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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 8:52 pm
Tiki smiled. "Consecutive successes combined with an overall success to failure ratio. Taken into account are use and conservation of resources, supplies, lives, and collateral damage."
He tapped the tips of his fingers together. "Thirty eight successful missions on an international level. Two failures. Thus far, zero deaths other than the intended target. So far, the best record of use of supplies and such. Ammo and stuff."
He appeared to have forgotten he was talking. "Oh. Umm. Does that make sense?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:30 pm
"Perfect sense," Dr. Kurtis replied. "Who tracks those data?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 6:44 am
"Usually it's myself, but there have been observers before. Some people take this title very seriously." Tiki chuckled. "Me, I just love to do it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 6:51 am
Kurtis nodded. "Mmkay. So, uh. What exactly are we doing right now?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 4:00 pm
"Glad you asked," Connor said. He stood.
"We have received word that some of this substance has landed in the Gaza Strip. We will deploy there and try to get our hands on it, or at least gain access to it for research. Tiki, you and apparently Xander as well will be accompanying us, as it is not a safe area."
He looked around. "Any questions?" Tiki had none.
Gray looked at his watch. "We land in twenty minutes. Our intelligence tells us that some of this 'substance' is contained in a small glacier near the western border of Nova Scotia. Our job is to infiltrate the area and obtain the stuff for our side. Any questions?"
St. Cyrill looked around at the gathered men and women. "All right. We'll be going in quiet, about four miles down from these drug runners. We want to get into their camp with as little commotion as possible. Kill only those that resist. And remember, the drug laws and stuff don't matter right now; we're only there for this unknown s**t. Questions?"
PROLOGUE: ENDED
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:07 pm
"Yeah," McMullard told Cyrill. "Why didn't you tell us we were going in that quiet?" With a shift of neck, he indicated something to his team, who all immediately withdrew suppressors for primary or secondary firearms, depending on whether or not they were using assault weaponry. They all proceeded to attach their suppressors, then settled back in. Richard himself screwed and latched the suppressor onto his G36, then nodded, ready. "Let's do this," he told St. Cyrill.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:21 pm
Chapter One: First Contact.
St. Cyrill nodded. A moment later, they touched down.
He led they way, his men and the SAS filing out behind him. They spread out enough to travel silently, and set off into the trees.
ETA: Fifteen minutes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:42 pm
McMullard moved ahead slightly. He was examining the terrain, trying to find out where the camp was. He scanned for sentries, aware that there were probably ambushes prepared.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:49 pm
((Bayer! How'dja do that cool thing on your RP with the links on your little "Story So Far" post?))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:54 pm
((In the upper right corner, you'll see a thing that says "Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:49 PM". Right next to that is a picture of a page. Right-click on that and click on "Copy Link Location" if you're running Firefox. Then you have the link copied to that specific post.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:57 pm
((Ahhh! Got it! Many thanks.))
There were no traps. The drug runners were apparently pretty complacent. They moved through the trees at a good pace.
ETA: 7 minutes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:06 pm
Richard now grew nervous. No traps, no look-outs, no nothing. What sort of camp was this? All their military might was focused well within sniper angle of the camp. That seemed like ill thought out planning. Maybe they were just retarded drug dealers, but... most drug dealers were actually pretty clever, especially once they got this big. Richard was getting really nervous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:14 pm
St. Cyrill felt the same way. He glanced around nervously, but everything was silent.
Silent. In the jungle.
He stopped, holding up a closed fist. His men stopped instantly.
Something was wrong. Horribly wrong.
He made a few short gestures, then continued slowly on his own. He held his silenced rifle ready.
((Ohhh, looks like we're getting too far ahead. We'll have to stop for now. xp ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:44 pm
((Whenever we're ready for our trip to the Djinni-Sage warzone...))
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