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 Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:28 am
Just Passed The Germany/Poland boarder, 1900 hours.
It had taken longer than she had expected to get her a** out of Germany. She had had a moment of weakness and it had almost cost her dearly. As she had been speeding towards the boarder, the infection already spreading and consuming the people of Berlin and surrounding area she had seen millions of people running and screaming, millions was an exaggeration but still. She had seen a woman, about her age give or take a few years running with an older couple and holding a small child who looked about six.
The infected were everywhere trying to grab cars, lunging for people everything and it was madness. Amber had done the stupidest thing of stopping. She’d never been so sentimental, but maybe it was because of the old couple, the child? She didn’t know but whatever it was she stopped. Getting them in was the easy part, not doing what she knew she should have was the disaster. The young girl and old woman had been bitten. The others cut and scratched. She should have turned them out but she couldn’t... She’d learnt their names and acted like everything was fine... It was until they turned. First the old woman in the back seat, now cradling the girl. She turned and attacked her husband, the younger woman began to scream and Amber did all she could to keep travelling but stop the event. They grabbed at her and she swerved right into a tree, the younger uninfected woman got spiked with a protruding branch, blood spattered over Amber and the car. Without a thought she’d jumped out, drawing her pistol and opened the door, wincing at the thought she pulled the trigger, five or six times.... The bodies all slummed, blood every where and Amber run a hand through her hair, a whimper coming from her mouth. She didn’t want to be part of this any more she never had....
She had to work quickly; she couldn’t afford to give them the proper rites. Piling all four bodies together, she pulled out from the boot of the car a blanket and doused it in the spirit she had found there. Dean had put a note for her to enjoy.... Taking off her blood covered t-shirt she wrapped it on a twig and set light to it, through the burning material onto the makeshift pyre. She had cleared up the car in the best way she could in under twenty minutes, she had reloaded her guns and got everything ready in her backpack, a knife fastened onto her shoulder, wearing a black tank top. She had passed the boarder, no guard was there. Now she was on her way through Poland towards Russia. From there she would contact Dean and give him her details... Thank god that paranoid jerk lived his life locked in a secure ex-army base.
Past Russian Boarder 1400 hours (the Next Day)
Amber had spent most of the night travelling, stopping for short intervals to nap. There didn’t seem to be any outbreaks at first but she knew that soon enough the infection that had consumed Berlin would spread outward, consuming all of Germany and then spreading to surrounding countries. It was the end of the world... Or at least it would be sooner or later. Soon enough she had been caught in a mini outbreak, in a small village. She had escaped without much difficulty minus being flung through the air after she stupidly shot at the engine of her car to get rid of the perusing small hoard. Several cuts and scrapes on her arms had been the out come and a few on her face. She was now carrying her two pistols strapped in her leg holsters and her knife. In her bag she had a very limited amount of spare ammo, three passports, five flash grenades and a sawn of shotgun. Needless to say the explosion had caused her to be a little wobbly and she was slow in her pace as she started through Russia in search of a car, unfortunately her cell wasn’t picking up a signal. So for now she was alone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:23 pm
Edward "Roach" MacTavish  -Base Gander Canada 0800-Roach landed at the base and stepped out of the Seaking on to the helipad and walked to the base his ACR in hand. Roach enters the base and finds his office. The computer comes to life as he boots it up and he opens his email and then opens the message with the file on his mission. This'll be interesting....." Roach shut down the computer and locked his office up. Roach walked to the landing strip were an AC-130 gunship was waiting. "Might as well get this done and over with." Roach had been flying almost all morning now and what made matters worse he had to halo jump into Raccoon city then use they sky hook method to evac when he was done. Roach got ready as the plane took off strapping the halo jump suit on. -Raccoon city air space 1925 hours-
