Title: Operation Cronus
Description: Oklahoma City, OK
Adminbot3000 - August 10, 2007 03:57 PM (GMT)
Here's the mission against the senator that has been the subject of so much discussion. Go ahead and make your posts and have fun.
Cyber78 - August 10, 2007 04:13 PM (GMT)
I sat in the back room of an old bar that originally started as a speakeasy during the prohibition. While it didn't quite have the gangster history of the Chicago speakeasies, it had been opened by Hilton Dickerson, former FVZA Director. As a result it was designed to be nearly impossible for a vampire or zombie to enter. With numerous conventional security measures and countless ultrasonic wave emitters built into various locations it was the perfect place to conduct a meeting without the prying eyes of the Order. And it really didn't hurt that the bartender had a good eye for the undead and wasn't bad with a shotgun to say the least.
It was 6:50 pm, so I didn't expect any other agents to be there for another ten minutes. But I couldn't help but wonder if anyone took my briefing seriously and was going to stand up to Senator Crepehanger. If I didn't have a team to help me out then that would make things pretty complicated, the target had more security than one man could take on very easily. Maybe if I were a former Navy SEAL or something, but I was just a former small town cop who now hunted vampires and zombies for a living.
The room was full of chairs and some tables, it was this room that used to be where illegal alcohol was served. Next to me was a duffel bag full of equipment that I'd "borrowed" from the agency armory and obtained elsewhere. Unfortunatly it was only enough gear for myself, I was hoping that the rest of the agents that were going to show up remembered to bring there own stuff.
Rhodes - August 10, 2007 09:48 PM (GMT)
Rhodes sighed, "You gotta be fucking kiddin me? You still using these lame ass codewords. Any shit off the street could overhear it and ...all right, alright, its Mephistophales."
The vampire quickly answered when the doorman shoved a .50DE in his face.
"Go ahead," replied the large vampiric bouncer, holstering his hand cannon.
Rhodes pushed past him and into the upscale restaurant in the citys river district.
Walking thru several aisles of people eating, he turned a corner and walked over to another gentleman seated at a door marked VIP.
"I'm here to see Mazey. She's expecting me."
The guard looked the fellow up and down, admiring his rough appearance and clothing. He threw his head towards the door.
Rhodes nodded and went thru.
Mazey was an underground dealer of many items. She also was one hot babe but just as deadly as a viper. Tall, slender, black hair swept back in a loose braid, she wore a stunning black cocktail dress with a slit up to her hip.
She looked up from her drawing table when Rhodes entered.
"Rhodes! You look like shit. Must be fresh off an assignment eh?" she said with a big smile.
Nodding with a sly grin he replied, "Yeah well you know how dirty we grunts get out in the trenchs. You still don't look a day over 60."
Arching a well groomed brow, Mazey walked over to a bar and poured a large glass of red wine, her back to Rhodes.
"So, I heard that a certain govt. agency went up in flames up near DC."
"Yeah I might've heard something bout that too. However, I really need to get one of my bags Mazey. And maybe a lil snack, change of clothes, before I'm sent out again."
Turning, she put the glass to her ruby red painted lips. Relishing the taste, she held the glass out to him. Rhodes shook his head.
"Well. Help yourself, its still in the back of the vault."
Rhodes tilted his head and walked to a large brick wall. He pushed a brick and a hidden door swung open. Thru a small, tight corridor, he quickly made his way to the back where a large open cavern lie. Pre-Civil War era bunkers, it had been converted into a large storage area for Mazey's wares.
"Ahh. There you are my darling," said Rhodes with reverence as he threw a canvas cover from a crate.
Opening the lid, he pulled out a large army duffel bag. Inside was a US army issued sniper rifle. High grade optics, jacketed rounds, and silencer all on a perfectly balanced shooting .308 rifle. He hefted it and checked it over good before placing it back in the bag along with several other items.
As he walked out, Mazey held out a neatly folded set of clothing.
"I figured you'd want something covert and dark. By the way, I got a letter for you about a day and a half ago, certified mail," she said as he took the clothing and began to strip.
After changing, much to her amusement, Rhodes opened the letter and frowned.
"Phone?" he asked.
Mazey tossed a cordless at him and he quickly dialed a rather long number.
He listened for several minutes, a smile grew rather large on his face.
Rhodes put the phone down and walked over to Mazey, giving her a nice long kiss.
"What was that for?" she asked perplexed.
"Because I'm going back to DC," he replied with a grin.
