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| Topic Started: Jan 14 2013, 09:20 AM (1,221 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Feb 6 2013, 09:31 AM Post #41 |
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Brenn's weapon lowered and fell back into his shoulder holster with a clunk. He frowned a little, nodding a 'hello' to the new comer, and then shook his head. Carlson didn't much appreciate being paid to do a job and then having the context changed without his consent. New target, new companion, what next? It wasn't his playing field anymore and he didn't like it. "Brenn Carlson. I was heading this little brigade until we ran into our quarry earlier this morning. Blew a small hole in the city, that man. You ever heard the name before? Tobias Hawke? He's cold, meticulous... clearly unpredictable." The image of an escape pod slamming into the city street only a few meters away from him ran through Brenn's mind. He started to wonder if he was in over his head this time. "So... you got gear? We're just about ready to roll out - traveling light and fast, hoping to catch this guy before he has a chance to leave the planet... or destroy it." |
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| Grav | Feb 7 2013, 01:13 AM Post #42 |
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Travis listened carefully, a slight appreciation for the newcomers disconnection with the job. He nodded as the man finished speaking. "Change of plan then Mr. Jackson. New target, new orders. Not bringing him down, we're bringing him in - alive." As he spoke his thoughts realised how difficult the prospect was. Tracking, neutralizing and transporting Hawke, a man who just earlier had fallen from the sky and wiped out 80% of their merc unit. In other words, a fine challenge. He turned his attention back toward Carlson. "You find us any wheels yet?" he asked, a hidden smile playing on his lips as Brenn considered himself in 'command'. Better still to just let him remain blissfully ignorant, mind focused on the job at hand. |
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| loneviking | Feb 8 2013, 02:32 PM Post #43 |
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Master of Disaster
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TK started to intercept some local police chatter. "Shots fired at the Nashfield Hotel. Back up is requested. The sounds of bullet fire could be heard. "I need back up now!" Then the voice went silent as if cut off, static could now be heard. The ground of the safe house trembled as if there was an earthquake. But that was no earthquake. |
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| Grav | Feb 10 2013, 01:41 PM Post #44 |
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A distance voice within his ear whispered away, but a few words caught his attention and the volume adjusted. Local fed net, some purplebelly first on the scene of something bloody. Then suddenly the very ground shook below them. Coincidence? Not necessarily their boy, hadn't been a mention of any piles of bodies just yet. He paused, killing the audio feed and bringing up a view of all local feeds, half of which now featured a 'BREAKING NEWS' story. Terrorist attack, same location and entire city block - leveled. Now there, that sounded more like Toby's style alright. He smiled, whatever was going on up there called to him, it was all going to be so simple. Less simple though with the feds soon to be involved, but hopefully the target would take care of them. Travis looked back toward the men from whatever point in space he had been starring at. "We got him. Nashfield Hotel, he's engaged local feds and is probably behind that little firework we just felt. Lets move." |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 12 2013, 10:12 PM Post #45 |
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"I'll be ready in a moment, I was just freshening up when you arrived and still need to pick up a few things." That said, Slade went to a rack of rifles and picked both a tranq and plasma. The second was in case the first didn't work, he knew the orders were to take this man alive, but he had no wish to be rich and dead either. Finally, he found a wrist rig and two shot which he attached to his right arm, then he rejoined TK. "OK, I believe that does it." |
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| loneviking | Feb 14 2013, 03:38 PM Post #46 |
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Another tremor caused the floor to rumble. Brenn looked at TK and Slade as he checked all his firearms to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. After a quick once over of his gear he pressed a button on the console to open the main door. A clicking sound was heard as he turned to the two men. "Looks like thats our queue. We are going on foot, it's only a few blocks west of here." He said as he checked his handheld computer. "Let's move out." Brenn headed up the stairs. |
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| Grav | Feb 15 2013, 02:56 PM Post #47 |
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Travis threw a small tactical bag of gear over his shoulder with little effort, nodding to Slade and Brenn and making his way up the stairs after the pair of them. Smoke rose from the skyline in the distance to west, the call of various sirens moving in to investigate. TK pushed this to the back of his mind, there was a job to be done, the sooner the better. Another explosion rocked the city in the distance. Readying his rifle and gear, Travis glanced to the others before looking toward the source and taking off at a paced run. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 16 2013, 09:57 AM Post #48 |
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Slade slipped an arm each through the rifles' straps, adjusted his hat, grabbed up his carpet bag, and followed out the door. He took stock of the chaos and mayhem, but was content to let one of the others lead. As he'd said back in the warehouse, his skills were theirs until he was paid. He for his part scanned the landscape for an ideal nest. |
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| loneviking | Feb 17 2013, 04:29 AM Post #49 |