The door of the AC-130 opened slowly as the crew pilot forced it open trying to hold it open from the 350 Kilometer per hour wind. The halo suit was uncomfortable but at least it was an improved model that lowered the risk of well death. Roach made sure his pack was on securely, if he lost that he'd be screwed it had all of his equipment in side. Roach still didn't quite know what the threat was. He knew about the quarantine but he had no idea why some diseases as the media had told the public. Roach brought the oxygen mask up and over his mouth followed by his googles. the cabin light turned red and the 88 millimeter guns fired on Roach's landing space to clear it of any threats. The guns went silent and the cabin light turned green and the crew pilot yelled that the area was clear and that it was go time. Roach stepped back and gave him self a running start as he jumped out into the cold night air. The fall was fast and even though he was more then fifty thousand feet in the air the jump lasted less the five minutes. As he reached 500 feet he pulled the rip cord and the chute opened. Roach aimed his landing for the roof of an apartment and touched down pulling the chute off his back and it glided off. Roach found a corner in the roof and took his halo jump suit off and packed it away in a hiding spot he would need it later for the sky hook exfiltration. Roach un packed his kit he had his ACR, USP's, and tough book and other computer components and hacking equipment. "Okay Im in." Roach radioed to HQ. His first job was to find survivors or other soldiers that have been sent in and team up with them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:52 pm
Catago, Costa Rica 2000 hours
Walther awake on his house alone, with a strong smell of beer on the room "Was all a dream?, that means Im falling on the paranoia" Walther headed to his bathroom to take a shower "Claire... I miss you" Walther stood under the shower like for 2 hours thinking on his beloved Claire and the chances of a outbreak on Costa Rica "I better go and seek some pals to hang out or I will end alone on the paranoia not today, is too late" Walther headed to his TV and watch the news" Walther turned his TV on and look the main notice, 20 minutes later Walther was horrified of the new "A OUTBREAK AT LONDON?!?!"
Walther knew that his Captian was there and hi will need all the help he can get. "No time to loose here Mistro need a hand!" Walther headed to his chest and took his M-16, his Benelli M4 his Colt Phyton, his J23, his Glock 17 and his helicopter keys. "Hold there Travis Im on my way!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:02 pm
Bar in Astana Kazakhstan
"Just looking for work Mr. Downing" Kolya said. He eyed the gasmask to his left and then watched as another carrier wandered by the bar. He let out a small chuckle and then leaned to his rifle.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:24 pm
London, England; Helicopter over Central London
Downing's pick up copter was close to landing. The TriCell troops had managed to push back the infected to clear a landing zone. Things would not go as planned however. Several feet from landing, an unknown young man landed on the side onf the copter and attempted to hijack the helicopter. This alarmed not only Frederic but the soldiers protecting him as well, who planned to take the man out with a few well placed shots. And the plan would have succeeded if it wasn't for the man grabbing Downing and pulling him into the copter. "What's going on?!" was all that Dr. Downing managed to blurt out before he and the prototype dissappeared into the sky, away from the madness in the London streets.
Frederic Downing looked at the would-be hijacker, recognizing him as the man he assumed dead who ran earlier into a dark alley. Ignoring him for a moment he stood up and ordered the pilot to head for the TriCell HQ with this stow-away. Downing then sat down and looked over the weapon while he answered tha man's question. "Yes, of course I am. The logo is fairly obvious, I would think." Downing pointed at the logo, managing to keep his englishman attitude of calmness, even with things going as they were. He did however rub his forehead in frustration as he took out hsi cell phone to respond to the call he had recieved while down in the street. Last he had heard, that mercenary had stayed behind in Africa. Frederic wondered why he was calling after all this time. A few moments and phone rings later, a voice sounded on the other side of the line. "...looking for work." Downing pondered for a moment with hsi hand on his chin before answering. "Very well. If that si the case, make your you are in Tokyo in less than three days. You're skills could prove useful to TriCell as much as they were to Umbrella." With that, Downing hung up to focus on more pressing matters at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 12:55 pm
