NationStates Jolt Archive

General Lawrence entered the briefing room. Everyone had assembled again, as usual. "welocme back." he said, and the squad immdeatly slienced, as before. he allowed himself the faint glimpse of a smile. "We have new intel, this isa never before encountered type of zombie, infinently deadlier, caused by a mutation in the virus." He cliked a button on the remote. A snarling, bent figure appeared in the holographic display. "This is a new type of zombie, dubbed slashers by the research team that accompanied squad two. This is due to the fact that they do not feed on a corpse until after they make a succesful kill with the claws. Also, their speed has increased to on par of a human jog, though easy to escape rom if you just run." He clicked the button again and it zoomed in on its hands. "These here are its claws, increbily sharp, they are made out of bone and continuously regenerateif damage is taken to it." He cliked another button on the remote and thedisplay shifted to a satalite map. "This here is the Aliston desert, it is whats left of the town of Aliton after the first full feleged battle against the undead, in which the militry had yet to understand the head shot needed, and was therefore consumed. The dry heat of this area prevents and almost entirely stops decaying flesh. Its been thirty years, and their numbers are still sveral hundred strong, if not stronger than the zombies you encountered on the last mission." Murmers of conversation swept around the room before the general spoke again. "But, from what we understand, the extreme heat alos prevents the virus from mutating further. Also, we have new equipment for you, fully sealed QCS suits for this tpe of evironment, as well as supressors being added to all of your weapons. Dismissed."

Edward groaned, it had only been a week since the last mission, he was barely starting to get back in tune with the modern world.

OOC: I have to go eat dinner.

Saya walked glumly out of the room to the transport. She HATED extreme heat. And now she was heading to one of the hottest places in the world. Well at least it would be nice and cool. She hopped onto the chopper and looked around, there were a couple new additions this time, including, she was happy to see, another girl. She still could'nt believe that she was a commander. Although there was really noone to command. She wished cig boy had been left the same, it might be fun to boss him around, she thought with a giggle.

While a newcomer to this QCS, Dagger-4 was a veteran of several similar incidents. He was a sniper with over 2 dozen confirmed human kills, and an additional 4 dozen neutralizations of 'afflicted individuals'. He refused to call his targets zombies, perferring to use either 'afflicted' or 'Bio-Organic Weapon', experience had shown him that these creatures were rarely 'freak occurences', and usually the result of someone tampering with things they ought not be tampering with. As a result he was cynical about the entire idea of dealing with these beings, with a unique perspective, which told him that they were no different than any normal human at a very basic level. He left the briefing room and followed the rest of the team, he wasn't fond of the uniform, perferring his usual gear, but he'd make due.

He checked his weapons and ammo, his MSG-90, XD-45, and the low profile drum mags for his sniper rifle. He'd learned from his teammates, that you never wanted to be out of ammo with these things around. As a result he was loaded down with two times his usual ammo complement. Reviewing the map of the area he also examined aerial photos, he found a suitable structure for his purposes, one story, flat roof with no access to the building, save the way he was getting there of course, and he'd be damned before he saw a BOW that could pull off this kind of move. It was near the LZ and Extraction Point, perched atop a rise that would give the roof a clear view of the rest of the mission area, the roof itself was high enough off the ground that even the tallest of BOWs could not reach it, if they consciouly tried to do so, and away from any buildings, the most recent thermal passes showed it was empty, and the rest of the squad would no doubt have to clear it anyway.

Ideally he'd have the pilot drop him right on the roof, the flightplan would take them over it anyway. He boarded the chopper and pitched the idea to the pilots. As he waited for an answer he checked over his gear again; he went through his pre-mission routines, and began falling into his usual zen state. He pondered why he was here, rather than with Dagger Team of the SAS in Shenyang.

Saya looked up at the newcomer. "Hello, you new to the squad?" She asked the man. "I'm new to the entire war thing myself, my names Saya, whats yours"?

Alan pulled on his new suit. If there was one type of weather he hated, it was heat. Simply couldn't stand it. Pressing the button to seal everything up, he grabbed his weapons, cigs, and extra ammo clips, especially for the SMP-50s he carried. Other than that, pretty much everything was the same. Sighing, he walked out onto the plane again, pulled up his crate, propped his legs up, popped a cig into his mouth and lit it, and closed his eyes.

Mick looked around and saw a few newcomers. He checked the nationalities and-hey now! He recognized the logo of the Shenyangi SAS anywhere. He cracked a smile and walked over to his new teammate.

"Howdy," he said extending his hand. Rather awkward in his new enclosed suit, "Name's Michael Hawkins, Dominion Black Ops. Call me Mick. Good to see a familiar nation here. So buddy, how'd you get suckered into this outfit?"

Rather miffed about Micks interruption, she looked around and saw that the only other person on the chopper was cig boy. She wondered what smoking tasted like.. She saw that he had left a pack by him. Making sure he was asleep, Saya walked carefully over to him and reached out for the pack. When cig boy spoke without opening his eyes Saya almost jumped out of her uniform. The wink reassured her though. "Uhm, may I please"? She asked.
OOC:I'm kinda bored, obviously

OOC: Lol same here. And sorry! Though you were talking to Emma...
IC:
Mick blushed after realizing he'd just interrupted. He gave Saya a quick apology and adjusted the audio in his suit to make sure it wouldn't happen again, though she seemed over it as she raided a cig from Alan. Mick let his thoughts wander to what would happen if he tried to steal a fellow Black Ops' cigarette, not that he smoked. A knife through his hand came to mind...
However, his greeting to the SAS soldier stood.

Rather miffed about Micks interruption, she looked around and saw that the only other person on the chopper was cig boy. She wondered what smoking tasted like.. She saw that he had left a pack by him. Making sure he was asleep, Saya walked carefully over to him and reached out for the pack.
OOC:I'm kinda bored, obviously

"I hope you weren't planning on stealing a cig from me, snipey." Alan spoke, his eyes still closed. "Bad things happen to people when they steal my cigs." He opened his eyes and winked at her. "You can ask for one nicely if you want one though."

OOC:LOL, its okay, I forgive you. :D
IC: Saya was contedly puffing.This was'nt actualy that good, but she might as well finish it. While doing so she quickly checked her equipment one last time, and noticed a small problem with her rifle. Heh, looked like a piece was missing. Then she realised she did'nt know the name of the piece. She sighed and held up the rifle for all to see and said "Anyone have an extra...Whatever goes here"?

Mick turned and looked at her rifle. He looked at his. He made a helpless gesture with his hands. He barely had enough spare parts for his own being so far from the factories that produce it. Not to mention that it was a completely rifle chambered for a round unique to the Dominion. Sure that there was nothing he could do, he turned back to the Shenyangi who had yet to come out his half asleep state.

Dagger-4 looked at the Slaughterian who was talking to him, he wasn't much older than this guy, Mick, but he could sense the air of a newcomer in him. He had a sense of justice that Dagger-4 had lost long ago. This kind of work had ensured that. He fought the memories and the look of being far away and extended his hand to the man.

"Hi, Dagger-4, SAS Dagger Team, How long you been in?"

I got one, lucky that thing uses the same part as my MSG-90, here ya go.

D4 looked back the the slaughterian, who had turned away.

Dagger-4 looked at the Slaughterian who was talking to him, he wasn't much older than this guy, Mick, but he could sense the air of a newcomer in him. He had a sense of justice that Dagger-4 had lost long ago. This kind of work had ensured that. He fought the memories and the look of being far away and extended his hand to the man.

