Title: Operation: Surf's Down
Description: Part II to Mission Nifty Viper
Rhodes - September 4, 2008 04:27 PM (GMT)
[[OOC: Heres the write up fellers. I’ma gonna take ya’ll, generically, to the next part of the mission, chasing down this new hybrid zed-bug.]]
Inside the Directors Office of the FVZA, a phone rang followed by the desk intercom chirp, “Sir, it’s the field agent reporting in on Wilhelm, says its urgent,” said the voice of the secretary.
The DOO (Director of Operations) picked up the phone, “Yes?”
“Sir, the town was leveled. No word yet on our agents,” replied the field agent.
“Oh our boys are resourceful and hard as nails. They made it, send in an extraction team to find them. What about a sample?” asked the DOO.
“Got it sir. Turned in by our agents to the Nat. Guard there. We confiscated it from them undercover and its enroute to our lab guys for analysis priority one,” answered back the man.
”Excellent. I want that lab report on my desk by the end of the day. After you pick up our boys, I want you to send them to the east coast based on new intel I’ve received.”
”East coast sir? DC again?”
”Edmenton, North Carolina. Just north of the municipal airport, on the water. Intelligence has picked up several communications from Wilhelm to Canada to Mexico to somewhere in the Dakotas back to North Carolina. The messages were coded and buried within several server paths on the internet thru various boards, IM’s and such. I want our team to get there and check out the locals for any signs of either infection or a base of operations for the group responsible for the new bug,” ordered the Director.
”Yes sir. North Carolina, airport, bug, got it. I’ll get the extract team in place and they take them directly to the airport in Edmenton. Oh, one more thing sir, what’s the status of this mission?” asked the field agent as he quickly shorthanded the mission briefing.
A long pause from the DOO before he answered, turning in his creaky office chair, “Black bag Johnson. I want this under the radar of all the other agencies. Give them weapons clearance level 4,” ordered the high ranking FVZA official.
“Four sir? Did you say four?” stammered the man on the other end of the phone.
”You heard me Johnson. Authorization level 4, security code Alpha Mike Echo 4, 0, 0. Give em the package deal agent. I have a feeling they’ll need it,” repeated the Director before hanging up the receiver.
Folding his hands and tapping his knuckles against his chin in thought, the DOO pressed the intercom button and spoke.
”Sarah, clear my schedule for today. Looks like a nice day outside.”
“Absolutely. Back nine if you wouldn’t mind,” he replied before releasing the button.
[[ OOC: the next post will be a chopper extract]]
Rhodes - September 4, 2008 04:53 PM (GMT)
Rhodes leaned back against the quad as the sun began to set a few miles from the smoking crater that once was the city of Wilhelm.
A faint clicking was heard coming from his radio set. Putting it on he responded.
"Agent MS1 here, ready to be picked up."
"Roger that MS1, ETA 4 min. Have your shit ready we're low on fuel as it is getting out to this cornfield dump," radioed the pilot.
Chuckling, the vamp hopped off the quad and secured his gear.
The chopper hovered just a few feet off the ground as Rhodes jumped in and secured the door, putting on a headset after buckling into his seat.
"Home Jeeves," he joked.
"So sorry sir, but we'll not be going home. The order has another assignment for you, jolly good," replied the pilot with a long fanged smirk, faking a horrible english accent.
Rhodes rolled his eyes, "Fuckin hell. What hell hole they sending my dead ass into now?" he said throwing his dusty gloves down.
"Somewhere east coast. I'm suppose to drop you off somewhere in Lancaster, then you get your briefing. Sa'll i know man," the pilot said as he banked the chopper sharply.
Hours later, after Rhodes had cleaned himself up, sat down at a desk inside a nice motel room. Opening a brief case with a laptop in it left for him by his employers, the vamp stuck his thumb down on the needle that popped out the side. The needle was used to take a DNA sample, combined with a code and voice identification.
