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Post by V on Jul 12, 2008 7:02:31 GMT -5
All six men did not look a thing like the hostile soldiers...for one, you could see their faces. The uniforms were different, blue battle suits covered in kevlar body armor. On the back, it said "OGS". Must mean "OmniGen Security." They also sported caps of the same color and logo, with their earpiece fitting it.The one who appeared to be their leader stood forward. "Who are you? State your business. Don't look like the other hostiles....and we saw you fighting them." The Wisconsin man came on the radio. "Who's that?" Carmen answered. "Looks like OmniGen security..." The guns cocked. "Answer me now!" "Here, give them a comm link." Carmen handed the leader a small device." "My name is Ernest Flask, I'm the coordinator of this SFOD detachment. We arrived some time ago, and cleared the upper levels." "SFOD? The Special Forces that were sent in?" "That's correct." The leader nodded, order his men to lower their weapons, and gave back the comm link. "We are OmniGen security. Whoever those men are, broke into the building and started slaughtering everyone. There are most of them on the ground floor. They knew what they wanted, and that was one of the projects going down on the ground. Our men are fighting them down there, but we're not making much progress." He turned around with his men. "We'll keep he upper floors secure for you. Guess we owe ya for clearing them out." And with that they left. Suddenly, the enemies' radio went off again, and once again everyone was startled. "God damn it! Can you just get rid of that! It's scaring the hell out of us!" one of the soldiers yelled at Carmen. She shook her head vigorously. "NO! This will give us a head up on what they plan. no quiet! They have a transmission." This voice did not sound at all like the cyborgs...it sounded somewhat human...but had an eerie echo after each word. Kinda like what they heard on the radio. "They managed to destroy all of Bravo and take down the heavy armor?" A cyborg answered. "Yes sir." "Hmm..." The new voice did not even sound surprised. "Well, it's clear what they are after. The solution will be simple. I'm sure you can handle this." "Wait! Sir! We're requesting another heavy armor..." "Fine. I'll send you another one of those brutes. It'll be there soon." It seemed all of Delta, who had actually fought this brute, seemed grim. Carmen only saw a quick glimpse of it, while the rest of Echo seemed unphased. The Asian woman looked to the Russian. "What is a heavy armor?" she asked, noticing they were the only one who reacted to the word.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 12, 2008 7:37:26 GMT -5
"What is a heavy armor?" "oh," Svensky gave a grim chuckle, "the reason they gave us dog tags." Jacob walked forward, "It was the ting thoht did this t' me." He pointed to his shoulder, still covered in dried blood and pus. "With this." Svensky added, before pulling one the spikes from his pocket. it too, was covered in a fine red coat, and had Isaiah's dog tags wrapped around it. Vasquez gave a quick prayer to God, and lowered his head as it was shown to Echo. "In short," the Russian man concluded, "This thing is a tank, with legs. It was accompanied by a small group of regular soldiers, last time we saw it. Four, five. last time, we were also blessed enough to fight the soldiers and the heavy separately. We may not be that lucky this time. There are weak areas of his armor here," Svensky rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand. "And nowhere else, as far as I know. Every other bullet Broken Arrow fired bounced right off." He looked around to make sure everyone was on board. David was tapping his fingers incessantly against the butt of his rifle. Molly looked up. "We should find a place to dig in and wait, sir. There's no use walking to our deaths, and confronting it." "Do they know where we are?" Vasquez questioned. "I don't think so. we were able to cover a lot of ground, since we ran into any of them last." Svensky answered. "We're going to make progress towards our objective, and dig in one floor down from here. It will get us plenty closer to the objective, and still give us time to ready for the reaper." Michelle was asking Carmen how ready she was. Vasquez was still praying, and David was looking at the radio. Suddenly, after a short hiss of static, the coordinator came on. "Uhh, guys, We have a bogey headed your way, about two floors up. And it's a big one." Svensky started jogging, then running to the stairwell, trying to beat the hostile attack force to a defendable area. he was carrying Michelle again, and Molly and Jacob were helping each other along. Again, for not the first, and hopefully not the last, time, he found himself wishing he had a Kalashnikov.
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Post by V on Jul 14, 2008 1:06:18 GMT -5
Carmen wasn't feeling brave at all when they described all these things. The wound, he giant spike, was all enough to make her gag. Then Flask gives the report something is coming in. "Are you ready?" The freindly southern girl had asked her. Carmen put her hand over her own mouth and shook her head. "I can't fight this!" The Russian and some men were running for the door. Suddenly, Jeremy shouted to them. "No! Wait! I have an idea." The men let him up there, and he closed the emergency stair door. From his belt, he produced a circular object with a blue blinking light on the center. He placed it up against the door, and brandished a plastic black device, with a red button. It was a detonator. "Behind the cubicles..., hurry." They all hid somewhere withing the cubicle farm...except for Jeremy who was watching the door leaning around wall.
Finally...what seemed like several hours, the cyborgs were at the door. He watched as the doorknob turned...and the door started to open. The cyborgs quickly saw the explosive, and one shouted "Shit!" That was his que, and he pushed the detonator. Body parts and wood flew in all directions. It seemed two hostile soldiers had been caught in the explosion, but the heavy armor looked unscathed, as it lumbered into the farm. Everyone started firing from cover, trying to hit the weak spot. Only a few shots hit the head now and then., most bounced off the armor. When a bullet did hit it's head though, it would jerk back, causing his aim to be far off. One of the soldiers from Echo, named Russel was out in the open. The Heavy armor liked those targets, and fired the steel spikes his way. The first one missed, the second went right through his throat, in one side and out the other, sending him flying several feet back. "Damn it..." Carmen mumbled to herself, and put her head up to fire again. A steel spike met the top of her helmet, it didn't hit her, but her helmet was forced off and was nailed to the other side of the cubicle. She bent back down, and felt the top of her head to see if it was still there. She was about ready to start bawling. She never knew combat like this...she was usually doing this in the back that dealt with reconnaissance. She wanted to seem tough for the others though, as none of them were as distraught as she...or so they seemed.