"Hi, Dagger-4, SAS Dagger Team, How long you been in?"

"The military, six years. Black Ops one of those years. This," he gestured around, "outfit, two weeks. But man have I seen stuff I never would back home. We've never had to deal with these 'outbreaks'. And God, I hope that we never do. The sooner I get a big enough break to get home for a while the better. I'm not sure we have protocols to deal with this stuff."

Saya sihed and began looking around the transport for the missing piece. Though she was'nt quite sure what it looked like. Maybe it fell out when she was about to take a cig from cig boy. She walked over to him and said, "Uh, cig boy? Alan? Um, would you happen to know what goes here"? She asked pointing to the empty spot in the rifle.

Alan looked over at Saya and cocked an eyebrow. A sniper without spare parts? Well, he had his shotty, so he could afford it if his SM-24 went down. He pulled a spare part out of his back pocket.

"A bolt? Always carry a spare." He said, handing it to her. "Keep it, I've got more back on base." He said and laced his hands back behind his head, inhaling again. He was wondering what was taking so bloody long for this plane to get off the ground.

Saya thanked both of them, (and kept both of their bolts) and walked back to her seat and waited anxiosly for take off. 'Might as well sleep, She thought, 'Again' So, she again curled up and went back to sleep.

"Everything..... you destroy... everything. I've been in for over a decade, in the SAS, and I've seen this... too many times. Consider yourself lucky if you never see anything like this the rest of your life, I know I would."

He shrugged off the torturous images that enterred his mind. In battle they stayed away, but in the lulls, they came from time to time. The citizens of his home, their brains being exploded from their bodies in a shower of gore, the images of his country men being eaten, and eating each other. He forced them to receed and once more looked at this man.

"I'm sorry, its these types of things that will haunt me the rest of my life. I know I seem distant, disconnected, but trust me when I say, its history, not the present, or the present company."

"Hey man, don't sweat it. I know I'll have trouble getting to sleep at night after what I've seen, and it's only been two weeks. Hey, maybe I can snag you a vista and, if it's not too hard on you, come to the Dominion with me if I ever get back debrief the government? I mean, I guess it's only a matter of time..."
He was glad he was wearing an enclosed suit, because tears came to his eyes at the thought of those things contaminating his beloved First City. Outbreaks occurred right next door in Shenyang. And the Dominion for all it's strength and propaganda couldn't keep its borders completely secure.

His eyes closed, Alan took a final drag and then flicked his cig away. "Hey, new Dagger dude... I don't mean to be rude, but can you not talk about disconnect and stuff right now? We're a happy, lighthearted bunch. Let us earn our own scars, alright?" He added a lighthearted tone to his voice to let the new guy know he was joking with him, but still had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

All the conversation woke Saya up. Again. This time she was'nt mad though, just interested in the conversation. She heard Dagger4 and cig boy, then said, "Yeah Dagger, I'm scared enough without you adding to it. Can't you just leave it with the zombies? Do we really have to bring our pasts up to?"

Emma had been leaning against the skid of the chopper, listening in on the conversation above as she field-stripped her weapon. Upon hearing the sniper's comments, she snorted, shook her head, and hopped into the body of the helicopter. She tapped Alan and gave the universal smoker's gesture for "can I get a light?", as she pulled a Kool from her pocket.

Emma turned to Saya, while holding a hand out for the lighter patiently. "Saya, how, exactly, did you get into a Spec Ops team without knowing the name of a piece of your rifle?"

He nodded to this man with the cigarette. He avoided doing anything foolish, since he knew the guy was joking. To Mick he said, "Well, I certainly have the eperience and clearence for it, I don't see why not. But lets see how this goes first, then we can concern ourselves with debriefing and visas."

"I don't believe in zombies, but I know what you're talking about."

He once more checked his weapons, and examined the AP ammo.

"Too bad this stuff ain't subsonic, it'd be better with the supressors. C'est la vi."

Emma had been leaning against the skid of the chopper, listening in on the conversation above as she field-stripped her weapon. Upon hearing the sniper's comments, she snorted, shook her head, and hopped into the body of the helicopter. She tapped Alan and gave the universal smoker's gesture for "can I get a light?", as she pulled a Kool from her pocket.

Emma turned to Saya, while holding a hand out for the lighter patiently. "Saya, how, exactly, did you get into a Spec Ops team without knowing the name of a piece of your rifle?"

Alan dug a hand down into the pocket of his BDUs and grabbed his Phoenix-engraved Zippo. Smiling slight, he leaned over to Emma and extended the flame, lighting her cig for her. After it was lit he leaned back and nodded to the new guy, further confirmation that he had just been joking.

"Wait... you don't believe in zombies? What'dyou call those things we're heading to kill?"

Emma snorted and gave a sidelong glance at Alan. "His country's probably come up with some technical term for it, like Necrotized Human, or some shit like that." She tapped the cigarette on the deck and put it back in her mouth, concentrating on her rifle again. "Fucking suppressor... don't these things track by scent, anyway?"

"Does it matter what I call them? Zombies, Bio-Organic Weapons, Afflicted, People You Used to Know and Grew Up With, its all the same when you have to remove half their skull. I call them 'the Afflicted'. Viruses don't change your race or species, and thats all this is, a virus... and if you're worried about me doing my job, I have 48 confirmed neutralizations of the Afflicted, with another 80 probables, in the past two years alone."

He glared at this man who was no doubt going to die of emphysema at an unfortunate age. How did he know that this disease hadn't attacked the tobacco his cigarettes were made of. He considered it sloppy, but didn't bring it up. 'How you kill yourself is your own business, unless it becomes mine.i he thought, and then began ignoring Smokey.

"With any luck the suits should negate that. I hope."
Mick unsealed his helmet and pulled it off. He reached into his dump bag and pulled out a thick, crunchy pretzel. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.

Emma snorted and gave a sidelong glance at Alan. "His country's probably come up with some technical term for it, like Necrotized Human, or some shit like that." She tapped the cigarette on the deck and put it back in her mouth, concentrating on her rifle again. "Fucking suppressor... don't these things track by scent, anyway?"

"Scent and sound mostly. They can't see very well." Alan pulled a copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks from his vest. "Yeah... scent and sound. They haven't seemed to trace the scent of cigs yet, though." He grinned and popped the book back inside his vest.

"Scent and sound mostly. They can't see very well." Alan pulled a copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks from his vest. "Yeah... scent and sound. They haven't seemed to trace the scent of cigs yet, though." He grinned and popped the book back inside his vest.

"I wouldn't light up at night though," Mick warned as he pulled out his own, more worn, copy,"It does say that they can see a lit cigarette at a quarter mile at night. They still seem to possess some night vision."

He glared at this man who was no doubt going to die of emphysema at an unfortunate age. How did he know that this disease hadn't attacked the tobacco his cigarettes were made of. He considered it sloppy, but didn't bring it up. 'How you kill yourself is your own business, unless it becomes mine.i he thought, and then began ignoring Smokey.

"Hey, easy there Dagger dude, I just asked a question." Alan said as he popped another cig into his mouth. "And I recognize that glare you just gave me. Don't worry, these are tobacco substitute cigs. All the flavor, none of the harmful side effects. Smells the same though." He made a face and then smiled again. "And these are made in Ambrose-Douglas, which hasn't had an outbreak yet, so we're good to go." Leaning back, the smile left Alan's face.

