Gordon
Sufficiently Lethal
RED Sniper
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Post by Gordon on Nov 18, 2012 20:33:53 GMT -6
Well, there's another good thing to come out of this day other than finding another survivor. He gave a small smirk as he saw the Spy pull up near them. His teammates looked to be alright which gave him a good sense of comfort. He stopped Franciska in the back along with the BLU Medic and another man in the back.
"Good day to you as well. Thanks for picking us up." Gordon smiled as he looked to the truck bed. He spotted a few more people sitting in the back as well, Eric and Ruth. He turned back to Taiki and gave her a small smirk of reassurance.
"Well, looks like we're getting out of here, huh? Let's get in the back and we can probably fend off some zombies there as well." He turned to face Zacharie. He could spot several infected wandering around them and approaching slowly. "Taiki and I have a few weapons so we can fend them off should they begin attacking." He hurried to the back and jumped on with a small leap as he took a seat next to Ruth, putting out the contents of his bag and readying a shotgun to attack. "Hey, you guys doing alright back here? I have things you can use to kill them if they get too close to us on the car." He set out his weapons as he readied his bow and arrow in case.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 19, 2012 21:02:52 GMT -6
“Very good, because I have a feeling that we’re going to need to fight our way back to the base at this point, I am most certain.” Zacharie said as he saluted to Gordon, still grinning pretty widely around the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Now they had some real firepower with them, not one but TWO snipers. Although he was not very familiar with BLU’s sniper, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. It was best to stay as professional as possible.
He turned and looked in the rear-view mirror again, checking on the passengers on the back seat. Everyone seemed in order. From what he could tell through the back window Gordon had wasted no time in taking his position in the truck bed. Perfect, now to wait for the second sniper to take her spot with him and they would be on their way.
“I am going to try and avoid colliding with any of these monsters head on, but I cannot make any promises. All of you hold on tight, just in case.” He said to everyone else inside the truck’s cab, taking a long drag from his cigarette and blowing it out the driver’s side window. The dead were slowly starting to form another mob around them, there was very little time left before they would have to be on the move again. The truck shook a bit as it idled, both from the engine and people moving around in the truck bed.
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Post by taikiakako on Nov 22, 2012 12:22:10 GMT -6
Taiki make her away to the truck bed swiftly as possible and military styled jumped into the back of the truck. She took her regular down position while setting her bag on the side of her hip. Of course Taiki gave space for Gordon to do his work as well. She took the sniper rifle off of her back and reloaded it with a few bullets from her front pocket as she tried to hurry when the undead began to re-group.
With that she aimed her gun onto the outside of the truck and tried to maintain accuracy due to the rambling of the truck. She slightly turned toward Zachaire and gave him a nod. Then facing again to the zombies. Ready to pull the trigger.
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Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Nov 23, 2012 1:44:13 GMT -6
Although he was more than happy that they'd found yet another pair of mercenaries to bring along with the group, Ian was too occupied keeping his eyes glued to the passenger side window to converse. The... thing that he saw retreating behind a building just moments before they stopped was worrying him -- and he wanted to make sure there was nothing more dangerous crept up on them. From the sound of it, the two Snipers they had picked up fared quite well by themselves, anyway; there wasn't much else the young man could do to help.
And so he watched, albeit with little success. Unfortunately, the ever-growing crowd of undead around them obscured the Medic's view of the rest of the town. Now that the eight mercenaries were all situated inside the shaky truck, it was probably best that they just got moving. Still attempting to get a last glance at their surroundings, Ian cleared his throat to garner attention.
"Uh... we need to go."
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 27, 2012 23:17:32 GMT -6
He nodded to Ian in agreement as he made very clear of their current situation. The longer the group of mercenaries waited around, the more thick and difficult to navigate the crowd of undead began to grow. Zacharie looked around him for any apparent exits, they were quickly closing up. There was no other choice, he feared, he had to find the nearest opening and barrel his way through. He didn’t worry too much about the truck, but more about putting the others in the truck bed within arm’s reach of the creatures.
“Right then. Next stop; the sawmill.” Zacharie finally spoke up, removing his foot from the breaks and gunning it towards the nearest exit. He took a sharp right, shoving a few undead out of the way with the front bumper. The vehicle shook a bit as it rolled over them with relative ease, but it undoubtedly slowed them down in the process. It was a tricky task, but in a matter of minutes Zacharie had the group out of the fray and moving fast down another street that was a bit more navigable.