The heavy armor was still a few feet from the door, when the other three hostile soldiers charged in. "We lost two men." They said. "But we have the enemies pinned down."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 14, 2008 1:52:51 GMT -5
"We lost two men., but we have the enemies pinned down." "shit! shit! shit! shit! shit!" "Someone, take out the normal guys!" David shifted his weapon and started suppressing the three grunts. "grenade out! Watch yourselves!" with that, David, with all that skill he learned on Xbox, tossed the grenade around a corner, and waited for it's intended target to get blown sky high. Or leave the cover, and get perforated. all those hours of Halo payed off in the end. One opted to leave the cover, and one took his chances behind another wall, but the last was too late, and in a blinding instant, became shrapnel. The man who left cover was running across a walkway, firing as he went. the canvas walls were weak, everyone took hits. Vasquez was coughing up blood. the wooden frame he was behind shattered and stuck themselves everywhere. Breathing in wood chips is not too healthy, as it is. just as the running hostile stopped for cover, his comrade's disembodies limbs knocked his upper body, and thrust him forward, into the path of the heavy's fire. the final one that was taking cover continued to fire blindly. A huge crash. Svensky turned around. a door had been broken down! 6 more supersoldiers took hold of the room behind them! half his team turned around. Jacob stiffened up, and brought out Betsy, primed for blood. he ran forward, wall by wall, rolling to cover after cover, until he was near point-blank with the heavy. Shifting his weight so that the butt of the rifle was on his good shoulder, he fired at the base of the brute's skull, tearing out the soft flesh underneath. from the cyborgs, now pinned by Echo and Bravo, came cries of disbelief. "Heavy down!" "we're pinned down!" "requesting backup!" From Carmen's belt, those cries echoed, and were denied at every turn. the anguish in their voices was apperant as they saw their guaranteed win shift to a losing battle. The hostiles changed tactics and started haphazardly chucking explosives wherever they could. A poor plan, though effective at it's purpose. Jacob, still on the opposite side of the cubicle farm, took to prying off the heavy's weapon from it's deathly grip. across one end of the barrel, in faded white stencils, were "SLP-IV" and in small lettering, "penetrator". he fired the gun at his target, sending the gruesome spears towards their masters. It was a heavy motherfucker, took a lot more to hold it up. all at once, the belts of grenades thrown exploded, ending the longest three seconds of Svensky's life. vasquez was knocked back, onto a table. Molly was unscathed, however, her new cover was burnt to ashes, leaving her a prime target. Echo scattered, Svensky couldn't tell how they were fairing. david, being the crazy sonuvuh bitch he is, actually scrambled for the grenade nearest him, and threw it back, catching two of them off guard, and blowing them to pieces. he laughed at his own divine luck, and stupidity. Michelle wasn't so lucky; She dove away from the fireball too late, and ended up losing a couple fingers on her right hand, index, and middle. the rest of the hand, as well as some of the arm, was badly burned. On the bright side, the heat fused the blood vessels closed, so it didn't bleed. She laid in searing agony until the shelling stopped. Soon enough, all the bastards were down, Thanks to Jacob's good shot, and safely hung like a slab of beef.
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Post by V on Jul 17, 2008 0:43:29 GMT -5
Carmen had her head down with her hands over her the entire fight. She only put it up, when she heard the shooting stop and the cheering of her comrades. "Damn, man! you are kickass!" She heard one of the men say to Jacob. Carmen sighed in relief, and turned to Michelle. She appeared to be hunched over. Looks like it was her turn to be comforting. "Hey...are you o--ooAAH!" She gasped in mid sentence, seeing what happened to Michelle. She'd lost three fingers. This was too much for Carmen to handle, and turned her head away, hands covering her face. "Damn it..." she mumbled to herself. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Tears started to form in her eyes. "Why did this have to happen? Why did they need to send me?" She soon snapped out of it, realizing no one was examining Michelle. "Medic! We need a Medic!" She cried. Someone rushed over soon, and Carmen left them to do their thing. She migrated slowly away from the group, examining the other door they'd go through. The door was open, and she could see a shadowed figure moving slowly alone past it. While she was watching it, it seemed like it's head turned and faced her...and beckoned her with it's finger before continuing on it's path. Carmen didn't want to lose it, so she ran for the door. When she reached it though...the figure was no where to be seen. "What...what was that?" "HEY! CARMEN! Get your ass back here!" She heard John, the Englishman call to her. "We're not ready to advance yet, girl." She took a deep breath, trying to think of what it was that passed the door. Reunited, she wanted to see how Michelle was doing, and was shooed away by the medic. Well, she decided to see the man of the hour...the big Jamaican man. He was leaning up against a cubicle it seemed., looking surprisingly calm. "Hi there..." she said in a friendly manner. "How were able to lift something so large?"
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 17, 2008 1:53:59 GMT -5
Michelle sat in a corner, cradling her crippled arm, in hopes that pressing it to her crest might ease the pain. Trails where tears fell were present on her cheeks, though she fought them back and soundlessly rested in that corner. When she looked back up, her friend was walking towards her. She brightened up a little, and twisted her body more in Carmen's direction. "Hey...are you o--ooAAH!" At this, the woman tuned around and got as much distance as she could from the mutilated arm, and Michelle began to cry again. Slowly at first, but it grew to a bawling sob. "Medic! We need a Medic!" Molly, the impromptu medic, ran over with the large black backpack already half open, She attempted small talk, and she slathered a clear gel on the scorches and wrapped the entire thing in the same gauze her side was sealed by. Michelle made no attempt to talk; who would care what this abomination had to say anyway? Once she was taped off, and Molly gave up trying to make her, blowing black shoots of hair out from in front of her face and sighing, Michelle drew her legs into her chest and hugged her knees. Across from her, a monitor that somehow avoided getting destroyed gleamed in polished glory. Property of someone who owns a pocket protector. She say her reflection in the screen, then looked away as her eyes rested on her lame arm. Did it just beckon her over? She looked up again, and squinting to see it better, only saw a blank screen and her sorry self in it.
