok, so you slip this into... there, and you gotta tighten that bolt here..."
David sat cross legged in an abandoned warehouse, trying to attach his last shoulder piece. It was a bit hard with three fingers that felt like a truck had run over them, but he managed. Reaching for the gloves that sat next to him, David wondered why the terrorist group didn't just kill him outright. They must have some supervillian running things. Probably likes to monologue too.
"Alright." David thought, slipping on the slightly weighted gloves. They could be used for bomb defusal, or just as sludgehammers to beat whoever was dumb enough to take on the wielder in hand to hand. Well, unless it was a ninja. Or a giant robot. That last mission was really weird.
David stood and walked over to the container that sat a few feet away. It was a squat box, like the kind a C-130 drops when resupplying troops. This one was placed by a Seaknight that was flown off of the USS George Washington. It was the last flight out, as the carrier had orders to come back to port. Something about a "Terrorist threat" and "Internal Security". Officially, the chopper was on a peacekeeping mission. Unofficially, it was waiting outside to take David to the local CIA field office.
A crowbar broke the top of the container open just as easily as it broke the boxes twin, which lay beside it. David pulled out a second microtavor with all the nice bells and whistles. A handful of flashbangs and incendaries rested in a innocuous carrying case, which David placed beside his feet. A MP7 and five pounds of PE-4 completed the set of destruction, along with a second backpack.
After putting everything in the bag and slinging it over his shoulder, David hefted the microtavor. He used his free, and still hurting, hand to close the large doors to the warehouse. He hoped to look as intimidating as possible when he climbed into the back of the chopper. Apparently, it worked. The pilot of no more than 20 looked like he saw someone run over his puppy as he flew in silence to the three story townhome that was a local safehouse.
"Huh, I wonder if they still hate me..."
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 17, 2008 11:09:24 GMT
"Sir, the craft has entered the choke zone and we can't get a lock on."
"Switch to manual." X ordered. The technicians put control of the weapons to his side as he clicked on a keyboard on the arms of his chair.
"Try to find a com channel, I'd like to know who I'm blowing out of the water. ***************************************************
Several rocket turrets and automated machine guns revealed themselves along the coastline and started firing on the boat. Missing by a few feet due to it's speed but still shaking up the ride.
"Hey Con, we have medium range hostiles." Paul activated the turret controls, a large minigun turret revealed itself from the front of the boat.
"Why don't you reach out and touch someone?"
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Post by Ty on Sept 17, 2008 19:12:06 GMT
"You got it."
Con grabbed the controls and started firing. His aim was a little shaky, but he got the hang of it after a few seconds. He focused on the rocket turrets first, showering the nearest one with bullets. One rocket took a hit while it was loading and exploded, taking out the whole turret.
"Boom, baby! Haha!" Con took aim at the next turret, keeping a steady stream of bullets on it until it blew it up as well, damaging some the machine guns that were placed close by. "It's like my Fourth of July barbecue all over again."
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Post by Kan on Sept 17, 2008 20:02:53 GMT
Samhill
Water splashes up onto my face as I speed through the gunfire in my speed boat, I had decided to add a personal touch in the capture, after all, they're no good dead, to me or, gack, LADON.
The personal Carrier behind me opens fire onto the craft, making the minigun operator duck behind the console. I flip a switch and a Gatling gun turret pops out of it's hiding place on my craft. I key my mike, tuning it to my loud speaker on the boat, "Surrender now, or have your craft destroyed" I say into the speaker before opening fire with the turret.
OOC: Your getting blind sided pretty much.
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