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Post by Franciska on Nov 10, 2012 0:12:50 GMT -6
A red pick-up barreling down the street was one of the last things she expected to encounter. As for the passengers, well that was an even more pleasant surprise. "Zach?" Fran stopped in her tracks, staring rather blankly at the new arrivals. This was really better than she ever could have hoped for; her teammates, and a ride back to the base all in one. And Eric. Well, it can't all be perfect. She turned to acknowledge Achille. "Yes, these are the companions I spoke of. Looks like we have a ride after all!"
Fran practically skipped over to the open door, greeting Zacharie and his front seat passenger with a jovial wave. "Fancy running into you here." She said sliding into the back seat. She waved at Achille to follow, but stopped as soon as she remembered how pointless that was. The exasperated expression on the spy's face inspired her to tuck her stolen revolver between her and the seat. That's an argument that can definitely wait until later. Looks like they had some unwanted guests as well; the noise of the truck was quickly attracting scores of undead. As soon as her new companion climbed in, they could be off.
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 10, 2012 21:18:02 GMT -6
Zacharie offered a raised eyebrow and an unamused expression to her jovial wave, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Just what had she been up to this whole time? It also looked as though she managed to find another living soul along the way. The spy hadn’t the slightest clue who he was, but they needed all the extra hands they could get.
“I heard rifle shots ringing out just earlier.” He said as he took a glance at Fran through the rear-view mirror above the dash. Barely catching a glimpse of her attempting to hide something metallic next to her. Of course she was hiding something, what else was new? “This means we have at least one more fellow mercenary to round up. Before we get out of this town and back to base.” He took another quick drag of his cigarette, ready to put the pedal the metal once everyone was in the truck.
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Post by Achille on Nov 10, 2012 21:57:07 GMT -6
Following Fran's noises into the truck, Achille couldn't help but feel he had heard the voice of the driver before. Perhaps he had run into him during a trip into the town or something similar before now. It wasn't too far fetched after all given the size of the town and the rather small population. Maybe he was a taxi driver. Achille had had to call in a cab driver to the Sawmill once or twice when his associates were unwilling or unable to come with him for errands.
Achille's thoughts were interrupted though when he heard the driver mention something about a mercenary. Well that's curious, Achille thought to himself as he closed the door behind him, you don't normally get people talking about mercenaries. He might have put more thought into the matter if he wasn't trying to figure out who else was in the vehicle. He could hear someone fidgeting in the passenger seat up front and he was certain there were at least two more behind where he sat.
"So...," he said uncertainly to Fran, not yet completely sure of the company in the vehicle with him aside from her, "I take it I won't get to enjoy myself as much now that we've been picked up by your companions? Because I was really looking forward to having some more fun."
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Post by Ian on Nov 10, 2012 23:46:54 GMT -6
Ian watched quietly as Fran and Achille slid into the backseat of the truck, deciding to take this time to do his humble Medic duty and assess their conditions. Fortunately, the only questionable things he was able to spot on either of them were the rather gross states of their clothes. Good, no one seemed to be seriously hurt... yet.
It wasn't until Achille was fully situated in the vehicle that the young man caught a glimpse of bandages underneath the Pyro's hair. They were lightly stained pink, what he could only assume was from use. Uh-oh. ...Did something happen?
"...Achille." Ian spoke up cautiously from the front seat once he was given a chance, turning over to face his teammate as much as his seatbelt would allow. "Are you alright?" He would have gestured to the wrappings around his head to clarify, but there was no point. Of course, the man seemed fine -- maybe a little too eager given the circumstances... but fine. Regardless, he felt it was his job to ask.
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Post by Eric on Nov 11, 2012 0:15:57 GMT -6
Eric watched the two climb into the back seat of the truck, something she was regretting not doing now. Sure, sitting in the back of a truck was fun as hell, but not exactly the safest thing under the circumstances. Once the two were inside and comfortable Eric leaned over the left side of the truck bed and called to Zach, "Hey, aashole, where are we even going?"
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Post by Franciska on Nov 11, 2012 0:36:10 GMT -6
Fran didn't bother with a seatbelt; it would only get in her way in this situation. She glanced at Achille, hearing the disappointment plain in his voice. "Not at all! Quite the opposite in fact, these are my...err, 'work colleagues'. We tend to make a habit of the kind of fun you're talking about." The grin never left her face as she spoke. There was a certain buzz of excitement in the air now that everyone was together. It felt like they were finally ready to raise some hell. Other than the hell she'd already raised. The medic was so filled with anticipation, she could hardly contain herself.