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Svensky sidestepped as Molly ran away, but he didn't know, nor necessarily want to know why she was running. it was far away from everyone else, and in a hidden little nook, probably needs to go do something private, or something.He turned back around and faced Jacob. He was being crowded around by everyone, and no one person could find it in their hearts to leave the guy alone. "How were able to lift something so large?" "Wuhl, leetel lahdy, Ah guess it cuhms wit' dees ahrms." Jacob spoke back, in his cryptic accent. He tried to flex, but through his hands over his hurt shoulder in a twinge of pain, though it would very easily disable most people, it only seemed to bother him a little. "Please," Svensky said, "In Spetsnaz, there was a man twice your size! He was just the cook!" Behind him, footsteps echoed through the room. "Come, now, Schuur! you can walk, for heaven's sake! the rest of us are breaking for a few minutes." her head popped up, still far in the corner, with wide eyes and quick salute. "Excuse me, Sir?" Svensky just turned around, and looked towards the door they were soon to enter. over the radio in his ear, a burst of static nearly deafened him, and a low voice whispered. "know... this place... here.... long ago." Svensky looked around, but no one else seemed to hear that, so he brushed it off. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Someone cried "Medic!", and though Molly didn't recognize the voice, she ran towards it, ready for whatever disaster she was to face. A young Asian woman pointed her towards a cubicle, far from the rest of the group. When she got there, she nearly gagged as she saw the other's arm. Fishing though the sack, she pulled out a tube of some space-age gel crap, and generously dumped it over the injured area. After dressing it, she proceeded to ask regular, everyday questions. "What's your favorite movie?" "..." "How long have been on the force?" "..." eventually, she gave up, and sat next to the woman. Vasquez entered the area, seemingly by accident, and pulled out a small cross on a gold chain. Molly gave him a death glare until he left. "Do you have a favorite song?" "..." "I do, but I don't remember the words." Molly hummed a short, sweet melody, and rocked left and right, with her arms around Michelle's shoulders. The leader yelled something at her, and she immediately popped up, but sat down as soon as he turned back around. She continued to rock.
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Post by V on Jul 17, 2008 22:01:57 GMT -5
The Medic had left...and left Michelle to cope with the wounds alone. Carmen felt like a horrible person for how she reacted...but she'd never seen anything like that in person before. In movie and documentaries, sure. Always being the back deprives one of useful combat experience. Determined to mend what she had with her, Carmen approached her recently patched up friend, and took a seat beside her. "Hey...how is it going?" Was all she could think. Stupid question...how would she have answered? -Oh! I'm good, lost a few fingers, but I'm fine...- "Well listen..." Carmen started up again. "I...I should not have just reacted like that. I should have been able to handle the sight of it. I realize now that we never introduced ourselves...my name is Carmen, Carmen Hu." She said and smiled...hoping she opened this woman back up to her.
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"So they keep coming in on top of us." The Englishman, James was talking to a couple men who had decided to hear what he had said. "This must they are getting in by chopper...but we never hear choppers, do you? And thus, we cannot predict when they will be behind us. We must keep on the move to keep safe." He looked at the other soldiers who had survived the onslaught. They all were in bad shape. "We can stay her to lick our a wounds a little..but we must have a watch on the door. The Omnigen guys aren't really doing well...but atleast we'll have them help when we reach the bottom floor." He wasn't a leader, but he liked to have a plan. Svensky worried him, for he thinks up things right wehn they happen, the consequences be damned. He feared things my go sour with him and the Russian...which would not be good.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 18, 2008 23:56:36 GMT -5
"I...I should not have just reacted like that. I should have been able to handle the sight of it." Michelle shifted her body, so she was facing the woman a little more. "...I realize now that we never introduced ourselves...my name is Carmen, Carmen Hu." Her arm was still in searing pain, and through clenching teeth, Michelle tried to say "Lieutenant First Class Michelle Romano," though it was hard to without moving her jaw. She thrust her back against the wall and stood up, by using it as leverage. Slowly, methodically, she pulled her sidearm, a small fully automatic machine pistol, out of it's holster, and steadied it against the right arm's elbow, just above the bandages. She was a righty, ironically, so it may be interesting. With the tripod look going, she tried to aim at various things, and at her satisfaction, she didn't shoot anyone she didn't want to in the face. The gun went back in the holster. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Michelle made her way towards the crowd of people. Quite a few of them were shifting around, they were impatient, or nervous. Alternatively, Michelle was almost reluctant to leave. She tapped the people on their shoulders and fought her way to the center of the group, where Svensky was. She tried adressing him, as well as she could, and after failing miserably, hung her head and asked him what she should do.
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Jacob wasn't soaking up the limelight anymore, proclaiming that he "needud sum ahr, mon," leaving Alexei alone to deal with the people. He made little to no attempt to, and instead stood their and tried to sort out who was from what team. Some guy he didn't recognize looked a him funny, then went back to conversing with two other men. At the far end of the room, Jacob came back, and found his way back through the maze of 6 foot-by-6 foot rooms. behind him, the crowd was splitting apart, and he turned that direction, but before he made it, someone started talking. It was Michelle, the blonde woman he had carried due to a bum leg. She was limping far less right now, but from the looks of it, she far preferred that. "Sir, I don't believe I am capable of performing my duty any more, due to injury." "Well, Michelle, You can have communications. You cannot very well shoot, so that's, really, your only option. it would put you in with Echo, but it is a job you can do. Just keep up with our coordinator, maybe borrow that enemy radio the other woman has. I can tell you if I come up with anything else." he turned to the crowd, knowing that Michelle was fully capable of doing what she needed to do. "We're moving out, and heading to basement level One. David! you're up here, with me, on point. Jacob, take the rear. Form up! Rules of Engagement still apply!" He waved his arm forward and walked through the door. I was dark as hell. He pulled down a pair of goggles and hit a button labeled "NV". the room was illuminated in an eerie green glow. It brightened, and brightened. Alexei played with the sensitivity controls. It5 didn't work, and soon nough the room was painfully bright, it felt like he was looking into the fluorescent lamps of an operating table, or something. So intense, so close, so focused on you. clenching his eyes, tight from the burning light, he pulled the goggles off. It was still dark, but he walked forward enough to grasp a door knob and twist it.
