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Title: Death Manor II
Description: Part two of the Aurora, Montana Mission


Templar - November 24, 2006 04:26 AM (GMT)
In the north Montana city of Aurora, people and pets have been turning up dead or missing. Many of which found are torn to pieces or have severed limbs. Blood is evident around the bodies, which suggests it's not vampires, but no one is certain what is causing this mayhem. Some say its zombies. Others say the claw marks and pawprints mean its werewolves. Either way, the city is terrified. No one leaves their houses between dusk and dawn, and strange noises are coming from the Echoe Woods to the north of the city. The mayor has officially declared the city under curfew, fearing that anyone out at night won’t return. Many are questioning these attacks and the mayor’s reaction to them.

(Above originally posted by Cyber78)

It has been thirty six hours since the vampires attacked the Wellingford manor. Lord Wellingford is in FVZA custody and their protection, held up in his now taped-off manor. The agency has decided to investigate the original killings in the area, sending out several investigatory teams to the surrounding area and city to find out what the hell happened.

Vincent and the other vampire’s whereabouts are unknown at the moment and it is unknown whether they will strike again.

Note
The FVZA is now in the area in force due to the Manor incident.

*Please sign up for this mission in the OOC forum

Cyber78 - November 24, 2006 05:01 AM (GMT)
When I finally woke up I was in this room with a bunch of medical equipment, nearly everything was white, the bed I found myself laying on had white sheets and a big cherry red button, and I was dressed in one of those rediculous gowns. That told me that I was in some sort of hospital or something, and that led me to the conclusion that there were needles and IV's nearby that were likely to be stuck into me.. Suddenly I felt that I'd rather be knocked out in that old guy's basement than were I was.

But the first priority was getting my clothes back and then changing out of the rediculous gown I was in. Second priority would be to find my M1911 and knife. Third thing to do was figure out what was happening. And the fourth thing on my list of things to do for the day was to get myself something to drink.

I checked to make sure nothing was hooked up to me that might cause pain if I suddenly got up, and much to my pleasure there was nothing. So I hopped out of the bed, walked out of the room and saw two nurses. One was young, pretty and blonde, while the other one was older and less pretty. My first instinct was to talk to the prettier of the two, but my head told me to ask the older one for help. As bad as it is to stereotype I figured the pretty one probably got through life pretty easy so she wouldn't be as helpful.

"Excuse me maam, but it seems that I've got some wardrobe difficulties that you might be able to help me with." I said to the older nurse.

"What do I look like? Your maid?!" Exclaimed the nurse.

"Uh... what?" I said in a confused manner.

"Oh nevermind. Alice get over here and help this patient!" Shouted the nurse.

Almost as if trained like a dog, the young blond nurse immediatley came over towards me and the older nurse walked off while pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Can I help you sir?" Asked Alice, the blond nurse.

"Um... yeah... you see it seems that I'm not properly dressed... and I can't find my pants... or any of my clothes for that manner..." I said meekly. Alice let out a quick giggle and asked for my name so that she could help me out.

"The name's Miller, John Miller." I said, immediatley regretting trying to act like a well known British spy.

"Wow, so my boyfriend was wrong. Government agents really do talk like that!" Said Alice. I was getting the feeling she was either mocking me or she really was as dumb as her hair color suggested.

"Yeah... so about my pants..." I said trying to get back to business.

"Oh right, I'll be back in a minute John." She said as she walked to the elevator, hopefully to fetch my clothes.

And so she returned five minutes later with my clothes. I gave her a quick thanks and went back into the room I had woken up in. After a minute or two of trying to figure out how to get the curtain to slide I finally got it to work and changed my clothes in near privacy. Finally I was looking like a professional.

Now if only I had a clue as to where my team was.

Drunkentiger123 - November 24, 2006 05:57 AM (GMT)
Guy Graphon walked into hallway.

"Hey man, how ya feeling?"



edited by Templar for grammer

Cyber78 - November 24, 2006 06:09 AM (GMT)
I saw a familiar face walk into the hallway, it was about time somebody showed up. It seemed that Guy was the only one decent enough to come fetch me.

"In all honesty I feel like I've just been gang raped by a whole state prison since you ask. But in the meantime I don't suppose you have any clue where the rest of my stuff is, what the hell's going on, and where the rest of the team is do you?" I answered and then asked Guy.

goteamventure15 - November 24, 2006 07:15 AM (GMT)
(Jesse and Julie Sawyer are walking down the hall during a lively conversastion. Jesse has a large black backpack. They turn the corner and both stop dead in their tracks. Jesse burst out laughing while Julie kinda stares embarrassed for Miller. Jesse is bending over trying to catch his breath between laughs.)

JESSE SAWYER: God damn it Miller! I've seen you wear some pretty tasteless shit but this...this takes the cake.

JULIE SAWYER: Don't listen to him. Jesse wishes he had battle wounds to show off. He needs all the help he can get, when it comes to the ladies.

JESSE SAWYER: Please...the day I become a recruitment grunt to meet women. Anyway, I brought your shit Miller.

(Jesse hands him the black backpack.)

KJ Crush - November 24, 2006 07:50 AM (GMT)
QUOTE (Cyber78 @ Nov 24 2006, 06:09 AM)
"In all honesty I feel like I've just been gang raped by a whole state prison since you ask. "

(OOC: BEST! LMAO!)

Judder - November 25, 2006 03:35 AM (GMT)
OOC: I got permission to post from Templar.

IC:
A great shouting came from the entrance of the hallway. The enraged voice of Judder rebounded across the bare hospital walls like a zealously thrown rubber ball.

"What do you mean he can't come in here?" The nurse that had left John with the younger, prettier nurse to take a ciggarette break was blocking Judder and Razor's path into the hospital.

All of a sudden Razor's clipped ears slanted back to his head. A low growling began to eminate from his throat. Razor's gums slide back to reveal perfect white teeth, the kind made for ripping and mauling. The dog slowly walked towards the now terrified nurse, intimidating her and making her step back against the wall.