"...Achille." A timid-looking man, Fran recognized him as the BLU medic, said as he leaned from the front passenger's seat. "Are you alright?"
Her eyebrow twitched. "Of course he's alright. I took fine care of him thank you very-" She stopped short, eyes darting between the two men. "Wait. You know each other?" Wheels beginning to turn in her head, she thought back to all the things Achille had said about his line of work. Goodness, how did she not see it at the time? Granted, she was a tad distracted by the undead mob chasing them down.
"You are not," She said to Achille slowly, suddenly feeling incredibly foolish. "A BLU, are you?" Depending on his answer, their pasta dinner plans could be severely complicated.
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 11, 2012 1:28:11 GMT -6
Zacharie was obviously becoming impatient as the others spoke, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, watching as more of the undead began to encircle the truck. He took Eric’s wisecrack as a signal to go, finding an opening through a crowd of zombies and down the street again. He didn’t quite send the truck barreling forward as he did the previous time, the spy wanted to keep an eye on his surroundings as he went. The next destination was the nearest highway exit, hopefully he’d be able to spot Gordon or BLU’s sniper on the way.
What was this? Another BLU mercenary? Zacharie tried to take a good look at him through the mirror, didn’t seem familiar. Odd. Perhaps he was new? It was a strange coincidence that all three of the REDs currently present ended up paired with a BLU. His patience was wearing continuously thinner as they went on, narrowly missing a few zombies in the road as he went.
“Let me know if you spot anyone on the roof with a sniper rifle, do you understand?” Zacharie leaned out the driver’s side window to shout to Ruth and Eric. He didn’t have quite the view he wanted of the area, plus he forgot to clue them in on that whole ordeal.
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Post by Achille on Nov 11, 2012 1:30:57 GMT -6
"A BLU? Well, yes in a manner of speaking I am." Achille replied to Fran, his smile taking on a slightly confused appearance. Ian was here in the car which was further serving to confuse him and he was certain he had just heard Eric's voice from behind him in what must have been the bed of the vehicle. If they were here then that must mean they knew both the driver and Fran, a theory that was strengthened by the fact that everyone seemed to be speaking to one another in tones of familiarity.
It was then that something clicked in Achille's mind. As he looked back on the conversation he had held with Fran shortly before during their rest as well as things mentioned a moment ago a clear image began to form in his head.
"Oh." His smile only waned a little bit as he spoke next in the tones of one who has just realized something embarrassing. "You're RED." He was far less distressed or embarrassed by this revelation than he actually should have been, but Achille was used to dealing with embarrassing situations in his life. Besides, she had seemed like a pleasant enough woman who enjoyed what she was doing. He couldn't fault her if she were working for the 'other' company. It was only business after all.
With that in mind, Achille shrugged and extended his hand to Fran, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that. Guess I got a bit too distracted with everything else to notice earlier. My name is Achille Moretti. I'm a Pyro." And almost as a humorous afterthought added "And also BLU."
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Post by Ian on Nov 11, 2012 13:37:02 GMT -6
Since he was expecting a response from Achille about his inquiry, Ian was a bit surprised when the Medic sitting next to him abruptly spoke up, her reaction displaying clear hints of annoyance. "N-No! I didn't mean that-- that you hadn't--" He stopped to cease his stammering with a sigh, then continued more quietly. "Yeah, you did a fine job. Thank you." His voice was stiff, but genuine. After all, as long as his teammates were safe, the rest of the details didn't matter.
With a timid nod of appreciation to Fran, he turned back to face the front of the truck again. He'd actually wanted to ask the new passengers about the smoke trail they'd been following up to this point, but decided against taking the risk of pushing that woman's buttons again. Maybe it was best if he just stayed quiet for a while -- let them talk out all of the misunderstandings they seemed to have. Yeah, that was a good idea.
On that thought, Ian began helping the rest of the group look around for their Snipers. Only a few seconds into his search, he gasped audibly upon seeing some... something, run out of view behind a nearby building. He didn't catch any other details, save that it looked to have moved way too quickly to be a zombie.
Were they being followed?
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Post by Franciska on Nov 11, 2012 16:00:55 GMT -6
Fran accepted his hand with a bight chuckle, more amused by the mix up than anything. "I'm Franciska Olander, medic. And yes, I am RED. Either way, you still saved my life and am still quite grateful." She added in an undertone, "Even if you set me on fire and stuck an axe in my back that one time. Several times now that I think about it..." Then of course, she'd removed a limb or two of his on several occasions as well. She supposed that might level it out.
