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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jun 17, 2007 17:15:31 GMT -5
Alex LeFranc stood on the steps outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette. His hands rested on his MP5, which was slung over his shoulder. The meetings had been going slowly. It had been three days, and nothing so far. Not an inch of progress. He idly passed the time playing solitaire and smoking. He checked his watch, 19:24. A sound caught his ear and he looked over to his left, as a drunken couple stopped on a corner and embraced each other, romantically kissing.
"How Naive," Alex muttered aloud.
A wind blew through the street, echoing eerily off the buildings that lined it. Alex hated London. But this is where T.A.S.C had deployed him, and so here he was. The money was good, and the hours were great...for a single man. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, and waited for the French Ambassador to come down...
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Post by Roara on Jun 18, 2007 1:22:12 GMT -5
Kuzma was walking back to the hotel after searching some nearby abandoned warehouses looking to the hotel, when he saw his comrad Alex standing on the front steps.
"Zrafsochet Taversh Alex!" He shouted, with his AK47 fitted nicely in his arms. "The meeting is done, dah?" He asked, unaware of the situation.
"I found some flamethrowers from the 50's and 60's we can use just for kicks in the warehouses, or I could just strap them to the junker I have been slapping together... What a Russian would do for some real money eh? Ha!" He yelled, slightly drunk from some old rum he had also come across.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jun 18, 2007 5:38:39 GMT -5
"We'll find out soon enough, yes?" Alex replied. Somehow he doubted any real progress had been made. "Hopefully we can all get home soon."
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Post by Roara on Jun 18, 2007 12:18:00 GMT -5
"I just hope I dont get stuck guarding some Siberian boatyard again... boring...."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jun 19, 2007 17:49:18 GMT -5
"Well I'd like to think that T.A.S.C has upgraded its clientelle list since then, yes?" LeFranc said with a laugh. He pitched a cigarette butt and watched it flitter to the ground, still alight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same couple, acting a bit strange, however. The male was apparently necking the girl, and the girl was screaming. an odd G-Spot Alex thought. "Hey, there's a hotel right here if you need a room," he called out.
At that point, the man looked to LeFranc and Kuzma, with an ominously blank stare. He wasn't looking at them persay, but he knew where they were. There was a ring of liquid around his mouth and dripping down his chin. As he turned, he let go of the girl. Who promptly fell to the ground as a gout of blood shot from her neck. "What the hell?" LeFranc said out loud, although he hadn't realized it. The man broke into a run at Kuzma. LeFranc pulled his Desert Eagle out of its holster at his hip. "Stop!" he yelled, but the man paid him no heed...
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Post by Caelen on Jun 19, 2007 21:30:38 GMT -5
((Since i haven't heard a yes or no yet, I'll just jump in with the character. I can always edit it out if he doesn't fit ^^ ))
Avilon was pacing the hotel lobby waiting for the French Ambassador. He had been hired by T.A.S.C. to act as the social buffer between the crude mercenaries and the rather prim-and-proper diplomat. He was wearing a light blue business suit, with all the frilly trim, but underneath he had a full-body Kevlar armor suit. The frilly trim on the business suit was mostly for hiding the edges of the armor suit. There was no need to worry the ambassador after all.
Hearing some shouting, Avilon opened the door and looked outside. Seeing a woman bloody on the ground and a man running towards another T.A.S.C. merc with a gun, he quickly snatched his bag off the ground and pulled out one of his throwing knives. He stepped out of the doorway and let the knife fly towards the running man. The 8" blade struck cleanly into his foot, pinning him in place for a moment. "Terribly sorry, but I can't have the main entrance covered in blood. Take your trouble with the mercs elsewhere." He stared coldly at the man he had pinned.
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Post by Roara on Jun 19, 2007 22:34:16 GMT -5
"Let me handle this taversh." Kuzma laughed, raised his AK47, and let it rip.
The muzzle flash and the kickback by the fully automatic fire shook him for a moment, and tore the poor insane man to pieces.
"He was a threat to the Russian officials, thus he had to be stopped." He claimed, and prodded the dead body with a stick.
"Hey, you think the girl over there is still alive?" He asked, walking carefully toward her, thinking of the werewolf stories on how the bitten were infected.
