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Post by Crow on Apr 15, 2008 1:26:33 GMT -5
"Very well. I can even suply your old black ops armor if you want it. But I'm afraid that I will be a bit busy in other things. An escaped experiment is hardly my concern these days. If you're the one that brings 110 back, I may be willing to overlook the conditions barring you from our work. Even though I'm still unproffesional, it hasn't made the higher ups think any less of my recommendations." He tossed over an ID card. "Head down to the soldier's armory to retrieve the items. You have acess for now." Ghost sat down at the table and opened a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. By the way, there's a bonus in it if you neutralize 95 for me as well. He's becoming a bit too uncontrolable. Only take the shot if you know it can hit, as I doubt that taking him on in fair combat would be a pleasent expirience."
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 15, 2008 23:32:55 GMT -5
"Hell yes, I want my armor! This sh**ty armor set is way too heavy to allow full movement...", he said smiling and caught the access card out of the air. "I like our new deal better...", he commented before turning around to go towards the soldiers' armory. He stopped in his tracks when he heard the 'bonus' assignment. He looked back at Ghost for some time then smiled, "Sure, no problem. Just don't send the next one after me..."
He turned around and walked out of the room showing his card before a guard could ask him the question. He wondered about the reason for the kill order on 95. In the old days he would have gone along with it without a question but since he was working for the Red Corp unofficially, he had to be sure the reason for it was nothing other than what Ghost had told him. He reminded himself to keep an eye for a tail. Ghost might send someone after him after all.
He wasn't stopped again. Retreiving the armor and changing quickly into it, he went towards the armory. The weapons the soldiers had access to were usually better than any available on the open market. He picked out an automatic rifle with grenade launcher below the barrel and a lasersight. It was lighter than anything he had used in the past few years which would be better seeing how fast his oponent was. He slinged it over his back and moved towards the handguns section. He picked up four pair of hostlers and attached one pair around his waist adjusting the gun-holds to bring them together behind his back. The second pair he put around his arms to place the holds under his armpits. The third pair he separated and put one each on his hips. Four modified and newer versions of Desert Eagles went in all the hostlers. he picked up a utility belt and shoved them with magzine for all the guns. He also took two combat knives and put them in their place in their sheaths on his boots. He had never bothered hiding his weapons and he wasn't about to start now. Before leaving the armory, he asked the gaurd to get him a communicator. He would need to stay in contact if something changed unexpectedly.
He walked out of the armory towards the garage waiting to see what Ghost had picked out for him. He was pleasantly surprised to find a black ATV with an open top sitting in front of him. He smiled and checked the plating on the body, it was reinforced carbon fibre, strong enough to withstand a normal armor peircing bullet. Well, at least he didnt have to worry about the vehicle dying on him if his opponent or someone else got a lucky shot off at the engine. He got in and drove off after showing his card one more time to the man operating the garage door. He would start in the suburbs and work his way inwards into the heart of the city.
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Post by Crow on Apr 16, 2008 0:17:36 GMT -5
The shop keeper sighed as he saw the shattered window to his shop. The slums were always subject to robberies, but he had cut a deal with the locals! He would smuggle them weapons from the various organizations in the area while they gave his shop protection. He noticed several guns missing. Most importantly the DX5 "Demon Rifle" prototype he had bought off of Red Corp. None of the gangs in the area had reason to rob him....or the other few shops in the area. Including a 7-11 that was missing large amounts of food, a clothing shop, and much further down there was a used car "Dealership" that in secret sold cars that the previous owners weren't done with.
The old hummer model worked like a charm. And it had been easier to break into those stores than he thought. The speakers blasted on a frequency mainly devoted to heavy metal music as he sped down the street, finishing off a can of Monster. He had never had a soda before, nor had he been alowed to listen to music. He only heard small pieces that had done nothing but torture him as he went through his existance in that devilish training facility. That among other things is why he left. They treated him more like a thing than one of their own kind. He contiued down the street, content to just keep going.