The vamp inputted the code and said the word, bringing the laptop to life. Scrolling thru the secure site, he found his briefing.
OoBC Directive Briefing,
Terrorist reports from Edmenton North Carolina indicate a base of operations for the group responsible for the new biological infectious gangrenous reanimation virus or BIG-RV.
The Order requests your services for the information confirming these reports.
Standard reimbursement fee applies.
Secondary objective would be obtaining viable sample of BIG-RV.
Standard PRIME reimbursement fee would apply.
Optional data intel:
FVZA agency also will be dispatched as the reports stem from same agency/findings.
Cooperation with FVZA still priority...so long as the truce is kept by both parties.
Contact should be made, but strictly optional upon agents discretion.
Further contact can be made thru normal channels.
Rhodes eyed the directive with close scrutiny.
"Ugg. Still hand holding the meatsacks. *sigh*"
The vamp scrolled the mouse to the "ACCEPT" button and clicked. Jumping up quickly he picked up his cell phone.
"Hey Russ, its Rhodes. Good, good, yeah I'm fine," he said.
"Yup you guessed it. Can you get me a location on a SVU with standard sniper optics for North Carolina? Usual fee plus tip. Right. Mmm hmm. Great. Thanks Russ," he concluded the converstaion by snapping the cell shut.
Kicking back for a moment, Rhodes stared at the ceiling and rested.
A moment later a knock at the door was heard. Smiling he got up and opened the door to see a rather homely looking obese female motel worker standing in the doorway.
"You called earlier about a problem with your TV sir?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Yes, yes i did. Please come in, i was just about to grab a bite to eat," he said devilishly, closing the door behind them.
O_O - September 4, 2008 11:55 PM (GMT)
Ray looked down. It was a long way away. Him, Eric, Agent Marlowe, and
Leon were in the helicopter, halfway to there destination. "I'm so tired, didn't even get something to eat. And I hate flying, I prefer the ground. " Ray reached into his pocket, and dug out 2 packages of Captain's Wafers, and handed Eric a package "Wanna partner up again? We make a great team!" Ray opened his package and ate the 2 crackers in record time. "Come on, It'll be fun!!"
AgentBenson - September 5, 2008 02:04 AM (GMT)
"Sure Ray it looks like were gonna be heading to a new site to take care of this little deadhead break out once and for all" he then looked down. "Like I said if your ever in Florida or if we got another national case I would love to work with you." Eric then looked out the window and sighed resting his head on the back of the seat and fell asleep.
Rhodes - September 5, 2008 11:30 AM (GMT)
[[OOC: great job guys.. already in the choppa'! hehe I'ma gonna get you to where you need to be... in the thick of it.]]
The chopper pilot continued to fly for the bustling town of Edmenton NC.
The FVZA agents seated in the back caught some much needed rest.
A warning light blipped on the radar of the helio. The copilot checked the scope.
"Damn piece of government shit. That thing has been blippin like that since our last refuel stop," grumbled the copilot as he slapped the radar scope.
"What's the deal?" asked the pilot, glancing out his window at the ground about 2000 ft below.
"Aww its the target lock sensor. Its went off a few times, but only shows up for one sweep, then its gone. Been doing that ever since we crossed the mountains. Hey, aint none of you guys back there tryin to use a cell phone are ya? Heheheh," chuckled the copilot, yelling behind him to the sleeping agents.
A few minutes later the blip and warning light popped on again, just as the chopper crossed into the NC border.
"See theres the lil bug again," fumed the copilot, banging on the console.
"Easy there bud," replied the pilot calmly.
Suddenly the blinking radar was joined by a loud buzzing red alarm, waking several of the agents in the back.
"What the hell?" said the copilot as the radar blip continued to blink.
Seconds later a loud thud hit the right side of the chopper near the tail section.
"We been hit!" said an agent from in back as he leaned to look out the window.
