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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 8:16 pm
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You cannot kill...
Aingel banked around intending to come in for another pass, when cannon rounds peppered his plane, sending alarms off in the cockpit. "What the bloody-" He banked over, activating the fire suppression system and turning off engine 2, which had flamed out. He looked back looking for his attacker, when he saw the distinctive helicopter with the twin bubble canopies. He accelerated with the remaining engine, swooping back over the base with the chopper hot on his six. "Dammit. Pryor, this is Aingel. The dealers have a Hind up here, and the b*****d's taken out one of my engines. I'll try to shake him, but I can't help with dealing with the drug planes. What's their current status?"
Almost as soon as he said that, unbeknownst to Aingel, Diego had ordered the planes, now fully loaded with the Dead Weed, to take off and start the operation. At the end of the runway, the first plane, an aging Boeing 737 fitted with dirt runway wheels, spooled to life, though its old engines backfired every now and then, and it began lumbering towards the runway, followed by a C-119 Flying Boxcar right behind it. The operation had begun.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 1:58 am
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Commander J. TridentThe Commando "Call to God if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs in the Aftermath; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Trident moved through the building going from room to room looking for any clues or intel on what the enemy was up. He shrugged off the pain and kept pressing forward, carrying on with the mission. Like hell was he going to get evacuated when he could still do his job. Trident wanted to get his hands on Diego, not to get revenge but to bring him to justice, he would tie him up and leave him for the villagers that he wold terrorize.
"This Trident, I am clearing each room looking for any intel. Nothing of importance, yet, there has to be something here.:
Trident knew where there would be tons on intel, he just had to find the room it was here somewhere. He had to find the control tower, there would be navigational controls and the tags for all the planes and where they would be going. Get that information, even if we cant catch them here, we could scramble our own jets to shoot them down before they hit their targets.
"There is a control tower here some where. If we find it we can get most if not all of the information we need to stop the planes if they get away.:
He said as he slipped passed a few rebels running to go engage the Legion. He was tempted to take out the straggler with a quick toss of a kitchen knife he found in the make shift mess hall. He decided not to, to prevent his own self from getting caught.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Move with the wind, and you will never be heard."
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 3:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:16 pm
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Aingel acknowledged Pryor, but cursed again as the chopper fired another salvo of cannon fire, narrowly missing his damaged plane. He came back over the airfield, and noted the 737 lining up on the runway, but he noticed something....off. It took him a second, but he realized that a runway of that size was way too short to allow the plane to take off safely. Then he noticed the crewmen running around the nose gear of the 737, attaching some sort of device up. Then it hit him. "Those clever bastards...."
Those two sheds on either side of the runway likely held the inner workings of an aircraft catapult. A long steam line ran from the northernmost shed to behind the treeline, where the Cartel likely had a boiler set up to create the steam necessary for the catapult. It was a crude design, judging from the steam leaking out of the pipe, but it worked for what they were planning on doing, and it even had a jet blast barrier set up at the end. Aingel banked over, dodging another burst of cannon fire, and radioed Pryor again. "Pryor, I've figured out how the Cartel's getting their planes off the ground. Someone on their side must have knowledge of a carrier launch catapult, because that's what they have. I hope you have a plan on dealing with it, because I'm a bit busy up here dealing with the Hind. Do you see any heavy weapons near you? Something that can take down a large jet?"
[[I drew up the map at a moment's notice. Everyone, take note of the landing zone, and figure out your current location on the map.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:45 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 6:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:58 pm
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