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 Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:18 pm
BSAA Base
Chris stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed. "Find anything your size I guess...." Chris sat on a bench and waited for Marcus to be done.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:25 pm
BSAA BaseMarcus grabbed his clothes and gear and put it on. He came back in  with it on. "Eh I guess this looks good enough". He said.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:44 pm
BSAA Base
Chris looked up. "Well I guess we don’t have anything to do until Jill finds Soap and brings him down here" Chris lay down on the bench with his eyes open
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:48 pm
"Guess I should hack into the umbrella corporation system and delete my name". Marcus said. He used his phone and went on his profile and wrote next to it "ELIMINATED", "There we go". He then looked at Chris who looked extremely bored on the fact he had to wait.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 5:48 pm
John "Soap" MacTavish *~*Comm Tower*~*BSAA HQ*~*Soap had been messing with the equiptment up in the radio tower for hours and he wasn't picking up anything of use. Just truckers and teenagers. Soap had been repeating a coded messege over and over, in hopes Claire would pick it up and, understand. The coded messege repeted. Chris no word Claire Redfeild if your out there. SOS Caught Over My Elephant, Tiger Opened, Big Snake Attack Around. Your brother needs help." Soap hit the intercome. "Chris no response yet from your sister." Soap streched in his seat and spun in his swivel chair looking around the room, it was small and computers and radio equiptment littered it. His M14 was resting beside him and he turned back to the ham radio. The elvator made a ding noise. Someone was going to enter the room with him in a moment, he put his hand on his pistol just incase. (I will not be online tomarow.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 9:54 pm
 Unknown LocationDean opens his eyes to see a man sitting in the darkest corner of the cell that he had been in for quite some time. "Hey, you alright?" Dean slowly approached the strange man. "It's over, there hee heere!" The man said with a frightened voice. "What, are you talking about where are we?"Dean leaned forward to grab the strange man, until he noticed that he was covered in blood do to his badly injured arm. "What happened to you?" Dean asked. The man just sat there almost dead like, Dean could here the screams begin to fill the air followed by extensive gunfire. He runs to the cell window and watches as a handful of Soldiers march off into the night. "Hey, where are we?" Dean turns around toward the man who isn't sitting at all now. But is starring at him almost hungry like! Dean goes silent at the sight of the man's bloodshot eyes. Dean quickly begins to search for a way out of the tiny cell, Bars, bars concrete, "This place is like a fortress!" Dean slumps into the opposite corner of the almost dead man, waiting for him to come back to life. The gunfire and screams continue on in the distance until the air is filled with a horrifying scream from the man in the corner. Dean jumps to his feet as the man walks no not walks limps toward him. Dean closes his eyes and waits for his death, instead of a horrible bite all he receives is a face full of blood. Whipping the blood from his face he looks over to see a man with the letters NYPD stitched on his uniform. The man throws a set of keys to Dean and runs off. Dean frantically uncuffs himself and unlocks the cell door, he hurries to the main door of the Police station and flings the door open only to see chaos in the making. He had finally found the place he was looking for, New York. "Oh, boy!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 12:12 pm
TriCell Aircraft, Outskirts of Washington D.C.
