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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 2:26 pm
Edward "Roach" MacTavish  -Raccoon City bank roof-"That is true. I suppos best you know that im SAS then, I was in a exchange program." Roach listened to the Tek speak he clearly knew what he was doing, he dicided he'd stick with them. "I'll give you a hand with what ever seeing as we're on the same side." Roach offered. "Umbrella...." Roach's secret top prioraty was to dystroy any umbrella remantes he found. This job was given to him by the flight crew in the AC-130 because aparently it was'nt safe to give to much info over the emil, Roach knew how true that was. "Lets handle that its a top SAS prioraty. I'll give you the intel as we go." Roach motioned to the side of the bank. "I have rappels set up there its the fastest way down. Tell your men to hold there positions I have a good feeling on who umbrella sent and they wont be able to handel him alone..." Roach re loaded his ACR and thought to him self. "H.U.N.K."((Woot fith page and sixtyith post are mine! suck on that bitchazzzz lol ^.^ ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:04 pm
Airplane Unknown Location  Mistro awoke quickly from the thrusts of the plane. He was still abit groggy an wasn't sure what was going on. He glanced around the military air-craft, seeing afew men armed to there teeth with tactical gear. " Ahah What's going on, where are we " mistro managed to spit out, before the man in a dark suit interrupt him. "We told you to clean your act up, and yet you still went on the same path. Why else do you think you were let go from prison. Your mission awaits you " The man waved his hand signalling for the men to open the rear cargo door of the plane. " You can get suited up on the ground until then sit tight this will be over soon " The man turned away as the soldiers through mistro out the rear of the plane.Unknown LocationMistro tumpled and rolled across the hard grassy earth. He glanced up as the plane faded into the night sky. He searched around noticing that he was in basically the middle of know where. " Damn mission what mission? And where the hell am I " Armed with his bare hands Mistro set off on foot heading to the light that he spotted in the distance. He read a rusty old sign on his way that read OON CITY!
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:38 am
Umbrella Facility landing pad
Hunk looked down and could see the Facility. Hunk pointed at the landing pad and said 'Put us down there.'The pilot nodded. Once they got the helicopter landed Hunks team started getting supply's and ammo crates out of the helicopter and set up a small command post."You all have exactly 60 seconds to get your stuff ready, any longer then that and your delaying the mission...and you don't want that.After they were loaded up they headed down into the facility.
Hunk radioed the pilot."Stay in the air and circle the area. IL contact you once we get the data."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:03 am
Town Sixteen Miles Northeast of Raccoon City.
Amber  had landed near the town where the broadcast had come from. Her mind was trying to stay on the job but she couldn’t help but remember what had happened to her friend... Or was he more than that... Was this all her fault... With his death she’d ended up losing the last connection she had to her lover. Her mind was all over the place as she started her search of the small town. Looking for any sign of survivors.
She was tired, tired and drained. Her mind was blanking out, her memories haunting her and the pain she was feeling was terrible, both physically and mentally. The call was an hoax she should have known. Within ten minutes of landing she’d been attacked, shot at and numerous other things. After a long game of cat and mouse she’d managed to get out of there by hotwiring the nearest vehicle that happened to be a motorbike. She hadn’t escaped totally fine though, she’d been caught by two bullets on had grazed her arm the other and got embedded in shoulder blade or around that area. It was still in there, she could feel the metal against her... She couldn’t get it out easily but she’d done the best she could by heating up her knife blade and placing it in the general area to try and stop the blood loss, she had then ripped her top and wrapped it the best she could. However that wasn’t the end of her injuries. She had fallen down some stairs when trying to leave and got herself a lovely piece of glass in her thigh and she then had got bitten twice. One by a dog and the other time... By one of the ‘survivors’ they didn’t seem injected though and it didn’t look like they had cut the skin. Still she felt like s**t. She stayed on the bike she had acquired and looked forward. She wasn’t sure what she was going to find but in truth she wanted to find a place to rest. She was feeling tired, drained physically and emotionally. She was in pain and not to mention hungry. Rubbing her eyes she tried to stay focused her vision blurring a little. She was about a four hundred yards into the City, she couldn’t see or hear anyway. Moving to unsaddle the bike she looked forward seeing outlines of buildings but nothing she could focus on... Her vision was blurred. The bike resting in place she stood for a second... “Bugger...” She swore just before she fell down on the hard ground with a thud. Her eyelids shut over dilated blue orbs as her hand fell limply. She wasn’t dying, or at least she hoped not but the event of the couple of days had took their toll and now Amber was feeling it...