Judder watched this with satisfaction and walked past the terrified nurse. As he reached the corridor where Miller's room was, he called to Razor;

"Razor, come on boy" Razor looks at the woman for a moment and then ran to catch up with Judder.

KJ Crush - November 25, 2006 05:09 AM (GMT)
( OOC: I hope you don't mind me using Razor, Judder. )

A howl echoed through the air, as a 7'5" monster steped out from the woodland area and made it's way into the back streets of Aurora, Montana. With peircing yellow eyes, he made his way through the alley ways, searching for prey. As he turned the corner of a rather large building, he spotted chiled with a cast on his leg, who seemed to be by himself, and with a huff he darted forward. The child looked to his right to see a 7 foot, wolf with what seemed to be endless rows of teeth, that latched onto the childs arm and pulled him to the ground, the Wolf then began to tear at the small boys flesh, it seemed he had caught his preyy...

Meanwhile as Judder and Razor entered the room, Razor darted tword the window. Razor stood on his back leg, bracinghimself aginst the window seal and began to bark out the window. Outside a comotion could be heard, sounds of a child screaming aswell as grunts and loud banging sounds, Razor continued to bark out the window...

Alaska - November 25, 2006 06:49 PM (GMT)
[Wait. Have we confirmed It is a Werewolf? Cyber, I thought Werewolves weren't OK'd yet, and even so. The stuff on the site does not indicate a size increase, just some physical changes, right, either way, I'm posting, as it doesn't really look like many people care. If you need me to take my post down, then post or something.]

It had been about an hour after his plane touched down that he made it to Aurora. He had sped across the highway in the nice car the Government had provided for him, to which he was directed toward a Hospital, they didn't have the specifics, all they said was he was at a hospital. He only stopped once, or rather, was stopped once, by a passing Police Officer who apparently missed the Government plates on the back of the car. Alaska had briefly explained the situation, and then the Cop directed him toward the Hospital. Awful nice of him.


As Alaska stepped into the hospital, he was met with odd looks. Perhaps it was the suit, or something. As he stepped up to the receptionist, he asked, "Hi, I was looking for a, uh, Mister John Miller?" She began to look down to her computer monitor before she did a double-take, then looked at him and spoke, "Under what relation?" Alaska, caught unawares simply said, "Oh...uh... No relation." almost instantly after he said that, she replied, saying, "Well, our apologies then, but I can't let you see him. Alaska smiled a rather cynical smile, "Miss, I asked you nicely once, but now I'm going to ask you again, only this time, under the pretense that I'm a Federal Agent sent by the Government."

The Receptionist laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair, "You, you're a Federal agent!?" she broke off laughing again, "You're too young!" He sighed, then pushed his hand into one of the pockets, and took it out with his wallet, flipped it open and revealed his ID and Badge. "Ma'am, I'm going to ask again, where is John Miller?" The woman immediately sobered up and told him where to go.


Alaska stepped out of the Elevators, a little disoriented, as hospitals had that effect on him, he looked to his left, then to his right and moved on. As what appeared to be Nurses moved around, and the occasional doctor in a white Labcoat walked by, he started to get the feeling he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Maybe it was the Trenchcoat. Maybe the Suit, probably the Fedora, he shrugged, it didn't matter anyway, not until he saved half the Staff's ass from something dangerous. As he stepped around a corner, he heard the statement, "In all honesty I feel like I've just been gang raped by a whole state prison, since you ask. But in the meantime I don't suppose you have any clue where the rest of my stuff is, what the hell's going on, and where the rest of the team is, do you?" He moved briskly onto seeing two men standing and speaking to each other. Bingo.


Stepping in next to them, he started to speak, in response to the confused looks on their faces. "Hello, I'm, uh, Agent Alaska, I head the armory over at HQ. I read up on the reports, then got a message from the bigwigs that I was needed up here. Something about needing a Shadow for the mission, they told me as soon as my plane touched down to locate a John Miller at one of the hospitals, turns out there's only one. Not surprising. My planet touched down not too long ago, and now I'm here. Where do I need to go?"

Randall - November 26, 2006 03:19 AM (GMT)
Some distance away from the town lay a cave, it entrance cleverly hidden with rocks and brush making it practically invisible to all but the most trained eye. Within the small cavern lay several bodies seemingly dead to the world. And for the most part this wasn't too far from the truth.

A group of vampires lay resting until the sun finally set and they would be free to walk the earth again. Only one body, near the entrance, showed signs of movement.

Randall sat there going over his latest footage in his digital camcorder. When he was on watch duty there really wasn't much else he could do to pass the time. He adjusted his sunglasses, the only way he could stare at the small LCD screen with hurting his eyes, and pressed the play button again.

His internal clock was telling him it wouldn't be too long before the sun finally set and the others would awaken, something he was looking forward too after several hours of boredom. Still, it was nice to know they trusted him enough for guard duty, if only a little.

He raised his head up as he saw the bodies begin to move. Wouldn't be long now.

Templar - November 26, 2006 03:36 AM (GMT)
OOC: Alaska, if he wants to be a werewolf, let him be a werewolf. So speakith the one in charge of his mission.

IC:

Vincent sturred. He rose from the cot he had been sleeping on from deep within the cave and shook his head to clear it. His knee hurt like a bitch but was already healing. The nurse they had bitten a few weeks back was sure paying her rent within the order, the fresh bandages wrapping the bullethole in his knee.

I am going to snap that bastard's neck when I get the chance, he thought to himself.

The pack was going to move out and see what they could due about the FVZA in the area. Vincent walked up behind the guard they had set up for the day. He was fiddling with that camera of his.

Fancies himself an filmmaker... Good for him...

Roncas - November 26, 2006 05:05 AM (GMT)
OOC: Hey Tmplar since this is a new one and i missed part one ima hop on in.