"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you, dude. This is just the way I am. I laugh, I joke, I smoke, I make light of things, no pun intended." He said, cracking a small smile. "So, I'm sorry, alright?" He extended his hand to the man.

Emma looked at her suit, which she'd left on the deck. "These suits are garbage. I'd much prefer to keep my mobility. Plus, they're gonna be a bear when we get in the desert." She finished her cigarette and threw the filter onto the tarmac. "These suits are gonna get someone killed..."

She looked at Alan with a snort. "You smoke safe cigs? Goddamn, man, what's wrong with you?"

If you're upwind, and out of sight, they have to hunt by sound, less sound, less threat, more neutralizations. Its all relative. If you feel the need to insult my nation from what I'm saying. Then do it while I'm not listening. We don't take kindly to that."

He was liking this unit less and less, the only ones he didn't have a problme with yet were Mick and Saya, Mick because he was an ally, and a good kid, Saya because she knew what she was doing and didn't try to pick fights over words.

"I wouldn't light up at night though," Mick warned as he pulled out his own, more worn, copy,"It does say that they can see a lit cigarette at a quarter mile at night. They still seem to possess some night vision."

"Yeah, yeah... I know. Why do you think I smoke so much in the daylight?" Alan smiled again, still looking at the new guy. 'Great,' Alan thought, 'one less guy who'll save my ass.'

She looked at Alan with a snort. "You smoke safe cigs? Goddamn, man, what's wrong with you?"

"What?" He smiled at her. "They help me relax and I don't kill myself in the process. Oh, and I look cool." He winked again. "Now, if only I had my aviators..."

"Fine, I can get past that. So lets just get this thing over with. Yo, Frank, any word on that drop off or no."

He didn't expect a response, and he still didn't like this Emma. Call it instinct.

Trying to ease the tension, Mick looked around and said in curious tone,"Heck, wonder where the general went to. He seems to have been in the can for a while now," he said between moutfuls of pretzel. Then with mock horror on his face, "You don't think..."

Trying to ease the tension, Mick looked around and said in curious tone,"Heck, wonder where the general went to. He seems to have been in the can for a while now," he said between moutfuls of pretzel. Then with mock horror on his face, "You don't think..."

"What? He got bit a week ago and is turning into one of the fuckers now? Doubt it... though, with his circulation, it just might." Alan laughed. "Of course, he keeps running into hordes with just a knife, I'm afraid our dead General won't be among the living much longer... at least human anyways."

Emma had been leaning against the skid of the chopper, listening in on the conversation above as she field-stripped her weapon. Upon hearing the sniper's comments, she snorted, shook her head, and hopped into the body of the helicopter. She tapped Alan and gave the universal smoker's gesture for "can I get a light?", as she pulled a Kool from her pocket.

Emma turned to Saya, while holding a hand out for the lighter patiently. "Saya, how, exactly, did you get into a Spec Ops team without knowing the name of a piece of your rifle?"
Saya looked around sheepishly, "Actually, they only let me in because I'm such a good aim, and unlike most snipers I'm proficient with a shotgun too". "Oh, by the way, sorry for shooting at you during the mission, I wanted to make sure you were'nt a zombie." "Hey dagger, if they died and then got brought back to life by this virus, would'nt that make them 'Afflicted Zombies'? There, a comprimise"

"I'm not checking on that, Afflicted fine, terrorists Okay, but not that. You're goin' to check that one Mick."

D4 actually laughed, it wasn't very loud, and didn't last more than a moment, but it was there. He suddenly realized that maybe this wasn't as bad as he though, and that he'd have to watch this kid.

"Hey, I know the Black Ops pride themsleves on being equipped for any situation, but this is an exception. There's only one way to solve this," he said as his finger shot up to touch his nose quickly, "Nose goes!"
He purposely knew this left anyone with a helmet on out to dry.

"So... what does everyone like to be called? I mean, we already have Dagger here, and Mick is, well, Mick... but what about everyone else? Code names? Nicknames so we don't yell 'Hey you!' in battle? You can call me Cigs." Alan grinned.

"God damnit!" Alan pulled off his helmet as fast as he could. "NOSES!" He yelled.

"You're cig boy". Saya told Alan with a giggle. "Daggers Mister Science, Emmas Miss Criticism, Micks, well, okay, I don't have one for him. And you have to think up my nickname". Saya, who never wore a helmet anyways, touched her nose.

"I'll go, but you'd better cover me, I don't want to get nailed with a general's bio-warfare tactics."

He climbed out of the chopper and headed for the bathroom, hand on his holster. He reached the door, and didn't hear anything. An unpleasent odor wafted under the door.

"General! General! You In There? We been waiting forever out here!"

D4 activated his radio.

"The General's unresponsive in there, but damn I don't wanna subject medical to this scent, it's getting THROUGH the suit."

He headed back to the chopper.

"I'll go, but you'd better cover me, I don't want to get nailed with a general's bio-warfare tactics."

He climbed out of the chopper and headed for the bathroom, hand on his holster. He reached the door, and didn't hear anything. An unpleasent odor wafted under the door.

"General! General! You In There? We been waiting forever out here!"

D4 activated his radio.

"The General's unresponsive in there, but damn I don't wanna subject medical to this scent, it's getting THROUGH the suit."

He headed back to the chopper.

"Well, someone better call Medical... and we should get going. I'm sure if the General's fine, he'll head out and check on our progress. We're all Spec Ops... so who's de facto commander now?"

"Well, I'd say he's beyond our help," Mick replied as he reclined as best he could in one of the seats, "Time to test how well this tin can sleeps."
With tensions running low for now and finding his job done, Mick relaxed and nodded off into the best nap he'd had since his first night back in a bed after mission 1.

OOC: That's it for me for the night. I'll check in tomorrow morning. Knowing my luck the chief'll come back right after I leave. At any rate, good night everybody!

"Me!" Cried Saya, "I thought up the nicknames, so ha"! "Actually, in seriousness, I voulenteer cig boy".
OOC: To cig boys qustion on whos commander.

"Well, who has the most command experience, and the most experience in this kind of op. I'll call myself out, I don't order people around, I deliver them to their 'higher authority'."

He climbed back into the bird and waited.

"Oh, Emma how 'bout... ah nevermind, wouldn't work. Forget I brought it up, we'll figure it out later. And I am not Mister Science! If anything I'm Mister Ideology! Of course that doesn't have much of a ring to it, but still... ah fine.."




OOC: I'm out for the night back tomorrow morning.

"Okay Mister Idealogy, sure thing. Oh, Micks new nickname is sleepy".

Emma raised an eyebrow at Mick's new nickname.

"What are we, the seven dwarves? I guess that makes me Grumpy." She nodded at Saya. "You must be Bashful, 'cept your eyes turn red instead of your whole face..."

Emma raised an eyebrow at Mick's new nickname.

"What are we, the seven dwarves? I guess that makes me Grumpy." She nodded at Saya. "You must be Bashful, 'cept your eyes turn red instead of your whole face..."

OOC: Do we still want to go ahead with this mission even though we lost Dags and Mick?

"Okay, Bashful works". "But, you still have to be Miss Criticism".
OOC:LOL, sorry, I'm sort of having fun wit this nickname thing.

OOC: Do we still want to go ahead with this mission even though we lost Dags and Mick?
Good question, should their character just tag along?

Good question, should their character just tag along?