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Molly snapped to attention when the commander addressed them, and moved into her spot, just ahead of Jacob. The big black bag was on her back, weighing against her. as the group started moving forward, she started walking forward in half-speed, with Jacob. She was ready to roll to cover,and there was no need to be formal for anyone, anyway, so figured it would be best to hang back with the guy with the bigger gun.Once through the doorway, they entered a room that was bathed in a soft blue light, like when sun shines through closed blinds. For some reason, the commander pulled down his night vision goggles, and just as soon thrust them off his face. She could see just fine. The room went off into a hallway to the right, and at the end of the narrow corridor, he opened the door to a maintenance tunnel. On the wall, just inside, was a diagram showing "Floor B1 below. Watch your step". Molly couldn't help but ask, "So, where're you from?" Jacob looked down at her. "Keenstuhn, Jamaica. Hoo 'bou' yah, Molleh?" "I was born in Emmen, in the Netherlands, but I moved to America almost the week I turned one, So, this is more home to me than there. Dyed my hair, changed my name to "Molly", and I was a new person. My parents never told me why they wanted to do this, and I've never found out. I think it looks good on me though." "Yeeeuh, Ah came 'ere b'cus Ah was sick uh been poo-er." "Not too much of a step up, this, is is it?" Jacob laughed, "Nah, mon, I s'pose i' i'nt."
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Post by V on Jul 19, 2008 1:16:40 GMT -5
Carmen let out a sigh watching her friend depart...well...what she thought was a friend. Maybe Carmen wasn't too "palsy" enough to be considered morale support. In any case, she decided to retreat to the familiar people, the survivors in Echo. James welcomed her with open arms. "Ah. There you are Carmen. Good idea taking that radio, love. Allow me to see it?" Carmen detached it from her belt and gave it too him. He turned back around to the men, seemingly like he forgot about her. She shrugged, and moved to up to one of the windows, and took a look outside. The street adjacent to the building were empty, not surprisingly. The police were likely to have barricaded the entire area. She put her face against the cold glass...and let it cool her down some. She felt so hot for some reason. However, she pulled away eventually, and walked over to the corpses of the fallen enemies. She took the ammo clips from their rifles to feed her own stolen one. She look up again...and the figure who had beckoned her before was back...right through the same door. She went after him faster this time, and he did not disappear when she went through that door. He did somehow get to the other side of the hall though. Without thinking, she kept chase...wanting to see who this man was. Eventually he lead her through a number of turns...before disappearing completely again. She noticed now she was lost...she fumbled for her own radio, but when she was about to speak, a deafening static enveloped her ears, and she dropped it. "Shit!" She cried. She was separated from the group now. She may have had an assault rifle, but she probably couldn't go toe-to-toe with these cyborgs. She began to panic quietly. She went one direction...but stepped back to choose another..and stepped back to choose a different one. Suddenly the enemies radio went off. She heard footsteps coming down one of the halls. She thought they were friendly at first....but if it was...they'd likely call out her name. She quickly ducked into one of the empty dark offices and hide snug under a desk, and watched through one of the installed windows. A small group of cyborgs were walking past the office. "We set up an ambush for those SFOD bastards on the first floor." The leader said to his men. "Our job is too block the entrance back up so they cannot retreat." That was all she could hear before they walked away. She was about to leave when she heard another set of footsteps. These ones were soft...and sounded like they belonged to one person. Under the desk..she saw a small pair of feet go through the door. They were bare, and very pale. They went around the desk to where the person would be standing right in front of Carmen...but the darkness ate up the figure. Carmen took out her flashlight and shone it forward. She expected to see a person...but...nothing was there. She quickly turned off her flashlight and started whimpering. She was terrified now and alone. She wondered how she would possibly survive this now
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"There must be some way we can find out what the enemy is planning..." James said to the men. Suddenly, the only woman from echo stepped up to him. "Ah. There you are Carmen. Good idea taking that radio, love. Allow me to see it?" She gave it too him without any word, and seemed to just slink away quietly. The moment she handed it too him, it seemed to have gone off. "Aw right guys, let's listen in." James said to the men. "What happened?" Said a synthesized voice. "The team we just sent in was killed." "Damn it. Alright, we're going help out now. I want all our men we can on the first floor. I have a plan. I'll come and watch the fire exit with a couple men." "Aren't they at the exit though?" "Yeah, but they won't be forever." "Right...switch to the private channel. I want to give you details. The enemy seems to be too prepared for us all the time. I think they are listening in some how." Then the it went silent. The english man swore. "Ah bloody, eh. Well we know they have a surprise waiting for us downstairs. Guess we'd better tell the ol' Ruskie that." But beofre he could, the Russian had assmebled the team. He was telling his men to take point. "Guess he forgot we're all just one group again eh?" When Svensky finished giving his order, James addressed him. "'Ey Ruskie!" He called. "I think you better reposition your men. I just got word of something waiting for us down there. Now you can take a chance with what you want, but my logic tells me to second guess this. And the Queen forbid I doubt my common sense against your blind order."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 19, 2008 4:09:34 GMT -5
Alexei turned around, after looking down the stairwell. "And the Queen forbid I doubt my common sense against your blind order." "Well," the Russian man hissed, trying to stay quiet, "I'm damn sorry everyone else in this team IS blind. I'd gladly know what's going on, but YOU are the one holding the fucking radio." he took out his earpiece and radio, "I never much cared for any of you bastards. Fucking Chinless Wonder. And your name is?" he put the communicator back on his head, and turned around. "Flask, we've received word, from some talkative radio operators, that just below us, There's a little surprise. Can I get any intel? Maybe a way around it? We couldn't possibly fight it. Hold on?" he took away his ear piece and turned back to The British man. "You want to lead, pretty boy? here, you take point, and when you die, I'll come to your funeral. Sorry Flask, about that. Echo is on point for this." They continued through the dark hallways.