Ghost kicked back in the seat, putting his feet on the table. "Well well well.......it certainly was good luck finding Kane again. I just hope that paranoia of his isn't getting in the way of things again." He took another drag and continued, "I would have killed him sooner, but after the failure of the experiments number 96 to 109 he's just been too irreplacable. But if we are able to retrieve 110 and the data he contains in his genetic structure we may be able to perfect our design. Is this acceptable?" Nothing answered for a moment before a view screen came on, showing the outline of a dark figure. "Killing off the need for a written review by speaking to nothing?" "Effective though, isn't it? Besides, I knew you couldn't resist listening in to an issue like this."
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 16, 2008 3:00:04 GMT -5
Kane looked around on the his ATV's dashboard and plugged his communicator into the jack, connecting his headphone attached to his ear to the ATV's on board computer. He looked through the systems available and realized they were far better than what he had ever had at his disposable before. He smiled to himself and parked his ATV into an alley out of sight. He pressed a button that opened a slit in the dashboard, letting him use a keyboard that came out of it. He quickly typed in a few commands, mostly to mask the identity of the on board computer from the target, routing the connection through a few off shore servers he used before linking back to the police database.
The techs at Red Corp could undoubtedly see what he was upto but he knew even if they informed their superiors, they would be probably told to ignore it. He quickly gained access to the database having done so in the past, after considerable effort using an almost age old computer system to what he had now, to find the last known locations of his previous marks. He wouldn't be so lucky this time as his present target was not a know criminal or one to have a record at all in the public systems. He didn't exist to the outside world.
He brought up a map of the city and mapped out the locations of recent robberies for he figured 110 was still human and would require some basic provisions before he went on th do whatever he pleased. He saw a few blips light up, a 7-11, a clothing outlet, a car dealership and a Starbucks. He grinned wondering who someone would try to rob a Starbucks. It certainly didn't look like the work of his mark. He sat thinking for a while and brought up the locations of local pawn shops and gun runners he knew off in the area he had now picked out. It was a weak lead but definitely better than roaming around aimlessly in the suburbs. He backed into the main street and started heading towards the gun-runners shop.
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Post by Innoxium on Apr 16, 2008 6:34:41 GMT -5
It was like taking candy from a baby. Blitz stayed behind a bunch of bushes after he got off the Red Corp facility grounds and waited as a large black vehicle roared out of the garage and out of the facility. Blitz smiled to himself, Poor sap He already knew what the issue was, he had two targets... 110 and Blitz. See, Blitz wasn't stupid.
He was deaf-and-dumb [deaf-mute] but he wasn't actually dumb. Blitz slipped back into the facility. No guards were near for detection and he slipped under the cameras so he didn't have to worry about being detected by them. Popping a latch with one of his knives to get into the comm center, he softly let the door click shut before he slipped up behind a comm personnel, quickly wrote a note in silence and pulled out a berreta and placed it at the back of the personnel's head. The note was placed on the table before him, "Do exactly as I wrote. No more. No less. Or you will never see that screen again."
Blitz thumbed the safety off and waited, another note was already written in advance.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 16, 2008 21:51:44 GMT -5
Kane roared to a stop in front of the shop. His face turned a bit grim as he saw the shopkeeper standing in front of his shop, which seemed like it had been leisurely ransacked. He got out of his car as the man turned. As he approached the thin, short man with glasses, he saw that his face had broken into a nervous sweat. He couldn't understand why that was so till he realized he was wearing a Red Corp uniform armor.
"Relax, I am not with the Red Corp. I am just looking for a guy, seems to me he went through here", he said to the man, nodding at the broken door. "Now, tell me what you saw and whats gone missing. I need a list, you get me?", he paused before adding, "... And I need some C4 charges, the miniaturized ones if you still got them." He didn't really have a need for them, he had just asked to re-assure him that he was in truth not with the Red Corp. No soldier of the Corp was allowed to trade in illegal weapons, everyone knew that. He knew threatening the guy would not work as a gun-runner was usually not the kind of a man who was afraid of a gun, even if was pointed at his head. Hard men they were, hard to break. So cooperation and money was the name of the game here.