IC:

Roncas had arrived in Aurora City a hour ago after a long flight from New Orleans. I was providing a special lecture to an old friend back in his professor days. The man was a zombie enthusiast as myself and asked me all sorts of questions. I had to give him the old Top Secret BS because well I didn't feel like getting in trouble.

I missed the first assult up here and was rather disappointed. They seemed to have gotten into some trouble while fighting off soem baddies. The military vechicle dropped me off at teh hospitol that John was stationed at. I walked through the door and asked the recpetionist where John's room was. She was reluctant but hurried me in when I showed her my badge.

I took the elevator down and headed to John's room. I saw a few other agents there and greeted them accordonly. I sighed when I saw John all wrapped up.

"Can't go a day wihtout me helping can, ya? If I woulda known it was this tough I would have canceled my classes to help ya'll."

I reached down and sctratched Razor's head. I've grown kind of fond of the dog it is a filler for my old lab I lost a few months back. I reached into my pocket and gave him a treat. "Good boy."

Drunkentiger123 - November 26, 2006 05:26 AM (GMT)
to cyber:

"hey, whyre you asking me? Ive bin away for the last few days! it should be ME asking questions to YOU! so... what the f*** happened to ya all?"

Templar - November 26, 2006 05:27 AM (GMT)
OOC: No problem Roncas

Cyber78 - November 26, 2006 05:28 AM (GMT)
After taking a lot of "sympathy" from my coworkers I finally got dressed and ready, with all my stuff. I loaded my M1911, checked to make sure the safety was on, and slid it into my holster.

Now that I was ready it had seemed that there were a few agents waiting for me.. It was good to know that people seemed to care about my well being.

"Alright lady and gentlemen, I'm glad to see that you're all alive and well." I said as I cracked my neck and straightened my tie.

"But back on to the mission. As I'm sure you all know, what happened at the mansion wasn't pretty, if memory serves correctly those bastards killed Kenny. But I don't suppose that we can dwell on that, what we need to focus on is that we came to this town for a reason. Even though we succeeded in killing some vampires there's still plenty of them left, and we can't exactly leave until we've taken care of all of them." I said to explain the situation as I saw the blonde nurse Alice was suddenly watching us.

She'd probably heard me mention the word "vampires" and was probably trying to figure out if that's what I actually said. I looked right into her eyes, blinked once and then turned away to explain my plan for the mission.

"So anyhow, the problem is we don't know if they're going to skip town on us or if they're intent on holding their turf. So to be on the safe side we'll want to stay in town for at least a week, keep our eyes and ears open to odd stuff going on, and then act accordingly. I'll have the police give us a call at the hotel if any sort of assaults or homicides come up since in a place this small violent crime is rare enough where it'll run a high chance of us wanting to investigate it. But assuming we don't hear of anything weird happening all week then just think of it as a vacation. In the meantime I'll go out to buy us some beers and we'll have poker night in my hotel room tonight."

Templar - November 26, 2006 05:47 AM (GMT)
Vincent placed his hand on the day guard's arm, patting it to let him know his shift was over. The pack leader waved his hand and several vampires gathered about him.

"Alright boys, this is how we are going to do this. We all know that the FVZA is in town. They are NEVER a good sign for our kind nor our order. If we are to take them on, we are going to need to be at full strength. You three will bring back Intel for us on the FVZA." Vincent said pointing to three senior members of his pack.

"You bunch will stay here and guard the cave and the blood packets the order has supplied us with." He said sweeping his arm over half the number assembled.

"And the rest of you will come with me to cause some what of a 'stir' in the city. Got that?" The bloodsuckers all shouted their approval and the plan was set into motion.

***

The group of vampires stalked over the high fence and into the backyard of one of the citizens of the city. By the looks of it, the owner was some type of hunting aficionado; the heads of all kinds of animals mounted on the inside of his house that were clearly visible through the windows.

This should be fun..., The bloodsucker thought.

They snuck in, Vincent punching his hand through the door's small glass window and turning the handle on the inside.

No alarm... dumb shit...

The pack spread out, moving throughout the building with practiced proficiency. The owner was passed out on a chair, a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand.

Pathetic


He pointed to one of his men and told them to take care of the hunter.

"I'll be checking out the man's gun stash..." Vincent said laughing evilly to himself.

Roncas - November 26, 2006 06:15 AM (GMT)
I was glad to see that miller was better. I decided not to dwell on kenny for I barely knew the kid. ((OMG you killed kenny! You bastard!)) I half smiled at the idea of drinking. I haven't been a big fan since I lost my brother to alcohol poisoning and I try to stay away from the stuff.

"You can drink. If there are vampires around do not expect me to be drun. I like to be aware of my surroundings. Anyway. It makes it easier for me to win ya'lls money. Give me a call on my cell phone when ya'll are going to play."

I stood up and walked out. The sun was setting and a cool breeze began to fill the night. I took out a cigarette and began smokign it while stairing out at the sunset. I waved to the military escort to pick me up and bring me to the hotel I had a room at.

If those vampire freaks are still out and about they best not expect to catch me off gaurd...

30 min later I arrived at my destination and told the escort he was relieved from duty for the night. I walked into my room and made sure to lock the door and check the room. After everything was clear I took a quick shower and unzipped my bag. I put on a pair of black spandex material and put on the kevlar armor pieces. They were positioned on my chest, arms, legs, and one around my neck. I slid two boweing knives into thier slots.

I put on a long sleeve button down which fit looslely over the under garments and slipped on my pants which fitted likewise. I put my DE in its holster and threw on my sports jacket.

Now to wait for Miller to call.

Judder - November 26, 2006 08:56 AM (GMT)
OOC: Why, not I'll post.

IC:
Judder felt slightly embarrased when Razor had jumped up at the window and barked. Even though Razor had calmed down enough when Roncas came in.

Judder leans up against the wall that is not viewable by the hallway.

When this new person, in a trenchcoat of all things shows up. Judder listens intently to the man but kind of misses the words after "Hello, I'm, uh, Agent Alaska".

Razor gets interested in the new arrival and pads over towards him.