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 10:32 am
Helicopter over the sea 1000 hours
"Im so useless" Walther said as he leave England "Im nothing usefull, just a brick on the ground" as he remind the capture of the persons that was on the chopper, "Thats not my fault... It was just me versus 100 guards, I never could win that" Walther knew where he can be safe "I better go back to Costa Rica once more... and never leave it. No longer I want to be on bio-hazard things or be match with the STARS. I shall turn in civillian once more and never quit it!" Walther said as he set the max power on the heli to head to Costa Rica once more. "This ends here..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:01 pm
Middle East/ Africa 6:30 am
Morning had arise and not a sound of infected in the air.
Marcus got up and started the truck and yelled to his umbrella team"Get up we are leaving this place pack
everything up and put it in the truck".
Marcus waited for them and he got into the driver seat.
They drove off, Marcus suddenly heard infected.
Marcus sped up the truck because it sounded like an army of infected.
All of his team heard the infected they got there guns ready.
Then the sound of infestation stopped everything was quite besides the truck
Marcus didn't stop the truck but till they reach their boat on the beach.
Their was a couple of infected and they shot them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 2:41 pm
Cartago, Costa Rica 1300hours
"HOME SWEET HOME" Walther said as he re-enter on his house "I cant be walking arround here with this on me... I better ger my favorite outfit and dispose of this clothes" Walther said as he headed to his memorial room.
(This place contains Walther marine gear and uniform, his lab clothes and his ninja outfit)
"Lets add the new memory" he said as he was opening one of the glass boxes and set his uniform in the box. "Now all that links me to bio-hazard outbreaks is my dear Claire, someone who havent call in a LONG time... I wonder if she is ok" Walther said once he was out the room "Now is my time to chill and never think on bio-hazard things" he said as he was on his new outfit and ready to hit the town.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:02 pm
Tokyo Airfield
The Communist finally kills the engine of the small plane he had flown. He had learned to fly two years back in an outbreak in Cuba. Fidel's little brother had proven to be a very big hazard. Opening the door he looked over at the taxi that was waiting. Grabbing the briefcase that contained his AK-47 and other various needed items The Communist entered the taxi quickly and sat quietly as the driver started moving. He then dialed in Downing's number.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:44 pm
Highway to San José, Costa Rica 1530 hours
"If that note is ok... I should meet my partner, Vanessa on the "Teatro Nacional" Walther said as he shift the speed to shift 3 "Is a luck that I added a new motor to my Mustang or the cops will get my head on a plate... somthing that never will happen" Walther laught a bit while he was speeding on the highway "I hope you wont betray me Vanessa or I'll have your a** as a dinner" Walther said as he remember how Courtney, Bill and his master betray his confidence once but now Courtney and Bill were dead and his master wasnt near his back anymore something that gave him a feelling of thin safety on his mind. But Walther as a ninja learned by the hard way that never looks the way they look "If my master come I shall be ready to ends this once and for all"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:54 pm
TriCell Corporate Jet
A good breakfest was the key to starting a day in the right foot. This day had pretty much started the worst way posible, but still, Frederic would argue right now that a good breakfest made it seem far better. After the morning meal, Frederic found himself less than half an hour away from landing. Already he could see the small jappanese islands beggining to form in the distance. As he stared out the window he was reminded of the frase 'Land of the Rising Sun'. "And rightfully so..." Downing spoke to himself as the plane began lowering altitude. If there was one thing he was counting on, it was that Tokyo would be less dangerous than London. After all, no outbreaks occurd here. Frederic's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Taking it out of his coat pocket, he looked at the familiar number before answering with his calm and usual charming deminor. "Hello and good morning Mr. Communist. What may I do for you today?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:24 pm
Seas/ Heading towards Raccoon city
Marcus and the crew found their boat and everyone got on it.
