Everyone for Themselves (Literate Assassin Roleplay O/A)

[Sasokata]

[[ Im still wondering where everyone went lol. I haven't gotten any notices anyones quit yet. So I guess I'll PM them and make sure lol ]]

[Zion International]

Kojiwa Red Hood

Bodies were evicerated, cut apart and torn of their bones with fillet knives, cleavers, machetes, chainsaws and axes. Their boneless remnants were thrown into grinders and came out a paste like wet cat food. Red watched this process thinking quietly to herself.

If there was market for human meat she would've exploited it.

[The Westies]

Vampyr

Kodiak looked up from the passenger seat of a black SUV, null of license plates. They had been waiting outside of this bar in the city for what seemed like an hour. His finger rested next to the trigger of the AK-12 gripped in his hands, his eyes moving left then right then left then right, repeating over and over again as he scanned the crowds of people for potential threats. Security for the C.O. wasn't exactly his idea of a mission but he wasn't one to complain. He looked at the soldier in the drivers seat next to him, " Why do you always have that ******** cold air on?" He muttered, shivering slightly from the cold. He pushed open the door to the SUV and placed one foot on the ground, now leaning against the seat slightly, his right hand on the handle and trigger of his assault rifle, the other on the car door. He looked over the top of the bullet proof door cautiously, then set his other foot onto the hard cement, closing the car door behind him. He pulled the strap of the weapon up over his head and let it hang in front of him at his waist, it was small enough and close enough to grab that he would be able to return fire upon taking it, assuming he wasn't hit immediately. He was still in his formal BDU, now wearing the standard Soviet Ballistics vest, a beret still adorned on the top of his head informing passerbys to keep their distance. He yawned and removed a rather large cigar from his left vest pocket, placing it between his lips before bringing a match to to the end to light it. He let the cigar hang in his mouth loosely as he puffed upon it, letting smoke exit through the sides of his mouth. His hands resting on the weapon, one still on the trigger, the other now on the top of the weapons barrel,.

Location: Black SUV outside of city bar.
Armaments: ICQB Kimber (Right Hip Holster), Spetsnaz Knife (Left Boot), AK-12 (Iron Sights, Tactical Flashlight)
Health: Full Strength

[Sasokata]

Major Matthew Vicks

H e a l t h
███████████████ █ 100%


A m m u n i t i o n
█████████████ ██▌ 80%

C u r r e n t W e a p o n
███████████████▌▌ XM16E1 Assault Rifle (5.56x45mm NATO)


"...The Jungle is no place for a weak man..."



After the long enduring firefight had ended the entire deck of the cargo ship was strewn with dead bodies bleeding endlessly. The entire squad dressed in old Vietnam Tiger Stripe Camouflage reloaded their weapons and approached the bulkhead leading to the interior of the ship. The Major looked at the bulkhead and opened it, stepping aside as his fellow Special Forces operators entered the ship, firing very few rounds, only dire hits careful not to cause any ricochet. "Clear every room here. Might as well use this ship as a tactical command point. After all we have new recruits from all of these modern wars wanting to join." The Major said shrugging as he pointed his XM16 down range and looked for a target.



"...Unless your cannon fodder..."