"With what? We're not blown up and we're still flying?!" said the pilot as he quickly scanned all of his instrumentation.
Moments later a loud crackling of energy surged thru the aircraft, causing all manner of alarms and lights to go off.
"AW FUCK! We just got hit with an anti-aircraft device!! Hold on guys, I'ma gonna try to get us down in one, maybe two pieces!!" yelled the pilot as his instrumentation began to flicker off and on.
The copilot snatched up on the radio switch, "Mayday mayday, this is helio FVZ 2, we are going down, repeat going down, anti-aircraft ....shit the radio's fried now."
Bracing himself, the copilot glanced behind him to the agents in the back.
"There!!! A soybean field!!" yelled the co-pilot pointing to the pilots left.
The chopper began to list and rotate wildly as the electrode pinned to its side continued to crank out intervals of voltage, making piloting the craft nearly impossible.
The ground began to approach quickly.
[[OOC: Survive the crash guys. Your about oh, 250 miles or so from your destination south of the airport, across the bay.]]
Rhodes - September 5, 2008 03:51 PM (GMT)
Rhodes, leaving the motel some time earlier, climbed into a dakota pickup truck. Driving a short distance away to a small furniture and bedding warehouse store, he exits the vehicle and strolls inside where a sales clerk approaches him smiling.
"Yes sir can i interest you in something today?"
"Yeah, where Martin?" replied Rhodes somewhat harshly.
"Martin? Oh he's in the back of the showroom with a customer, but i could..sir? Sir?" the shorter man said as the vamp strolled by him.
The man stopped following Rhodes after he reached the back of the store where Martin, another sales person sat at a desk with a pc and a mountain of papers on the desk.
"Hey Marty. I'm here for my pickup," said Rhodes flatly, starin into the mans dark brown eyes and caterpillar unibrow.
"Be right with you sir," he said looking up then back down again quickly.
"Now, Marty. The boss hates to be kept waiting on his special orders," replied Rhodes with more emphasis.
The customer seated was a paunchy woman, mid-40s, wearing way too much lipstick and a shirt that showed her sagging clevage.
Looking up and coping an instant attitude, she fired at Rhodes, "Hey, he's helping me! I was here first. You'll wait your turn or have another clerk help you. Sheesh!"
Rhodes glanced slowly down at the woman as she scowled and folded her hands across the purse on her bulging lap.
"Ma'am, I'm pretty sure that the order i'm picking up dwarfs even that large tank ass of yours by a cool $50,000. More than any piece of junk bed your hoping to get laid in with them sagging tits. So shut up before I snatch the dentures outta your pie hole," replied the vamp with the darkest of tones.
The lady gasped and sat with mouth agape as Martin covered his forehead in his hands and rose quickly.
"Ma'am, this gentleman placed his order months ago and as the manager, this will only take a few minutes and i'll be sure to give you another 15% discount off. I'll be right back, thank you," said Marty quickly as he ushered past the woman and led Rhodes down a hallway to the back of the warehouse.
"Geezus you know how to fuck a day up dontcha!" said Martin as he pressed a series of buttons on a doorpad and entered.
Inside the man in charge of the furniture/mattress barn... pulled out a cardboard box and in side the cardboard box was a metal briefcase, locked. He spun the combo's and opened the case and held it out for Rhodes to inspect.
"S'what you ordered. Premium grade .416 Barrett sniper rifle. Complete with extended suppressor, three 15 round clips, ammo is teflon coated rounds, optics are good at 1500 yds, nightvision and thermal modes," rattled off Martin.
"And it all fits in that lil case there all pretty," muttered Rhodes with a faint smile.
"Breaks down into three pieces for ease of movement. You DO have the payment with you? Right?" asked Martin bluntly as he closed the case and relocked it.
Rhodes cocked an eyebrow as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a visa.
"Plastic Ok?" he said with a chuckle and tossed it to the man.
"R U joking?" asked Martin, not amused.