Judder walks around the nurse while John is doing his little speech about the things that go bump in the night. He leans up behind the wideyed alert blonde haired girl.
"Boo.."
The girl jumps and hightails it out of the room, Startling Razor who is still sniffing around the Alaska fellow.

OOC: I know i butchered the present tense thing in this. Please bear with me as im trying

Jay - November 26, 2006 07:40 PM (GMT)
OOC: Sorry I'm late, got carried away with playing Stepmania.

IC: Jay woke up as a jolt hit him in the back. He grunted and murmured sleepily, "Wh't th' hell?"
A man wearing a white coat leaned into his blurry field of vision and said quietly, "Just rest. You've just come out of surgery for removal of bullets in your arm and leg."

What?

Lucidity returned to Jay with the force of somebody puching him in the stomach. "What the hell? Where am I? Where are the agents? How did I get here?" He tried to sit up, but was pushed down by two people who he could not see.
"Give him a sedative. I think he's going to be struggling."

"Urgh.....no....."

The next few hours seemed like a dream, a dream where you cannot wake up or move your body, but are rooted to the spot in the middle of infinity...

Jay woke again to the sound of muffled voices. He groaned and shifted to see his shoulder, which was heavily bandaged. His thoughts drifted to the vampire who had done this, and he allowed himself some grim satisfaction at the knowledge that the hole he had shot in its knee had to be giving him as much pain now as his arm was. The voices returned, and he pinpointed their location as being through the wall.

Why won't these bastards shut up, so I can sleep? Maybe there'll be someone who knows WHY I'm in this hellhole.

He sat up in the bed and gagged at the wave of nausea that ran through him. Cursing, he half-rolled out of the bed onto his good right leg and leaned against the wall. Using the wall as a place to rest his back against, he shuffled out of the room. A young blonde-haired nurse rushed past him without even noticing his efforts to escape. She looked rather pre-occupied, he thought to himself.
The room she had left was where the voices were coming from.

Maybe someone is hitting on her?

Jay entered the doorway from which the voices were coming from and staggered into the doorway.

"Hey, you people! Shut up, some of us have just got out of surgery!" he yelled, then stared at the people assembled inside.

Templar - November 27, 2006 02:52 AM (GMT)
Vincent pulled the small string that was hanging from the ceiling. The light hanging in the closet clicked on, illuminating the small room.

Oh my God..., the bloodsucker thought to himself.

Inside was the most expansive gun collection outside of a retailer he had ever seen. Rifles, shotguns, high powered hunting revolvers and magazine fed pistols sat on custom made display shelves. Vincent smiled his toothy grin and picked up a Colt, admiring the custom engraving on the grip that must have cost an arm and a leg.

Like a kid in a candy store.

The vampire grabbed the 1911's leg holster and strapped it to his leg, that smile still glued to his features. He slid in two clips of ammo into the side pouches and loaded the gun with another. He snapped the gun in place and looked around for anything else that caught his eye.

Two of his vampires followed him in. Vincent turned and grinned at his fellows. He grabbed two high powered rifles off of the rack to his right and threw the guns to the pack mates. They snatched the weapons out of the air and secured them to their backs with the attached straps, turning to see what else to loot.

Vincent then saw the back of the gun closet, the only part of the room that was still thrown into shadows. The vamp snuck over and clicked on the light. There, on a gorgeously made stand, was one of the prettiest guns the vampire had ever seen.

A GLOCK 18.

"Oh my... Yes please." the vampire said as he took the weapon for himself and a bag to hold all the extra clips of ammunition he was going to need.

Cyber78 - November 27, 2006 03:01 AM (GMT)
"Well good morning to you too sunshine." I said to Jay as he shouted about just getting out of surgury. Sure must've sucked for him to have taken the beating he did back at the manor.

"Anyhow guys, for now I'm going to head out and do a little bit of shopping. I need to pick up some more 45ACP ammo, and some stuff for poker night tonight. If anybody wants to come along that's fine by me." I said as I stretched my limbs a bit before I walked over to the elevator.

The color of the elevator appeared to be some kind of byproduct of vomit mixed with melted plastic army men, like the carpet you'd expect to find in a retirement home or a DMV office. The cushions felt about as soft as jumping from the Sears Tower on to the concrete below, it reeked of smoke, and there was a mysterious red blotch on the floor. What appeared to be cigarette buts mixed with various crushed pills and some kind of mysterious orange sticky substance was sitting in the corner as if waiting to attack, and there was a dead cockroach sitting on top of the mixture.

Those clues together told me quite possibly the worst thing you'll ever want somebody to tell you about a hospital you're staying at short of being told "¿Usted tienen gusta de su nuevo corazón?". And that conclusion was that this was... *drum roll*... a public hospital. Suddenly I was wondering what they'd been injecting me with while I was unconcious, and then I realized I really didn't want to know.

When the elevator finally arrived at the ground floor after what seemed an eternity staring at the odd mixture in the corner, I practically flew out into the lobby. I saw an interesting collection of people roaming ranging from young to old. One gentleman appeared as though he'd just lost a fight against Godzilla, while one woman in her 50's had obviously just done with a bit of cosmetic work. I was getting the feeling that what ever she was injected with it wasn't botox, judging by her skin tone I was guessing that it was a flavor of Jello-O that was rejected by the FDA. And then there was one guy with a cane and a limp who went past that I could've sworn I'd seen on some medical TV show.

Finally I got out of the lobby and outside where I spied the parking lot. By the time I reached my Jeep I'd been approached by no less than five homeless people and had a vodka bottle thrown at me by a guy resembling Boris Yeltsin. Having no desire to stick around a hospital that even the vampires were probably afraid to take anything from I stuck my keys in the ignition, tunred on the vehicle and backed out of my spot. Upon driving past the front I decided to pull over and wait a minute or two to see if any of the other agents needed a ride away from this modern medical equivilent of a death camp.