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Molly found herself liking Jacob more and more as they talked. As it turns out, His family actually came from a long line of plantation workers, and that "Dah platashun mastah wud his grah-grah-grah-grah-grah-grah-grah-Grah-daddy, ahr sumtin like dat." He was able to pry out her birth name, "Mabelie," and that she didn't care too much for her mother. When the team turned around, She lost Jacob in the tumult and ended up far from where he was. She continued along, waiting for a chance to work her way back to him. She looked down at her gun, verified that the secondary safety was engaged, and looked back up ahead. Everyone was continuing on, but the hallway grew. And grew, like some demon-god was pulling the building like taffy. She felt herself start sweating, and her heart sped up. Everyone she was running beside was looking at her panicked self, but the were all normal. the entire team all seemed normal. Were none of them paying attention? Then, in a blood curdling scream, the person's face beside her split open, like tearing a wet piece of paper, and he tore to his feet, spewing blood and vomit. once the empty paper skin was lying limp on the floor, like a snake's shed skin, the other began to do it. first a couple, here and there, then 10 people, all at once disintegrated. the entire team was skinned, leaving only the flesh behind. Molly had nearly stopped breathing, she was so terrified. At the far end of the hallway, it had been so far stretched it was black as pitch, with only a small glittering where the doorknob was. Molly hugged her knees and cowered in the corner. From where she came by the stairs to the 1st floor, an intense light erupted, and it nearly blinded her. Still, nothing could fight the blackness away. She focused on the doorknob. From the darkness hurtled a body. perfectly skinned. And another. And another. they were piling up in front of her. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could. The thumping of the landing bodies stopped. Her eyes opened. She was in another hallway, pristine and white, almost felt like a hospital. At one end of the hallway was a set of double doors, the other, a large, square room. The sign above it said "waiting area". She went towards the doors first. Close to it, a baby's crying could be heard. then a lot of fast footsteps, and a car revving up. Very distant, you could hear sirens. The doors were locked. Fluorescents pervaded the whole room behind it, and the unnatural bluish light filtered through the glass in the doors, blinding you from seeing what was behind it. Molly turned around, and headed towards the waiting area. The TV was on, on a bad soap opera, and the magazines were from last year, like every other waiting room in America, except every other waiting room doesn't port you there from nowhere. Behind her, someone tugged at her sleeve. A sweet little girl was there, with long, black hair and a hospital gown. "Have you seen my mommy? I waited here like she said." "Oh, we'll find her." Molly heard herself say, against her will. Fucking maternal instinct. She grabbed the girl's hand and began walking around. A little bit of a headache, like a brain freeze, popped up. She thought nothing of it. "What the fuck is wrong? why does this feel normal? This isn't normal! THIS ISN'T NORMAL!" she shrieked. the little girl tugged at her arm. "Ask the lady behind the desk?" "May I help you?" A woman said, with a slight southern drawl. Molly looked up, and saw a skinned, yet, alive body offering her assistance. She stammered and backed away. She bumped into someone in her blind stumble. "Ah! Sahrry, mees. Ah Di'nt seh yuh." Molly turned around and howled at the talking corpse. Suddenly the room was full of them! All of them! reading, writing! Asking what was wrong! "YOU'RE WRONG! ALL OF YOU ARE WRONG! ALL YOU FUCKING DEAD PEOPLE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" The little girl let go of her hand and covered her ears. " GET AWAY! AWAY! FUCK!" The little girl screamed with delight, and ran towards a normal-looking, platinum-blonde woman. "Mommy!" "Baby!" the woman bent down and hugged the little girl, ten looked at Molly. Except.... she.... was... Molly...or at least looked a lot like her. "Thank you for finding my baby! Oh, I don't know what I'd do without you!" They made eye contact, and her head hurt worse. From the brainfreeze, the pain spread to every part of her head. It intensified, and intensified, until she couldn't actually see, or hear or even feel or think. it felt like she was being torn apart! She felt her head, where the most pain was, and felt ragged edges where the scalp should have connected. it continued to pull, She was still conscious as the tear neared her lower abdomen, the finally blacked out.
She wailed as she got up, from a sitting position from the floor, leaning against the wall. she was shaking all over, and far more than drenched in a cold sweat. Everyone was looking in her direction, and someone she couldn't see was rooting around the medic bag. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at everything that dared move. She was still so shaky there was no telling where the bullet would actually end up. Michelle cautiously approached, and pushed the gun down. She hugged the other woman, and only let go after Molly had stopped shaking. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Michelle had been walking along, like everyone else in the group, until Alexei and that guy from Echo started spitting venom at each other. She started backing away, but froze when the Russian man said something about the other having the enemy radio. When they turned around, and everyone had settled into the column again, Michelle ran ahead of the group, to find the British man. "Did you get the radio from that Asian girl... uhh... Carmen?" Before she could get her answer, someone shrieked from the rear. Everyone turned around and was ready to fire. Molly was on the floor, convulsing. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head by the time everyone had gotten there. Someone set her up so she wouldn't die by choking on her own vomit, or swallowing her tongue, or anything. Someone had gotten to the medical supplies and was looking for something to help. Within no longer than two minutes, Molly had stopped convulsing, and sluggishly got up. She drew her weapon and was looking at everyone very strangely, like they were complete strangers, all of them. Michelle nearly wet herself as she tried to take a step forward, and the muzzle flashed over in her direction, but she took another step, and another, and was still alive. Once she got close enough, she pointed the gun towards the ground, and embraced Molly. Half the comfort her, half to restrain her.
((I'ma go dip my fingers in gatorade for a while...))
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Post by V on Jul 20, 2008 2:51:26 GMT -5
James was not to happy with the Russian...and never really liked him in the first place. "Chinless wonder? That what's passes off as in insult in your ghetto then? Guess Stalin didn't kill off all the dogs, now did he?" Seemed Like Svensky wanted his team to take point. But it didn't matter, seeing as how they were to act as one unit. Suddenly the radio went off, it was flask responding to the little argument. "Come on boys, really? What would your mom's think right now?" Svensky then reported to him that Echo was going to take point. Flask wasn't too happy about that. "What? No! Svensky, absolutely not, Echo doesn't have a captain, and I don't want you thinking of them as a lesser race. You were put in charge because you proved you can lead without much problem. Now if someone who is wise cracking is enough to turn you into a child, maybe you shouldn't have been assigned. I want you to lead your team without prejudice. Alright. Now let's all do our jobs, please?"
James rolled his eyes, while Svensky lead them on their way. While walking, another woman came up to him. It was the blondie who lost her fingers. She was asking about Carmen. "That's right, I did...come to think of it...where did she go now?" James swore. "Fuck. Where could she have gone?" He picked up his radio. "Carmen? Carmen, can you hear me?" He waited a few moments. No answer. "Fucking A...what did that bitch go on doing now?"
Suddenly, there was a shriek...and they all turned to the other woman...believed her name was Molly. She was convulsing, screaming things. Michelle had gone into the med kit to fetch somethings, while everyone just watched. Eventually, it seemed like the brunette was calmed, by the blonde one embracing her. That was an odd thing to see. Perhaps be under Svenksy's leadership would make you crazy.
