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 Operation: Surf's Down, Part II to Mission Nifty Viper
O_O
Posted: Dec 7 2008, 10:52 PM


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Ray compared some bodies. "Well guys, looks like the guys in the vans were mainly american, while it looks like some Russians came in during the rest of it.
My estimation is we're facing multiple enemies. However, the Americans are using old outdated military equipment, so they shouldn't be our main priorty." He glanced at the zombies pounding on the mall door. "When will containment get here?"
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Rhodes
Posted: Dec 8 2008, 05:52 PM


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From in the distance a faint rumble and whirring noise slowly grew in volume.

"Err?" said Rhodes as he cocked his head and listened harder w/ his vampiric hearing.

Grinning, he recognized that familiar sound. The sound of several big rig Peterbuilts rolling in convoy along with a large helio above. His cellphone buzzed in his pants pocket.

Glancing at the ID before answering, "Bout fuckin time Phil!!", barked Rhodes.

*Sorry. Got tied up on the toll bridge. My lead driver didn't have the exact change. I gotta invest in them damn EZ Pass thing'a'majigs. But we're almost there now. I can see the mall from my bird. What's the situation? You boys had enough time playing around?* said the female voice on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, just get your ass down here on the double. We have places to be god damn it. OH, you got any armed escorts to watch your backs while we take off?" asked Rhodes as he pressed his radio button to gather the troops to his position.

"All field agents report back to front of mall. Containment is here."

The three diesel rigs rolled up and parked in a semi-arc in the front lot of the mall. Two trailers expanded outward while the third opened from the inside and two dozen men and women, some armed, leaped out the back and began securing the other two rigs. The large helio touched down in the adjacent lot where a rather portly looking young woman slid out of the cockpit and walked over to meet Rhodes.

"So, how you want this?" asked Phil with her hands on her wide hips.

Gesturing to the building, "I want a FULL containment. Eradicate ANYTHING inside ALIVE or dead thats organic. I do, however, want phyiscal evidence left alone. Meaning i dont want anything disturbed. We might need to get some evidence to help us locate the mode of deployment."

Phil frowned, "Well, I can contain the building no prob. If you want organics destroyed, no issue there. I was gonna test out some new shit i picked up. Caustic type airborne cleaner. It'll turn anything...and i mean ANYTHING organic into nothing but a harmless puddle. Even bone turns to moosh. Metal, concretes, alloy, and some compounds remain unharmed. Will that work?"

Rhodes nodded, "Fine. I want all the zeds in that building gone before the boys in blue arrive. You'll need a perimeter for when the fuzz shows up. You got your papers in order?" he asked.

Phil grinned and pulled out an offical looking govt issue hazmat badge.

"Just picked it up last month. Pretty cool huh? Shrivels up them schphinters real quick," she said with a chuckle.

"Fine. I want this place ready for feds to come in with their forensics team by tomorrow," said the vampire as he glanced around at the other agents who began to report in.

"12 hours man. S'all my shit needs to do it's job. Count on me," said Phil as she yanked up on her walkie talkie and started to bark orders into it at her containment team.

Rhodes turned to the team members, pushing in on his earpiece to radio those lagging behind.

Phils team had begun to circle the building. Several men carried large firehose looking apparatus' and began spraying the exterior of the building with a foamy compound. The compound would harden in minutes to a rock like substance, creating an airtight seal. Upon "containment" another hose from one of the tractor trailers would pump a specially designed chemical agent that would dissolve on contact, any organic substance...aka zombie flesh and any latent biochemical agents.

"Ok. Listen up folks, containment has this scene. We need to focus on the new objective. Mainly the guarded compound from the intel we picked up from the bogies here. FVZA will need to check in with their command to facilitate a forensics scene here. We on the other hand will be long gone on our way to the compound. We need all the intel and data on that position within the hour," said Rhodes as he quickly changed mags on his mp5.


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Cyber78
Posted: Dec 9 2008, 04:39 AM


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Miller was lounging at a Starbucks enjoying the free wi-fi and overpriced coffee, reflecting on what had just happened at the mall when he received a call from none other than the enigmatic John Doe Sr.

"I've already done your dirty job, this call had better be worth my time." Answered Miller irritably.

The voice on the other line paused and then said, "Omega requires your services once again."

Miller with a slight tone of anger in his voice, "Find someone else to do it, I just got off the job. I'm through with you people."

"That's not a problem at all, however the person we send might not show as much discretion with your agents as you'd like." Said John Doe Sr.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You'd better start talking some God damn sense before I find wherever the hell you are and..." Began Miller before being cut off by the man on the other end.

"Our men in the NSA have informed me that the FVZA-Order joint force is about to launch an assault on the headquarters of our fingermen on this job." He said.

"So? Didn't you plan for them to take out those Russians from the start? Because if that's the case then I don't see what you need me to do, just let my agents take care of the Russian compound and everyone goes home happy. The Russians get to die thinking they're heroes, the FVZA and the Order get to go home thinking they've destroyed the source of all these outbreaks, and I get to go home in time to catch a new episode of the Simpsons." Explained Miller.

"Yes but there's one slight problem with that assumption. These are government agents and vampires, they're bound to try to take some prisoners and recover evidence." Said the voice.

"And your point? None of them have any idea what's going on, they all think that they're fighting American imperialism or something. Not to mention all their gear is shit that they could've plausibly gotten off of a rogue or corrupt general of one of the old Soviet Republics." Said Miller.

"The problem is that this strain of the virus has been altered since I myself stole it from the Soviets at Lazo back in 1967. It was worked on further at the Santa Rosa Institute. Normally this wouldn't be a problem since it's still similar to what they've got stored at Moscow and it would be passed off as some corrupt general selling it on the side, but the FVZA still has this specific strain on record. It's classified and it's not very well known about, but if they capture the liaison alive he could give away information that could lead them to believe it's an American made viral strain rather than an old Soviet one. If they begin to investigate the possibility of it being an American strain then the whole show falls apart, all this nonsense of hiring Russian loonies will have been for nothing and we'll have the whole public knowing that there's a conspiracy." He explained.