"We have confirmation. The beggining perimeter has been stablished." informed one of the military officers. Downing lifted his eyes from a loptop where he was joined by a coworker at the sound of the news. "Any zombie contact?" Downing didn't know what to expect when it came to initial contact. After years of who knows how much zombie activity, you had no way of knowing where they'd be. "Negative, zero enemiy contacts. But as soon as we find those bastards, we're taking them down!" Frederic simply watched the mercenary leader as the army officials gave him the mean eye. He went back to the the laptop screen. Now, he'd have to wait to see what hapepned. The others around him commented that it was an omen that good luck would follow them. Downing wonder about that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 9:53 pm
U.S.A 10:41
Matt reached the top to where Walters room should be luckliy there was one door. He opened it slowly just to be sure but no one was in there the bed looked unused. He walked into the room and felt the bed it was cold so noone had slept in it recently. "Where is he? Oh no they didn't get him did they?" Matt looked around the room but found nothing of use than he heard something hitting the door and zombie mouning and by the sound of it he could tell it was more than one.Crap I can't fight those with just the stick of a broom gotta think gotta think wait the dresser.Matt moved the dresser in front of the door and than got an idea. He started takeing the sheets and tied them in a knot and after about 5 more knots a hand came through the door Matt knew he'd have to hurry. After tieing all the sheets together and to the bed the zombies broke through the door and the dresser and begain chargeing at him like wild animals."Later"Matt says this as he runs towards the window and jumps out only hopeing it'll work. Thankfully it had worked and just as he coudnt go down any further he broke through a window and heard a gun c**k and heard someone yell"FREEZE!!!" Matt lifted his hands and turned toward where the voice came form.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:48 pm
*Rundown Shack*  Jessica eagerly took the revolver, the Raging Bull insignia shimmering back at her. Taking her time she studied the weapon, even pointing it out in front of her to see how it felt. Once satisfied she turned her attention back to Kolya to hear him say that a plane was their connection, their way out of this sickening nightmare she felt she would never rid of. This enlightening information made Jessica a little more confident knowing that not all hope was lost. All that was left was to shoot, shoot, bang, bang there way to safety. As the Communist gave her the intel about their surroundings, Jessica took mental notes.
After he was finished her head was reeling with anticipation and ideas. "First things first, because Vasquez seems to be equipped with an equal amount of gear as you and not to mention the history between you too, I would assume you would want to take care of that b***h." Smiling, Jessica began to pace back in forth, her hand firmly around the magnum."As for me, don't you worry your little head, you know I can handle myself just fine, especially now since you gave me this gun as an advantage." Grinning she waved the gun in a teasing manner. "This means I could follow you and take out several tangos in the front before the others decide to come and investigate." She could feel her speech quickening with excitement. It had been a long time since she felt this amped up before a mission. "Does this sound like a reasonable plan to you?" she questioned wanting to test whether or not he would succumb to her idea. Something they had had trouble agreeing on in the past.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:57 pm
Rundown Shack
Commie ran the plan over in his head and tightened his grip on his AK. He would much rather have a few explosives on hand to occupy the enemy. He chewed everything over and then came up with his own plan to help boost hers. He handed over an extra speed loader round and then had laid everything out. "If you can take out the grunts I'll beat down Vasquez and deliver justice in time. You then take one of the guards SMG's to help kill the men guarding the trucks and we will be set." Commie said.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:07 pm
BSAA BaseMarcus felt like it was a enternity on waiting for Jill and Soap to get down where he was. He grabbed his gun out and started modifing the bullets in it. He then put his weapon away and walked around the room. He looked in the lockers to see if there was a weapon in it or another radio. Nothing was in the lockers beside clothing and old radios. He scratched the back of his head then sat down on the chair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:42 pm
*Rundown Shack* Jessica loaded the speed loader as Commie unleashed his strategic plan. She wasn't surprised that he would have to alter hers, but didn't feel like arguing over it at a time like this. Not to mention the fact that his plan didn't entirely suck. Finally she nodded in agreement, "Alright I'm ready when you are. If you wanted to, you could go out to an unsuspecting Vasquez, give some kind of signal and I'll emerge to take care of the boys?" She wiped the hair from her eyes and waited, wanting to make sure every base was covered before they left.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 12:13 am
Rundown Shack
"I'd be found out. Vasquez knows well enough that I always have my Bull on me at all times." Kolya stated. He could see her discontent about his plan but dismissed it because he wanted to do a thorough job of ending this threat.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:02 pm
BSAA BASE
Chris Sat up and walked over to Marcus "Hey, what are you looking for?" Chris then thought about the final moments of the scene where he was fighting Wesker on the volcano then thought to himself What if Wesker survived the rockets like he survived everything else?
(what do we do now that Jill is gone?)
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