"But, but thats insane. The whole city will be looking for you as well as any other vampire!" she exclaimed.
Rhodes picked up his belongings and slung the bag over his shoulder before stopping at the door.
"Yah. That's why I get to go, to make sure the job gets done. Thanks for my stuff and the clothes. I'll swing by later," he said before walking out.
"Don't make it another decade Rhodes!" she yelled after him.
Abnet - August 12, 2007 08:50 PM (GMT)
A hotel in Chicago, 4:00 PM
Leon heard a knock at the door of his small hotel room and opened the door.
"Package for you, sir." said the doorman.
"Who's it from?" said Leon taking the package and tipping the doorman with what little money he had.
"Doesn't say." said the doorman as he left.
"I thought the Agency would pay a little better than what I've been earning... I made more in the fight clubs back in New York." he thought.
Leon opened the package to find a M1911 pistol and a fake DC police badge along with the briefing of his first real mission.
"Shit... I though I heard some talk about the senator being in league with the vampires during training. Sounds like this is gonna be big." he though. "But why would they send a new recruit into something like this?"
"Ah well. At least I finnaly get to see some action."
He holstered his gun and put his badge in the inner pocket of his jacket and headed out.
Jimmyjoesr - August 12, 2007 11:16 PM (GMT)
Derec, after retrieving his selection of gear from the armory, and giving the barman the secret codeword, looked around the secret room this bar had. It was very reminiscent of the secret booze-rooms speakeasy's used to run, but, this was designed more to keep zombies and vamps out, rather than constables.
Derec spotted John Miller sitting at one of the tables, and moved over to where he was, taking a seat right across from him. Derec set his duffel bag of equipment down, opened it, and began examining the contents.
"Morning," Derec said to John, as he put on his helmet, and bulletproof vest.
He took out his 1911, and it's silencer, and screwed it onto the barrel, but first, making sure it wasn't loaded. He put it in it's holster, making sure to strap the gun in, and set it back into the bag.
His primary weapon was an M79 grenade launcher, but, he only had a few CS tear gas rounds, which he kept in an ALICE pack on his belt, and a huge, 25-round bandolier of canister buckshot. He would've taken the Remington 870, but, he had been DYING to use the grenade launcher, and it's wider variety of ammunition, and bigger buckshot payloads than the 12-gauge shells made it more useful, at least in Derec's opinion.
Satisfied, he put his weapons back into the bag, and waited for more agents to show up.
Pvt Serrano - August 12, 2007 11:33 PM (GMT)
The blue Mustang rumbled up to the sidewalk, killed its lights and shut off. A few seconds later, the driver stepped out, adjusting his long tan coat and putting on a dusty old cowboy hat. He activated the car's security system and walked towards the bar, eyeing a group of rather scruffy looking males on the sidewalk who were, in turn, eyeing his car.
"I wouldn't touch it if I were you." Serrano said, continuing to walk to the door. He entered the bar, watching through the window as the punks swarmed his car like ants on a donut. As they pulled the handle, they were met by a stream of flames from under the car doors. With a chorus of yelps, they sprinted away, clothes still smoldering.
"Dumbasses." Serrano mumbled taking a seat at the bar. He'd recently installed a new security system he'd imported from South Africa. Upon activation it shot a stream of flames at the carjacker from a hidden nozzle under the door. It had so far proven to be much more effective than a simple car alarm.
"Olympus cocktail." He told the bartender. Looking around, he saw a few other agents, but decided to wait for them to approach him. He adjusted the silenced .45 hidden under his coat and gave Claire a small tap. She'd probably end up sitting this one out because of her size and noise.
The bartender returned with a slightly orangish looking drink and gave him a quick nod. He took a drink and set it down.
'Salright he thought, taking another drink.
Abnet - August 13, 2007 01:22 AM (GMT)
An old, beat up ford pickup with an even older, but well maintained, Winchester rifle (ooc: security level appropriate?), which Leon always kept in his car with a few boxes of ammo under the seats, hung behing the seats pulled into the driveway of the bar. He put the rifle and some boxes of his custom hollow tipped and armor piercing ammo in his dufflebag and as he stepped out of the truck he looked at a burnt looking group of guys sitting outside and wondered what could have happened to them.
He walked into the bar, making sure his pistol was concealed under his jacket, said the codeword and walked into the secret room. He sat down with the group of agents, took his rifle out of the bag, and loaded it. He knew it wasn't necessary but he figured better to have it ready and not need it than need it and not have it ready.