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Post by Crow on Apr 17, 2008 22:28:34 GMT -5
"Well, first off, I didn't see sh**! You know who did this? If you're goin' to take him out, let me know if you need any help! As for the list, he got half my shop! Shotguns, magnums, sub-machine guns, actual machine guns, and this prototype rifle I got off Red Corp. a few weeks ago. Some anti-tank kind of weapon called the Demon Rifle. The thing fires freaking .75 cal armor piercing rounds. But you gotta be some sort of superman to handle the kickback on that thing! Or a three man team...... Oh, right....I don't got any C-4 packs. I only deal in guns cuz' the locals don't need that sh**. But you should check that used car lot over there to see what he drove off in. I hear they got robbed too. Just don't want to admit it because their sh** is already stolen goods."
The man just made a sort of startled jerk before freezing like a statue. He placed his hands on the keyboard after a second or two and began typing, quickly finishing the request on the note. He said something, but Blitz obviously couldn't read his lips through the the man's head.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 18, 2008 11:24:10 GMT -5
"Well, thats changes a lot of things. Anyway, thanks." Thats all he had to say then. He turned to go, but turned around to speak to the man again, "If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I will be back here in four days. Tell them I borrowed or bought something off you and will come to pay you back." That should keep his trackers, if there were going to be any, confused for a while.
He got into his transport and went towards the the car dealership. After a bit of persuasion that involved him aiming guns at a few people, he found out what was missing. He smiled and promptly thanked the owner who now lay face down on the counter with blood trickling down his snarling mouth. As he left the place, he began to think whether it was all a random string of incidents or was he in fact let loose by the Red Corp. First, picking up the Demon Rifle, a .75 cal gun! Then stealing a hummer, the only vehicle that might sustain the recoil of that kind of a gun, mounted. He switched on his comm and spoke into it, almost shouting at the operator. "Connect me to Ghost, this is Kane... This is regarding the theft of Red Corp property." The last bit had a double meaning to it.
He sat back into his ATV and raced towards the Starbucks. Who knows, maybe 110 did visit that too for some reason. "Can't be just coffee...", he murmured to himself as he raced down the street, waiting for the connection to be established.
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Post by Crow on Apr 18, 2008 21:13:17 GMT -5
Ghost had just finished his conversation when the intercomn kicked into life. "There is a mister Kane on line three for you sir" The female voice rang out. Ghost sighed, "Why can't they ever just shoot the target dead?" He opened the channel, "What's wrong? Did you hit a snag? Or did you just want to say hello?"
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 19, 2008 3:26:27 GMT -5
"Hello Ghost, I called to say that there is a whole in the Corp's belly and a prototype weapon called the Demon Rifle is on the street and yes, its now in possession of our friend. Thought you would like to know and maybe plug it before more things pour out. I would appreciate if you could pass along the specs."
As he waited for a response, he realized he might be able to track 110 much more easily now. That hummer was bound to stick out on the streets.
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Post by Crow on Apr 19, 2008 3:58:39 GMT -5
Ghost thought for a minuite....."Ah, the demon rifle.......Wasn't supposed to be on the market for another year. Someone's been dealing illegal copies. I'll get someone on it right away. As for the specs....." A file began downloading a moment later.....
DX5 "Demon rifle" Meant to be converted into a turret for mobile vehicles as an anti-tank weapon. Fires .75 calibur armor piercing rounds. This weapon is also suficient to tear through the walls in most standared establishments. This weapon is dangerous to the wielder as well as the target in situations where the gun is unmounted, as the kickback posesses enough force to crush an average human's ribcage. (Side note: Look into implementation with the 101 series bioweaponSCRAPPED) The rate of fire is lacking and technitions are working on a more effective ammo feeder than the bulky four shot clips. All in all it is still a very dangerous weapon, making up for finesse with raw power.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 19, 2008 8:08:01 GMT -5
"Hmm, I just hope your techies haven't increased the clip size. Well, he has something to mount it on in case you wondering. Later.", with that he switched off the connection. He stretched his body in the vehicle.