OOC: If the new mechanic gets here... we have four, and we just assume they are tagging along... think four is enough?

OOC: Should be, we have 2 close range, and a sniper, and a Mechy, and he might be able to double as a medic.

OOC: Do we still want to go ahead with this mission even though we lost Dags and Mick?

OOC: No, we don't. The mission can't start until UHC gets back.
IC:

Emma cracked her neck. "That's Ms. Criticism. I haven't been miss since I was fifteen." She got up and put her rifle on a rack mounted on the hull of the 'copter.

OOC: Whos UHC?
IC:Saya again blushed at what Emma said, "Really, wow, I'm still a miss".
OOCA: That is the difference between miss and ms right?

OOC: No, we don't. The mission can't start until UHC gets back.


OOC: It's going on 3 hours to eat dinner... I don't know of most people taking that long...

OOC: Oh, UHN Why did'nt you say so?

OOC: Whos UHC?
IC:Saya again blushed at what Emma said, "Really, wow, I'm still a miss".
OOCA: That is the difference between miss and ms right?

OOC: United human counties is UHC. He's the guy who started the RP.
And the difference between Miss and Ms. is that Ms. doesn't comment on whether a woman has been married or not, much like the title Mr. Thus, Ms. is considered to carry more respect, because Miss implies that the main purpose of a woman is to get married.
That was the original meaning. Nowadays, 'miss' is generally used to refer to a younger, immature girl, whereas 'Ms.' generally refers to an older, mature woman.

IC:
Emma coughed slightly. "I'm guessing 'miss' and 'ms.' have a different meaning in your country..."

Saya nodded, "Yeah, I'm guessing so".
OOC:Alright, abort mission for now, I'm getting off.

"Okay Mister Idealogy, sure thing. Oh, Micks new nickname is sleepy".
OOC: Just catching up
IC:
At this Mick opened one eye, "Hmm? Didn't think I was out for too long," he said checking his watch. "Now what's this about a new leader? I thought only pirates mutinied." He flashed a smile.

"Usually... but then again... of course, its hard for us to do anything WHEN OUR PILOTS ARE ASLEEP!"

D4 shook the pilots' seats. Then gave up and sat back down.

"I could fly this thing, not that different from what I've been trained on. I doubt the boss and the pilots would appreciate that of course. Besides, famous last words right there."

He considered the usefulness of the environment suit he was clad in, trying to decide if the trade off of being less able to shoulder his weapon was outweighed by Supposedly protecting against the attacks of claw armed Afflicted, and being thermally cool.

"Hey, how hot is this place, I know its damn hot, but gimme a number, somebody?"

"Well, the Sahara tends ti hit around 136* Faranheit. And if this is one of the hottest places on Earth I'd expect it to be hotter." Mike replied then getting up and poking one of the pilots a few times.

"Hmm... suit, effective camo... suit, effective camo... the decisions we face in life. Well, I guess I can put up with the suit to dodge 150* weather, but damn, they WERE NOT designed with snipers in mind."

He decided that he might as well examine this AP ammo again, make sure he understood it perfectly. He examined a round, hardened 7.62NATO AP bullet on a 51mm cartridge, relatively precise by military standards, supersonic, not his favorite arrangement in short.

"Damn, I really wish these things were subsonic, or atleast Dectoral Match Grade, these things are fine for normal work, but come on, this isn't normal work. I wish I'd brought my own god damned ammo. Like I said, you make due with what you got..."

OOC: I've been asleep for 8 hours, could someone give me an update?

IC:
John Macked said "Has anyone seen a zombie yet? We need to be on our guard, good thing we have suppersors on the guns."

OOC: We're still not off the base, you didn't miss much aside from some pretty humorous smalltalk.

OOC: You missed my guy not calling the undead zombies, and checking to see if the general is dead, or undead, in the bathroom.

John sighed and said "I should've just brought a M1 Garand, if it worked for wave's of Jap's, why not zombie's, 30-06 has a lot more stopping power then 9mm."

"Well, you can't win em all right? What I wanna know, is whats the point of 9mm AP ammo, it already perforates like a *****. Besides, as long as you hit their heads, the stopping power doesn't matter, instant neutralization if you hit the top of the spinal cord or the medula oblongata. Of course, with the Afflicted, a round anywhere in the brain accomplishes the objective
Dagger-4 Shenyangi SAS by the way, nice to meet you."

Dagger-4 greeted this man whom had just arrived from the briefing room, especially since he didn't have a problem with him.

John smiled and said "Hello Dagger 4, I am John Macked, I was in the Calizorinstan Marine's for 15-20 years, then in this special operation's buisness for 10 years, and now, I was picked from all the member's of the Falcon team to come here. I served in Vietnam. I guess the CAR-15 9mm is fine, I do have an attachment to it, it's served me fighting human's, now it'll end it's days fighting zombie's."

"Yeah, I've been in the service for about 12 years now, 2 as ISAF base security, and 10 in the ISAF SAS, I've been dealing with this kind of thing for, maybe, 4 years now. Not sure, but that might make me the person here with the most experience in this field, if I'm not mistaken.

Sniper for 'bout 8 years, starts wearing on you real quick, this kind of work. SAS sent me, probably because I can neutralize the Afflicted more efficiently than anyone else with this weapon. Crazy world we live in, terrorists, the Afflicted, psychotic governments, what a life."

He patted his MSG-90, then examined the scope to ensure it was still correctly mounted.

John Macked said "My great grandfather was a prince in Prussia, fought in the Boer War, nearly killed Winston Churchill, and fought in WWI, and my uncle fought in Vietnam also, and the Korean War too, so the Macked family's alway's been a miltary one. I've been on one of these zombie mission's, and trust me, the first one wasn't an easy one!"

"I can't claim such an illustrious lineage, my father was the first member of my family to serve, back in the Shenyangi Revolution in the late 80's. Helluva good shot, but he was infantry, hated snipers. So, when I became one we drifted apart, I was what he feared, but that's not important. Before him, well, we've had members of military contractors, building the weapons, but never anyone that used them, he and I are pretty much unique."

He paused for a moment.

"My first mission was back in 1999, a small scale outbreak in a desert town, maybe 50 of the Afflicted, total. Well, when we left, we'd racked up a total of 100 kills, and that's what stays with me, that first mission, where we weren't able to protect the civilians. The others are there, but that one just keeps coming back. Hell, here I go, getting all morbid about it. Sorry, this happens from time to time. I hate talking spoecifically about this type of thing. I'm sure you understand."

John said "I understand, my first mission involving the Afflicted was just yesterday, we saw some with a dead survivor, and it made my blood boil, so I killed any I saw in anger, I didn't feel sorry for them any longer. I am sure you understand, having been in several misson's yourself, the rush of anger. That was my first mission yesterday involving the Afflicted, I killed about 40-45 Afflicted's on my part though, wonder how much harder this one's going to be, they installed supressor's on all of my gun's."

"Well, they're these new 'Slasher' things, so they've got some nasty claws, and they can jog... they're former military, so that may have some residual effects, hunting as a sqaud, or they could be so far gone that they're solitary. The only thing that worries me, is that I've seen these things evolve in Shenyang, and sooner or later, they start growing something like armor, makes things tougher, but they still don't hold up against AP ammo. I personally do feel bad about it, they're people with a disease, not a new species. So its like we're shooting the chronically ill to prevent them from spreading the disease. Everyone's entitled to their opinion, but I think that the people are in there somewhere. Just don't expect me to try to prove it."