"Prepaid Visa. Untraceable. Just load up the amount and hand it over. Saves carrying cash. Got your name on it. Swipe it in your machine and run a balance," said Rhodes.
Martin turned and did just that... seeing a withstanding balance of $157,000.
"What's the extra 7 grand for? My tip?" he asked.
"Sure. For delivery as asked...no questions. See ya round Marty," the vampire said picking up the case and walking out.
AgentBenson - September 5, 2008 06:19 PM (GMT)
Eric slid out of the wrecked chopper on hsi stomach and groaned shaking his head as he did so, as he got to his feet he checked to see if his glasses were broken and after cleaning the glass off he quickly adjusted them so they fit back on his face. Eric then watched Ray come out and he muttered, "would someone please tell me what it is with me and getting into action movie style near death exprinnces...thats the second time today I've relived middle school daamnit."
Rhodes - September 5, 2008 06:38 PM (GMT)
[[ OOC: you guys crack me up]]
The OoBC agent strolled thru a parking lot carrying his case, whistling a no name tune from the early 1890s.
Rhodes plopped down in the truck and took off down the 4 lane towards Edmenton.
Arriving couple hours on the outskirts, he decided to drive thru the town, just for a quick look to see if anything struck him as unusal. The first pass allowed him the rough layout of the area... major intersections, business, exit routes, tactical positions, all of it he could memorize. The second pass, proved the most interesting to him.
No agents. None. Not even a donut eating fed dressed up as a town barney fife met his senses.
"Where the fuck is all the FVZA'rs? Hrmph. Prolly wacking it to some motel porn," he muttered as he pulled into a coffee shop.
Pulling out his cell pda, Rhodes quickly tapped into the local Wi-fi net and uploaded a text to a secure server.
In target area. Layout secure. No agent presence. Request updated intel.
He waited patiently for a reply.
O_O - September 7, 2008 04:14 AM (GMT)
Ray looked around. "Great. We're probally about 300 miles away if I'm correct. Hold up, we're" Ray checked his PDA "257.6 Miles from Edmontons's closest border. " He pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, and held the smoke for a long time before exhaling. "Cigarette?" Ray offered to Eric, scanning the area slowly. "This is all fields, nothing for miles. " Ray said, watching everybody else crawl out of what used to be a helicopter. "We should move soon. We've got alot of walking ahead of us. "
AgentBenson - September 7, 2008 04:54 AM (GMT)
Eric sighed "No thanks dont smoke" he said as he started walking.
Abnet - September 7, 2008 07:35 PM (GMT)
Leon and Agent Marlowe crawled out of the helicopter wreckage. Leon found his rifle on the ground pretty much undamaged and Marlowe, who had to get rid of his flamethrower to avoid anybody getting killed by the exploding gas tank, picked up an mp5.
"Go salvage whatever your can from the wreck. Ammo, water, food, anthing. I'm gonna try to find us a way out of here." Leon said to Marlowe.
"Alice. It's Leon."
"What happened out there? You guys are way off course."
"Yeah, we know. Is there anything around here that can get us where we need to go faster than walking?"
"Let me see... There's a road about 40 miles northwest of your position. You could comandeer a civilian car if you have to. If you wanted to be a little less conspicuous, though, there's a mall about 20 miles to the northeast. You could steal a car out of the parking garage if you're quick enough."
"Alirght. Thanks for the info."
Leon turned his radio off and faced the agents.
"Looks like we have a choice. Theres a road to the northwest that we could comandeer a car from. It isn't a really busy road so comandeering a car without much fuss would be pretty easy. Only catch is that it's about 40 miles away. Option number two is going to a mall to the northeast. It's only 20 miles away but we would have a better chance of being spotted stealing a car. I don't really care which one we go with so it's your call."