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Carmen sat underneath that desk for what seemed an eternity...before she heard her radio start to cackle. "What was that?" A synthesized voice said. "I don't know...go check it!" Two of the cyborgs came down the hall, looking at the little plastic. "It's a radio. Must be from one of the targets." "But we didn't kill any around here! He must be close. We need to find him." "Right! Let's split up." Carmen's eye's went wide. She crawled out from behind the desk, and keeping to the ground began to crawl the adjacent desk int that room. It was one of those large computer desks with cabinets and drawers. She ducked beneath one facing away from the door...as she heard the cyborg step in. A light went on, and started scanning the darkness. "Nothing yet." She heard him say. She heard his boots stat to move around, ruffling papers and crushing plastic. Carmen took her knife out and waited, trying to flatten herself as best she could to the back of the desk. The boots were coming around to her side now...she could see the beam from the flashlight. She could see his feet coming closer, so close, she could read the decals on the toe of the boot. When he came within striking range, she jammed the knife into the back of his leg, and he let out a yell. Acting quickly, she removed the knife, and drive it as deep as she could into his neck. She wouldn't be able to extract it, so she didn't bother. "Are you alright? Report in!" The other cyborg shouted. Carmen was quick to move and hide else where. She watched the other cyborg walk into the room, and go around the desk. While he did, Carmen left around the opposite way of...and quickly scurried away, bending down to pick up her own radio on the way out. Breathing heavily, she flattened herself against the wall of a dead-end. She fell on her butt and pulled her legs in...and started to quietly sob to herself. She took up her radio again. Sniffling a couple times, she said into. "Hello? is anyone there?" "...arme...s...at...u?" Was what she could make out from the static. "It....ask...ere...re...ou?" "Say again, Flask?" "...ou will...to relo...the stat...be gon..." She knew what that meant. She'd need to move so he'd hear her better. But she didn't want to go...she found haven here. Peeking around the corner...she saw the shaded figure who's been in the cameras. Just standing at the end of the hell. His head was down, and he was just standing there...as if waiting. Carmen wanted to call to him..but was too afraid. And just like that...the man vanished. She went back against the wall again, no longer peeking. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she picked up her rifle, and slowly walked down the hall again.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 20, 2008 4:23:25 GMT -5
"I want you to lead your team without prejudice. Alright. Now let's all do our jobs, please?" "Fine, fine. So long as that man keeps out of my way, I will do my best." "I'll deal with you later. For now, make a left at the end of this corridor, another left, and a right. There's your other way down." "This is a window." "It's either take the stairs, or land with a roll. I don't know what to tell you." "This will do fine." Svensky pulled open the window. the cool air kissed his skin and sent shivers down his spine. Nonetheless, he leaned out further and looked at the ground, a leg-shattering near-30 foot drop. Luckily, there was a tree, and they could get a little footing on the outer sills of the windows below them. No matter how you look at it, this proved far better than getting shot up until nothing was left, right? Svensky pulled out a long cord, with a medium-sized hook, and latched it under the window. Rappelling was not in his best interest. "Come on boys and girls. Last thing I, and the scientists, need is wasted time." he clipped the cord to his belt and climbed out the window, taking care to stay away from the windows. Before he was able to proceed down, Michelle grabbed his arm and pulled him in. She had a wild look in her eye. Before he could ask, his question was answered. "Carmen? Carmen, can you hear me?" The radio was silent on the other end. He grabbed his rappel line, stuffed it in a pouch, and doubled back. "Carmen! Hu! come in damn it!" the Russian man said. "Flask! We are missing Carmen. Can you see her? Reach her, even?" "I'll try Alexei." Svensky heard him speaking something into another channel before he snapped back to the team. "We can't see her. I'll try contacting. Until you have extracted her, this mission is now a Search and Rescue." "Roger." Svensky went forward, double time, and only stopped to look around corners. Which there were a lot of. Every door was a potential death trap. Soon they found themselves back in the room they started from, so long ago. They turned back around, went another way, then another, then another, and finally came to a room with a corpse lying in it. Vasquez began praying as they approached the corpse. it was a hostile, and it was still warm. Someone had jammed their combat knife clear through the hostile's neck, and it was probably coming out of the mouth, on the other end. And it was one of their knives. "Flask. We have found signs that Hu is in our vicinity." "g... ob... con....ue... sance. I... eep.... es peel..." "Flask, come in. Flask, hello?" Alexei looked towards a window, and in the reflection, he say the doorway he had just come though. Lights turned on, bright, and a single shadow darted across the white-blue backdrop. Svensky looked towards the door, where it was still dark as before, and perplexed, looked back at the window. It looked watery, almost like you could reach right through it. His knees started to feel weak, seeing this. He looked down, and saw that the floor was starting to appear the same way, in a surprised yell, he jumped onto a desk. Suddenly, his arm felt lighter. he looked at it. Everything below his elbow had melted away! it was happening to his legs, too! He lost his vision! Touching his face, he found no eyes, nose, mouth, No definition! He tried to scream, but there was no way for the sound to escape! as suddenly as it started, it stopped. he could see, he could hear, he could breathe. He looked around the room. The whole team was asking if he was alright, and he sluggishly nodded yes. then, with the sound of a million gunshots, they all exploded, like overfilled powder kegs! The building was on fire! blue flame licked at him from every direction! the ceiling creaked, a tile fell on his head. He looked up, and saw a figure in a long white coat perched on the ceiling, like, fucking, Spiderman , or something! It lept down, onto Alexei and knocked him into the flames! "Not again!" he screamed! "Not again! Not again! Not again! Not again!" The man in the coat crushed Alexei's throat with his boot! Pinned in the daemonic flames! "I contacted Carmen, and she moved to and area with less static interference. Try the back door." Alexei opened his eyes. Noone had moved, and were all in one piece, like no time had passed. He said a shaky "yes" and walked on, determined to push the thought from his mind.