Judder - November 27, 2006 03:07 AM (GMT)
Judder decides to take John up on his offer. Instead of the elevator though, He and Razor takes the stairs. Judder jumps most of the stairs to save time, Razor follows suit easily. Judder bursts out of a side exit near the front and runs to the Jeep. He opens the door and razor jumps in. Judder hops in. he turns to John. "Lets get out of here".

Randall - November 27, 2006 03:42 AM (GMT)
Randall walked down the hallway of the house as Vincent and the other vampires headed upstairs. He had already "taken care" of the owner of the place and had left him for the others to feed on. He himself wasn't really into drinking the blood of a drunk person, just didn't taste right. Now with nothing better to do he saw fit to check out the rest of the house.

He made his way into another room, and he saw something that made his heart skip a beat.

"Oh my God." Randall thought to himself.

There in front of comfy looking armchair had to be the biggest plasma screen TV Randal had ever seen, accompanied with a really nice pair of speakers. On a nearby self Randall could see the remote.

"Don't mind if I do."

Grabbing the remote and taking a sit he started flipping through channels. Golf, weather, cartoons, a documentary on flamingos. Unfortunately the only thing to catch his eye was the local news, which was doing a spot on the recent attacks.

Randall leaned back as he listened to the newslady go over the cases of people being slaughtered, running it through his head. It was odd, he couldn't remember any of their guys being around those areas were the attacks took place. He would have gone over it a bit more had something flashing on the wall not catch his eye.

There was a small panel attached to the wall, its little screen flashing repeatedly. It looked familiar, like something he saw in a movie once...

Oh shit, a silent alarm.

Mr. Gun Nut probably thought he could handle any intruders himself and thought the police would only be needed to clean up the mess. This was just perfect.

"Hey Vincent! We might have problem here!"

Templar - November 27, 2006 03:54 AM (GMT)
Vincent's ears perked up. The grin on his face from finding the GLOCK immediately dropped off his features and he quickly holstered his new weapon, grabbing several pistols and clips as he and the other two vampires dashed out of the gun closet.

As he made his way to Randall's position the other pack members met him on the way. He passed out the firearms to them and kept two 9mm's in his hands. He clicked off the safety's and sprinted to where he had heard his pack mate's call. The bloodsucker kicked open the door and leveled his duel weapons into the room.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" The vampire said looking around the room sweeping his guns. His breathing was only slightly hindered by his recent exertion. He found his underling sitting straight up in a comfy looking armchair with a clicker in his hand for the massive plasma in the room. Randall was pointing with his free hand at a glowing red panel mounted on the wall.

"Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!" Vincent shouted.

Jay - November 27, 2006 03:58 AM (GMT)
QUOTE (Cyber78 @ Nov 27 2006, 03:01 AM)
And then there was one guy with a cane and a limp who went past that I could've sworn I'd seen on some medical TV show.

OOC: BEST. DRAMA. EVER.

IC: Wandering back to his hospital room, Jay found a wheelchair parked next to his bed. It had obviously been left there by some well-meaning but dim nurse. He sat down and tried wheeling himself across the room. He ended up only being capable of moving in a tight circle due to his injured arm, and at one point got it stuck in the wheel spokes. Muttering and cursing, he pulled his arm out of the wheel and sat down on the edge of the bed.

His thoughts went to the events of last night, and he started to wonder how he had gotten to the hospital.

Right. I sent a help signal to the FVZA, and got a response. Obviously they got me and Miller out safely. I wonder where my car is, and what they did with my...

"GUNS!" he shouted as he realized what he was missing. "Where the fuck are my guns?!"

Noticing a small bag at the foot of his bed that he had overlooked, he opened it and glanced inside. A small note lay on top of a pile of weaponry.
'I got your guns for you. Drove your car to parking lot out back. Car keys and laptop computer included. Emptied rifle and shotgun.'

Grinning, he checked the ammunition in the guns. The GLOCKs (OOC: Yes, I already had two GLOCK 22s) were also empty.

Holy shit. I was out of ammo when that vampire was there. Lucky it didn't come to a firefight.

Jay sighed and pulled out his laptop, then settled back. He was gratified to see that his arm was still working. It just hurt like the blazes. Same with the leg. Accessing the internet, he decided that he would move some funds around and try and get himself discharged.

KJ Crush - November 27, 2006 06:59 AM (GMT)
As the beast tore at the child's flesh, a police officer who was on patrol turned a corner and saw what looked like a big dog attacking a small boy. The cop grabbed his baton and charged at the dog. The officer raised the baton and brought it down onto the dog who was gnawing on the child. After a breif yelp, the wolf quickly turned around and swiped the officer's face. The Officer fell to his back holding his now bleeding face. After managing to clear some of the blood from his eyes, he looked to the wolf who now stood on two legs at about 7'5". The Officer grabed for his radio and spoke,

"Request assistance on..." were the only words he spoke before the werewolf lunged onto him and bit into the mans throat, ripping it from the rest of the body. The policeman grabed the hole in his throat before going limp, as the wolf began to tear into the new kill, a woman walked by and saw the horrible sight. She quickly turned tail and darted toward the nearest police station. Hearing the womans screams, The wolf turned his head up then quickly turned, dashing toward the dead child. It gripped the body with his teeth and began heading toward the woods.

At the police station the woman was telling the officers what she saw,

"It was a dog of some-kind, he attacked one of your officers!" She cried, the police cheif quirked his brow.

"M'am, I'm sure if one of our officers was attacked by a dog, he would have radioed in and told us about it" He said smugly. Suddenly a few officers darted from the back and started heading out the door.

"Whats the meaning of all this, huh?" The cheif shouted,

"Cheif, Daniels radioed in requesting back up. Before we could hear where he was, he was cut off. We've tracked his radio signal, and we're heading there now!" one of the lieutenant’s explained to the cheif. The cheif looked at the frightened woman, he then grabed his coat and his gun as well as his hat and headed out the door. After a short drive, they arrived at the scene. They looked about and noticed Officer Daniels' mangled body, laying in on the ground. The Cheif kneeled down and examined the body, he noticed that he looked as if he had been attacked by an animal. The Cheif then went back to his car and grabed his radio,

"Dispatch, contact the FVZA..."