The only weapons he had were the pistol that was sent to him and the Winchester he brought with him. It wasn't much but that Winchester had gotten him out of some tough situations before he joined the FVZA and it was apparent by the several tally marks on the stock and how well it was maintained that he honored that gun more than a samurai honored his sword. When he seemed satisfied he put the rifle back it the dufflebag.
"So, what's new?" Leon asked.
Pvt Serrano - August 13, 2007 01:48 AM (GMT)
Serrano sat there for a good five minutes before the bartender came back.
"Sorry. I forgot about you. Follow me." he led him into a back room, kind of old style like in one of those old gangster movies, where some agents sat. The bartended ushered him in and shut the door behind him.
"Sup ladies?" He took a seat and slapped his .45, Claire, and a sawn-off 1887 Winchester shotgun he'd brought from home on the table. "Got some MP5s in the trunk if anyone wants one."
He then opened up his coat, revealing a giant tactical vest packed full of more ammunition than any man should ever have on him at once. He reached into a pouch, pulled out some hi-cap .45 magazines, and pushed them towards the center of the table.
"Merry Christmas. Knock yourself out."
Abnet - August 13, 2007 02:16 AM (GMT)
"Now that's what I call a welcome wagon." said Leon as he picked up a few .45 magazines and pocketed them.
"But, I don't suppose you guys know anything more about the situation with the senator than I do?" he asked.
Jimmyjoesr - August 13, 2007 02:20 AM (GMT)
"Holy shit, Serrano." Derec said, stashing some of the hi-caps in a pouch on his vest, "How much firepower do you'd think we need?"
Derec loaded one of the huge magazines into his .45, and strapped it into his thigh holster, giving it a tug to make sure it was secure.
"This'll sure beat those seven-rounders the armory gives us." said Derec, slipping the bandoleer of 40mm buckshot canisters over his chest, and slinging the M79 over his shoulder. Derec then got the suspicious feeling he forgot something, and looked back into his duffel bag.
"Oh, you little rat bastard." Derec said quietly to himself, picking up his Berreta 93R, and several magazines out of the bag.
The little machine pistol wasn't good at much beyond turning money into smoke and noise, but, Derec liked the little peashooter, it was given to him as a retirement gift, and, he thought it would come in handy in a CQ-scenario like a mansion. He fished out a shoulder holster, put it on, and stuck the Berreta into it, as well as two magazines. He put the other two he had in the cargo pockets on his pants, and with a sigh, Derec considered himself ready for the mission.
"But, I don't suppose you guys know anything more about the situation with the senator than I do?" one of the other agents said. Derec thought his name was Leon, but, he wasn't sure.
"Well, we're waiting for the briefing, that's why we're here. Sit down, relax." Derec said to him.
Cyber78 - August 13, 2007 04:26 AM (GMT)
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm Agent Posiden, the one who sent you the briefing. As you've probably read our mission is to kill a certain senator. That's never an easy job. To complicate things I've determined that we're also going to make this a night op in order to increase vampire terminations and decrease human casualties. Plus chance's are as soon as they check the records for planned missions at the agency the director will have an idea of what we're up to, so the senator and his boys will know we're coming. And we're all probably wanted by the federal government right now for theft of federal property in the form of lethal weaponry." I said, giving the assembled agents the bad news.
"However, I see that you've all managed to acquire some tools that should make this a little easier. And I've also managed to obtain a few things that'll help out. On the table to my right is several envelopes, each one contains a new identity. That includes driver's license, credit card, and one way plane tickets to Vancouver in the event we need to abort and flee the country. And on the left, is a little phoenix that rose from the partial destruction of our headquarters." I said gesturing to a set of crates.
Picking up a crowbar set next to them I pry the tops off of all the crates. Inside are an assortment of things. The first crate contains night optics and lasers for every weapon in the FVZA's armory. In the second crate is subsonic .45ACP and 7.62NATO ammunition. The third crate contains AP 7.62NATO ammunition and 40mm tear gas grenades and buckshot ammunition. Within the fourth crate is thermal goggles with built in hands free radios.
"I think this evens the odds a little bit." I say to the group that's assembled.
Rhodes - August 13, 2007 12:23 PM (GMT)
[OOC: geez i got my work cut out for me...as the lone vamp thus far]
Rhodes exited the restaurant and turned right, walking quickly down the street towards the main part of the city. The skyline was lit up as patrons criss crossed the streets, heading to their favorite eatery's and pubs.
"Hey man, you got a smoke?" asked a derelict man, squatting on the sidewalk.
