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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 4, 2008 16:58:28 GMT -5
*imma just going ahead with some time-skipping magic here, since i doubt we want to post on when they all ate, slept, and used the crapper. sry for taking so long on this ~.~*
The storm rolled over as Noria pulled the goggles down over her face, sand blowing in from several directions. She wasn't going to risk leaving now, but perhaps when it began to wain in a day or two it'd be perfect cover. No one around here wandered out into these storms, and some of the natives even revered and worshiped them, saying that although they took life when exposed to its ferocious winds, these sandstorms also brought life. Noria wasn't so convinced about that part.
Two days later, the storm began to weaken, the winds slowing as the sandstorm lost its steam, but it was still a viable threat to anyone not prepared. Noria peered out, annoyed more at the fact that she felt gritty than the fact that she was several days behind. Fully clothed to keep the sand and such out, she kept the AK at level, every sense set on high alert just in case any of those hunting or lurking nearby were already out and about like her.
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 6, 2008 9:25:32 GMT -5
Jonathan had been sleeping through most of the storm, mostly to conserve his energy, therefore, his supplies and water, and also to stock up on sleep in case he had to wait for a shot for a couple of days. It had been very hard earlier on but now he was getting used to deranged sleep patterns. He had absolutely no protection except that he was a light sleeper when it came to sudden and unexpected noises. The howling wind didn't wake him up but if someone had stepped on the creaking wood outside the door, he would be up and aiming his automatic at the door in an instance.
He could hear the storm slowing down. He wondered how it would be shoot in such a wind and whether he could manage it. As a sniper you always battled with the wind, and really mother nature in general. It was challenge that could wait when he was not on a mission against formidable opponents. He thought so about these two people in particular because he knew what The Surgeon was capable of and the second commander, Meridius was one person he had managed to loose track of.
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 21, 2008 1:09:47 GMT -5
Meridius was laying still as a dead body as numerous soldiers walked right by him, not even taking notice to him. Finally, he looked up slowly and began a crawl through the city, a slow calculated movement giving very little chance for being spotted. However, there were too many soldiers around to be 100% in not getting spotted. They had holed up for the storm as well, and were beginning to move around. Before long, he had found his way into a darker section of the town, shaded by rubble. He could see the sand again, and realized that he had a good distance more to travel before he was near his destination. Rolling to his back, he checked his equipment and then rolled back over, spotting a few moving soldiers. One stopped, signaling that he was going to urinate. The man started walking right toward Meridius and the shaded cover. Meridius slowly crawled back into the darkness. The man entered and turned the corner. As he began, Meridius walked up behind him and slit his throat, silently as a ninja. He then moved ahead to behind the group. They would no doubt make a few patrols and look for the man. He laid low for a few minutes before the patrol came around and looked for the man whom had been killed. With one yell, dozens of guards came running and they all paid attention to the dead body. In that split second, Meridius broke into a run toward the sand... unnoticed.
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 23, 2008 19:23:14 GMT -5
Noria kept her wits about her, moving quietly. The distraction of a dead guard gave her some relief as well, she taking advantage of it to race for the next bit of cover. Through her goggles she spied a small, two-story house a good distance away, a perfect place to use as a sniper nest. While the guards- or whomever they were, really, since they had chased her in here- were still distracted and running in directions other than hers, she crept across the open space, while remaining weary of anyone else whom could be aiming for her head at the moment.
Once inside the house, she immediately ducked into the shadows nearby beneath a windowless wall, one of those guards whom had been holed up in this particular building walking by, chomping on a doughnut. Not wanting to take the risk of being heard, nor have her cover blown again, Noria waited for him to turn his back to her, putting the AK she held in her arms down as lightly as possible; when that had happened, she moved fast, lashing out with her hands to grab the man. Pulling the struggling figure away from the windows, Noria managed to get an arm around his neck, and with a quick jerk, dislocated several vertebra, killing him instantly.
Hiding the body behind a couch nearby, she carefully ascended the stairs, only to find nothing more except a gaping hole on the side of the house. Barricading the door shut, she quickly took up position, taking a quick assessment of the surroundings that she was going into...
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 24, 2008 10:23:43 GMT -5
Jonathan's comm device buzzed silently in its holster on his waist. It looked like a cell phone but was transmitting through a satellite. This was the only contact he had with his employer. He flapped the cell open and listened. The mechanical, masked voice on the other side spoke, We know the two are on ground. What is the situation on their support team?
"The ones that came, didn't survive."
The plan needs to be pushed up. Clear the ruins and help them get through within a day of the storm letting up. You should be able to get started within 2 hours.
"What?"
There was silence on the line. They either didn't care whether he would be able to survive the hunt that would come about once he made himself visible like this to the three parties.
"Fine, what then?"
This seemed to be the right question. Make your way parallel with them to the facility. Keep them both alive. Out.
"Easy for you to say... Whose gonna keep me alive?", he said into the phone knowing that it had been disconnected. He waited, getting his gear ready, and sure enough within two hours, the wind had died down to its originally dry and stand-still state. He headed out of the house and looked around. There was no point in masking his movements, not from the two commanders at least. The others were just sheep waiting to die. He headed into the ruins, the map engraved in his mind, knowing exactly the buildings and points he could use to take out the few encampments that the rebels had in the ruins.
He climbed the 4 floor building and stopped on the third floor with a gaping hole giving him a 120 degree view in front. He sat down and took out his automatic. He set in on the semi-automatic mode and looked through the scope. He was close enough to not needing to use the sniper rifle.
He smirked as the cross hair came to a stop on a smoking man's head. He smirked and whispered before firing, "Rest in piece brothers..." He cocked his head to the side and out of the scope before firing to check the location of the other 4 targets around the camp. He already had the order in his mind before he fired his first shot.
Before the first shot stopped echoing out in the ruins, he had fired four more times and left behind 5 dead bodies with their heads or chests with gaping holes. He quickly jumped through to the roofs moving as quickly as possible to the other camp site before he lost them trying to get to the camp he had recently deserted. He went through this twice more before the other camps were empty, the rebels hiding or moving through the streets below, thinned out too much for him to go after them. He figured the Surgeon and Meridius could handle those on his own.
Still he moved to the tallest building in the ruins on the other side and set up his sniper rifle calmly facing back towards where he had come from and where he knew would follow the two commanders.
(( What? I was getting bored! Anyway, I left enough room for you both to have some fun. If you ever require it, you could say Priest shoots one of the rebels you were fighting giving away his position if you haven't already tracked him to it))
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