He forced a weak laugh. He understood the reason that Macked was angry, he'd been the same way, and he knew people with the same feelings. He didn't subscribe to it anymore, but he understood and didn't confront people about it. He hoped that Macked would change the subject, but didn't expect it, this was their mission, and the mission wass what was important.

"Call me cold," Mick chimed in, "But I'm thinking of 'em as dead once they're bitten. I mean, once they're 'infected' I guess you could say there's no way to save them unless the general has a cure he's hiding on us. Everyone's entitled to their opinion, but I say they're dead already, so there's no killing involved."

"hmmm... well, enough philosphy for now, lets go over this plan we'll be executing... IF THE PILOTS WILL WAKE UP ALREADY!!!!"

He pulled out his maps and aerial photos, as well as a live uplink to thermal monitoring of the site via ISAF satellites.

"Alright, I'm going to be up here..."

OOC: Sorry, went out on a date then went to bed.

IC:
Frank finally stumbled out of the bathroom, he knew he shouldn't have eaten that chili last night. General Lawrence came out of the HQ with Edward, what they were doing their was anyones guess. Frank wore the same thing as usual, brown bomber jcket, blue shirt, denim jeans, hardly pilots gear. Except for now, he has a .45 automatic holstered in a shoulder holster underneath his jacket. "Sorry for the delay, just needed to review some of the tac data with Edward." Everyone groaned a sigh of relief. "Talking about first missions, eh?" Said Edward, pulling himself into the chopper. "Just a word of advice," Said the General. "Slashers hunt in packs, and they are actually semi-intelligent, they can coordinate in a group and will always gang up on one person to make a kill. That being siad, good luck." Frank climbed into the Pilots seat and started the rotors. "Lets do this!" He shouted as everyone climbed in. And off they were, for one of the hotest places on Earth.

The radio crackled with life, it was General Lawrence. "be advised," He said. "Aliston is a former mining town, only accesable by tunnels through the surrounding mountains or by air. When the military gave up, they sealed the tunnels and put a no fly zone around the area, to prevent the infection from spreading. Also, satalite photos have confirmed several slasher contcts in small groups, and several larger unidentified contacts in the area."

The radio crackled with life, it was General Lawrence. "be advised," He said. "Aliston is a former mining town, only accesable by tunnels through the surrounding mountains or by air. When the military gave up, they sealed the tunnels and put a no fly zone around the area, to prevent the infection from spreading. Also, satalite photos have confirmed several slasher contcts, small groups, and several larger unidentified cotnacts in the area."

Oh great Mick thought No way out..
"Anyone else getting that sinking feeling about air being our way in and out? Oh well," he said racking a round into his rifle. "No water this time."

"No water means less risk of drowning." Said Ed from the back. "But what makes me nervous is those larger contacts General Lawrence was talking about, what are they?"

OOC: I have to go somehwere, I might or might not be on again. Whoever wants to can RP as my character and the general as long as you don't get either killed.

"No water means less risk of drowning." Said Ed from the back. "But what makes me nervous is those larger contacts General Lawrence was talking about, what are they?"

"Got me," Mick replied, "But as long 6.72 AP works on them I'm not worried. Here's hoping if I run out the .40 in my DSP will work OK. He did say they tend to gang up on people that are alone though. We'd be better off putting someone with each sniper then having the remainder as a single group groundside. But that's just my take on it. I'm probably just getting increasingly paranoid since the last mission."

OOC: I have to go somehwere, I might or might not be on again. Whoever wants to can RP as my character and the general as long as you don't get either killed.

OOC: Dunno about anyone else, but I'll wait. Things tend not to get done when the guy running the RP leaves.

OOC: Never mind, came back. We just gotta wait for everyone else.

I guess the CAR-15 9mm is fine, I do have an attachment to it, it's served me fighting human's, now it'll end it's days fighting zombie's."

OOC: The CAR-15 uses 5.56 x 45 mm cartridges, not 9mm.

IC:

Emma smirked a bit. "Snipers are supposed to work in pairs, anyways. Spotters and shooters, don't ya know..." She pulled out her pistol and began checking it. "Ed's right, though. Why are we going in there blind? What're the larger contacts?"

OOC: To quote a certain Final Fantasy 8 character : 'Stand by... How Boring...'

James had put on a camel back, a kind of plastic bladder that contained roughly a gallon of fresh water in order to prevent himself from dehydrating.

"Good Day, comrades!", he greeted everyone as he got into the chopper.
"General!", he respectfully greeted the general and got himself a seat, his reliable assault gun secured between his legs.

"Doesn't sound to good. What's our main objective, Sir? Shall we just make sure none of those undeads creep there any longer?", he asked.

OOC: FINALY MORE PEOPLE! Lets get this started.

IC:

The chopper touched down near an old train station, dried blood covered the platform. Everyone in the team jumped out and checked the area before returning to the chopper. "I'm gonna lift off now." Said Frank, waiting for a response. He tossed something out of the chopper. "Its a flare pistol, fire it up if you ever need any help!" It was only then they discovered the transport chopper had been outfited with two heavy machine guns. "You guys have fun now, don't let me hear you whining on the way back!" And with that, he took off and left them in the hot dry dustbowl.

The General spoke over the radio. "Your main objectives here are to secure a sample of the virus, something the reasearch team with squad two failed to do on their last mission." Ed shook his head. "And how are we supposed to do that sir?" The general chuckled. "Take a skin sample. Secondary objectives will be to exterminate as many as possible and find out what those larger conatcts are, then head back to the evac point."

"Hold on there chief," Mick said questioningly, "I hope you don't mean get one while they're up and moving do you? I mean, can't we just kill one and take the sample really quickly?"

OOC: Did up a quick copy of Mick's rifle while waiting for responses. Yes it's very Halo-esque, but what can I say? I like the design. The magazine's the long black part that stretches to the hand guard. It's loading works similar to the FN-P90
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/DM-32.jpg

The radio crackled again. "Thats the point, take the tissue sample when its dead. It doesnt really matter, as long as we get a sample of the virus."

John hopped out with the other's and checked his gun's, to make sure they were loaded and said "How did the virus start, I mean, how did it begin, I don't want to be contaiminated by it and become a zombie, if I do, please kill me."

The radio crackled again. "Thats the point, take the tissue sample when its dead. It doesnt really matter, as long as we get a sample of the virus."

His sigh of relief was a little too apparent, "Thank God. And here I thought we were being told work miracles." He checked his silencer and spare ammo and prepared to move out.
He turned to John, "No problem, just make sure if it happens to me you'd do the same."

John nodded and said "If I am bitten and die, it won't be really my fault, and when I am killed by you, just remember I am in heaven a happier place, and I'll remember the same of you. I don't think I will, but hey, being prepared for the worst make's it not happen, or at least, a very high chance we won't be bitten. I am lucky I have a .45 pistol though, it's like the S&W from Dirty Harry." He looked around cautiously for sign's of the slasher zombies, and said "It's creepy, it look's like an abandoned town, but there are zombie's lurking, what's the population number? It be nice to know how many we have to kill before getting out of here."

Mick looked at the pistol and smiled, "Good movie, but let's focus. Like you said, we're not sure on total numbers and there are those 'larger readings' to look out for."
He shouldered his rifle and used the integral scope to start scanning the immediate area for any of the zombies.
They must've heard the chopper, where are the bastards? Could they be...? Nah, pack hunting or not, they can't be smart enough to set a trap. Could they?

