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Topic Summary
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 07, 2010, 01:55:41 am »
After Edward gives the trooper in Vlad's hands, the russian heavily punches the idiot, then tosses him inside the building for interrogation.
"Now then, I have only one question: where are all the medical supplies in the warehouse?"
"Itsss...sss..It'sss on t-th-the sec-cc-conds floor, e-ea-east w-ww-ing. H-has a red c-ccross on the d-ddoor. Now please, don't kill me"
"Your so pathetic, that I want to end your sufferings in life. Besides, if I let you go, you'll go back to your patrol and report on us and I can't let that happen......Do you know, that zombies are attracted by the smell of blood?" - sayed the russian with a bit disturbing grin.
Turning to Ed, Vlad says "Edward, take his weapons away, stab his legs, so he couldn't run away, then leave the building. The zombies will take care of him from there. Back at the roof top, ETA - 4 minutes"
Leaving the building, the russian begins climbing the fire escape once again, waiting with his comrades for nightfall.
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: January 06, 2010, 05:56:05 pm »
Stealthily, Edward creeps forward. Keeping out of sight, and attempting to remain as silent as possible. He finally appears behind the unfortunate twat, oblivious
to his predicament. Having fallen far behind his patrol cluster, Edward places the man in a head lock, stifling his screams for assistance.
Placing his Fang to the mans neck, he whispers,
"Shut the **** up," He tightens his grip, the man whimpers pathetically, "This is your one chance for salvation. You have two options:
1) You shut the **** up, and come with me, we want to have a word with you...
2) You try to escape, I stab your **** throat and leave you for the infected...
"Your choice..."
The man appears to understand, he quickly wizens up, and relaxed.
Edward returns the man to Vlad,
"He's all yours....heh."
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 06, 2010, 02:20:47 pm »
"Definetly the noob I need. Edward..."
Nodding, Edward climbs down the fire escape, Vlad behind him.
They manage to hide behind a car, that the patrol will be passing, with the cocky twat falling behind.
They wait.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 06, 2010, 02:16:21 pm »
Sabrina was scanning the area with her scope. "This is mainly a warehouse for the Combine section of the Empire, right? I don't have any contacts in Combine, so I say we do the sneak in at night plan. So, we need a soldier to interrogate. The guy with the cig hanging from his mouth in the patrol on the left looks like a good target. Cocky bastard, but has no idea what he's doing. He's leaning on his gun barrel for Christ's sake..."
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 06, 2010, 01:43:47 pm »
They made their way to the warehouse, occasionally killing off a zombie with their melee weapons.
Observing the warehouse from the previous vantage point, used by Viktor and his scout team 60 years ago, Vlad starts thinking of plans, then begins relaying them to his mates.
"Ok, people. Two options: steal uniform and infiltrate, but that will cause increased alert in the future for this area OR wait till nightfall and use our dark clothes to stealthily get inside and steal the supplies. Mistake chances are high, so if you need to kill, kill, but try to avoid it. I have absolutely no idea where the meds are, so it goes even harder from this stage. We need a tongue here. If you ask me, I say we go stalk a patrol and knock out a single soldier, drag him away, interrogate him, then feed him to the zeds. It'll make it look, like a goofy accident of a new guy. If you currently have no other suggestoins, then Sabrina, stay here and provide sniper and visual support. I need a distraction, once the patrol is near, so shoot a trash can or attract some zombies with a loud noise.
Edward, you go with me. No frigging guns, blades only and keep in mind: I need a twat, a living twat"
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 06, 2010, 01:36:00 pm »
"So, all present? Vlad, you take point, this is your mission after all," Sabrina said with a wink.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 01, 2010, 11:34:43 am »
Entering his room, Vladimir starts gearing up.
Picking up a strange dark rock, he begins sharpening his Dusk Razor, reading it's engravings while doing it.
We come in silence...Fear the Dusk
Putting it in the sheath, that had a giant wolf symbol on it, Vladimir begins loading a K-50M, which had "Draconum" written on the handle.
4 clips should be enough for this mission.
Then he pulls out of the closet a small ritual blade, that looks rather ancient. It's called "Kris", left over from the old FF base.
Some usuall supplies into the backpack, like meds, some food/water and a box of .50 bullets. Also, binoculars.
Then Vlad puts on a dark mesh armour, atop of which he puts on a trench coat.
Being fully ready, he sets out to the meeting point with Sabrina and Edward.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 01, 2010, 11:33:03 am »
Sabrina turns the page in the journal to the building's layout. "It's Vlad's personal mission, so we pretty much follow his lead. What it looks like though, is we're entering around here, through a window, if it's still there. If not, we'll have to find another way in. We're trying to do this without being spotted, and without killing anybody. We don't want anybody to know we exist, and bodies are suspicious."
