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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:59 pm
The firing stopped. There was no sound coming from out in the trees. For nearly a minute, no noise but a few birds and the two soldiers' breathing.
Tiki stood and began slowly beating his head against the wall.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 7:23 pm
Richard leaned over to St. Cyrill. "Listen, let's get out of here, quietly. Whoever that chap was he'll be back and I don't want to be here while he is."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:28 pm
St. Cyrill was nodding as another shot rang out, this one much closer. It hit the ground near Richard's head, and St. Cyrill jumped up and returned fire. There was a curse and the sound of someone rolling.
"Who's that?" a voice called.
"You first!" St. Cyrill shouted back.
Silence.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 3:59 pm
Xander assisted Tiki in doing so.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 7:17 pm
"Listen, I'm with the British SAS," McMullard told them after a moment's hesitation. "At least before you shoot us, let's talk about this!"
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:29 pm
Inside a mansion hidden within a large Finnish forest is where a (what some would call) mad scientist was being briefed about the unknown substance.
"Dr. Thorngage, I'm sure Eurolabs has already sent you the information about the Substance, and they sent me here to answer any questions you may have about it and deliver you some mapping information, showing where are likely spots to find this substance." A man wearing a suit informed to the supposedly mad scientist. Handing over a slim, unimpressive file to the Dr.
Garret flipped around the folder a bit and smirked a little. "So all I have to do is secure a sample of this substance and bring it back to you?" He asked, his voice somewhat snarky.
"You are of course free to perform tests of your own, as long as you inform us so we may send some agents to supervise and protect you from whatever it is." The suited man replied, remembering that he was speaking to one of the world's top scientist, and also that he would do tests whether they allowed him or not.
"Then I'll be off, now leave." Garret said, quickly walking over to his kitchen and grabbing two brief case and a key. "I will speak to you soon." He said, as he held open the door for the suit and then left his mansion. Walking over to a helipad, and walking in to his helicopter and punching in the destination and setting it into auto pilot.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:58 pm
Just as the one out there started to reply, there was the sound of a helicopter beginning its startup. St. Cyrill looked at Richard.
"Look, you need to get to that," he said, speaking quickly. "That could be our only ride home. Teleport over to it and secure it; I'll cover you." With that, he popped up and began to fire in the direction of the voice. Hopefully Richard hurried up.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 3:42 pm
((I thought this RP died xp Sorry....I'll post later when my creativity comes back))
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:37 pm
((No worries dear. Whenever you're ready.))
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 7:38 pm
McMullard leapt up and started sprinting, moving in the direction of the helicopter. As soon as he was going as fast as he thought he could, he threw himself head-first to the ground, turned it into a roll, and came up...
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:03 pm
..with a slight sense of vertigo at the edge of the clearing. Glancing back, he could see that he had come about 30 feet from his original position.
Richard officially had a power.
Looking ahead, he saw a very surprised man frozen in the process of getting into a helicopter.
In the meantime, St. Cyrill had stopped firing and there was a heavy silence. There was a slight rustling and some murmuring noises, but Richard knew better than to take his eyes off this guy.
Tiki and Xander were advanced to Connor's lab, and were joined shortly thereafter by Kurtis and Connor themselves.
The lab was a huge, enclosed space full of books, machines, tables, chairs. It was about 200 square yards, and had a small kitchenette and a sleeping area and bathroom hidden from view. It had a comfortable, worked-in feel, and its sense of security was furthered by the fact that the only way in was the locked door behind them.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:33 pm
Richard raised the G36C he had in his hands. "Get down!" he shouted. If the man did anything but get down, Richard was going to fill him with lead, on the quickfast.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 11:31 am
Garret watched the man with a slight interest, perhaps he had found the substance? The Scientist thought, thinking whether to shut the armored door of his helicopter and see how strong his bullets really were or duck down into the floor in front of the passengers seat and see if the man could even figure out how to fly this custom vehicle.
"Sure sure." The scientist mumbled as he calmly went down on the floor in front of the seat, leaving the door open, assuming that he was going to try to fly the helicopter. He looks like he is with the military, but his hair is a bit too long...perhaps he has been out here a while. Dr. Thorngage thought, finding a penny under the glove box. Where the hell did this come from? I never have any money on me, must have been from somebody else.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:27 pm
((Forgive the length of this post, the rest of mine will be shorter.))
"The alps?" a voice questioned, coming from a man standing in a dimly lit alley behind an unknown local city bar. He inhaled some smoke from his cigarette as he looked up with a raised eyebrow, wanted to confirm what he had just heard.
"Yeah. This stuff you're looking for, this "Substance"... Only lead I could get was this lab they have, right around here..." another man responded, producing a map from his jacket, pointing to an area circled in red.
With only one dim source of light, it was difficult to get a sense of location. The first man closed his eyes for a moment, trying to adjust himself. He exhaled slowly, processing this information.
"... 'Lab' usually means 'Restricted,'" he said briefly, opening his eyes.
"As is the case. I'm sure with the right equipment you'll find ways around that though, as usual. In fact, I believe the same informant who supplied this info would be willing to supply you with a matching identification card to get in. As to how you're getting there... Well, that's your problem," came the response, said very matter-of-factly.
"Same rate, I assume?"
"Free of charge. This information wasn't -that- hard to get. Besides, I believe I owed you anyway. Consider us even, Alaric."
Alaric nodded, tossing the cigarette from his mouth and rubbing the tip into the cement below him, leaving only ash.
"Yeah. Guess I'd better get some mountain gear."
Time went by quickly since then. What had it been, a week? Perhaps it was the excitement of finally coming close, the knowing that he could be drawing near his goal that made the time go by so fast. The urban life seemed so different in comparison to the mountain view that Alaric was getting now.
He had to be a sight. Sitting in the side of a helicopter, wearing a jacket over a professional-looking jumpsuit, his boots, a black baseball cap and his goggles.. One hand holding on to a handle above him, the other held his fake I.D. up as he examined it for any flaw. It seemed accurate, compared to the real one that was given as comparison. He chuckled lightly at his new name, however, knowing he would have to get used to it quickly. Other than that, he could fill his role perfectly, considering he was sneaking in under the guise of a specialist maintenance technician.
He let the card fall to his chest.
"Five minutes until touch down! You ready?!" the pilot called back, voice raised just loud enough to be heard over the rotors. Alaric nodded in response.
It was time to check this lab out. He sorted through his belongings one last time, making sure he was set on everything. Tools were in order. Radio in case anything went wrong, his emergency channel written on a piece of tape stuck on the back of the device itself. Hazard gear was present. And under all that, his disassembled handgun made of plastics, so he would be able to defend himself without worrying about metal detectors and the like. He could easily pass it off as tools if he needed to, though the parts were so scattered about in his pack that he doubted anyone would ask. He would assemble it inside.
Everything was in order. The facility crept into view, and Alaric could feel the tension rising in him. He was ready.
The helicopter lowered to the ground. Alaric jumped down, taking a tool box with him. He had to seem his part, after all. He held onto his hat to keep it from blowing away from the rotors as the guards came to meet him. No words were exchanged. He was simply led inside after showing his I.D., as if they expected him to know where to go. It was good that that was the case, since that meant he could snoop around a little.
With that thought, he took his first step in the facility, looking around for a machinery area as he walked, so he could seem like he was heading to work. He raised his goggles over his hat as he walked, keeping calm. He turned down a hall and hoped for the best...
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:08 am
Kurtis immediately pulled out his notepad and got to work on creating his replacement.
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