John saw a movement in the tree's, that wasn't a member of the team, for he looked in the scope of his CAR-15 and it was a zombie indeed, he fired his 5.56 CAR-15, and killed it, and said "Good thing I saw movement in the tree's."

"Could it be coincidence," Mick asked not taking his eyes off the surrounding terrain, "or was the zombie partially concealed on purpose? I mean, it's been confirmed that they hunt in packs, but you don't suppose they're smarter than that do you? Smart enough to-"
His rifle snapped up and let loose a shot into some hedges. He was satisfied when a mutated corpse wearing what was left of combat fatigues fell out.
"Like I was saying, you don't suppose they've got the brains to set a trap?"

"Stay together in groups.", James advised over the squad radio. "If those new type aquires only one target at a time its better to give them a confusing multitude. Anyone knows the Zebra? Does pretty much the same."

He secured a part of the landing zone with the barrel of gun constantly following his eyes.

"We should go on to the village."

John not keeping his eye off the hedge's, popped a M203 grenade into the further'st hedge, and a group of 5 Zombie's wearing combat fatigue's fell out, dead from the grenade and replied "What I am more intersted in, is where the virus originated and spread, that would give us..(He fired the CAR-15 in the wooded area, and a zombie in combat fatigue's fell down, dead) a clue about how this started." He didn't keep his eye of the terrain while repling to Mick.

"Yeah, that'd be good to know. But for now I'm with James. Let's get to the village. But first, cover me. I'm going to get a sample."
He dropped his rifle onto its sling and unholstered his pistol. In his other hand he had his knife out. He slowly approached the nearest downed zombie with his pistol and eyes on the surrounding area.

"From what I know, before the outbreak, the population was sveral thousand." Said Ed. "and from what we've seen, they do appearently have the brains to set a trap." Continuing on into the town, they saw signs that iys residents and military didn't go peacfully. Numerous burnt out vehicles, barricades, tanks, bullet holes and grenade craters were a testament to it. But what was more shocking is that a couple of the buildings looked like they had been ripped apart, not by and explosion, but by something very big..... "We should continue on, the town square isn't far from here, the hospital is their as well. We might be able to find something to carry something larger thana tissue sample, perhaps the head, if we're lucky."

John sensed movement ahead of Mick and fired his CAR-15 into the bushes, and fired more, and 3 zombie's dropped out dead, and as Mick retrieved the sample, John opened fire on a unlucky zombie who stuck his head above the hedge, and it dropped, presumably dead, but to make sure John lobbed a grenade by hand to where the zombie dropped, a good distance from Mick, and he saw 3 zombie bodies fly up in the air, and as Mick came back with the zombie sample he said "Let's go Downtown, look alive, these aren't ordinary force's we're facing."

As they continued downtow, they heard the hum of a powerplant. "A pwoerplant, eh? We should go invesitgate, seems foolsih, though, hu?" Said Ed. They entered the building, only to hear what sounded like screeching metal as it tore away from something. The hum ceased. "Hoo boy...." Said Ed, checking all his weapons for ammo.

D4 moved toward the building he'd identified, his supressed XD at the ready. As he reached the wall he quickly peeked inside. It was a small one room building. There were two inside, he aimed through the broken window and quickly placed a .45 ACP round in the skull of each, the rounds pretty efficiently took their heads off, all with as much sound as an extremely soft cough.

"Slash 2 at my overwatch position. Repeat, Slash 2."

He climbed onto the roof of the building, which was a rather impressive feat in the suit and gear with a sniper rifle. Once he'd set up the angle he needed to cover the squad he reported in.

"Dagger 4 is on-station, beginning overwatch."

He swept the area with his rifle, searching for a target. Ahead of the squad he found a lone target, moving as cautiously as it could.

"You've got 1 contact at your 11, range 600m, probably a forward scout, I'm engaging."

He loosed one of the rounds from the MSG-90. The supressor brought the sound down to that of a moderate cough. The 7.62 round impacted its skull, and imploded the side. The Afflicted's head twisted around and it fell in a spin, crumpling to the ground.

"Slash 1. Slash 1."

"What the hell am I hearing down there, I've got a substantial thermal bloom in that building. Looks like something's messing with a heat-exchanger down there. Oh, another one, your 6, engaging."

The round once more ripped up its victim.

"God save me..."

He waited for a response from the team about what was down there, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

As John and Mick walked down the street, John motioned for him to get to cover, he hissed "A slash sniper." He leaned out from his cover, and he opened fire, knocking the slash sniper down, and he said on the radio "Falcon 1, I've killed Slash Sniper, repeat I killed Slash Sniper, I see a group of them coming up the road." He went out, used his CAR-15's M203 launcher and launched 2 grenade's, killing 6 Slasher's, and motioned for Mick to help him, for a second group were coming down the road.

"Hey man, don't have to tell me twice."
He turned to the other group and began dropping them one after the other with precision headshots.
"Just hope the ammo holds this time. I'm carrying double."
"Oh and Dagger4," he replied into his radio, "Your guess is as good as mine. I just hope it's not what the general had in mind. I might need a bigger knife."

"I see 'em, engaging."

The rifle whispered a staccatto song as he quickly engaged the small tide of Afflicted that were engaging his squadmates.

The numbers were quickly being whittled down under the combined fire of the squad.

Something large and hulking shifted its self out of where the ruined generator was. It looked aboutthe size of a regular human, except thick growths of what looked like bone plate growing out of its skin. It roared at them, not a skill the avereage "afflicted" as D4 called them. It lumbered slowly towards them, its plates clearly weighing it down. He let lose with his rifle, each one impacted, cracking the armour. It snarled and snapped its head in his direction. The next shot shattered it facial bone plate and went right through its skull, killing it. It stumbled and fell, slient.

"F*** F*** F***!!!!!! Not these things! Not Here! God Damn it. I hate always being right!"

He emptied the magazine as quickly ass he could accurately, dropping easilly a dozen before the extended 40 round mag dired up.

"Do Not let those things get anywhere near you, they look slow, but trust me, they'll rip you open. Ah shit... Mick, 6 o'clock."

The freshly reloaded rifle coughed as a rounded headed down range and into one of the afflicted, only feet behind Mick.

"Clever bastards..."

As John fired his M203 launcher, and his CAR-15 5.56 he said jokingly over the roar of the fire "I dub this road, "Highway to Hell", after that AC/DC song, (he killed 5 more zombie's with prescison head shot's), man this place is getting hot look alive Mick!" He saw another sniper, was quick enough pulled out his .45 and shot it twice, it fell down and landed on the road, dead sure enought, then he put his pistol back, and fired some 5.56 into it, just in case, and then fired at the other group's of Slasher's coming down the road.

"Good lord, now they can roar?!?!" Mick was reloading to drop another 35 zombies, "Will the wonders never cease? And was that armor I saw covering it? Small wonder the army got it's ass handed to them. With any luck, things'll clear up enough to go in and snag a piece of it. Not now though."
He charged the bolt and went back to work, praying that there weren't many more of those armored nightmares skulking around.

John reloaded, and whirled behind him, with his S&W Model 25, and fired twice at a slasher 60 feet from him, knocking it, and he switched back to hs CAR-15, reloaded it, and killed 10 more Slasher zombies.