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Brenn took up a fast walk as he weaved through traffic and took to the maze of alley ways. Luckily his handheld device acted as a navigational system, taking them to their destination. In the distance you could see thick black smoke and dust hovering towards the sky as another explosion rocked the area. The faint sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, muffled by the chaos. "We are one block out!" Brenn yelled to the group. |
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| Grav | Feb 17 2013, 02:21 PM Post #50 |
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Travis nodded as he kept pace with the other two. "Feds are saying this place is some sorta hotel, could be multiple entrances." he yelled back in reply. The inside of his visor quickly shifted to display a birds of view of the area, before quickly shrinking to the corner of his vision. "I'll head around back, make sure little Toby doesn't try and run." He said, almost relishing the thought of such a chance. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 18 2013, 10:06 AM Post #51 |
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"I can work from a block out. You want me to set up here, or wait until we get closer? It's your call." Slade left the decision to Brenn as he himself looked about once more for a suitable nest. |
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| loneviking | Feb 18 2013, 04:40 PM Post #52 |
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As they were approaching the Hotel they felt a huge blast from a gas line which caused them all to be violently thrown backwards. All the buildings around them began to collapse as gas lines continued to explode. Brenn turned to TK and Slade while yelling "Take cover!" Brenn was able to get there attention as a 5 story building collapsed ontop of him. |
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| Grav | Feb 20 2013, 12:36 PM Post #53 |
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Travis raised his arm, shielding his face from the blast as his helmet was thrown clear. The flames raged in every direction. Slowly, he rose back to his feet, tiny bits of debris falling from the folds of his armour. Looking about his eyes searched for his companions, briefly catching sight of the still standing hotel between the waves of smoke rising from the chaos all around. He took a deep breath of the warm air and looked up. "We gotta move." he said with a growl and headed on toward the hotel. |
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| loneviking | Feb 20 2013, 03:09 PM Post #54 |
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A deep rumbled echoed the area as the hotel slowly began to collapse upon itself, consumed in fire and smoke. A wave of dust flew past them as the ruins of the hotel laid before them. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 20 2013, 06:34 PM Post #55 |
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Slade hit the ground from the blast, rolling to lessen the impact on his body. He stood up in a crouch, ready to duck and cover in the event of any other nasty surprises. He looked about, but all that met his eyes was fire and bedlam. Finally Jackson got over enough of his shock to notice TK was still standing. The sniper looked where his companion was pointing, just in time to see it sink into yet another pile of burning scrap. "This whole place is a mine field! We need to get back to the warehouse! It survived the earlier blasts!" |
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| loneviking | Feb 21 2013, 12:15 AM Post #56 |
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As the dust began to settle you heard gun shots in the distance. It was a block away from the hotel. |
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| Grav | Feb 21 2013, 01:11 PM Post #57 |
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Travis watched the hotel collapse into a point before exploding out toward them. Again, he shielded his eyes from the shower of dust that followed. Reaching down into the kit bag at his feet, he pulled out a pair of dark glasses and the nearest rifle. He rose back to his feet and turned to Slade, slowly shaking his head. "Not a option. He's close, I can taste it." He stood there, starring at the burning remains of the hotel. Suddenly, a few gunshots rang out nearby, Travis turned to look. "That way." he said a moment later, breaking into a short run as he navigated his way down the street through the fire and debris. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 21 2013, 02:17 PM Post #58 |
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Slade covered his face with an arm as the new dust cloud spread to him. Wiping the grit from his eyes, the sniper unshouldered the tranq. rifle and wiped the lens free from grit. This job was harder than advertised, but he followed TK anyway. After all, money was money. |
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| loneviking | Feb 22 2013, 02:58 PM Post #59 |
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Navigating through the smoldering heap of ruins was not easy. There were many obstacles in their way. Downed power lines, gas ruptures and various twisted debris made it hard to push forward. After several minutes You could see Police Officer's firing off shots in the distance while taking cover behind a car to reload. Suddenly multiple green blasts enveloped the Officer's, burning large searing holes into their bodies as they slowly collapsed to the ground.
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| Grav | Feb 23 2013, 02:01 PM Post #60 |
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Travis carefully made his way under a half collapsed billboard, now blank. The large, unpowered screen hung at an angle, one corner buried a few metres into the street below. Stepping up and out around the other side, he sighted two Feds down the street, letting off a few rounds before falling to an unknown shooter. He quickly returned to the cover of the billboard, nodding over to Slade and indicating the scene before them. "Could be him." he whispered quietly, glancing out from behind the billboard momentarily. "Cover me." he added, bringing the rifle to his chest and making a low quick run for a nearby burning car. |
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