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 Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:15 pm
Takashi Ookami Takashi looks back at Byte and whispered "Im no interrogator" He shrugged and looked back at the boss.
He walked toward the boss. "Takashi, do you have anything that can bind him." He took grasp of the bosses hands, and held them steadily behind his back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:21 pm
((Don't worry about it... The point is for you guys to have fun. Plus I'm still kind of out of it. I had my wisdom teeth removed Yesterday and I am on some serious pain meds. Put quite simply... I'm not quite back up to my full cognition speed. And supposedly tomorrow the swelling and pain will hit its high point. whooo surgery...))
The Chopper, forgotten by most of the militia, had been inbound from the moment the first floor had been shots had been fired. It now began its approach to the hospital. It was a medium-large sized craft, remeniscent of a russian HIND, but much more advanced. It was a mostly open vehicle, with a gun emplacement on each side and a troop compartment in the back. If one looked closely enough, a faint G whithin a diamond became visible.
It swooped in from the east side of the building, the guns on its right side ripping off round after round into the street and first floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:26 pm
Takashi nods and takes out some binding cord and puts it around the bosses wrists. He swears loudly at hearing high-caliber cannons go off outside
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:46 pm
"Calling all units! This Gear! The helicopter snuck up on us! I left my heavy assualt cartridges in my locker! I am screwed if you don't help me! luckily its on the oppostie side for now..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:00 pm
((Poor Tso, wisdom teeth hurt like hell when taken out.))
"Lets rejoin the rest of the squad, I'll take the boss, you cover me, ok?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 5:41 am
Takashi nods and opens the door. The awaiting guards just outside peek in, and both get a few more holes in their head.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 7:48 am
"Oh shoot, blu's out on that side!" With his hyper sensitve ears he can faintly hear the helicopter's officer telling them to focus on the street. He crawls quickly to fire escape "Are you OK?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 10:02 am
I'm ok *Set up alittle tent on the fire escape*
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 12:25 pm
"Get off of there! They'll turn you into swiss cheese if they see you!" Grabs and carries her to fire escape they can't see.
"Tso! I don't suppose you have any explosives your van, do you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 5:19 pm
-Karazuma stops with the doors when she hears gunfire on the first level, a reflection of the chopper could be seen through the glass door of a level five room she had been working on for sometime. Her radio didnt seem to work, as if something was jamming the signal. She tried it anyways, " Hello, can anyone hear me....we need to distract that chopper, I have found something that we cannot allow the enemy to retrieve. Does anyone copy...!?!". After several minutes of radio silence she gave up and restrainted herself from hurling the radio down the corridor. "Damn....I swear these radios are never any good!"-
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Boota Pouncer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 11:54 pm
The Major made a semi-dramatic entrance into the scene, with a motor-cycle, that seemed stripped down to it's frame to be light, and compact.
Equipment:
Two-ADP Mk II's with three clips of extra ammo for each. (Handguns)
Beretta 501 with 18 rounds (sniper rifle)
3 "Flashbangs"
2 Knives of varying quality
50-foot rope
A curved metal hook
Wearing: Tactical Body-armor, and reinforced helmet with a clear screen.
He dismounted, and stared up at the sky, the looming chopper with the odd logo. "Dangit, why must there be trouble every time I try to leave?" He coughed, and tested his transmitions, only getting static. He grimaced sadly. "Let me guess, that chopper has no reason to worry about sacraficing that hospital, while we do..." He desperately wished he had a report, or at least contact. Holstering his weapons, and drawing the Bretta, he crouched, and kept his eyes on the chopper, seeing it clear the walkways from a distance, and keeping away from the van, which would possibly be it's next target. "Now... If it's low enough..." He took the Beretta to his shoulder, and lined up the sights, waiting for the cockpit to be exposed to his view, even a grazing shot could compromise the systems inside, even if it failed to kill the pilot. Any oportunity to keep it from bashing into the building, or continuing to clear it, would be his first priority, covering to the more to the south side of the building for a better view. "Lord, don't see me..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 6:30 am
"I'll distract them, major! Just make sure it doesn't fall into the building!" He fires two shots on the left gunner, hoping for the pilot to notice... And he does. He turns the helicopter, give the major a clear view through the back of the cockpit. "Oh, shoot! I didn't count on rocket launchers! Those, are rocket launchers right? Please tell me I'm wrong!" He noticed his radio wasn't working. " I just hope he can take a hint...
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 7:34 am
'WTFudge?' The Major stared at the distance, the hospital just under a kilometer away, and yet someone inside the building seemed to be addressing him, with a quick check on the scope he verified it was a Militia member. He sighed in relief, and saw the helicoper shifiting to aim for it new target. He quickly shouldered the rifle, aiming down the scope, and holding his breath as the pilots head came onto the coloured bead... And he squeezed the trigger.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:21 am
The helicopter Spirals out of control, crashing on drive in front of the hospital. His radio seems to b working again. "Nice shot major! Now we just have the burning wreckage to deal with. I hope the gas tank doesn't light..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:25 am
(( Taking down a helicopter in two posts? gonk ))
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