((OOC: UHC can you tell me if I can join or not, I posted my bio on the recruitment thread))

Mick was working his way through his ammo supply a lot quicker than he had hoped.
Our weapons are silenced! The guns can't be what's attracting them all...Could they be able to communicate?
"Guys, call me crazy, but you don't suppose these things can...communicate do you?" I mean, the weapons are silenced, we're not yelling, the suits cut down on smell. I don't see too much else in terms of possibilities here."

Ed motioned for them out into the street and fired off the flare pistol. "Frank better be around..." He muttered to himself. The radio crackled to life. "What and who needs to die!" Shouted Frank over it. "Frank, calm down, we need you to recon our way back to the evac point, also, you got anything that could fit a head?" Ed said. The radio crackled again. "Got my water cooler here, that might work." "That'll work, hurry up and recon." Ed bent over the hulking corpse and cracked the bone plates on its neck. Quickly pulling out his knife, hesliced off its head. "Lets get out of here." He said. Frank came on the radio again. "Bad news, got a whole bunch of Slashers heading towards your postion."

John unpacked more 5.56 ammo, and reloaded his gun and said as he shot and killed a Slasher Sniper, and lobbed a grenade at a group of 6 Slasher's, killing them, "Maybe, but will they pull us out of here, if we all run out of ammo? It would be a good idea!"

"Fantastic," Mick said over the channel, "Oh and Ed, thanks. You saved me a rather unpleasant job. Now all we have to do is get out of here alive and the drinks are on me this time."
He loaded one of his last five clips into the DM-32 and prepared for the worst.

OOC: The mission is almost over, so wait till the next one.

Ed nodded. "Itdoes seem like they do have the uncanny ability to hone in on our position, the roar might have attracted more, but even before that they still were following us and hunting us." Something crashed through the door, not something big, about man sized. More crashing sounds, ecept this time through the unbroken windows. "Shit..." He said, reloading his rifle and checking his grenades.

OOC: My forum thing logged me out, let me log back in as united human countries

"Ed? Ed?!? Dammit Ed report! What's going on? Guys, hope you're all ready for a run and gun, I think Ed needs bailing out."

John said as he lobbed a couple of grenades out of his M203 towards a group of Slasher's killing 8 of them, and he shot the rest "Next time Mick, the drink's are on me, I'll be happy to be in the chopper again I must say!" He fired more at a group of zombie's headed up the road, killing them all, he then reloaded and fired more, hoping to hear the evac chopper's rotor's soon, but it didn't stop him from concertrating and surveying the envrioment to make sure there were no sniper's, he saw one, raised his CAR-15 and fired, killing the slasher sniper.

"I have good news, those things, the rest haven't started moving yet. So far you've just got a ton slashers coming, but other than that thing, the rest aren't active, hibernating perhaps."

*Tsht*

*Tsht*

*Tsht*

*Tsht*

Rounds rocketed down range, impacting on as many Slashers as there were rounds.

A loud roar echoed behind him.

"AH HELL! I got one Chrome Dome up here, you're on your own for a few moments, don't die on me."

The creature was looking at him from the ground, he knew it couldn't reach him if it tried, but he wasn't going to wait.

"Alright, lets do this Chromy."

Slinging the MSG-90 he drew his XD-45 and planted a double tap into the plate in front of its face. It growled and he smirked at it.

"Ya want some more? How's this?"

He fired another double tap, the rounds hammered through the plate, embedding into its gray matter. It went down in a heap, he placed another round into the hole and wheeled around. A lone Slasher had made it up onto the roof. A single round finished him off. Running over to the edge he killed the others near the building. He got back into position and returned to covering the others.

"Dagger 4 back on-station."

"Good to hear Dagger. Slight change of plans. I need a route cleared to Ed's position. He needs help. Everybody ready for a brisk morning run?"

Ed was to busy fighitng for his life to answer the radio message. He had used up all his grenades, he only had one clip left for his rifle and his pistol had jammed. Basically, he was screwed unless help came soon. The noise from the fight kept attracting more and more. He was out of ammo now, he resorted to using his knife, decapitating or stabbing them. He found himself backed against a window and an idea humped into his head. He threw his pistol at the window, shattering most of the glass. He letp out onto the street only to be narrowly missed by a sniper bullet. But the round tore through one slashers head and into the torso of another. not so much of a miss after all....

"Those Chrome Domes... ah dammit. I'm goin' in."

He jumped off the roof, rolled to his feet and switched to a reflex sight on his rifle.

Running into the town he drew his pistol and took down any Slashers in his path. He ran toward one of the buildings housing a Chrome Dome, as he called them.

"Its the Chrome Domes, the slashers are following orders, I got the one 2 blocks east of you, RV with me here."

Unslinging his rifle D4 burst into the building. The Chrome Dome was alone inside the small building. It growled and he fired a rapid fire string of shots into its skull at close range. The third round pounded through, and 2 more ensured that the thing wasn't getting up.

"They'll know I did that, I'm en route to you, expect company."

Slinging the rifle and pulling the XD he reloaded and burst out the door and rn full tilt toward the rest of the squad, desperately trying to get there before he could be attacked.

John said "Let's go, NOW!" He roared at the top of his lung's, firing at the Slasher's head's as he ran, some hitting and killling the Slasher's, some missed, but he saw the other's that missed the other Slasher's, the other Slasher's were taken out by the rest of the squad, he found Ed's posistion, and shot all the Slasher's in the head, that were in his way, he got up to Ed and said "I and Mick came to help you, ready to run?"

"You got it." Frank's chopper roared over their heads, laying down HMG fire into the crowd. "Looks Like I got here in time, head t the evac point, I'll meet you there!" They dashed towards the old train station, firing what ammo they had left. "D4, moving to evac point" Came a radio message.

OOC: I gotta go, I may or may not be on Anyone can RP as my characters.

John and Ed ran full speed towards the train station, the evac point, firing what ammo they had left, John estimated he had killed 105 Slasher's, and he was glad to be on the train station when he got there, but he was cautious and fired some pistol shot's into the hedge, killing 2 Slasher's.

"En route, ETA 1 minute, can I get some cover on the west road? I'm the one with the environment suit and sniper rifle, they're the hoarde behind me, thanks again!"

He charged into the train station, rolled through a doorway and sprinted on toward the chopper.

It hadn't quite touched down yet when he dove aboard through the open door. He covered the route that the squad had to come by, glad that the chopper only had one door.

John and Ed leapt into the helicopeter with D-4, and John and Ed sat down, and John covered the rest of the squad as they came nearer, and John said to Frank, as everyone climbed aboared, "We've earned our keep today eh?" Frank replied "You sure did, no zombie's tried to climb in today thank goodness."

"Copy that, Blue-1 to Evac. Over.", James replied over the radio and fired against the coming undeads while the squad retreated.

james coverd the squad until he finally reached the train station. "Freakin'! What a hell of a city."

"Squad! Requesting status from everyone!", James spoke in his microphone. He nervously waited for the chopper to come down while he took cover behind a broken window. Some hits with the buttock of his gun cleaned the window and he fired at the coming Zombies and Slashers while he waited for the reports of his fellow teammates.

"Dagger 4, on board the exfo bird. John and Ed are with me, need assistence over there? Where the hell is Mick?"

Frank lowered the chopper down so that the squad could come on board, and John fired the HMG as cover while Ed helped Jame's and the rest of the squad in the chopper.