Edward "Roach" MacTavish -Raccoon City 2233 hours-
Waiting in anticipation Roach was watching the streets. He had set up a small mid range sniper post that gave him a relatively effective Kill zone. His ACR was effective as a sniper replacement but he would rather have a real sniper with him. So far he had not engaged anything because he hadn't seen anything. he was told the threat was every were. He wished he knew exactly what the threat was. all they told him was. "I hope your a good shot. Make sure you hit em in the head. That or take the arms and legs of em eh?" "Bloody words of wisdom..." He told him self. Roach decided to cover some ground and get a good idea of the lay out of the city he was given a map but a map was useless when your hauling a** trying to avoid tangos. He wished he had gotten one of those fancy Heads Up Display's for him self that would be handy as hell. Roach back on his life knowing he was alone if he died would he be remembered? He was working under Alpha Protocol, if he died or was captured all knowledge of him would be denied, his family would probably be told he went A Wall. Roach tied the fast rope to a pipe and roped to the street with his pistol in hand. He wanted to conserve his Rifle ammo. Roach walked through the streets only a few street lamps were on. Roach's weapons were all suppressed and he had the light on his pistol on. "Movement! What ever it is it's limping better put it out of its misery..." Roach fired two rounds at the target one in the chest but it kept moving the second one hit it's head and it dropped. It was human shaped but we're the right arm should have been was nothing. He didn't have time to check it out so he kept going he was glad the light on his pistol was bright it kept in front of him nice and bright. "I need to find some people..." Roach said to him self.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:15 pm
Bar in Astana Kazakhstan
Kolya hung up his phone and then leaned against the bar. He then redonned the mask shedding the disguise of Kolya Golbez and became the truer man of his life. The Communist was back. The Communist read all the data and then thought about Jill Valentine. Was she still alive? Was everyone he met still alive? He snapped out of this depression and then grabbed his weapons and flipped out a PDA and found an airport that he could use. Tokyo? Talk about honor being thrown into the hands of a hellraiser.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 3:12 pm
Helicopter over the sea 0000 hours
"Dude lets hope Im not too late" Walther knew what could happen if he was too late but something on his mind was yelling that someone is behind him, on other craft waiting for take him down and stop him at once, however his radar show anything "Im not sure of this" Walther took his radio and open the channel "Hello? is anyone there? come in!" The radio gived nothing more that static "Damn thing!". But like magic a voice came on his radio "Hello Walther" Walther gasped once he heard his name "who is this!?!?!?!" Walther asked and so the voice answer "Have you forgot me?" Walther start to think who can be then he realised "Dom?????? Is that you?" The man on the radio answer: "yes is me Dom and Im not alone" Walther show no surprise once he heard that "Let me guess... You have Bill and Courtney with you" Dom was shocked on those words "How did you..." Walther continued "Is not needed to be a genius to see that. Tell me what are you using now?" Dom said back "Well is a silent boat" Walther had a feeling of that but he didnt listen it "Not a trick... I see, what are you up to?"
Courtney took the radio and said "We want to bring back Wesker to life"
Walther feared that and said back "He is melt on a volcano how will you do that?" but a missile was show on the radar. "DAMN IT!. I HATE MISSILES!!!"
Walther took the control and raice his helicopter long way of the missile.
"That was too easy... thats no ok something is coming"...
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:09 pm
Middle East/ Africa
Marcus walked into his tent, he then turned the radio on so that of the survivors are alive he can go find them and now it was quite, Marcus looked outside to see everyone going to bed but Marcus didn't go, he decided to set up a trap around the location of the area to make sure they won't be killed by the infected when they sleep.