Rhodes ignored him and kept walking towards the pay parking lot. Walking past Poe's Pub, a historical building, he glanced up at the windows to see a dim light shining. Memories of ages past flooded thru his mind.
"Whatcha got in the bag there whitey?" a voice said from behind him.
Rhodes had heard the following footsteps of two heavy males. Stopping, he turned slowly and stared back at the black males.
"Nothing that would interest you boys," he replied tiredly.
"Well, maybe you'd show us, satisfy our curiousity," the left one said, making a sucking sound with his teeth, playing with a toothpick.
"I really don't have time, run along huh?" Rhodes replied as he turned his back to them and started walking.
"Hey fool!" said the right male as Rhodes heard the unmistakable sound of a switchblade knife being opened.
"I said, we wanna see whats in that bag, unless you want me to cut you."
The 6'4 vampire stopped dead in his tracks, turned and took two steps toward them with a sneer and punched the one holding the knife right in the forehead, snapping his head back. The man's lifeless eyes stared skyward as he fell backwards, dead from a snapped neck. His partner just stared with eyes wide.
"Still wanna see what's in the bag? Curiousity killed the cat you know."
The man hesitated for a split second before turning and running away. Rhodes hefted the bag over his shoulder before turning and heading along to his vehicle.
"God damn inner city shit. Historic district aint never gonna be worth a fuck with all the crackheads running round. Hmph," snorted Rhodes as he cut thru the parking lot entrance and stopped beside a large work van with 'Masts Meats' on the side.
Getting in, he took the keys from the visor and fired up the engine. Pulling out onto the street, Rhodes drove casually to the interstate. Turning onto 95 north, he merged into evening traffic and made his way towards the nations capital.
A cell phone rang in his pocket. Answering it without a word he checked his rearview mirrors.
"Affirmative. Enroute to target area. (pause) No. No. (pause) Send the pictures and all relevant data to this cell as a multimedia text. (pause) I'll contact you once inside the mission area to update status. (pause) Only one question, are there any other operatives in the designated mission area? I only ask because I don't need any fuckups in my area while I'm working. (pause) Good. Oklahoma? Copy that. (pause) Estimated time, 90 min to target, 40 min scout, 5 min set up, 5 min to target elimination, and 90 min to evac. (pause) If i survive. (pause) Roger that, Raven out."
Rhodes tucked the phone back in his pocket and switched lanes.
Well, this should be interesting.
ChaoticNeutral - August 13, 2007 06:12 PM (GMT)
Mazey had gone to another underground bar to complete some business and when she returned everything was as it should be. returning to her office however she found the gaurd was gone.
"The basterd! Even if I am not here I want this place watched at all times" She growled and opened the door. She went to turn on the lights but nothing happened. Then she noticed a faint glow of a cigarette.
"Rhodes is that you? I thought you had left." She took a step closer and noticed by the faint light a mask on her desk.
"You only wish i was Rhodes....so he was here eh?" the voice chuckled as he took a drag from the cigarette. "I figured as much knowing you"
"YOU!" she bellowed. "You have some guts coming here after what you did!"
The voice chuckled again.
"After what I did? I may have caused you pain but HE brought it apon himself. i would tell you to blam HIM but i guess you cant since he is dead."
Mazey cursed in every way she could at him.
"Enough with the small talk Mazey. You know why im here." He took another drag of his cigarette.
"and your still not going to get what you seek. the Location will remain hidden from you." She said deffiantly taking a step forward.
"So be it" He finished the cigarette and put it out using the desk grabbing the mask and putting it back on. a few moments later the lights turned on and he was gone as if he was never there, the only sign of him was the chrushed cigarette on the desk.
Rhodes - August 13, 2007 06:43 PM (GMT)
Rhodes parked the van in a self serve parking lot, the one where you push the button, a ticket spits out then the lil arm gate lifts.
The ride to DC was uneventful, traffic wasn't horribly bad either, considering it was evening when most commuters were rolling away from the nations capital and not towards it. Weekends are been another story.
The vampire grabbed his bag from the passenger seat beside him, as well as a strap on hard hat from the back of the van. Putting on a pair of plain ivory overalls earlier at a rest stop, Rhodes strolled from the parking deck to the street across from a very tall set of commercial buildings. He weaved his way along the back alley until he spotted an access door. Popping the lock was simple and clean after years of practice. No alarms meant he wouldnt have to get things messy. After all this was a quiet mission.