Mick took up a position to cover the squad as he went in last.
"I got it from here, let's just get onboard and get the hell out of here."
He took shots at the closest slashers and then moved on to the rest.
Once all were onboard he ran in and yelled at Frank,"Take us up!"

James followed the rest of the squad into the chopper.

"Thank you.", he said and sat down, close to the door to be able to keep firing if necessary. "Maybe we should start thinking about using bombardments to keep the population in control here. Anyone ever tried to burn of of those Things?"

Frank leaned back. "Seen a couple of pilots dump fuel on 'em before, enevr saw them burn though." The chopeer was touched down now. HMG fire rippled into teh village, striking targets indiscriminently. "Is everyone on board?" Said Frank, leaning back to check the squad.

John saw Mick run and jump aboard and saw Alan, Saya, himself, Ed, Mick, and said "I think so, don't you think? I think everyone's here."

"Works just fine, but don't try nukes, tactical, strategic, whatever, if they don't get nailed with the initial blast, all you get are radioactive Afflicted, and that's a whole new world of suck right there. Napalm works really well if you can get them outside."

He looked out the back of the chopper, thankful to be out of there.

"If we ever do this again, we're bombing the hell out of the place first."

He looked over his suit, amazingly, it had survived intact.

John shook D-4's hand and said "Thank you, and thank you for helping me, and warning me about those slasher snipers." He said to Mick "I am looking forward to a warm shower, and a hot dinner, and bed tonight, I am calling my wife, and tell her I'm still alive."

"So guys, 150* and not a drop of sweat. Don't know about you, but I say the suits worked OK. I think I did wet myself when those what did you call them Dag, 'chrome domes' showed up," Mick said jokingly.

Ed chuckled. "I share the feeling." He tapped Frank on the shoulder and he lifted off, just in time, Slashers had surrounded the are where the choppers was. I wonder what General Lawrence wants with the head.... he though to himself.

"Well, I guess we can let Ms. Criticism know she was wrong. Nobody's injured, right?"

He replaced the relex sight with its usual telescopic sight and relaxed, it had been a bad day, so many dead, and he was responsible for many of them. What possible reason could they have for needing the slasher flesh and Chrome Dome head. Something didn't feel right, but he couldn't place it. He just hoped he was wrong.

"If I ever say that these people are gonna mutate again, I'm saying that they're mutating into harmless immobile blobs. Sound good to you guys? I keep getting this right..."

John said "We should label that road down there (pointing to the road into the infected city) the Highway to Hell, it sure felt hot down there, I am glad I got Mick Here, and D-4 (clapping them on their backs) to watch my back, at last count today I killed 175* Affected Slashers." He sat back and relaxed, wiped his head with a wet mop he had in his pocket, it wasn't contaimendated he made sure.

At QCS command

Captured by a security Cam

Unknown: Your Squad is doing very well, exceeding it limits.

Gneral Lawrence: I know. They've managed to obtain a sample of the virus.

Unknown: Oh? What kind of sample?

General Lawrence: From reports the Pilot Frank Green made, a tissue sample and a head.

Unknown: Excelent....this furthers- SHUT THAT CAMERA OFF!
recording terminated

John said "We should label that road down there (pointing to the road into the infected city) the Highway to Hell, it sure felt hot down there, I am glad I got Mick Here, and D-4 (clapping them on their backs) to watch my back, at last count today I killed 175* Affected Slashers." He sat back and relaxed, wiped his head with a wet mop he had in his pocket, it wasn't contaimendated he made sure.

"Hey, you helped just as much." Mike said taking his helmet off, "And when put in the street sign, let's just drop it from the chopper. And yeah, big day. My count's looking to be in the ballpark of 90-100. I tell ya though, for all the ones we take out, you gotta wonder how many more are still out there?"

"Agreed, I think I took 120 of them today, all that fire makes it tough to keep count. that's not counting my 2 Chrome Dome buddies of course."

He got up, stretched, and finally relaxed as he watched the AO disappear over the horizon. He sat back down, and relaxed as he thought ahead to getting to the base.

"Did they lose a division in that tiny-ass town, something ain't right about that. We should have the general fire-bomb the place, charred bones and shock glass is all I want to remember about that place."

John said to Mick "Wonderful Idea, I got the name from the song, I'll buy the drink's tongiht, thank you for watching my back, when this is all over, and I go back home, I'll no doubt have interesting storie's, in fact when this stuff is over, and I go back home, I plan to retire from the military. I am pleased that I've survived to go back to the room and tell my wife I've lived another day, it seem's like fighting the afflicted, if you've got skill and luck, and know their weakness, you'll be fine." He sat back relaxed, and put his helmet on the floor, and wondered what medal they'd get now.

"Actualy, we are." Said Frank. Behind them, fighter jets screamed over the town and dropped Napalm bombs on the area. "If that doesn't deal with them, then I don't know what will."

John said to Frank "We were only inserted to get the virus tissue correct, if that's so, then they could have just napalmed the town in the first place, but I am glad to have survived another mission, must mean I have skill and luck."

OOC: I gotta go.

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning," Mick quoted the famous line, "Smells like victory. And John, I'm definitely thinking the same thing. I'm sticking in it though. I joined the Black Ops because I vowed I'd meet the big guy in charge someday. Til then, I'll keep on truckin'."

OOC: I gotta go.

No prob, can't wait for mission 3!

OOC: Okay, want me to control you characters?

IC:

John checked his CAR-15 ammo and said "I am officialy out of ammo, it's a good thing I manned the HMG on this chopper (pointed to the M60) and did cover fire with that instead..."

John replied to Mick "I can respect that, but thing is, you're younger then me, I'm getting old, those days of bunker raid's, militant assasinations are almost done, and soon when we do this, zombie elimination's will be another thing I can add to my resume. I remember one time when I went on a bunker raid, it just turned to hell in handbasket, the enemy laid down lethal fire, and me and my men were pinned in a corridor, but our allied spec ops come from the opposite side and saved us, you know I thought of that story when you and I were fighting the wave's of the Afflicted Slasher's, just thought it would be a story you'd be interested to hear."

"Definitely," Mick said suppressing a yawn, "Over drinks. Today's walk in the park just tired me out," he said while stretching out and moving to a more relaxed position. Then he started a bit, "Wait, no, can't fall asleep. Otherwise that darn nickname Saya gave me'll stick," he said with a laugh.

OOC: Oh, and bigger pic of the DM-32. Didn't realize how tiny it was the first time...
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/DM-32-1.jpg

OOC: Great... missed another one.

OOC: Yeah, we missed ya...
You should read through it anyway, some plot gets revealed, especially in the last two pages.

OOC: Yeah, I read it all, the head sample and the general doing something on camera with some unknown dude.

OOC: Something tells me our characters' jobs are about to get a lot harder :)
No word on 3 yet though.

OOC: Even if he had been on the 2nd mission, Alan would have said it was a cakewalk. Why do you think he carries a rifle, a shotty, two .50 cal pistols (think Desert Eagles), and two knives? He's ready for a major throwdown, lol.

OOC: Lol yeah. Those 'chrome domes' were something else though.

Let's continue this on the zombie hunters thread so we don't clutter this one

OOC: *Sigh* So Saya missed all the action eh? Ah well, just as long as she did'nt die or anything.

Okay, I'll start mission 3 soon. It's going to be a break from all the zombie hunting, with the QCS infilitrating A terroist base known for its research into various biological weapos. (Whether their will be other things has yet to be seen....)