AgentBenson - September 8, 2008 12:21 AM (GMT)
Eric scracthed his head "Wait leon aren't we fedral agents we wouldn't need to steal a car in the parking lot all we would have to do is show our FVZA badages and tell them that we need to borrow thier car for a matter of national secuirty....also were in the middle of soybean feild why dont we try to find a farmhouse or something with people and ask them for help" he said.
Abnet - September 8, 2008 01:57 AM (GMT)
|QUOTE (AgentBenson @ Sep 8 2008, 12:21 AM)|
| Eric scracthed his head "Wait leon aren't we fedral agents we wouldn't need to steal a car in the parking lot all we would have to do is show our FVZA badages and tell them that we need to borrow thier car for a matter of national secuirty.... |
OOC: Yeah that's what I meant by comandeer. Pretty sure that's what it means. :huh: I'll just chalk up the stealing comment as lack of a better word. I'll edit it when I think of a better word.
AgentBenson - September 8, 2008 03:07 PM (GMT)
ooc: yeah you got it right i just got confused by the steal part my aplogies
O_O - September 8, 2008 11:51 PM (GMT)
"We should go to the mall. " Ray announced, "It's closer, and I've jac-commandeered a car a few times" Ray stomped out his cigarette and checked his compass. "Let's move, I'm shit tired. " Ray walked northeast.
AgentBenson - September 9, 2008 02:40 AM (GMT)
"I'm with Ray" announced Eric, "Let's get going to the mall"
Rhodes - September 9, 2008 11:31 AM (GMT)
The PDA buzzed and blinked an incoming message.
Agent transport hit by enemy fire. Presumed dead. Sat feeds indicated some survivors. Outside target area 200+ miles. Intel advises recon only.
Rhodes read thru the text before typing back an acknowledgement.
Harumphing rather loud, the vampire tugged at his scraggly goatee before hopping outta the truck, tucking his case behind the seat. Strolling thru a nearby park, he sat down on a bench and began the tedious process of watching.
Several hours passed as Rhodes moved systematically around the small city, makin all sorts of mental notes regarding possible areas that would need greater reconassance.
Finally, he reached the mall and hesitated outside.
"Grrr. Malls. Why does every town have to have a mall," he grunted as he entered, only to come out with lil to no helpful information.
In walking back to the coffee shop across town, Rhodes caught the scent of something familiar.
"Hrm?" he said to himself as he detoured toward the local hospital.
"Morgue? Bottom of that stairwell, turn left, down and to the left, can't miss it? Are you here to identify someone?" asked a clerk at the info desk.
"You guessed. Thank you kindly," replied Rhodes as he followed the directions.
At the morgue, Rhodes surveyed quickly and immediately realized his keen sense of smell was dead on accurate.
Undead is definately here or been here recently.
Strolling silently thru the double doors and some hanging strips of clear thick plastic sheeting, he stopped at the body room.
"Excuse me? May I help you?" asked a voice from his immediate right.
Smiling his friendliest smile, "I'm here to identify a body."
"Ok," said the small, thick glassed man as he walked away from a half covered, half open chested male cadaver.
"Right this way, name please?"
"Uh, Jane Doe. Police said it might be my missing ex-wife," he joked digging thru his pocket as he quickly scanned the room.
"Well im so sorry...or not depending the status of the relationship," the man chuckled as he opened a drawer in the wall.
Rhodes produced a small apparatus that resembled a small gun with a hypodermic needle at the end. He swiftly injected the man in the collar bone. Within two heartbeats the man slumped to the floor. The vamp made no move to catch him.
"Nitey nite," he said calmly as he walked around, letting his nose lead him.
AgentBenson - September 11, 2008 04:52 AM (GMT)
Eric came close to the mall and he called out to the other agents. "Hey guys I think were almost there I can see the mall a block away"
Rhodes - September 11, 2008 05:57 PM (GMT)
Rhodes followed his sense of smell to a section in the morgue where the unclaimed "accident" victims bodies were held before autopsy.