"Zacharie, is Gordon still out here then?" Fran asked, reaching down to poke at her sore ankle. Good thing they ran into each other when they did, running on it for much longer would have been a pain. She caught sight of another familiar face in the back of the truck and gave her a quick greeting wave as well before turning her attention to the rooftops as the spy had instructed.
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Post by taikiakako on Nov 18, 2012 15:52:25 GMT -6
Taiki's eye contact stayed on with the strange man for the most part but was suddenly distracted by the explosion that had raised in the distance. A display of concern had shown and she took double takes back and forth from the man and then to the distance. Something must have gone wrong in the far distance and no accident from any of the undead predators. Her attention then was fully focused back to him when he proposed to stick with each other and to figure out what caused the explosion. Her eyebrows narrowed and was to examine him. Though deep down she had no other option than to go along with him. She would most diffidently would not last any longer on the roof top due to low supplies and going off alone would increase her chances to be mangled by zombies. She gave a slight nod. " I don't have any option. Okay, I'll be down there in a few minutes." She turned to grab her bag but then turned around back at him. "And don't you dare even think about double cross me. Are we clear?"
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Post by Gordon on Nov 18, 2012 17:25:54 GMT -6
Gordon slid his weapons away and made sure to keep them there. Loud noises would only attract the hordes of the zombies. Where the hell were they even coming from? He hoped that he could find some way out at least with Taiki and find others who could help. He kept his eyes opened and looked around for any zombies. Luckily, there were none around for the time being. Waiting patiently for the woman to come down, he gave her a small nod.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that." Gordon replied. "That's a ridiculous idea to even think of in this situation."
He kept an open eye for any sign of human life, hoping to spot anyone around.
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Post by taikiakako on Nov 18, 2012 19:14:44 GMT -6
She snatched her bag and zipped it up Slug it upon her bag with the strap across her chest. Her sniper rifle was also holstered in her arms making sure it was not going to make any noises. She checked around the top for anything she had missed but she was pretty sure she had everything. After moving the barricade off from the door that lead downstairs, she swiftly made her way down the stairs and back into the actual store. The place was all cleaned out due to scavengers and rats that crept the place. Bodies of infected and noninfected where scattered around the place. This was no pretty sight as the smell of rotting flesh reeked the place. Finally getting to the front doors which were long pried open by the undead, She pushed the door open carefully and walked up to the armed person with haste.
"Let us get moving along then?"
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Post by Gordon on Nov 18, 2012 19:43:35 GMT -6
"Yes." He agreed as they made their careful trek out into the streets in search of any survivors. Gordon knew that some of his teammates were there, actually. Hopefully, they would be alright and well. Although the smell had become almost overwhelming, this was something of lesser importance. The streets were littered with bodies and cars. Smoke billowed in the air. They needed to find their way out of there fast otherwise there was no knowing as to how much longer they could last.
"Alright. Let's stay out of their sight and way for now." Gordon turned back to speak to her. "Survival is key. Best not to get in any fights."
Gordon was quiet for a moment as he watched several infected walk around. The sound of a car in the distance startled him slightly. He looked up to see what was coming from behind the abandoned car they were hiding behind. Never before had he been glad to see a car in his life. It was a red truck and from what he could see, his teammates and the BLU mercenaries were in it as well. Gordon watched for any zombies in the area before standing up and he began waving to the car in hopes of getting their attention.
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 18, 2012 20:06:12 GMT -6
"Yes, he is." Zacharie answered Fran quickly, trying to cut through any more unnecessary conversation. He was focused on keeping his eyes on the road and looking for him and whatever stray souls the sniper may have picked up along the way. But he couldn't help but glance over at Ian after he gasped, the whole situation certainly had the young medic all sorts of jumpy, eh? He was going to ask what the problem was, but Zacharie became suddenly distracted by what he saw down the road.
"Speak of the devil!" He snapped his fingers and grinned as he finally spotted Gordon, who had obviously seen them and was trying to wave them down. Zacharie was glad to see him still in one piece, yet at the same time he would have been disappointed if he weren't. No time was wasted as he picked up the pace, hitting a few zombies with the corners of the truck's massive front bumper as he went. The spy screeched to a halt once again only a few feet away from Gordon, leaning out of the window a bit to greet him.
"Bonjour!" He called out, still grinning as he motioned to the truck bed.
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