Edited by Templar for grammer and such.

Alaska - November 27, 2006 10:09 PM (GMT)
Just before Miller managed to drive off, Alaska tracked him down, motioning for him to stop, "I heard you mention that you were off to buy ammunition, that's correct?" The man nodded, to which Alaska grinned, "You don't actually think the Fed's sent me up here without weapons, do you? The car that they provided is conveniently filled with standard equipment, of which I think you may enjoy..."

After leading Miller and the other man with him over to the massive jeep, well, it would be called a Hummer, but he thought it inappropriate. As he did, he held down a button on the keychain and the trunk unlocked and popped straight up. Within it were many silver cases, presumably weapons. a rather thin but long case was in the middle of the stack, and he pulled it out first. "I heard you were a fan of M1911s, so I brought ten magazines with me, standard Cal. I also..." Looked to his left, then to his right for a moment. "Brought Ten M4A1 Carbines, standard, and accompanying them are some XM-26 Light Shotguns for under the M4 barrel, as I was notified this is a Leech problem, I ordered five, as they are susceptible to shotguns as much as some humans are."

Reaching for another thin case below the first one, he went on, "Standard 12-gauge shells, then another case for the M3s I took the liberty of bringing.", he became quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say next, then started, "I am aware that the Order's involvement is obvious, and you don't need to be a genius to know that they're going to stock weapons, what kinds, however, I do not know. But the matter at hand is to be able to take them down ASAP." he broke off again, then, "I didn't ignore anything else. We'll need to be able to break at a moment's notice, behind those I brought two cases of Flashbang grenades, as I am sure you are aware what they do, I'm going to instruct wise usage of them, even if it will incapacitate a Vampire for several minutes, you're not immune to them, so the best approach would either to clear a room out with it, or lob it, well, blindly into somewhere that might contain the Leeches."

"I also took care to bring a case containing a Set of FiveseveNs, and a case containing a set of P228s, both accompanied by cases containing ten magazines per. I've also got a surprise that you may enjoy. At the back is a case with two SIG- 556s an arm currently introduced to SWAT. Made legal just so our Military and Government branches could use them. They accept standard Assault Rifle clips, which is good, considering the someodd five or six cases filled with magazines for our M4s. I didn't bring any M16s, though. They are long-range weapons and not as good at close-ranges that M4s are, and they also can't use the XM-26 attachment, so I apologize if you wanted one, but the guys up at HQ said no. The last firearms I placed in here are the cases containing two UMPs and accompanying ammo. The only other stuff I carried with me is in the back seat of this Hummer, which are two complete sets of Kevlar, the new stuff. Two Sets of Night-Vision Goggles, Some bags containing holsters," as he pointed out the bags, "The first holds standard belt holsters, the second ankle holsters, and the third has shoulder holsters. The other bags contain M4 silencers, laser-hookups andscopes. Don't touch the bag in the front passenger seat, it's got my pair of TMPs, and anything else I deemed necessary to bring."

He paused again, rubbed his eyes, yawned, and spoke, first waving it off to jetlag or something. "Guys, as you may or may not know. I am a shadow, or at least that's what they call me up at Command. I prefer using guns, they only classify me as one because I've typically ran Solo. So, accurately applied, I'm going to track down the leeches and attempt to terminate them. I'll make contact if... No, when I encounter them, and I'll be moving out tonight. Stay sharp guys. I guess we'll see what happens, yeah?

"But hey, look on the bright side, we've got lots of shiny new guns!"

Cyber78 - November 27, 2006 11:35 PM (GMT)
I saw Alaska had come down and managed to catch me about a second before I slammed my foot on the gas pedal. He mentioned something about being sent with a bunch of weapons, which was probably a good thing considering what had happened at the manor.

I followed him in the Jeep towards the Hummer that he'd came in on, and had a look at what he had in the trunk. When I had a look inside I think my heart might've stopped out of sheer excitement. I watched as Alaska went through the weapons and I was getting that feeling that most people get when they see the selection of a good all-you-can-eat buffet.

"Ok I'll definatly take one of these..." I said as I took an M3 shotgun with and gathered 48 rounds of ammunition and transfered it into my vehicle along with the M1911 magizines I'd been offered. Getting back to the buffet of death I looked over and decided I'd like to try out one of those SiG-556's over the M4, and grabbed seven magizines for the assault rifle. And finally I grabbed a UMP with eight magizines just incase. Seemed that Christmas had come early for me.

Deciding that since there were only two pairs of nightvision and two pairs of kevlar I'd be nice and only take one pair of nightvision and leave the rest for the other agents. After all I'd already taken a SiG and a UMP. But in the meantime it seemed that Alaska had some searching to do, so I gave him a quick thanks and was about to open the door to my Jeep when my cellphone rang.

I answered the thing, knowing full well the damn gadget would probably render me sterile for a few years.

"Miller?" Asked a voice.

"This is Johnny." I answered.

"Uh... this is Miller right?"

"Miller here."

"There's a bit of a problem."

"What kind of problem? Because if it's anything to do with plumbing and a gorilla throwing barrells..."

"We just had an officer of our's, Officer Daniels, was killed."

Uh oh... now a cop's been killed. This isn't good news, I'm definatley going to have to cancel poker night now.

"Go on."

"He's been mauled pretty badly by an animal or something, we were hoping you might be able to help us out."

"I knew I should've stayed in bed this mornin'."

"We're sorry to bother you like this but we've really got no clue as to what's going on."

"Right then, where do ya need me?"

"It happend right near our station, so if you could just come on down here."

"Movin' out." I finished as I hung up my cellphone and hopped in my Jeep while I stuck the keys in the ignition.

Templar - November 28, 2006 02:04 AM (GMT)
OOC: Good lord, guns up the wazoo. How the hell are the vampires supposed to combat THAT?