He made his way quickly to a service elevator. Not many people were in the building during the evening hours. Finally, the operative came out onto a small mid-level, gravel covered roof. He loved split building designs. So many more opportunities for him to ply his trade and skill. Finding a window washer trolley, he quickly ran the platform to the upper right hand corner of the building and tied off a safety rope. Then, running the trolley along the edge, Rhodes stopped it about 1/3rd of the way from the left side and attached a second safety rope. He descended back 10 stories and began to eyeball a far off office building.
Ok. Time to make the call.
Pulling a cellphone from inside his overalls, he punched a speed dial button while putting on a wireless headset with his free hand. While the number dialed, Rhodes opened his bag and pulled out a high-res pair of binoculars.
"Raven in place. Acquiring target now. Is operation still a go? (pause) Affirmative. Location is prime. Awaiting target identification download," he spoke softly.
Rhodes picked up the cellphone and punched his text hot key, a msg was waiting for him as the glow from the lcd screen softly lit his face. The msg opened and a picture of a rather attractive women in a business suit appeared. He stared at it for almost a full 10 seconds before picking up the optics again and tucking the phone away.
"Data received. Target ident confirmed as female, 30's, human. Confirm? (pause) Roger that. Proceeding to target acquisition, hold until target acquired."
Rhodes scanned to his right, between two smaller buildings, looking at a set of congressional administrative buildings frequently used by senate and house staff members.
Abnet - August 14, 2007 03:25 AM (GMT)
Leon took a few clips, lasers, grenades, and such out of the crates.
"Is this all Posiedon is expecting to do this? Two agents and a rookie? This seems like it has too many ways it could end badly..." he thought. "...Whatever, this will be more fun than hanging around the base or doing odd jobs for pocket change. Besides, I don' know whether I have the choice to back out now or not."
"Anything else we need to know?" asked Leon.
Rhodes - August 14, 2007 04:41 PM (GMT)
The wind was an intermittent breeze. Rhodes scanned methodically up, down, side to side for the target. Nearing the top of the building he was surveying, he caught the glimpse of a womans highheel shoe in his high-res binoculars. He looked up quickly and made note of the floor.
Three floors down from the top, slight downward incline. Perfect. Now show me that pretty face darlin.
He went back to the specs and waited patiently. Rhodes could make out the lit office well from the far away distance from where he watched. Several bookshelves, a large desk, two plush chairs in front of the desk, ugly royal carpeting...and a female.
Her skirt was business length, tweed, in a dark blue. High heel pumps, black. Her blazer was unbuttoned, revealing a full buxom clothed in a plain white button up blouse. Moving the optics up, Rhodes only could see the backside of her head.
"Damn. Turn around," he muttered, willing with his mind.
Several more passes to and from the bookshelves, out of sight, back to the desk to answer the phone. Rhodes' patience was endless, and soon it paid off. She turned and leaned against the desk, still speaking on the phone. He quickly zoomed in on her face.
Fuck! It's not her!
Fuming, Rhodes went back to scanning. Hesitating a moment, he went back to the previous floor and looked back at the window. The woman was off the phone, and another woman was standing there, a few feet from her, holding a stack of documents. He waited.
"BINGO!" he smiled.
"Target acquired. Making ready to fire," he said slightly louder into his mic.
Pulling open his bag, Rhodes readied his rifle. He took distance, temperature and windage then shouldered his gun, resting the end on the end of the trolley.
Looking thru the powerful sniping scope, Rhodes made minor adjustments as he kept the mark in his crosshairs. He had quit breathing moments earlier, allowing his body to relax. He began to breathe slowly. The two women continued their conversation, it even appeared to be becoming rather heated. The mark had dropped the stack of papers on the desk and was pointing to them furiously while the other woman's face reddened.
Rhodes flipped the saftey to the FIRE position and waited for the right time. His cold finger eased onto the trigger and stroked it lightly.
Come on sweetness, just move a hair to the left and make this an easy job.
The women were really going at one another verbally now, hand and arm gestures were wild. Rhodes smiled to himself. The mark suddenly slapped the other female.
"Oooh fiesty this one. Pity tho."
The mark, thru the scope, was grabbed by the hair of the head and hit repeatedly by the other woman. Rhodes patiently waited. Finally after a brief struggle, the mark was brought to a headlock by the other female. The crown of the targets head was facing the window. The sniper couldn't have asked for a better shot than that. He squeezed the trigger on a slow exhale. The gun bucked with a loud POP, the window shattered as the bullet penetrated. The bullet entered the top of the marks head, pierced brain, traveled thru the neck along the spine, richochet'd slightly off a vertebrae before resting somewhere in the lower part of the chest cavity. She instantly went limp, becoming dead weight, and dragged the other woman to the floor with her. Very little blood oozed from the bullet hole in the top of her skull.