Now that he didn’t have to drive around an obstacle course of undead, Zacharie let one hand go of the wheel so he could take a proper drag of his cigarette. As he let another puff of smoke out the driver’s side window, he took a glance through the rear view mirror and directly at Fran.
“So, care to explain what this is all about?” He asked plainly. Zacharie wasn’t going to hint at his suspicions; something just told him that Fran had something to do with this mayhem. Wither it was directly or indirectly, he had a hunch and he was going to go with it.
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Post by Franciska on Dec 2, 2012 0:52:48 GMT -6
Fran flinched under they spy's gaze. "Why do you ask me first?" He was absolutely right of course, but it still stung. She crossed her legs, mostly so she could more easily reach her ankle which was as itchy and irritated as ever.
He'd find out sooner or later. Zach always uncovered things sooner or later. It was one of his more infuriating qualities to be sure. She cleared her throat before continuing, "It is a rather complicated story. I would not want to bore your with all the details."
"Are you sure this ain't gonna hurt?" Paulie said, nervously eying the various pieces of whirring machinery and medical equipment from his vantage point on the operating table.
"If it works correctly, you should not feel a thing!" Fran was too busy leafing through stacks of paper to pay the scout's worries too much attention. This was about the hundredth time she'd had to reassure him, but it'd all be worth it in about a moment.
"And, uh, if it doesn't work?" He trusted Fran, he really did, but when she got into one of her moods like this, it became difficult to tell if she was really paying attention or not. It seemed so easy for her to get lost in her calculations. As if sensing this unease, Fran sat down her papers and turned to face him.
"As I said before, if it does not work, you will simply respawn as you normally would. No harm done." She said, face stretched into an enthusiastic smile. "But you needn't even concern yourself with that because it most certainly will work." She gestured to the far wall, which was covered in pages upon pages of notes and figures. Months worth of work, all leading up to this. Fran was so ecstatic, she almost glided across the room as she made her final preparations. Just imagine, a respawn free from the pain and trauma the mercenaries had some to know all too well. And she'd be the one responsible! Fran had to force herself not to dwell on it too much or she'd become too giddy to carry out the final test.
Paulie simply nodded, more eager to get it over with than anything. Of course he just happened to be the only one around the base today. But poor Fran was so enthusiastic she hardly gave him a chance to say no. He shifted into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes, trying to quell the anxious churning in his stomach. It only got worse when he opened his eyes to see the medic standing over him and holding a needle filled with clear liquid, light reflected from her glasses obscuring all of her face but her wide smile. Oh for God's sake, why'd it have to be him?
"Alright then!" Fran said warmly, flicking the needle a few times to get rid of air bubbles. "I will see you soon!"
And she did. Of course, her calculations weren't actually as perfect as she anticipated. While he did indeed respawn, the scout didn't exactly come back the way she expected. But as she had said, that was a lot of little details and Zacharie seemed a bit busy wildly swerving down undead-filled streets to listen to her silly little story.
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 2, 2012 19:59:50 GMT -6
“It is going to be a long trip back to the base, so please elaborate.” Zacharie said, the end of his sentence obviously filled with sarcasm. At least he didn’t have to pry the truth out of her at this point, she admitted to having something to do with this outbreak. Of course she was going to attempt to dissuade him from asking any further as usual. Yet it was the complicated stories that he liked dissecting the most. "Complicated" meant one of two things: there would be a lot of scientific tomfoolery to wade through or it was a series of events that snowballed into this disaster. It was highly possible that in this situation the medic meant both.
Plowing past groups of zombies on the streets of Rogue River would prove to be somewhat distracting, but he would be able to deal with it. Just how many were there? Didn’t that sleepy town only have a residence of about two thousand? By that point they were only just a dozen or so blocks away from the interstate exit to the mountains that housed the quaint sawmill they called home.
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Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Dec 5, 2012 16:10:45 GMT -6
The sounds of a heated discussion beginning in the truck was enough to finally rip Ian's attention from the passenger's side window. He adjusted himself to face the front of the vehicle once more, idly fiddling with the nail gun that found its way into his lap again. Of course, the young man was more than interested to know the details of the incident that decimated Rogue River, but he was trying not to show it. Sure, silently eavesdropping on the two REDs was rude, but being outright nosy was even moreso. At least, that's how he decided to justify his actions.
And, who knows? If it really was Medic science that started this whole thing, maybe it would be Medic science that ended it, too. Possibly by his hand, even. Would he even be able to do something like that? Just the thought of having so much pressure on him shot a chill up his spine, and he shivered a bit as a result.
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Post by Franciska on Dec 19, 2012 19:41:52 GMT -6
“He…bit you?” Fran crossed her arms, her foot tapping a little faster. Oh there was no way this was going to end well.