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Post by V on Jul 25, 2008 5:59:50 GMT -5
Carmen could hear footsteps in the nearby halls. She whimpered again, thinking they were the enemies. She began to move fast away from them, hoping they would not catch her. A surprise came around the next corner. The sound of a fist flying through the air and hitting something, and next thing she knew, she was on the ground, feet away from an hostile cyborg. Her rifle had fallen where she could not reach it. "So you're the bitch who killed my partner." He spoke to her. "Usually, I'd be one to kill on sight...but I've been ordered to get any information I can." Carmen began to inch away. "P-Please don't kill me...I have kids!" "You think I care? Of course I'm going to kill you. But, you have a choice in how I do it. IF you tell me what I want to know, I'll kill you quickly. If not..." He took out a combat knife. "It'll be slow." Carmen had inched herself into the wall. She knew she couldn't take him in hand-to-hand. His strength far exceeds a normal mans, being part mechanized. He was standing over her now, knife to her ear. The asian woman was whimpering. She'd never been in this situation before. She was more scared than she had ever been. She took a couple moments to remember what her kids looked like...what her husband looked like...what her mother looked like. She would miss them all. 'I want my mommy...' was all she could think of. Then actually she mumbled the word "mommy." The cyborg caught it. "What did you say?" "I said nothing..." Okay...fine. Now, tell me...do you have one of our radios? Is someone watching from the cameras? You have men in the vents?" Carmen kept quiet. "Answer me, bitch or you lose your ear!" the cyborg snapped, and raised the knife. "Radio!!!" Carmen shouted. "I-I took one of your radios from someone I killed up in the camera room! I swear that's how it is done." The cyborg nodded, and back away. "Well...as promised..." He raised his rifle, the barrel trained on her. Stream were flowing from Carmen's eyes, and she screamed as loud as she could. She heard a gunshot, and everything went white...
Suddenly, it seemed like she awoke. It looked like she was on the famous French lane, the Champs Elysee'. The famous arch in the middle. She was in France...where she had been born. She'd not disclosed this many people though...except where it needed to be known. She stood up from her position on the ground, watching people walk by her. These people however..seemed...unreal. Matter of fact, everything did. She could hear people speaking in French. Someone was wondering what the time was, how to get to this one place..and even how long the metro would run. It felt odd to her, that she was walking down these streets still in all her gear...but what worried her most, was no one was looking at her...not even a face had turned her way. She'd only been seeing backs of heads. She approached one of the people. "Excuse' moi..mais, qu'est que quand?" she asked the man. The man faced her way...and Carmen nearly scream, but her held her hand over her mouth. Where his face should have been...there was just a black void. Suddenly, everyone else started facing her...but not a face to be seen. She quickly turned to run, and when she took off, the man simply turned away. Carmen's mind was only thinking one thing right then..."run!" And she took off as far as she would go, stumbling upon the steps of a courthouse like building. On the top step...she saw a familiar figure. A uniform just like hers...brown hair. It was the Captain. "Captain!" She called. He turned around to face her...and his face, too..was nothing but a void. But...something was coming out of this void of a face. Carmen could see the blackness distorting outward...and it spawned a black floating figure! The figure then faced her way, and charged. The asian woman though quickly, how to fight back...the noticed her handgun was still in it's holster. She pulled it out quickly and fired. Each shot shredded the figure until it was no more. The figure that was her Captain had already left. Then...it all went white again. "Hey! I think she's coming to! Look! Her eyes are opening." It was a familiar voice. Carmen awoke a second time. Standing over her, was James. This time, everything looked real. "Carmen! Oh thank the Queen. What happened to you girl?" "Uh...wha?" Was all she could muster. "Nevermind." He had said, pulled out his radio. "Flask, she's come too. I think we should wait a couple minutes before advancing though." "Roger. Although, you should ask Alexei, too." "I'll take care of it." Carmen looked at all the familiar faces...looking for a particular one..and she found it, she smiled. "Michelle..." she happily said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She is moving to a place where the static isn't as bad." Flask had told them. James looked at all the entry ways. So many places she could have gone. "Well that doesn't help much." "Hey, try and split up or something. I'm not detecting many hostiles..." "I'm for that." James said. He then pointed down a hall and ran for it. It was a very unorganized effort...but this was more for speed. They'd need to get back on track to complete the mission. He'd only hoped the rest had decided to split up. Suddenly, he'd heard something crash to the ground...and there was talking. It was at the end of the hall. "Hey...Flask, where am I?" He said into the radio. "Whisper!" "Uhh..alright. It looks like...you're on the east wing, hall D. Tell the other guys to rendezvous with me." "Why? You found her?" "I believe so...but uhh...I think the enemy found her first." When he heard Carmen scream, he knew it was here. "Alright, I told them they are on their way." Flask said. James had made it to the end of the hall. He was watching the cyborg get into position to kill Carmen. James readied his rifle...when Carmen screamed, he spun from around the corner, and shot the cyborg straight in the head before he was able to get a shot off. "James?!" Flask shouted from the radio. "What the hell was that?" "Just taking care of Carmen's friend." "How is she? does she looked harmed?" "Well, she fainted, but I'm no medic. I can't tell if she's hurt internally. Outside looks fine." "Roger...wait for the others." When they finally arrived, he looked for Molly. "Hey you." He said to her. "Come see if she's fine, will ya?" He looked back at Carmen. She was convulsing...twitching every now and then. "Seizure? Nah...seizure doesn't look like that." Suddenly...she saw her start move with longer motions than a twitch, and her eyelids started crack. "Hey! I think she is coming too, Look! Her eyes are opening." He saw her give him an interesting look. "Thank the queen you're alive! What happened to you, girl?" "Huh? Wha?" Was her answer. "Nevermind." He took his radio out again. "Flask, she's come too. I think we should wait a couple minutes before advancing though." "Roger. Although, you should ask Alexei, too." "I'll take care of it." The english man, singled Alexei out from the group and approached him. " 'Ey...listen. I know we aren't too fond of each other, but I am gonna request something. I think we should rest for maybe a minute or so..you know, we've been all doing this extra labor to find her...and what not. What do you say?"
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jul 25, 2008 7:48:09 GMT -5
After the captain's odd outburst, Bravo decided to split up, but hardly left the room before the radio crackled to life. "Just taking care of Carmen's friend." "How is she? does she looked harmed?" "Well, she fainted, but I'm no medic. I can't tell if she's hurt internally. Outside looks fine." "Roger...wait for the others." All of them regrouped and headed towards the broadcasts, to find Carmen lying flat on the ground, with the British man standing above her. he turned around and grabbed hold of Molly, and put her in front of the woman. She immediately inspected for outward signs of damage, despite her feeling sorry for having to partially strip the woman down. As protocol, she noted only minimal bruising on her back, as well as a small cut wound above her ear. She went back to the pack to pull out a stethoscope, but before she could, Carmen started moving, and finally waking. She pulled away and let the other woman prop herself up. "Michelle..."