Rhodes waited approximately 30 seconds to confirm the kill, mainly by the woman screaming at realizing the person she was struggling with to fall dead at her feet.
"Target eliminated. Confirmed. One witness, female 20's. Evac'ing now will contact from safe zone, Raven Out!"
Quickly, within a minute, the vampire had broke down the rifle, stuffed it in the bag and had untied the one safety line that ran up the right side of the building, leaving him with the left line attached to his harness. Rhodes secured the bag on his back, then with the grace of a high wire acrobat, leaped from the trolley, fly downwards until the rope grew taught and began to swing him along the building.
He began to let line out quickly, descending rapidly to the ground below. His momentum carried him to an adjacent building, where he kicked off lightly and finally descended to the ground. Rhodes unhooked his harness and walked off as if nothing had happened.
Cyber78 - August 14, 2007 07:27 PM (GMT)
"Nothing that's not in the briefing. Except that we leave tonight." I said to the new agent.
I did a quick check over my gear to make sure I had everything. M-14 rifle? Check. Silencer, nightvision scope, and bipod? Check. Subsonic and armor piercing ammunitions? Check. M1911 handgun? Check. Silencer and laser? Check. Subsonic ammunition? Check.
All my weapons were good to go from the looks of it. Looking through my other bag I confirmed that I'd brought a few items just incase. Thermal goggles with the built in radio were going to be extremely helpful in a night operation that required a ton of coordination. Also included was duct tape, wirecutters, a few tear gas grenades, a can of mace, a knife, two sealed packs of beef jerky, and a flashlight. My outfit for the job is pretty simple. Dark gray coveralls with plenty of pockets, boots, gloves that cut off on the fingers, elbow pads, knee pads, and a pistol belt with an attached holster.
"Grab your gear and let's roll agents, we've got a job to do and a country to save."
OOC: Just a couple more posts at the most and we'll get to the actual raid on the mansion. Any agents that didn't post so far are still welcome to jump in on the raid, we'll just pretend you were at the meeting.
Pvt Serrano - August 15, 2007 12:50 AM (GMT)
Serrano helped himself to some magazines, taking a few 7.62 mags in case he needed to use his Mark 14 EBR M14, even though he planned to stick with one of the M1928s he brought.
"So how are we getting there? I can take three provided nobody eats in the car or touches the radio."
He slapped a laser sight on his .45 and grabbed a few night sights for the M1928s.
Cyber78 - August 15, 2007 02:15 AM (GMT)
OOC: I tweaked your post a bit Serrano so that the MP5's were replaced with the M1928 Thompson machine gun. Just trying to keep the weaponry inline with what can be taken out of the armory.
"Normally we'd fly there, but carrying weapons on board would cause someone to look into our fake ID's. And unfortunately I couldn't get us any identities that are above oversight on carrying lethal weapons on a any sort of aircraft. So we'll have to get to the operating zone by roadtrip. I can take an additional three myself, but the more people that drive the better." I answered.
Abnet - August 15, 2007 03:03 AM (GMT)
Leon attached the laser to his pistol and put on a pair of black, fingerless, UFC style gloves (they don't cussion the blow, they just prevent the wearer's knuckles from getting broken if you don't know).
"My truck had a pretty souped up engine and it can probably fit at least six people along with weapons and ammo in the bed in case we need to make a quick military exit."(OOC: You know, how everybody gets in the back and the guy drives off while everybody is still shooting in the back.) he said.
Pvt Serrano - August 15, 2007 03:29 AM (GMT)
OOC: Of course Cyber. Sorry, got my armories confused for a sec there. Thompsons are cooler anyways.
"Well you got yourself a driver here. Any takers?" He smiled, jerry-rigging an extra night sight to his Winchester. "Sorry, Grandpa never thought to add a sight rail to his old Equalizer here. Gonna have to whip out the duct tape here." He pulled out his handy roll of duct tape and secured the sight to his shotgun, gave it a pat, and spin-cocked a round into the chamber.
"Come with me if you want to live. Or if you want to haul ass. Either one works." He grinned, dangling his keys in the air.
Abnet - August 15, 2007 03:53 AM (GMT)
"Tempting... but if anything happens, it's a long walk back from DC. I'll stick with my ride." said Leon as he placed the various clips in the pockets of his tactical belt and hip holster and put the goggles into one of his jacket pockets.