“I dunno what’s gotten inta that boy! Or what he was doin in the supply closet now that I think about it…” Eunice shuffled her feet, glancing down again at the reddened bite marks on her forearm. Damn it, I knew I should have found a better hiding place for him, Fran silently cursed as her mind raced to find a solution.
“Well I…uh…yes, I am sure it’s nothing really!” She said, masking her panic with a shaky smile and an arm gripped a little too tightly around the engineer’s shoulder. “But I should definitely probably look at it just to be safe!”
“Well I-“ Eunice’s protests were cut short as Fran all but shoved her into the operating room, slamming the door behind them.
“Uhhh, doc? Why’d you lock th’ door?” She was trying her best to remain friendly, but a hint of unease crept into Eunice’s voice. Fran froze, truly not expecting her to notice her bolting the door shut.
“I…did I? Oh, how silly of me!” Fran said, her explanation punctuated with a bout of nervous laughter. She was about to slip on a pair of gloves before a chilling thought stopped her in her tracks.
“Err, Eunice? You wouldn’t happen to remember if you actually closed the supply closet door, do you? Or…you know…where Paulie might be at the moment?”
“I don’t quite remember…” Eunice cast Fran a wary glance before moving just a step away. Eccentric behavior was certainly normal for the medic, but this was a bit much even for her to handle.
“W-what do you mean you 'don’t remember'?” Fran slapped a frustrated hand to her face. Great. Now not only was the scout infected with some bizarre disease, but he was loose in the base too. Eunice’s condition was troubling yes, but making sure Paulie didn’t bite anyone else was far more important.
“Well excuse me for bein’ more concerned with t’ the scout gnawin’ mah arm off!” Eunice said, stomping her foot and trying to cross her arms before the pain reminded her why she shouldn’t.
“What, the kid got rabies or somethin’?” Fran walked over to the engineer, placed both hands on her shoulders, and looked her dead in the eye.
“Eunice I can say with complete certainty and honesty that I do not think Paulie has rabies.” Without another word, she turned and fled the medical ward, leaving Eunice in confused silence.
She found Paulie eventually, but by the time she returned, the Engineer was sprawled seeming dead on the floor. Seemingly. Fran set to work transporting the two of them to a shed out in the sawmill, Paulie nipping at her like a hungry dog the entire time. Alight so maybe this wasn’t going so smoothly after all. It was only a matter of time before their other teammates noticed they were missing and even less time for them to come sniffing around the base looking for them.
“So I set to work on a cure. It was not perfect given the time constraints but I believe it was about halfway to completion. In the meanwhile,” Fran tapped the notebook sitting on her lap. “I observed them and took notes on their behavior. Studying just two of them was fascinating, but this?” She gazed wistfully out the window. “Observing them in groups like this is just amazing! Almost makes me glad the two of them broke out of that shed.” It was the looks she got form those sitting around her that tipped her off to the fact that she might have just said something not so prudent.
“What? I said ‘almost’, didn’t I?” She said as she looked to the others with a look of genuine confusion.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 19, 2012 20:50:47 GMT -6
“Hold on one moment.” Zacharie said with a look of mild disbelief on his face, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. “What you are saying is that in the span of one night,” He took a hand off the steering wheel and held up an index finger. “You managed to create this disease, give it to our team mates and infect a whole town? Are you serious?” With a raised brow he glanced at her in the mirror again, was this woman for real? And that remark as well; 'almost', seriously now. Not that he particularly cared about the inhabitants of the town, but still...
“Some handiwork this is.” He grumbled, bringing back his hand to take a drag off his cigarette.
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Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Dec 20, 2012 17:31:45 GMT -6
"It's a disaster." The phrase slipped past Ian's lips rather quietly as he listened to the two REDs. His eyes had long since found their way into his lap again, hands readjusting their grip on the nail gun. Was what Fran said really possible? Yesterday, he surely wouldn't have believed it -- but there was really no way to deny the things taking place around the mercenaries this afternoon. As horrific as it sounded, the expeditious epidemic that had transformed Rogue River in just one night was a hundred percent real... and posed a threat to more than just one small town. That needed to change.
"So... what should we do? About... them." He piped up again, louder this time. "Is there a way to finish the cure? Can you still save everyone?" Raising the top of his cap a bit, he looked up into the mirror at RED's Medic, face displaying an expression of hope. The young man knew he sounded naive, but he didn't care. He wanted, for the first time today, a shot at hearing some good news. God knows they probably all needed it.
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