"The chill out room," he mocked as he entered thru a double stainless steel door into a room full of black body bags stacked to the ceiling along the walls. Other cadavers lie on gurneys in various states of morbiditiy.
Stopping at a particular body, the vamp lifted the paperwork attached to a binder.
Thumbing thru the notes and report, Rhodes reads aloud.
"Jane Doe 23-A5678, Westing County Sheriff, 12-03-07. Victim apparently drug thru a combine piece of equipment."
He let the binder fall and unzipped the bag part way. Only half the body was recognizable. The vamp nodded with somewhat satisfaction before leaning in closer and sniffing.
Rummaging thru the piles of bodies, Rhodes could sense the presence of unlife, but couldnt quite pinpoint it.
"Hrm?" he said as he froze to the faint crinkle of heavy plastic.
Turning into a squatted position, he drew his .22 pistol and had it pointed at a specific bag that had shifted on the table. Walking slowly and silently, Rhodes approached the bag and slowly unzipped it. Inside was a female, mid 20's, gunshot victim as apparent by the gaping hole in her chest.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Perfect waste. Shotgun blast close range. Ugg.. nice boobs too," he commented before zipping the bag back up. When he got to the face, the eyelids flew open, sending the vamp a step back.
"What the fuck?!!" he barked, quickly putting his silencer up to the corpses temple.
The undead womans head jerked quickly to face Rhodes as the mouth opened to reveal shattered jagged teeth. A gurgling hiss erupted forth just before Rhodes put a bullet in the creatures skull.
Taking a moment to reflect, Rhodes holsterd his weapon reluctantly and fully exposed the body. Looking over the body carefully, he noticed a rather large puncture wound on the forearm. It appeared to be a needle mark, a LARGE needlemark, like the ones used to drain bodies of fluids before embalming.
"Hrm. That doesn't happen here tho, but at the funeral home...hummm," muttered Rhodes as he dug around a cabinet and found a syringe.
Taking a very small sample of the woman's fluids, he put it into a blood test tube and then slide it into another, stainless steel container before putting it in his coat.
Walking out, past the unconscience worker, Rhodes continued to let his senses guide him. Outside he pulled out his cell pda and dialed.
"Yeah, I got a sample i need checked out asap. Also, the host was turned AFTER the fact. Not while alive. This thing also moved fast. Not the usual shambler."
Rhodes uh hummed and ah ha'ad several times before stuffing the device in his pocket.
O_O - September 13, 2008 03:54 AM (GMT)
OoC: Sorry if I kind of branched out and the post is long. Oh and I also did alot with everybody as NPCs (sort of, read it). Sorry.
Ray and Friends reached the mall. The mall was actually HUGE, on the Border of a good-sized city. It had 6 floors, a parking garage, and a small park next to it. "Either this was extremley lucky, or completeley set up. Either way, the parking gargae has a gate and a guard. " Ray looked up. The space in between each floor was about 8 feet, and the walls on the first floor had bars too small for a person. "Hmm.....quite a pretty penny............" Ray noticed an oak nearby that went about 3 floors up. "Ok, take out the guard or climb the tree?" Ray said pondering
"Also, how in the world is this mall not set up? And who shot us down?!? God, already there's already a conspiracy! Why didn't I just join the Army......." Ray yelled after a few minutes of akward silence. "I didn't even get any sleep...." Ray muttered, laying down in the thick St. Augunstines grass.
Rhodes - September 15, 2008 11:52 AM (GMT)
((OOC: i was kicking this idea around... to make intermittent posts as 'bad guys'... to give ya'll something else to consider in your posting while moving thru the rp...lemme know your ideas/thoughts? before i got posting))
Rhodes exited the hospital and got into his vehicle... sitting quietly he let all that he'd collected sit in his vampire brain and churn.
O_O - September 15, 2008 10:47 PM (GMT)
OoC: Wait, we also RP bad guys, or you do? Also, how definent is the plot for this mission, cuase if we RP as bad guys, I want to know what I can do.
