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 Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:12 pm
They were nearly done sweeping when a shout was heard, followed by a small burst of gunfire and silence. Without hesitation, the nearest two soldiers pulled up their rifles and ran for the area. St. Cyrill and the rest followed.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:25 am
McMullard and Hallard swept their scopes over to the source of the gunfire and began sweeping the area visually. McMullard got down to his stomach after a moment's thought. The others followed Cyrill in a staggered formation; at the front was Lt. Liner, who had no specific weapons attachment, then Lt. Tomson, who had a grenade launcher, and then Lt. Monson, who had the SAW. When they arrived on location, they saw...
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Jokerman-EXE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:55 am
...the soldier who had screamed, only he wasn't screaming anymore. He, like the drug runners, was sucked totally dry. His gun lay a foot away in the dirt.
Now things began to get strange. The soldiers, hard and experienced as they were, were beginning to get spooked. They had never seen something like this before. They slowly drifted back to back (more or less) so that their backs were covered. St. Cyrill himself backed away from the tent, gun ready.
((Bayer, go ahead and do your dice roll. That way the next post can be a fatty one that moves the story. And remember, your roll might not be what you think it is. A 1 might not mean death and a 6 might not mean life.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 10:58 am
((Am I still in the RP?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:06 pm
((I have a bad feeling about this - I rolled a five.
The dice here are broken for me.))
McMullard closed the scope on his M40; he slung it over his back and pulled the G36C out again. Into his radio he spoke. "Cyrill. We need to leave. Now," he added forcefully. "Get back here. If you don't come with, I'm taking my team and we're leaving. All of you, back here," Richard ordered, turning around to cover Hallard's back.
Lt. Monson was first to begin to withdraw. He turned on his heel, keeping the M249 up and ready. Lt. Tomson was right behind him, and Lt. Liner started into a jog to keep up. He kept glancing over his back nervously, hoping that the Americans would keep with them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:50 pm
But it was so cold outside. In fact, considering how the sun was rising you'd think the day would become warmer- but the stark indirect sunlight reflected the stark mood of the weather. The wind gushed between Niola's legs and she almost tripped. But it wouldn't really have mattered if she were to trip, no one would be around to help her back up or to laugh at her from a closed window. The town was absolutely vacant.
I think... It's time to go North.
But there was no reason to go North, Niola had no idea what the hell happened to this town. But, she had an urgency to get away.
There must be others... There has to be others.
Niola got into her car, started her ignition, and began to drive North. The air was smelling salty, probably some intense overcast from the ocean. Either Niola was in a dream-state, or something was about to go terribly wrong.
(( What city are you guys in? Uh, if it's no city then that can be worked out. Maybe I can be spotted by one of you guys? There needs to be some way in which I can connect with any of you... |: ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:58 pm
((Joe's fault!
We're in South America. The military team is, I mean. Perhaps we can fold you in somewhere along the line...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:42 pm
((Of course you are Gem, read back to my super fat post that ended the Prologue.
Tree...you're in Chile. That'll make it easier.
And Bayer...PM time. At least you got the same roll as me.))
The soldiers swept the area with their guns, but nothing moved. There was no sound or indication that anything was there but them. The soldiers, including the SAS, were focused on the buildings and treelines. Which, unfortunately, led to their death.
It happened in slow motion for St. Cyrill and Richard. There was a sudden scuffle at their feet, and the men and women looked down as a sudden...shape...shot up and engulfed their legs. Three of Cyrill's soldiers managed to fire into the shadows before they were dragged down. The rest died instantly.
Their life was drained away from them, leaving husks like the ones that had been the drug runners. Richard and St. Cyrill were the last ones standing after just four seconds.
St. Cyrill began to spray bullets into the shifting mass, to no apparent effect. Richard did the same.
Then, it launched itself at them. St. Cyrill had enough time to fire a flare straight up before it hit him in the chest, making him feel like a truck had just backed up over him. He and Richard were blasted into the ground as blackness engulfed them...
((Tree, the flare was for you to bring your character in. Hope you don't mind.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:46 pm
((BUT YOU HAVEN'T PMED ME, FARGOT.
I suppose rolling the same means I survived or something?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:20 pm
((Whenever Gaza Strip is ready to start....
Also, how will time zones be dealt with? X_X))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:34 pm
((At this point, they won't. It's all roughly simultaneous.))
The plane landed at the Gaza Strip at the same time that St. Cyrill and Richard went down, deep in the jungles of Chile.
Tiki led the way, laughing and talking of his shoulder. The rest followed, Connor taking the rear.
"We have a hotel waiting near the site," Connor called. "We'll head there." Tiki took point.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:36 pm
"What can we expect to fear, save for terrorists of all creeds and colors?" Kurtis asked.
((But when it's night in South America, it's probably around morning in Israel. @_@))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:46 pm
((Does that matter?))
Tiki shrugged. "We don't know. Never really do. That's why Xander and I are here." They made it to the hotel, which luckily was nearby. The market was just opening for the day, and it was beginning to get crowded.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:48 pm
((If day is occurring simultaneously in two places? Yeah. Because it'll be weird.))
"Oh, boy," Kurtis muttered. "I hope you guys are as good as, uh, Tiki's record implies."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:52 pm
((Well, it's the middle of the night in Chile...and the opening of market day in Israel...))
Tiki laughed. "Well, I am." He dropped his bags on his bed and took off his jacket, revealing two rows of handguns, assorted ammo, and a single SMG holstered inside the jacket. He pulled off everything, then reholstered three handguns where they wouldn't be seen, even without his jacket.
"Ready to go?"
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