Now Marcus and the umbrella corporation left africa.
They now are heading to Raccoon city and get the last remaining survivors.
No infected will stand in the way of Marcus or his crew on getting the last survivors.
Not even the people who want to kill and annihilate the umbrella corporation.
Marcus and his crew were pretty much the only umbrella corporations left and will gain more people willing to help them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:06 pm
Raccoon City Midnight
Dean stops leaning against what had use to be a building before the incident. " Whew damn, what a long walk to nowhere. Where am I " Dean turned looking around at the once great city, spotting a sign on a nearby poll. He walked over an read it " Raccoon City, should have known " He slumped to the floor knowing of all the tragic horrors that happened here so long ago. Dean spots something moving out of the corner of his eye, across the intersection. " Is someone there? I can help Hello? " Dean steps out into the intersection only to spot nothing, no one anywhere. As Dean wondered what was going on, he begins to hear a rumbling sound, so loud that it vibrates the ground, an begins to shake whats left of the street posts. A few miles away he see's a military air-craft with smoke flying from one of the engines. A few seconds of the agonizing sound then nothing but a huge crash in the distance. Dean wasn't sure what it was, all he could see was dust starting to fill the atmosphere. He quickly began running toward the wreckage. Along the way he spots a few men armed with tactical weapons entering a bank. He quickly ducks behind a nearby dumpster. He watches as the men go upstairs an begin talking with another man. A few minutes go by until one of the soldiers points toward the rappel ropes. He proceeds to head down the building. Knowing that they would spot him sooner or later Dean makes a quick dash down the street, running into a garbage can in the process, tipping it over with a loud Crash. " Oh s**t "
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:19 am
Edward "Roach" MacTavish -Raccoon city-Rappel to fast rope change was not an easy task you had to give your self enough kick that you could fast rope the rest of the way with out crashing into the wall but giving your self to much kick would end with the same concaquwnce. Roach had never really mastered this tequnique it almost got in his way of makeing the SAS he made it on but jsut barly because the other guy he beat could'nt shoot for s**t. So Roach was lucky enough to become the F.N.G.* on his SAS team. Roach proceded to atempt his rappel to fast rope and <********> Roach actully did it right he finished his fast rope and touched down feeling rather good with him self, he uncliped him self from the rope. The trash cans clanging made him instinctivly draw his pistol and fire two suppresed rounds in that direction. "DON"T YOU ******** MOVE!" Roach turned on the flashlight on the bottom of his USP to see the shadow figure he had just shot at. ( * F.N.G. stands for ******** New Guy a derogatory term used be armys and specail forces when the new guy shows little potentiol and is assumed going to die)
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 11:23 am
San José, Costa Rica 1610 hours
"Ok. Here I am... Now. Where is Vanessa??" Walther said as he hide his Glock 17 on his coat "I feel a trap... However Vanessa is not a traidor she was a lot of help while I was on the marines" He said as he was getting out the Ford Mustang 2009 that he bought on USA 2 months ago. "Now I need to find Vanessa, she said that she saw Courtney here, but I blasted her a** with a missile which means that there is NO way she is here. Not alive" Walther said as he was walking to the Teatro Nacional (National theatre) Once that Walther was on the main door his cellphone ring in his belt. Walther get the call and a female voice said "Walther??? Its me, Vanessa. Are you on the place we said to meet???" and Walther answer "Yes its me, and of course Im on the theatre... Now show yourself" but a familiar noise sound inside the theatre and Walther said: "Vanessa!!! I see zombies inside the building" But the zombies had a target, Walther. Thats why the zombies run toward Walther and tried to kill him. But just three shoots were heard on the plaza. And Walther was there with his Glock on one hand and the zombies were falling on the ground and a female voise said "You never loose your skills" Walther turned on his back in no time and saw something scary: Vanessa was holded by Courtney on the air. Walther thinked: "Thats not posible, I kill her with a missile on England" Courtney saw on Walther eyes a fear that not even him knew he had. Courtney said "HELLO!!! NOW I CAME FROM HELL TO GET REVENGE!!!!" Walther said back "You wont get away with this one".
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