Rhodes - September 16, 2008 11:17 AM (GMT)
((OOC: Actually the answer is no.. we normally do not post as bad guys... but i've noticed on other boards i rp.. if someone (one or two) doubles as a badguy.. it gives the storyline a lil continuity? Your not just fumbling round randomly making shit up..... seeings how our rp only has like what... 4-5 guys posting?... it make sense if ONE posts as a bad guy. Back in the day... we had Agents vs Vamps... no body really died... or pk'd.. so it was always blam..you missed...blam... you hit me... mission over... and agents almost always won. Therefore we instituted the vamp-agency alliance.))
AgentBenson - September 16, 2008 06:07 PM (GMT)
Abnet - September 16, 2008 08:57 PM (GMT)
Rhodes - September 17, 2008 10:57 AM (GMT)
((ooc : Word then. I'll throw out, periodically some bad guy movement...etc... ))
Rhodes - September 17, 2008 12:58 PM (GMT)
The small splinter cell of 6 gathered non-chalantly at a small local sporting event and took seats among the bleachers. Several men clapped and cheered to keep up appearances.
One regular looking man with a dark tan leaned over to the person beside him.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes sir," he replied.
"Do not refer in public to me as sir. It will draw suspicion if someone is listening. Be casual," he reprimanded quickly but quietly.
The local home team scored and the bleachers erupted with cheers.
"Very well then. Proceed to step 3. Remain here until the halfs time then leave one at a time in 15 min intervals. Regroup a the factory for outfitting. Report ANY suspicious activity or persons," the man in charge said before getting up and walking past the others.
The man he'd spoke to beside him passed the word along the rest of the others before following his orders.
O_O - September 18, 2008 12:10 AM (GMT)
OoC: I wanna use my nw guy, but Ray's already in teh mission >_<. Oh well, I'll just stick with Ray till next mission.
Ray rolled over in the grass, onto his broken arm. "OW!!!" Ray yelped before rolling back over, "That hurt, alot. Anyways, who's gonna climb the tree and get us a car? " Ray said rather casually, seeing how they we're shot out of a helicopter a few hours ago.
AgentBenson - September 20, 2008 04:53 AM (GMT)
Eric looked over. "Why would we need to climb a tree"
O_O - September 20, 2008 06:08 PM (GMT)
"Gate's guarded, plus I'm pretty sure that this is set up, so they're expecting us to just run in guns ablazing. Or they may want us to climb the tree. Or maybe both. Anyways," Ray stood up "We're not getting any where now, so why don't you choose which way?"
Rhodes - September 22, 2008 12:34 PM (GMT)
Rhodes sat outside the hospital a few moments, contemplating his next move.
Meanwhile, inside, the medical personnel were beginning to recover.
"Fuck it... no other choice really," he said before putting the vehicle in gear and driving down the street.
After starting the engine, the radio powered on.
"In recent light of a military style helicopter crashing just outside the county line, airport officials have raised security efforts. No further details could be obtained by government officials as stating the crash was being investigated as a 'minor terrorist attempt at probing for weaknesses in the air defense capabilities.." the news reporter said.
Rhodes quickly pulled over and began tapping into his small portable laptop, linking into his network.
Request updated intel on agency presence
He waited after pressing the send key. Moments later a low beep pulled his attention back to the computer.
Helio attack coverup by agency. Enemy suspected of targeting FVZA transport. No count yet on body or survivors. Contact at discretion.
The uplink was then terminated by remote.
"Hrrrmmmm. Wonder if any of them meatbags survived," Rhodes commented to himself as he punched up an ariel sat view of the crash site.
Nodding with satisfaction, Rhodes pulled out his govt. issue radio and set the freq. used most often by the FVZA.
"This is field Agent V13, are there any other FVZA field agents within transmission range, over?"