IC:

Vincent growled at the silent alarm. It had cut his fun short.

"Alright guys, grab everything you can from this place and lets get our asses out of here." the pack moved out from the TV room and once again raided the gun closet for all it was worth, the bloodsuckers coming out looking like something out of a bad Schwarzenegger flick.

The vampires dashed out of that placed faster than a little blue hedgehog which Vincent had always suspected was hopped up on crack. They were back in the cave within ten minutes and, much to the joy of the other vampires, they unloaded their newfound arsenal.

The three vamp's that Vincent had sent out for Intel were back, enjoying the new guns.

"So, what do you have for me?" the pack leader asked.

"Well boss, the agents have come in force this time. Andre says that they were unloading assault rifles from the back of a hummer and handing them out among their number. Tim says that the police completely ignored all other events and were now investigating an attack that occured during your little excursion near the police station. It wasn't any of our boys, so we assume another party is eating up the locals." said Raz, who had moved up from third to second rank in the pack following Daaken's death.

Hmmm.... this is interesting. Either there was going to be quite a large gunfight between the FVZA and the Order tonight... or somthing more sinister was afoot.

Cyber78 - November 28, 2006 02:15 AM (GMT)
OOC: Hey, it's not like we can carry and use all those weapons at once you know.

Alaska - November 28, 2006 02:45 AM (GMT)
[Templar, don't forget that you're a vampire. We can't gaurantee gun effectiveness on hunters of the night. Cyber, Sets, not pairs a Set is 10.]

Jay - November 28, 2006 02:54 AM (GMT)
Jay winced as his arm was bandaged tightly aroung the bullet wound. The nurse who was getting him ready to leave seemed oblivious to his discomfort, and insisted on making the bandaging so tight it was practically cutting off the circulation and maing his arm numb. He noticed the FVZA agents in the parking lot below being armed by a newcomer, and watched carefully.

God, maybe I should think again about working for these guys. Looks like they have enough firepower to overthrow a small African country.

His view was obstucted by the other cars in the lot, but one look at Miller's face told him that there had to be some great weaponry being handed around.

"Ah, screw it." Jay stood up and gathered his things. Winking at the nurse, he minced out of the room and then the hospital. Flipping his car keys around in a small circle, he unlocked his car and slipped in. He pulled out his mobile phone, thought for a second, and then placed a call.

"Hey, it's Jay. Yeah, just fine. How are the kids? Great. Um, I need a favour. Do you have a drop point in Montana? Yeah, I'm in that area anyway. Post Office box 923? Okay. I'll leave some money in there after I'm done. Yeah, you too. See you soon." Starting the car, he drove out of the parking lot and out towards the center of town.

Templar - November 28, 2006 03:09 AM (GMT)
OOC: Well, I was just getting worried that the sides were getting a little unbalanced... you know with all the automatic weapons being passed out and all. No worries though, I know you didn't mean to pull a Commando/Dean Hodos. Was that the guy's name? Ten points to whoever gets that old FVZA RPG reff.

Alaska - November 28, 2006 04:33 AM (GMT)
[Yeah, well. About that, Templar. Basically the firearms here are for PC Agents, obviously as we are more talented than NPC Assault team members, even if they have an M3, no, just as you kick the ass of our NPC Agents, vice-versa on your NPC Vampires, then we are always *Magically* out of ammo in Close Quarters. *Cough*]

Judder - November 28, 2006 04:34 AM (GMT)

OOC: John, Razor is with you, use him.!!

IC:
Judder looks at the equipment in the truck as John sped off to the police station, Razor is still in the Jeep.This Alaska fellow had the gear for any job it seems.

Judder turns to Alaska,

"My name is Judder its nice to meet you."
"Damn you have a lot of firepower."

Judder looks through the back of the truck.
He turns back to Alaska.

"It alright if i take one of the P228s, a holster and some clips for it?"
"Along with a suit of the Kevlar, and a single pair of nightvision goggles?"

Judder takes a moment to catch his breath.
"and last but not least some 12Ga shotgun shells.


KJ Crush - November 28, 2006 07:21 AM (GMT)
After the hunt and the brief encounter with the authorities, the Werewolf carried the child's carcass to his den, where he dropped it and began to gnaw on the remaining meat on the body. After ripping the last bit of meat from the child’s bones, the wolf laid down and closed his eyes for a post meal nap. Meanwhile back at the scene of the attack...

"Chief, we got something over here!" one of the deputy’s called out to the chief.

"Yeah? What've we got?" The chief asked, while walking over to his deputy.

"It's seems to be a paw print, in blood..." the deputy said uneasily. The chief took a knee and looked to the bloody paw print and quirked his brow,

"What the hell could have made a paw print this big?" The chief asked.

"That’s not the strangest thing, look hear, it appears what ever made this print has an opposable thumb." The deputy said to the police chief. The Chief became more concerned as he awaited the arrival of the FVZA agents he had called for.

Back at the wolves den, the wolf awoke to a loud sound, something along the lines of gun fire, then what sounded like people outside his den.

"Eh, Billy Joe! Look at the size o' thisin'!" it seemed to be a hunter and his pal; they had shot down a deer and were admiring their kill. The wolf stepped to the opening of his den and looked out to the two hunters and then to the deer carcass at their feet. Though he had just eaten, human meat is no where near as sweet as deer meat. The wolf reverted to all fours and slowly stepped out from his den. He stepped into the brush and slowly began moving toward the two hunters. As one of them bent down to admire the kill, the other looked over his head into a bush where he spotted something moving.

"Eh, Billy Joe, I reckon there's a somethin' in them there bushes over yonder.”One hunter said to the other.

"Let's go see what it is then?" the other hunter said.

"You can go an' get yerself killed ifin' you're a wantin' to. I ain't not doin' it!" The hunter said loudly, at that point they heard a rustling in the bushes.