Since the hummer was probably stolen, trying to locate the car using the GPS chip was useless. The dealership people would have deactivated it already. He brought up his console again and put in for a constant search for anything relating to a hummer, rash driving, noise, anything. Hopefully something will turn up. He was almost at the Starbucks now.
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Post by Crow on Apr 20, 2008 21:01:23 GMT -5
110 turned the corner as some old song came on the radio....."Mama.....we all go to hell....." He took another drink from the can before crushing it and tossing it out the window. He noticed that his fuel tank was almost empty. He cursed under his breath and pulled into a nearby alleyway. He reached behind his seat and grabbed an unnusually designed magnum, shoving it in his pocket. He opened the door and stepped out, wearing an unusual black trenchcoat that was split into two halves from the waist down. Underneath he wore a black shirt with an image of the grim reaper on the front. His black cargo pants rustled and his boots clacked as he walked out of the alley, scouting for a place to stay the night.
Kane made it to the starbucks and found that the style of robbery was quite different. The criminal in this case simply cut the wires to the alarm system, rather than pulping it like 110 did. As for the style of entry, the door was picked open. 110 wasn't quite so subtle, and had practically kicked the things down. About five minuites after leaving starbucks he had intercepted a police report about a suspicius hummer parked in an alley way.
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Post by Innoxium on Apr 20, 2008 23:36:19 GMT -5
Grinning to himself he pulled the trigger, with the barrel close to the man's head the bullet couldn't miss and cause the child to be splattered by gray matter, blood, and tissues. Quickly pulling out the other gun and firing as he went around the room.
Now using both his guns as he pulled the trigger the bodies would fall with ease. Once they were taken care of he went through to each computer and quickly did what he needed to do to disable any and all cameras, sensory systems, and communication links so he could sneak into the complex undetected.
With that finished shortly have starting the small child slipped back into the main complex, slide around corners and disappeared into a locker room where he quickly stripped his clothes off, took a fast shower, dried off, redressed himself, and reloaded his berretas BLITZ was on his way to the armoury, not to get anything. Oh no... He was going to blow the whole blasted complex sky high.
My life is NOT payment for a job. I would rather take the cash.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 22, 2008 9:45:05 GMT -5
Kane sat thinking is the ATV as he ate the muffin he had picked up on his way out of the shop without the already harassed owner noticing. He didn't think a single muffin would hurt his business anymore than the robbery had, and he was hungry. He wondered if he should check out this building. Maybe this group was hired after him and had found 110.
A question came to his mind that he couldn't answer about this odd business. Why such a big reward for one experiment? Why couldn't Ghost just send the whole corp after him? And hadn't he mentioned 110 not being on top of his priority? There was only one another person who could answer these questions and Kane had no idea if he would be in a mood to chat once he caught up with him.
He looked at the screen as a report flashed on it about a suspicious looking hummer being parked in an alley. The building tenant feared it could be some kind of bomb. Kane smiled and threw the muffin over the side of the ATV and sped towards the location. It was getting dark and he wanted to get to this location before he could dissapear into the night. He parked a few blocks away and jumped out, carrying on foot towards the location reported. He had promptly changed the location of the report in the system using a simple hack. He was making sure no sirens would disturb his work.
As he approached the hummer cautiously, with the automatic in his hands, he realized it was empty. He peeked into the seat to find a few drink cans and a large cache of weapons in the back. There was a covered box with the Red Corp markings on it as well. The Demon Rifle, he guessed. He clicked the device on his ear to establish a connection to inform Ghost of the location but got no response. He tried a few more times before he frowned and murmured to himself, "I thought this kind of coincidental sh** didn't happen in real life..."
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