"Alright, when I get back to FVZA HQ I'll see if I can't do anything people looking into Santa Rosa's classified projects if they get tipped off. But there's only so much I can do if they begin to suspect it's one of our own strains." Said Miller.

"We can't let them have any indication in the first place. We need you to kill the liaison, the one that we sold the whole bio-warfare playkit to. He's the link back to us, he doesn't know exactly who he bought the weapons from, he thinks he bought it from a retired Soviet general or something, but anyone with half a brain that interrogates him can probably figure out that the Soviet general he bought it from doesn't actually exist, he was nothing more than an actor we borrowed from the CIA. The liaison's name is Silayev, silence him before the FVZA or the Order gets to him. I don't want him telling them anything." Ordered the man.

"Alright, but Omega's gonna owe me big time for this gig. Send me the tactical details on my laptop." Replied Miller before hanging up. A minute later he recieved an e-mail with a cornocopia of information ranging from satellite images of the facility to arrangements for him to infiltrate.




A hundred miles later and thirty two thousand feet in the air Miller was riding in the back of a C-17 Globemaster III cargo plane flying towards the target compound. The pilot's were under orders to fly at the altitude they were at and to keep all their navigation lights on so as to look like ordinary civilian airliner traffic by keeping just outside of the no-fly zone that was in effect. As soon as the plane came within twenty miles of the target Miller jumped out the troop door in the aft of the plane, spread his arms and legs to reveal a winglike webbing connecting them, and then activated the small jet engine on his backside.

Omega sure has some cool toys to play with, but I sure as hell am not trained for this sort of thing... thought Miller as he raced forwards towards his target at high speeds, soaring across the sky like a superhero of some sort.

When he saw the target compound in the middle of a channel he quickly killed the throttle on the jet engine and began to freely glide in before finally coming to a landing on the roof of a small building. Within minutes he had disembarked from the powered wingsuit, and was in combat gear ready to go with an M468 assault strapped to his back his M1911 with a silencer to his hip, and a Raptor knife in his boot. He set the self destruct timer on the wingsuit for fifteen minutes and he then lept off the side of the building to land atop a dumpster, the noise of said landing drawing the attention of one of the guards.

As the guard approached Miller quickly took cover in the shadows on the other side of the dumpster while pulling out the Raptor knife. When the guard came around Miller sprung out from the shadow with his knife to the guard's throat and began to do an on the spot interogation, "You guys have got some nice gear. Where'd you get it?"

"It was Silayev, he handles our weapons purchases." Said the guard in a thick Russian accent.

"And where is this Silayev, I think I'd like to meet him." Said Miller, his face obscured by a mask and nightvision goggles.

"He arriving by boat in ten minutes." Said the guard.

"Good to know." Commented Miller before he punched the guard unconscious and then placed the body in the dumpster.


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Rhodes
Posted: Dec 9 2008, 11:46 AM


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((OOC: LOVE your timing Cyber..heeheh))


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AgentBenson
Posted: Dec 13 2008, 09:19 PM


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Eric was with the others as they ehaded towards the safe zone preparing for htioerlnext mission. "Man when i get back to florida my girlfreind is gonna be on the edge of her seat when i told her how my business trip was"


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What was that? You can't believe you just got your ass kicked by a four eyed nut job?...What? Oh, you think I'm your daddy.

IT'S OVER 9000 !!!!!
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O_O
Posted: Dec 14 2008, 04:29 AM


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((I'm really hoping we get there while Miller's still there. The plot would be like custard after that. Also, woot for obscure analogies!!))

Ray was the second to arrive. "This is escalating pretty quickly, do you think we should we call in backup?" He checked his arm. Still broken, but the cast was still solid.
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Cyber78
Posted: Dec 15 2008, 03:13 AM


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OOC: Yeah, Miller will be sticking around for a while.


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Judder
Posted: Dec 17 2008, 04:01 PM


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OOC: Sweetness....glad to have you back man.)


"No ya don't" Judder snarls as he pushes the agent away from him.

"Just leave it there i'll patch myself up."




The agent steps forward again to patch the wound up.

"Dammit Rhodes tell these guys to leave me alone with the shit to fix myself...i dont like people touching me."



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Rhodes
Posted: Dec 17 2008, 10:51 PM


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Rhodes pulled out his pda from his pocket as he shot a warning glance at the agent trying to perform medical services to Judder.

"Leave him be. He's had worse holes playing footsie in Sing-Sing with Bubba Ray Jim Bob. He'll be fine in a few pints," he barked as he tapped on his device.

Grumbling he glanced around before doing a quick 360 lookaround.

"Ok. How many able bodies do we have rolling outta here to put the final nail, hopefully in this shitty coffin?" he asked looking around calculating.


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Abnet
Posted: Dec 17 2008, 11:07 PM


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"I'll go along. I want to see the looks on their faces once we bring these bastards down." Leon said, reloading his rifle. "Marlowe can stay here and help out with containment."

(OOC: I can hand over Marlowe if anybody is sticking around at the mall. Or I could just switch characters every once in a while. Whatever works.)


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“Keats and Yeats may be on your side, but I’m on Morrissey’s. Therefore, you fucking lose.” - Oscar Wilde
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AgentBenson
Posted: Dec 19 2008, 02:20 AM


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i'm ready to kick some ass rhodes...


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O_O
Posted: Dec 19 2008, 08:50 PM


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"I'm game." Ray said, checking his clip "I'm a little low, but I can manage."
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