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Post by vanityviolence on Nov 15, 2011 16:51:53 GMT -5
Hand-to-hand combat is my forte. *twirls her brass knuckles around one finger momentarily then replaces them* And...persuasion. As you would implicitly know, Aftermath. *smiles slyly*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 16:58:10 GMT -5
Ahem... right... *I shake my head and turn away from Vanity, i look to Orwell* I think what we need is three teams. One inside, one to defend, and one to actually go out and attack. Orwell, this is your city, so divide everyone up however you choose. I won't object.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 17:29:25 GMT -5
*I ponder the question for a long time before speaking.* Attack I want to put Wilson out in the desert along with Morand and Red. Then Vanity, Volume, Aftermath and his two companions, and Main. That is the attack team. I will oversee the defense and Max, Mahoney, and Pacis will accompany me. The inside can very well be overseen by the other units. Wilson and I's unit will be distributed throughout the three teams.
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Post by thevipers on Nov 15, 2011 17:37:12 GMT -5
Alright, that's plenty of time for the boss to escape. Team A, Fire the first volley. Now. *The mortar fires and whistles through the air. It passes over the city wall and over the lights of BLI Tower. It begins to fall into the suburbs of battery city and separates into a series of bomblets which rain over the houses of dozens of people* Volley one... Direct hit. Preparing Volley 2.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 17:40:26 GMT -5
That's sounds fine to me. i don't mind being on the atta-... *In the distance i hear whistling, and then the faint bass kick of bombs hitting in the distance, i become worried as i recognize the sound of a mortar.* It's starting! We need to move quick.
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 17:47:10 GMT -5
*Almost immediately both Orwell and my radios go off, reports rushing in. Emergency teams are already being sent to the suburbs. I quickly take Orwell aside for a second, talking so only he can hear*
If they get close deactivate the generators under the city. Here's the code *I quickly write down a set of numbers and hand the piece of paper to him* The generators are controlled from the tower or can be shut down manually. If those generators go off they really will blow up the entire city.
*I turn to the group* Attack group with me. We'll go to the armory first. Get some bullet-proof armor if you can. Then we'll head to the vehicles.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 17:59:35 GMT -5
Got it. Let's head out then. Vanity, Vol, stay close to me. Mostly Vol. *I grab my rifle and sling it over my back in anticipation* We need to figure out where the mortar came from. Where's Basilisk? I can get it out of him...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 18:01:21 GMT -5
*I take the code and pocket it.* Defense team, follow me. Aftermath, if you would like to follow me as well I can show you where we contained him.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 18:04:32 GMT -5
Right. let's go then. *I follow Orwell to the cell and begin to notice there is significantly more blood in this corridor than the rest* Umm... Orwell... I don't mean to question your methods *I really do*, but is it common practice to leave the corpses of Dracs in prison cells...?
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 15, 2011 18:07:22 GMT -5
What, you think I'd let you just run off into certain death?! Of course I'm sticking close! *I feel vaguely excited when the man in charge (Orwell?) mentions Basilisk being contained somewhere but ignore it as I look around, bewildered. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. I just want to survive...but as I see blood leaking through the halls (the first splash of color in the whole tower I've seen), I start to think that's not happening.*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 18:09:47 GMT -5
*I look around, not showing my surprise or annoyance. I radio Orwell*
Orwell, Basilisk has escaped...somehow. We have to move out. Be on the lookout for him.
*I turn to IA* Aftermath, was it? We're going to the armory. We can't waste any more time.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 15, 2011 18:10:58 GMT -5
*I follow from the back, staying close to the new Agent, Morand, as Wilson leads us to the Armory. He is quiet and I know he's annoyed about Basilisk's escape. I shudder as I think of whatever that thing was called Basilisk somewhere in the halls of the tower. I'm also on edge from my treatments, every fiber of my training telling me to attack the killjoys. I don't know how I ever managed to fight with them as little as a week ago. Was it only a week...? My head hurts and I stop thinking about it, ready to fight*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 18:20:12 GMT -5
*I walk with Wilson and scoff at Basilisk's escape. I find myself next to the one called Red who appears on edge around the Killjoys. I can't help but think that in the walls i hear muttering and rustling. I shake the thoughts out of my head and yell to Wilson, who is leading the group* You're really running a right ship here. Dead guards. Escaped gang leaders. What's next?
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 18:27:00 GMT -5
*I don't bother to look back as I respond*
It's not my ship, Aftermath. Not yet.
*We all get into the supply elevator, which is three times as big as the regular ones and accommodates us all easily*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 15, 2011 18:29:30 GMT -5
*I look up at the grinning Killjoy, Aftermath, who looks at the walls every once in a while. He's not nearly as scary as Basilisk and there is a raw intelligence behind his eyes. He also acts like a leader... I wonder if I will have to fight him someday...*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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