Cyber78 - August 15, 2007 05:39 AM (GMT)
"Sure, may as well hitch a ride in something fast." I say to Serrano as I lift my duffel bags and envelope. All across the room it looked as if everyone was ready to go, and I was pretty set for the mission.
Jimmyjoesr - August 15, 2007 10:35 AM (GMT)
Derec didn't bother with the laser sights like the other agents did, he was a purist. He liked to keep things as simple as possible, and besides, knowing himself, he'd probably forget to turn it on every time he needed to fire. He did, however, take another bandolier of shotgun rounds, and an another ALICE pack of tear gas grenades.
When the time came to choose which vehicle Derec had several options, Leon's truck, no doubt a sensible ride for the mission, held six, and had plenty of legroom.
Or, he could choose Serrano's screaming metal deathtrap that held only 3 people, had barely any room, and moved faster than a DC prostitute at the witching hour.
"Hey Serrano, I'll go in your car." Derec said, slinging the grenade launcher over his shoulder, "Always liked a good thrill ride."
Rhodes - August 15, 2007 11:07 AM (GMT)
Rhodes made his way quickly back to the van. He changed his clothing into street attire, including a nice jean jacket that hid his silenced .22 and .45 well. Sitting in the back, he broke the sniper rifle down further so it would fit in a much smaller duffle bag. Picking out extra clips, a single flash bang, one frag grenade, and the set of binoculars, Rhodes stuffed it all gently into the one bag when his cell began to vibrate.
"Yes. (pause) Affirmative. I was about to leave just...(pause) No. (pause) Yes. (pause) That will be rather risky. I'd rather leave on a private flight. (pause) That's a rather long drive from DC, isn't there another person closer you could...(pause). I understand. I'll figure it out."
Rhodes disconnected the call, clearly irritated.
Fuck. Why me. I know for a fact Shorty is a helluva lot closer than me to that god damn BFE location. Friggin flakes.
He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples, thinking.
"Hmm. I wonder," he mumbled, punching several keys on his phone.
"Lemme see if our good black market arms dealer can lend me a hand," said Rhodes out loud as he waited for Chaos to answer his phone.
ChaoticNeutral - August 15, 2007 04:10 PM (GMT)
Chaos sat ontop of an old bar near the center of DC pacing back and forth hidden in the shadows.
"That damn woman still refuses me. Damnit!!!" He kicked the air and started thinking of ways to get his hands on the other.
"hmmm. after that load those agents do owe me quite a bit...." He grinned under his mask. "why should i do the dirty work when i can get them to do it."
He started laughing when he heard his phone vibrate. He looked at it and answered.
"This is Chaos. (pause) Rhodes? what do you want?"
Rhodes - August 16, 2007 12:14 AM (GMT)
Rhodes arched his brow.
"Well good to hear your voice too. Look, can you get me an airlift?"
He shifted his weight slightly, making sure the van didnt move.
Cyber78 - August 16, 2007 12:28 AM (GMT)
OOC: If you gents don't mind, I'm going to advance the story a bit.
Hours later we were all crammed into one motel room for the final briefing. The air conditioning probably hadn't worked since the Cold War, the room smelled of smoke, and there were stains all over the place. An improvement over where the government usually had us stay.
"Ok, let's review one last time. Remember our objectives. Kill the senator, make sure no civilians get hurt, don't give them a chance to call for law enforcement, make sure the family is alright, and look for evidence of conspiracy against the American people.
We can accomplish the first task by entering through the garage and using the rooftop staircase that connects to the mansion's second floor. I figure since in an older home like this all the bedrooms and probably the office will be on the second floor, thus we should most likely find the senator there. Not harming civilians shouldn't be too difficult since we're doing a night op, but if you see any innocent humans don't blast them. In order to avoid alerting law enforcement we're going to want to find the utility box and cut it off in order to get the phone lines off. Be sure to look for the family, and we might have interogate someone on the premises to find them. Finally, look around for a safe. Any evidence that could help us is probably secured in one of those.
Remember, keep out of sight, keep quiet, and stay smart." I said to the group assembled.
Abnet - August 16, 2007 01:29 AM (GMT)
Leon took a seat on one of the flimsy wooden chairs at the dining room table.