Marcus finished up on the traps and grabbed the weapons and put them in one tent, as he finished he put out the fire and hopped into his tent and into his bed.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:11 pm
*Copacabana Beach/Rio De Janeiro, Brazil*  The hot, blistering sun hit her face as Jessica walked on the sand that felt like hot coals, stinging her feet as she walked. There she was at the Copacabana beach, in a tiny purple bikini. How could she have actually agreed to do this, walk around almost naked? Cursing at herself, she adjusted her Versace sunglasses and continued to trot down the beach, watching everyone in sight. "Eagle eye, this is sparrow. I see the target." Jessica whispered under her breath into the mic hidden in the straps of her bikini top. Plastering a sensual smile across her face she proceeded forward, walking past the man dressed all in black and placed herself in a nearby bar stool. " "Hey Senorita, what is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing here in paradise by herself?" The man asked as he sat next to here. "Well that all depends..." she purred, leaning into the man as she talked. Her heart stopped momentarily as the man put his hand on her upper leg. She lifted an eyebrow, welcoming the man in. "Actually I came over here to cool off, you see my AC is broken in my hotel room and they can't get a guy over to fix it until Monday." she pouted slightly, expressing her emotions. "Hey baby, you're in luck! I actually am quite the handy man. I can take a look if you want." He rubbed his hand up and down her leg, an untrustworthy grin flashing across his face. "That would be so great of you." Jessica exclaimed taking the opportunity to stand, putting distance between the slime ball and her. This time she laughed out loud at the realization of how this s**t head would regret putting his hands on her. She led the way as they left the beach towards her "hotel room."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:23 pm
Downings Helicopter
Mistro, smirked to the answer the man gave him. Just as Mistro went to plead his case about the whole stealing thing, the man got back on his phone. "Damn phones, what a stupid invention" Mistro thought to himself. He then began searching around the Heli for anything he would thing could be of use to him, even though it wasn't his air-craft. He then noticed that the Co-pilots seat was empty and proceeded to make his way up into the seat. "Ah excuse me dude can you scoot over abit, my a** is alittle big for this tuna-can" Mistro yelled at the pilot. He sat down in the seat, an began putting the head-set on. Mistro looked back at the older looking man, "So you never did tell me your name, an where we headin" Mistro looked over at the Pilot, who was giving him a strange look. "An what the ******** are you looking at?" The pilot just smiled an continued flying, "Ya that's what I thought smart-a**" Mistro looked at the pilot again, then back at the older man. "hmmm Tricell he thought to himself what strange men" he then proceeded to clean the 9mm Pistol that he pulled off the Pilot earlier when he arrived on the air-craft.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:50 pm
London; Helicoptor flying overhead
Now that he had taken the time to confirm that the Anti-B.O.W. Prototype weapon was fully unharmed, Downing turned back his attention to this rather crude man, who not to long ago had attempted to hijack his escape choper in the middle of his departure from an outbreak hot zone. The man further proved his lack of manners by simply asking for Frederic's name, as if they were fast paced to become friends. "It is customary for one to introduce himself before asking others to give their names. As for where we are headed...not that it's your business, but we are headed for TriCell HQ just outside London. We should be there soon, so just sit there and behave."
Afterwards Dowing took out his cell phone again and contacted his superiors, who were surely eager to hear of his progress/ The phone rang once before he was contacted by the chief of the region himself. "Downing here sir. Yes I am on root now. The weapon? A success as far as stopping them. No....that's correct. I will suggest some last minute refinements before mass production in Tokyo begins tomorrow. And sir...I have a guest with me. I suggest the usual treatment." After that Downing hung up his phone and leaned back, watching the scenary from up on high of his native city, peaceful and simple quite posibly for the last time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:40 pm
Umbrella Russian Base; Northen Russia
Few could argue that the abandoned frozen plains of Russian were a hostil and desolate place. Long periods of darkness and extream cold made it inaccesable to most. Thsi ahd been one of the reasons Umbrella chose this location for a secreat base, and it was the main reason Albert Wesker had revived it and made it his. He had spent years there, prepearing for his eventual return, when he wouldonce again attempt to lead the world back down to correct path, under his rule. But Wesker was no fool. It had become rather clear that in order to rule the world, there had to BE A WORLD. With more an mora outbreaks around the worl d as time progressed, it seemed as though humanity, and the world were headed for destruction. But Wesker would not allow that to happen. Soon he would have all the necesary pieces needed to set a new plan in motion.
On this dark and hostil night, no differant to any other in the past month, Wesker found himself in what he called his 'Danger Room'. An are he had designed to keep his combat prowess at a maximum. It also served the purpose of allowing him to see if Uroburos had left any residual effects. Though they had indeed, Wesker was spinding the evening with physical training. Lifting, punching and running beyond what any man, even Olympians could have acheived, Wesker broke little more than a sweat. After a session of lifting 500 lbs weights, Wesker sat on a crate and wiped the little sweat his body had produced and now ran down his chest. A child's voice rang in his ears suddenly as a holographic image of a girl in red materialized on a screen beside him.