"Yer a pansy, stand back and let a real man take care o' thisin'!" The other hunter said, while walking unsuspectingly toward the bush. The hunter poked the end of his shotgun into the bush, and suddenly screamed loudly, and began to shake as if something had a hold of his arm.

"Billy Joe!" the hunter screamed, suddenly Billy Joe stood up and began to laugh,

"Ha ha, you really are a pansy, there ain't a thing in these here bushes, now c'mon and let'sa get this dead critter back to camp." The hunter said, walking back to the kill. All of a sudden the wolf leaped from the bush and onto Billy Joe's back, causing him to fall onto his face. The other hunter's eyes widened as he dropped his shotgun and a darted out of the woods, hearing the screams of his friend. The wolf grabbed a hold of Billy Joe’s neck with his teeth and began to rip at it violently… till Billy Joe no longer struggled. After killing the hunter, the wolf walked over to the deer carcass and dragged it back to it's den where it began to feed on it.

Back in town, the chief receives a call from dispatch.

"Chief, we've just received a report of an attack on a hunter by what was described as a large wolf." the dispatch informed the Chief. The Chief grabbed his forehead and slid it down his face to his chin and responded,

"Ask the witness to stay at the station till' I return with the FVZA agents....”

Edited by Templar for Spelling and formatting reasons.

Alaska - November 28, 2006 04:00 PM (GMT)
Alaska was right about to respond to the guy when his cell phone rang, "Yeah?" he answered, then went silent for a moment, then longer, almost two minutes elapsed before, "Werewolf, what the FUCK do you mean Werewolf? I don't lead a fucking dog pound! I lead vampires and zombies to their death!" He went quiet for a moment, " BY MYSELF?! Are you fucking Out of your MIND?!" quiet again, "Oh... Huge bonus....? Alright, which way's the police station?" Quiet.


As he wrapped up the call he was suddenly aware again of the man standing there, "A P228 and 12 Gauge shells? Easy enough..." He fumbled around within the back until he pulled out several boxes of shells, a shotgun-shell holding clip that was worn on the belt, then he grabbed another silver case, opened it up, pulled out the handgun and hammered in a magazine, grabbed a few more, then spoke, "Alright, you're set. Now, you'll probably want a holster in case you are devoid of one, the first bag in the back seat has the standard hip holsters, and tie around your leg. Along with them is Kevlar and Night Vision goggles, both of which I advise you to take."

Jay - November 28, 2006 08:22 PM (GMT)
Jay leaned over the very large safety deposit box that he had obtained the key for from the Post Office box.

Bloody hell. We really should get a guy here. Save money on gas, for a start.

He held his breath as he opened the box, but then left it out in a long, disappointed exhale when he saw the contents. There were only a few really decent guns in the case, along with a couple boxes of ammunition.

Why couldn't we be in Germany... he thought. Oh well, let's see what we have here.

He grinned however, as he got deeper into the pile. He pulled out his first find: a pair of Heckler & Kock MP7s. Next he tried the shotguns, and procured a USAS-12 Combat shotgun.

Excellent. Well, what have we here?

Jay pulled out a box of shotgun slugs and laughed out loud when he saw the brand. Brenneke slugs, well-known for their accuracy.

He frowned when he thought of Tim. It wasn't the very best rifle, so he pulled out a Heckler & Koch HKPSG-1 Sniper, for more distance and accuracy. On a hunch, he also pulled out a Kevlar vest that was at the very bottom of the box, and put it on underneath his clothes. He also picked up an armband that appeared to also be made of Kevlar, and put it on his injured arm so that it covered his injury.

All set. Time to leave.

Edited slightly by Templar for shotgun related accuracy reasons

Roncas - November 28, 2006 08:44 PM (GMT)
I was lying on my bed in a somewhat dreamlike state, null to the world after waiting so long. I then heard sirens, allot of sirens. Jolted awake I stood up and unzipped a large case, taking out my prized M-16. Yeah it was longer and bulkier than the M-4 but I prefer the burst fire rather than M-4's full auto. I gathered a few of the mags and put them in holsters around my belt and grabbed a few clips for my Desert Eagle.

I rushed out my door and made my way onto the street. The cars were a block away and I ran to them. A police officer saw me with the M-16 in hand and ordered me to freeze, his own smaller weapon leveled at my head.

"Don't point that fucking thing at me.” I said. “I’m FVZA. We’ve been stationed here. Cut the shit."

The officer lowered his weapon and sighed in relief. I went to the chief and saw them inspecting a mangled body.

"Hey. I am Dr. Roncas Olui, Federal Agent with the FVZA. What happened here?"

"One of our officers was killed by what appeared to be a large dog."

I smiled, seeing the large foot print left behind by the killer... too large for any normal animals around here. I never saw a true werewolf before and I was skeptical about them existing. Even for a man who devoted his life to paranormal research finds it unlikely for something like that to walk around the way it does.

"Hmm. Okay, tape this area off. I will call the other agents to come take care of this. I want you all to go back to the station and send a cornier. I will give you my cell phone number; reach ‘em there if anything else goes bump in the night." I handed him a slip of paper with the number on it and waved him off.

I called John and told him I was here at the scene and he had already heard about it. I squatted down by the print and examined it. I found traces of fur around the blood and quickly collected them and placed them into a glass vile.

Roy would like to look at this.


((Remember Roy is going to be introduced later. He owns V-corp.))

Edited by Templar for spelling, grammar and general fluidity

Judder - November 28, 2006 11:00 PM (GMT)
OOC: Fuck, John has my shotgun and Razor!! *slaps head*

Judder opens the bag with the night vision goggles and takes a pair out.
He grabs a shoulder holster from another bag and secures his sidearm and its ammunition.
Judder fumbles with the body armor for a moment, then works all the pieces on to his body. He secures the shell holding clip about his waist and then loads shells into it.
He turns to Alaska.
"Well, Im no prom queen but I will get the job done."

"By the way my name is Judder Thompson."
Judder holds his hand out to Alaska.

"Im probably the newest agent out here."




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