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Post by Caelen on Jun 20, 2007 0:12:53 GMT -5
"Great. There goes my paycheck." Avilon sighed and looked over at Kuzma. "But, I might get yours when I report this to TASC." He turned towards the other man. "I was told you had better control over your subordinates, Mr. LeFranc. No matter. I'll have the ambassador leave out the back door." He popped his head into the hotel and said something to the others traveling with the ambassador. "All taken care of." He walked closer to what was left of the man and pulled his knife from the ground. After cleaning both blades, he put it into the case on his pack.
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Post by Roara on Jun 20, 2007 0:41:29 GMT -5
"Why the hell would he get my pay check? I am the one who killed the threat. Meh. Let us drink some of the rum I found! It would be a great way to relax while we wait for the ambassadors to finish!"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jun 20, 2007 19:49:04 GMT -5
LeFranc couldn't believe the audacity of these two. A man had clearly just bitten a woman's vena cava and then ran right at the drunken Russian, and the two of them didn't even bat an eyelash. "Wait!" he yelled after Avilon. "No one's going anywhere. Something here isn't right."
He looked over to the girl who had been bitten--she was standing! LeFranc did a double take. There was still blood spraying out of her neck, yet there she stood, glossy-eyed and oblivious. She saw the two of the mercenaries on the corner and walked vaguely toward them. Alex--not knowing what to do--kept his gun trained on her. "Madame, you are in need of medical attention. Allow us to--"
The woman let out a gutteral cry and snapped her head toward Alex's voice. Just as she was beginning to charge, she was stopped in her tracks as two thunderous booms were heard from the Desert Eagle. The woman was thrown backward onto the street. Alex was holstering his pistol when the unimaginable happened: she started getting up. "What the f**k?" Alex said to Kuzma. She looked back at LeFranc and cocked her head. Alex let two more bullets fly, this time hitting either of her eyes. Blood and brain matter flew backwards in a scatter on the street as the girl went down--this time for good.
"Kuzma, get inside and get me a hardline to T.A.S.C HQ; we're going to need some serious backup," Alex said. As he did so, a host of crazies lulled there way out from the various alleyways and offshoots of the main drag. "Kuzma, get the f**k inside, now!"
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Post by Roara on Jun 20, 2007 20:00:41 GMT -5
"It's okay taversh! (taversh means comrade) I have a port open on my radio! I already called for backup!" He said, and went over to the crate he brought in and brought a flamethrower to LeFranc.
"Merry Christmas!" He cheerfully said, and loaded one onto his back, and set it to off, strapping the tube to his leg.
Then, strapping he ak47 to it's holster, he went over to the crate and started making wine bottle grenades and throwing them into the street.
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Post by Caelen on Jun 21, 2007 1:21:37 GMT -5
"That's something new" Avilon said as he watched the woman get up and then get gunned down twice. He ran back inside and shouted at the guards. "Lock up the doors, don't let anything in except the three of us out here! And don't forget the one in back!" He whipped his pack around in front of him and slipped the main pouch open. Pulling out an incredibly large handgun with several attachments, he took aim out of the entry. After a few seconds, one of the attachments beeped and Avilon let a bullet fly. It struck square in the forehead of the nearest crazy person, ripping most of its head off in a splatter of blood. The blood didn't splat like liquid though...it was coagulated! "Two new things in less than a minute...this should be entertaining. Looks like David was right." He ducked back inside and popped a window open. He took careful aim at any of the crazies that got too close to the mercs.
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Post by Roara on Jun 21, 2007 12:35:28 GMT -5
"Buuurn baby burn!" Kuzma said excitedly as he let a flame engulf a crowd of afflicted nearest to him.
"Take that you evil brain sucking bastards! Haha!"
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Post by Caelen on Jun 22, 2007 15:11:51 GMT -5
"Hurry up and get inside you two! These doors are sturdy enough to hold them out. And what do you mean by brain sucking bastards?" Avilon took the head off one of the crazies that was on fire with his second bullet, and the third one struck another crazy in the chest, knocking it into a little cluster and toppling them all over. "Three bullets already...I hate using ammo."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jun 22, 2007 18:46:16 GMT -5
LeFranc hustled into the building, and began firing his desert eagle into the crowd. "Hurry up, Kuzma!" he yelled as the trigger clicked. d**n, 4 left! he thought. He wasn't sure where ge could get more desert eagle ammo in London, but he had a feeling he'd need it before the night was over...
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