"I'm thinking the best idea would be to go for the utility box first. I some jobs as an electritian a few years ago so it shouldn't take long if you guys don't mind covering me while I cut the wires, thing is, I don't have any wire cutters... unless any of you guys have one there has to be a pair in the garage..." he said "...but after that, I'm not too sure. I guess we will have to see how things work and go from there."
Cyber78 - August 16, 2007 01:32 AM (GMT)
"Yeah I got a pair of wirecutters on me, never know when I'll need them." I say as I pull out my wirecutters out of my pocket and slide them across the table to Leon.
Abnet - August 16, 2007 01:39 AM (GMT)
"Thanks." said Leon, and put the wirecutters in his jeans pocket.
(OOC: Yeah, that's all I got. Kind of a wasted post but, uhh... gotta do what you gotta do.)
ChaoticNeutral - August 16, 2007 01:57 AM (GMT)
"yeah i can get ya one. Do you need it to be fast, or does a copter work? and what is your location so i can send it?"
Rhodes - August 16, 2007 10:23 AM (GMT)
"Copter's just fine, as long as its fast. I'm in DC right now. But have it sent about 25 miles south, just off of I 95. There's a little rest stop with a huge field off behind it. Have it pick me up there. Oh, by the way, it needs to take me to Oklahoma. So make sure it has range on it."
Rhodes quickly pumped his free arm in the air in a symbolic "yes" gesture.
He jumped into the driver seat of the van and raced towards his pick up point.
ChaoticNeutral - August 16, 2007 05:37 PM (GMT)
Chaos hung up and dialed another number.
"Kedzie its Chaos i have a pick up for you (pause) no i wont be joining you for this one. i need you to pick up a man named Rhodes from a gas station off I95 (pause) yeah be catious of him...oh and take the Lynx" Chaos hung up the phone and stared out onto the pub parking lot.
"now what?" he put his foot on the ledge of the roof and leaned on his knee. "now what.........."
Rhodes - August 16, 2007 05:49 PM (GMT)
Rhodes got off the interstate and pulled into the gas stations side lot. Slipping into the back of the utility van, he double checked his gear and made sure he had everything packed properly.
Getting out of the van, he walked around to the back of the service station and leaned against the concrete and cinderblock wall, waiting for the chopper to arrive.
That bucket of bolts better be fast. Oklahoma is a long way off and i dont have much time to get there.
Several big trucks and cars passed by as time ticked away.
ChaoticNeutral - August 17, 2007 12:58 PM (GMT)
The helicopter came into veiw going an average speed and landed next to the gas station throwing a few loose things across the area. As the blades slowed down the pilot got out and walked over to Rhodes, it was the vampire he met before when he was delivered the sword.
"Rhodes, My name is Kedzie....i'll be your pilot today" He jumped back into the copter and waited in the pitol seat for Rhodes.
Rhodes - August 17, 2007 03:07 PM (GMT)
Rhodes recognized the lil imp from an earlier encounter.
Hmm. Sword delivery errand boy. Whatever, the lil turd better be able to fly that thing.
With a wry smile, Rhodes heaved his bag up effortlessly and jumped into the passenger seat of the copter.
"Oklahoma and step on it!", he said putting on a pair of headphones w/ a mic attached.
Pvt Serrano - August 17, 2007 08:05 PM (GMT)
"Dibs on the family." Serrano said "I have my ways of getting information out. You know, good cop, bad cop, pulling nose hairs, that kind of stuff."
He nearly sat down in one of the chairs but decided against it when it made an abnormal cracking noise.
"And if we need a quick getaway, you know who to ride with." A grin crossed his face. "I'm sure my passengers on the way here can attest to that."
Cyber78 - August 17, 2007 08:16 PM (GMT)
"No kidding, the only speed limit you didn't break was the speed of light. And the only thing stopping you from breaking that was traffic." I said to Serrano, vowing to check if NASCAR fit into his resume in any way.
"Unless there's any questions, let's move out everyone." I announced to the assembled group as I stood up and moved towards the door.
ChaoticNeutral - August 18, 2007 12:58 AM (GMT)
"Yes sir!" Kedzie smirked as the helicopter slowly rose above the building until it was a good hundred feet from the ground, then it slowly lurched forward until kedzie pressed a few buttons. The copter shot through the sky like a bat out of hell reaching 0 to 200 mph in barely anything. When they hit their max speed of 250 mph Kedzie started laughly wildly.
"Rarely is it that i get to use this baby!! no need really but now i can really have fun." His laughing ceased as he did a barrel roll a few times before settling it again.
"Man I love this thing" the entire time he seemed to be talking more to himself.