Posted by: TRHeadshot
« on: January 01, 2010, 11:01:27 am »
Stepping out of the shadows, Edward approaches Sabrina from behind.
"Greetings..." he grins, and begins polishing and sharpening his blades. Attaching custom silencers to his "Twins", he asks...
"So, how's this gonna go down? The mission I mean..."
Posted by: Meldon
« on: January 01, 2010, 10:36:15 am »
"Hey Ja- bye James...." Sabrina nodded to Vlad before heading to the armory. She said to the soldier currently stationed there, "I need one bullet for an MSG-9."
"One bullet? Why do you only need one bullet?"
"I completed my last mission only firing one bullet. I only need to replace, one bullet."
She slid that bullet into the magazine of her rifle, screwed the silencers on her MSG-9, MP5, and USP .45 before heading back to her room. It was decorated with various Black Dragon memorabilia from the old days, as well as her guitar and necessary supplies such as food, clothes, and other necessities and useful items. The walls still had posters on them put up by her grandfather; this room once belonged to him, his uniform still hanging in the closet. She strapped a sheath to her belt, a sheath that held Mel's kukri. It had been reforged in the DUSK fashion, but still held the engraving of a dragon on one side of the blade; the other side now had DUSK etched in flowing letters.
Now ready, she waited for the others in the lobby on the ground floor.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: January 01, 2010, 02:42:41 am »
"Hmm...if we can get through this window, then we should be close to the infarmary. Suit up, we're moving out in 10"
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: December 31, 2009, 09:30:46 am »
James, having reported in on the success of his mission, and handing in the doccument he found on the corpse of the dead Fairview Guard captain, made his was up to the Wolf's Den.
Pushing through the rusted old door above which still hung the sign for the bar, he made his way through the small crowd of people in the bar, enjoying their time off, or doing other things, most of them moved aside for James, his rank and personality scaring most of them.
Getting to the bar, he simply said to the barman.
"Beer."
The barman gave him a beer with a grinn, the guy was pretty damn old and James used to wonder how long he had actually been here, eventually, he gave up caring, walking away from the bar, he left a small trail of blood which was still dripping from the sheath of his Black machete.
He made his way past a few of what would pass for his "Friends" People who insisted on talking with him and trying to get him to smile or laugh, always without success, though he disliked actually speaking to anyone, these were the few people in James's life he would ever trust, people who had always been there for him, whether he wanted it or not.
Walking past Edward, Sabrina and Vlad, he gave a quick, cold nod, from anyone else, this wouldn't be much, but from James, this was about as good as it got in terms of recognition.
Making his way to his usual table, which was isolated in a dark corner away from everyone, he sat down and light a ciggarette and opened his beer, he had a feeling this was going to be a long day.
Posted by: Meldon
« on: December 31, 2009, 07:34:06 am »
"Vlad, I have a silencer for everything. The battle is in here-" She tapped the book, "- with building blueprints. As long as they havn't renovated it too much we should have no problem getting in, hopefully with minimal enemy contact."
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!
« on: December 31, 2009, 05:44:04 am »
James frowned slightly, he had accidently splashed some blood onto his trenchcoat, calmly, James inserted the black machete back into it's sheath, it made a slurping sound from the wet blood still covering it, he would have to clean it later, he withdrew a mouldy packet of ciggarettes from his pocket and light one up.
James was standing in the middle of six dead Fairview guards, each sporting the standard green armor Neil issued them, they had all died before a single shot was fired, all of them carried backpacks full of munitions and explosives, James had already piled them up and set C4 on a timer underneath, none of it would survive.
His bored eyes swept across the gruesome scene once more as he took a satisfying puff from the ciggarette, it was only then he noticed that the Captain of the group of Fairview Guards was clutching a piece of paper in a death grip, James strolled closer and pried it loose.
As he read the paper, he frowned again, throwing away the half smoked ciggarette, he moved off swiftly back into the shadows, he needed to get back to the den quickly, after several blocks, a large explosion erupted, signaling the completion of James's mission.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: December 31, 2009, 03:57:25 am »
"Sabrina, you got a silencer for that rifle? Ed, mind not shooting, only cutting on the mission? People, remember: we can't rise a large suspicion now or Nastya's will send more troops to reinforce the area. We can't afford that now, the time for war has not yet come. The nearest barracks is at South Lerwillburry. It's the old warehouse, in which a battle between FF and AD took place, which FF won. We need to get in there undetected, steal the supplies and get back to base. Any suggestions on how to get in?"
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