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The blonde woman stood in front of the group, almost inches from James and Molly. She still hid her right arm behind her back, but with her left arm, she pushed people aside to see what was going on. The woman with the back hair was removing Carmen's combat gear, then James sidestepped, and blocked off her view. She jumped to the other side and continued to watch as Molly examined her body. before she could finish, Carmen came back to consciousness. "Michelle..." She looked up, through tear-filled eyes, and took a very long time to realize who it was that called her name. Once she came back to reality, she looked down at the still mostly lifeless body and dropped to her knees beside it. Keeping the wrapped hand at her side, she wrapped herself around the Asian woman and buried her face in Carmen's shoulder. Warm tears streamed down her cheeks, and continued to creep down her friend's back. "What the hell were you thinking?" She asked, happily, between raggedy exhales.
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David ran after the rest of the team, having decided to backtrack further than the others, to search for the missing soldier.he jumped up again, and again, to get a view of what was happening. All he could see were a pair of legs attacked to some boots. It excited him, to see something like this up close. OH! that hot girl was checking her for injuries. He jumped again, and to his disappointment, there was nothing obscene to see. Something thumped behind him. He turned around. left! Right! left! Nothing! where was that sound?! He heard it! He walked forward into the dark hallway. the shadows seemed painted on the walls, like no amount of light could make them retreat. He continued on, pressing a small button at the front of his rifle. a thread of light illuminated the darkness. Less then two feet in front of him was a shoe. a nice, leather loafer. He looked up. it was connected to a beer-bellied man with a round face and a tiny little mouth. It was his father. just beside him, a woman, lanky and tall, with a blood-smeared polka-dot dress was hanging. Her brown curls framed her shallow, age-worn face, twisted and battered. His mother. They sunk to the ground. Both their faces here sickly green, their eyes yellowed and glazed over. From monstrous hooks pushed through their limbs, bloodied barbed wire ran into the unending blackness above them. Like marionettes, they lumbered towards David. He tried to scream; no noise would come. His throat was too dry to even make a sound. The putrid air was choking him. and still the puppets advanced. He fell on his back and tried crawling away, but the main room wasn't there any longer. He ran up against a wall and still the puppets advanced. David crouched down in the fetal position. His father swung his leg at David's rib. His mother clawed at his arms and back. Kick! Kick! Kick! screeching from the woman on the hook! They beat the living shit out of David, and then they stopped. He dared not uncurl, but he opened his eyes. The woman on the ground had just said something. He couldn't get up. when he tried to, searing pain shot up his leg, into his brain, and back down. "Medic." he called through a parched throat. "Medic?"
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Alexei was almost as fast as Molly, getting to the site. Almost like she studied for it, she followed each step, number-by-number. Mid way through, she woke up, and Michelle ran and embraced her. Molly sat there on her knees, confused as to how to act next. After what felt like an eternity, Alexei ordered the light-haired girl off, so the procedure could be finished. Molly checked her ribs, applied pressure to her abdomen, and looked for everything the book said. After pronouncing her "unhurt", The brit walked up to him. "'Ey...listen. I know we aren't too fond of each other, but I am gonna request something. I think we should rest for maybe a minute or so..you know, we've been all doing this extra labor to find her...and what not. What do you say?" Alexei looked, flabbergasted at the other man. "The first smart thing I've heard you say all day. Dig in, get comfy, and regain some energy.we don't have long, but we need it." The team looked relieved at him when the Russian said that.
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Post by V on Jul 29, 2008 23:40:11 GMT -5
Carmen just realized she'd awoke being almost naked...just her white tank top, and white underwear she'd worn under her flak pants. Her gear was all around her. Her face flushed red...everyone was around her. She watched as Michelle finally came, and bent down in front of her. She could see her eyes were tearing up, and probably knew that her own were also. When Michelle wrapped herself around her, she quickly responded, bringing her arms up around the other woman, her right hand going up to her head, and rubbing her hair , the other going underneath her arm, and putting the one Michelle tried to avoid showing. Carmen just wanted to make sure she was real. Finally, she started speaking, through deep breaths. "God, I've never been so happy to see you....A-and, I'm just so happy to know you're real." The asian woman buried her face in Michelle's arm, tears staining the kevlar. She felt some of Michelle's creeping down her back...guess she was thinking the same thing. "A-and, I am so very sorry, that I looked at you as if you were a monster...I don't ever want or will do it again." She peered up from her spot on the arm, and looked at Michelle's face. Was she smiling? A moment after though, Carmen pushed her body to embrace Michelle's closer, and the two of them were just a clump of a bawling mess. "I-I....I need h-help, getting this all back on...." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James watched the two women, and quirked his mouth. This wasn't good. They've become too attached. The death of one of them will make it difficult for the other to continue. He looked over at the office clock. They'd been there a few hours. In situations like this...time seems so irrelevant though. "Okay, head count..." He started to count the heads, mouthing the numbers. All were accounted for...although one seemed to be scared senseless. James didn't bother taking action. He's seen it before. They'd all need to talk him to move eventually. He pulled the mask up over his mouth again, and straightened the goggles on his head out. He slowly moved away from the group,wanting to get a look out the window. Seeing nothing of interest, he turned around to face his team. But...they all looked like they were frozen. Couldn't even see them exhale. He slowly approached. "Guys?" He first approached the nearest soldier, he was just standing at attention. He first waved his hand in front of his face. No response. He then tapped his helmet. Still nothing. "The hell is going on here..." Suddenly he heard whimpering. The teenage one, David was still curled up. Unlike the others, he seemed to have movement. James approached him, and knelt down. He could see his mask down. "Hey." He said, tapping his knee. He didn't bother responding. "Hey! You okay?" He nudged him once more. This time, he made his head face him. "Hey are you---" he gasped, seeing the boy had no eyes. He looked at the others, and they started to move, too! They as well had no eyes. James began backing up, David stood up, and they all came toward him, guns raised. "Back away!" He shouted to them...but his answer was them opening fire. That's when he snapped out of it. He was back by the window again, and the team was still resting, chatting, and what not. He felt sweat on his face. He had no idea what happened. He approached the group again...this time looking for someone he knew. "Carmen?" He said, and found her. She looked up at him with her almond eyes. "What?" "Uhh...nothing, it's nothing..."
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