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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 12:51 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 6:07 am
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Brigadier General Thomas Pryor
General Pryor stepped in the lead Humvee, keeping his M4 propped over his shoulder as he told the driver directions to the warehouse. It wasn’t far off and it wouldn’t be long before they would arrive. On the way there he saw that every so often there was red and green smoke shortly followed by small explosions, he knew that they had won, for the moment at least. On the way there had been zero enemy contact, which Pryor always thought was a good sign, and he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Once the Humvee’s came to a screeching halt Pryor stepped out followed by his men, he could see that Alice was inside the building.
~Artyom’s Location~
As the men rushed up a smoke grenade was tossed down the stairway, the phosphorus sticking to the men like glue causing an extreme amount of pain. Most of the men seeing these explosions and burnings dropped their AKs and began running, them now seeing that if they continued it would be certain death, while only seven now remained, and once they were able to figure out where they were going through the smoke and confusion they began to run up the stairs again, avoiding the phosphorus, only to find out there was another trap, killing two more men and injuring a third. The last four, once on top of the building realized that the man wasn’t even there, now their hope was lost as they joined their comrades and left the remains of the buildings leaving their AKs.
~Alice’s location~
Inside of the warehouse there were no enemy soldiers, there are some old industrial sized lights waving on the ceiling as the wind blows through some of the broken windows. You can see empty crates stacked upon shelves, beyond that there was a lone computer sitting on an old table, the screen beside the tower, it looks ancient. The computer is turned off and around it are scattered CD disks. Under the table is a slightly noticeable generator that being what powers the computer. On the side of the computer there are some Russian letters.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 11:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:35 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:21 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:52 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:19 pm
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Brigadier General Thomas Pryor
Thomas walked over to the computer, and while keeping his eyes on the computer he told three of the men that followed him in to guard the entrance. Once he reached the computer he looked over at Alice, who looked like she was trying to find a slot for the CD.
“Excuse me, but I would like to look at this computer.”
He said calmly and politely, as he took the mouse and clicked on one of the folder icons that read in Russian “Shipment Details” and as soon as he clicked it, a spreadsheet came up that contained details about weapons, missiles, rockets, artillery pieces. It gave records showing prices and next shipment locations, but when Thomas scrolled to the top, he saw that it read 1990. These weapons were placed here during the cold war and didn’t make it to their next destination before the collapse of the Soviet Union. And to clear the air for the men and women who didn’t speak Russian he would clear the air.
“There were weapons here, I don’t know if it was recently or a while ago but they were from the cold war… Was there anyone outside the building when you got here Alice?”
He asked, this could mean a lot to what had actually happened here.
~Outskirts of the City~
The sniper with the wounded arm (We shall call him Doran) was running to a small hut on the outside of the city. He remembered that this hut was a notable landmark close to the extraction point, and from there Doran headed west, to a side road that leads out of the city. Once he reached the small clearing he saw that he was the last one out what was left of their platoon to reach the location. He noticed a lot of crates all of the of various sizes, they had been transported out of the city, from the warehouse that he was guarding, while all the fighting had been going on, taking away attention from the truck. From his eyes they had lost about ten of the original fifty. He then ran to the group where they were huddled in silence near an old black car, where shortly their leader stepped out, the man with the Metallic mask. He then started giving orders, to wait and they would be picked up by some old military cargo trucks and that they would have to guard the equipment they had retrieved. And almost as if the man with the mask was psychic the trucks arrived as soon as he finished his words the trucks lights were turned off so they would be less likely to be noticed. Doran began helping the men load the trucks with the crates as the man with the mask walked up to the front truck and took out a suite case and placed it inside of the car, and as soon as the door was shut it sped off as fast as it could move.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 3:12 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 7:03 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 6:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:49 pm
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