He waited as faint static came from the radio.
AgentBenson - September 22, 2008 06:21 PM (GMT)
Eric heard the static and picked up his radio "This is Benson...FVZA florida branch everything is A ok over. It's good to hear a freindly voice" he said quietly as leon and Ray were over talking about what to do. "need a sit-rep v13 over"
Rhodes - September 23, 2008 05:49 PM (GMT)
The radio crackled back.
The vamp chuckled in his head, friendly?!
"Sit rep? Boy you guys must be fresh outta training. Look, first off, how many survived and second, where the fuck are you?" asked Rhodes.
"Because as i see it, we're shit outta luck on this run fellers. Unless a regiment of you sons a bitches survived that downing, we's on our own here, over," he added.
AgentBenson - September 23, 2008 05:58 PM (GMT)
Eric shook his head and spoke back through the radio. "Five agents survived...one has a broken arm though and the pliots are dead" Eric wiped the sweat from his brow. "Were at a mall 20 miles from the crash site possible set up or front for tangos and if it helps were all armed with high pwered assult rifles and colt 45 pistols" though i'd rather be using a desert eagle and an AR 15 right about now thought Eric, he then pushed the button. "Thats all i can tell you now"
Rhodes - September 23, 2008 07:43 PM (GMT)
Mall? Ugg, humans.
Pressing the talk button, "Negative. Malls clear boys. Hospital had first solid lead. New breed of after market zed. Faster than humans im guessing, over."
Rhodes quickly pulled out his pda-text'er and began tapping a quick message while listening to the squawker.
Judder... get to location via gps position attached ASAP...pack for light infantry and several explosives. Level 2 should suffice.
He pressed the send button and waited, glancing out his driver window, ever suspicious.
AgentBenson - September 24, 2008 09:56 PM (GMT)
Eric shut off the raido and looked over at leon and Ray. "Hey guys just got a lead rhodes says that these guys have some kinda new breed of deadhead...says the hospital is the place to be...think we should call in some support and raid it"
Rhodes - September 25, 2008 12:56 AM (GMT)
Squeezing the talk button, "Hey, you guys still there? You read any of this? I say again I found some kinda new rotter. I have a blood sample and need to get it to a lab where we can run some tests, over."
Rhodes pulled up a small directory on the map and tapped in local labs and found one about 16 miles from his location.
"I am going to move to the local laboratory to start an analysis on this shit. If any of you ladies wanna tag along or at the least, meet up, feel free, V13 out!"
Throwing the vehicle in gear, Rhodes pulled out quickly into traffic and hauled his vampire ass towards the lab.
Damn i wish i had some more vamps to help out with this shit.
AgentBenson - September 25, 2008 12:57 AM (GMT)
"Hes heading to a local lab guys" called Eric. "Let's get a car and meet up with rhodes"
Rhodes - September 25, 2008 12:16 PM (GMT)
Rhodes pulled into the parking lot of LabCorp Inc. He walked casually to the auto doors and when they didnt open, he noticed it was already after closing.
"Hrmph," he grumbled before walking around the building.
He made mental notes of sec. cameras and other security measures. Looking around for anyone who might see him, the vamp leaped half way up the wall before scaling the side to the roof.
He found an access panel that allowed him access to the buildings interior. Rhodes strolled around silently, avoiding any after hours personnel easily enough. Finally coming to a lab, he saw that the door was locked via a swipepad. Frowning, the vamp stalked around until he found an office worker engrossed in his terminal. Jabbing the man in the neck with his syringe gun, he took the badge as the man slumped over on the keyboard.
Returning to the lab and swiping thru the door, Rhodes found the equipment he would need to analyze the sample of zombie blood he took from the hospital cadaver.
Abnet - September 26, 2008 12:12 AM (GMT)
(OOC: I'm still coming by the forum every day but haven't been writing because of school and a mean case of writer's block. Just letting you all know I'm still alive.)