"Mr. Wesker, I have news I beleive you will want to see and hear for yourself." It was the voice of the Red Queen, one of the Artificial Intelligences Umbrella had created years ago to manage several aspects of the gigantic enterprise. This one in particular had once been in charged particularly charged with the securirt and management of Umbrella high level assets. As of let though, Wesker, who after all this years still held the disk containing U.M.F.-13, had reprogrammed it to serve as his cybernetic intelligence agent. "I shall be the judge of that..." Wesker replied and turned to the screen, his red eyes refecting in the monitor due to his lack of sunglasses as he waited for the A.I. to continue it's report. "It would seem that TriCell Has had success in weaponizing the T-Virus cure. Though its practicallity is in question since it can only be applied one at a time."
Wesker stood after the Child's voice had stopped and walked in a half circle, letting his brilliant mind work. Still...weaponizing it is a step in right direction. Had I a decent supply of tests subjects, I would have accomplished the same. Placing the towel that he had kept in his hand all this time around his neck, Wesker continued to pace for more than a minute as the A.I. watched her master ponder. "...But without a goal of creating a large level delivery system as the basis of this plan, this small but relevent prototype is meaningless. ......Where is it now?" The A.I.'s eyes started to flash, symbolizing that it was processing information. It found the answer to Wesker's question with ease by hacking the same source where the information came from in the first plaxe: a TriCell mainframe. "It is in London, but will soon be mass produced in Tokyo, to be used by the troops heading into the United States in 3 days." It didn't take long for Wesker to asses the situation and calculate the risks against the benefits, It was definatly time for him to reset his plans in motion, and this would be his first step.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 1:38 am
Downings Evac-Helicopter
Mistro gave alittle smile to the mans comment on the name, an began to chuckle when he said to behave. Mistro leaned over once again to see the older looking gentleman. "How rude of me, The names Mistro the Homicidal Maniac. Pleasure to meet you" The pilot looked over at mistro with a frightened face. Mistro quickly turned his attention to the Pilot "And what would your name be pilot" Mistro said with a less tolerant voice. The man didn't respond but continued flying the plane, Mistro leaned over closer to the pilot. The man did not move, he didn't ever look over. Mistro proceeded to get closer, "Here you go pal, be careful not to lose this again you might need it someday" He quickly slid the 9mm pistol back into the pilots holster an sat back in the Co-pilots seat. "Ahhh I hate flying it always takes so damn long, are we there yet" Mistro yelled with a high-pitched voice like a child.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:09 am
Edward "Roach" MacTavish -Raccoon City 0013 hours- Roach threw two more punches into the thing two heavy hitters as he put all of his weight into it. He had smashed its face in literally and he kicked it aside putting all twelve of his 45 handgun rounds into its head. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING!?? IS THIS THE ENEMY??" Roach yelled at the top of his lungs. "What the ********? I did not sign up for this... there like like zombies... Oh my god I sound insane... I need to find humans..." Roach wiped the sweat from his brow and re loaded his USP. Roach recalled what had just happened he was walking down Jackson street when this thing jumped him from behind out of an ally and knocked him to the ground. The thing was trying to bite him but he wrestled it off and used his knife to stab the thing in the hand and pin it. He then continued to smash its face in and shoot it." Is this why the quarantined the US? Because of an infection that turns them into... zombies?" Roach stood still a moment and caught his breath and cooled down, the last thing he wanted was to be panicking during a fight he wouldn't think straight. Roach took out his map and plotted a general route he would take and then get back to his make shift out post and sleep. Roach put his USP away and took out his ACR and turned the flashlight off and moved slowly and silently. He did not want to repeat what just happened.-30 minutes later-Roach climbed up the stair well to the roof were all his equipment was. Roach barricaded the door and put a small shape charge on it so if anything burst up through the barricade all Roach needed to do was hit the detonator. It would blow what ever it was into nothing and collapse the stair well So nothing else could get to the roof unless it could fly. Flying things were easy to take out Roach had shot down an enemy mercenary black hawk with a Kriss Super V. Roach laid out his therma rest and laid down and fell into a light sleep so he could rest but wake up and react quickly to a situation.
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