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 Seattle, Washington, Operation Vanity Yardsale
Cyber78
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 12:16 AM


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Unsuprisingly for Seattle in December, snow covered the ground like a blanket, and the wind whipped off the lake at what felt like supersonic speeds. All in all, it was a typical day in Seattle, frickin cold and an uncomfortable amount of precipitation. Just like being back home years ago.

Due to the snowstorms that had been ravaging the nation, most of the agents assigned to the case had flown in on one of the few flights we could get out to the city.

5:00pm: After arriving at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport with the rest of the agents I proceeded to a hanger where a FedEx plane was being kept after having flown in a few hours prior. It was through them that we'd shipped out the weapons that the agents had checked out and had sent out to them seeing as we couldn't be carrying long barrel weaponry aboard civilain flights, just our pistols which we kept well concealed.

Upon arriving at the hanger to pick up my shotgun for the mission before they delivered to the hotel I confirmed my identity and recieved my Remington. But before I went off I decided it'd be best to check over what weapons had been shipped out, I was pretty curious as to what everyone had chosen, rifle or shotgun. Seamed that we had about twenty shotguns shipped out, along with ten Winchesters. Personally I felt that was a pretty good mix, and at least nobody was dumb enough to try using automatic weapons out here.

6:00pm: Once I'd recieved my rental van (a Chevrolet Express) from AVIS, I proceeded to go on to hop on to route to the FBI building to the north with a bunch of agents in back. Considering the traffic I'd say I made good time when I got there an hour later.

7:00pm: By the time I'd arrived at the FBI building the nightsky had gone dark, the moon being gone, and the stars covered by ominous clouds that warned of more of what Frosty was made of. When we entered we presented our ID's to the receptionist and got a point in the direction of where the zombies had been held. That's where it got interesting.



You see, it was no simple task trying to explain to the FBI agents that we weren't looking at Dawn in the Dead in the making. Ok so maybe we were to an extent, but I'll be damned if I was just going to let them panic about it. Sure made me wish that guys like Mulder and women like Scully actually worked for the Bureau.

"Hey wait a minute... weren't you the third baseman on your agency's softball team last year?" Asked one of the FBI agents.

"Yeah..." I responded as I scratched my head.

"I remember you, you were that guy wh-" Said another agent as his face lightened up from a memory of his right as I cut him off...

"Right, somebody called about a zombie problem?" I butted in before the agent could announce what happened at last year's inter-agency softball game right in front of my co-workers who weren't around for last year's team.

"Yeah that, they said that you and your boys were supposed to help us move these loonies to the nearest airport and then it's not our problem anymore." Answered the first FBI agent.

"That's the plan alright. Now let's get ready to move some Z's." I said to the FBI agents as I cracked my neck.


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Judge Khan
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 12:31 AM


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The snowstorm seemed like a gentle breeze after a year spent in the Antarctic. After picking up his Remington from the supply plane and stowing it safely in the trunk of his car (a battered old Delta 88), Judge had driven to the FBI building to meet up with the rest of the agents.

As he drove, Judge thought back over the past undead free year, about how it felt to be back in the game, and about how he was getting too old for this shit.

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Judge parked the car and got out. He headed towards the main entrance of the FBI's Seattle branch, and went inside. He spotted Agent Miller speaking to what appeared to be a standard FBI agent (why did those guys all look alike to him?) and went over to see what was what...
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Adminbot3000
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 12:40 AM


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Templar
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 12:58 AM


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Vincent sat on a plush chair, sitting beside a roaring fire within Seamus's office. The other vampire was pouring the two of them a drink of a very dark crimson drink into two highball glasses as the pack leader fiddled with his new knee brace. The nurse had placed the crutch onto him when they finally got a chance to stop when they arrived in the city two days ago. Snarling at the thing, Vincent rolled down his pant leg back down. It would have to do for now.

The bloodsucker had to change out of his trademark suit (which he was very angry about) and into some stolen winter BDU's Seamus had lying around. The jacket was hung up on the back of the chair and Vincent was sitting there in a tactical black t-shirt, white camouflage cargo pants and a pair of combat boots. A cigar was in-between his right index and middle fingers, the smoke lazily drifting from the tobacco into the upper reaches of the office’s ceiling. Vincent’s right elbow was resting on the same side knee and his eyes were looking into the fire.

“So,” Seamus said from next to him, handing his old friend a glass of the liquid, “That’s what happened in Montana eh? I’m sorry about Daakan but the higher-ups are not going to like that Vincent… that is strike number two for you. You fail another mission…” the vampire trailed off.

“I know Seamus, I know. I came to you for a reason. I know you can get the Lord’s off my back and supply me and my men with something I can clear my name with.” Vincent replied, taking a sip of his macabre beverage.

Seamus was silent for a while, thinking of what his old friend could mean. Then a slight smile came to his face.

“I’ll have it prepared immediately.” The vampire said, scampering off into his warehouse.


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Roncas
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 01:06 AM


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Fucking cold weather.

I hated the cold weather. I grew up in the swamps and winter was always in the 40s. fucking cold but not this damn cold. I had just grabbed my pistol and a shotgun, no point in bringing the m16 in this overly populated city. I loaded in with miller and smoked a cig, a habit I have been meaning to break for some time now. I hated these long drives and I hated dealing with the FBI. Always thought I was crazy.

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We arrived an hour later and miller was remberencing about last years softball game, which I read up on, and laughed. We were suppose to transport some zeds elsewhere but I knew what we were going to do. Take them out back and shoot them in the head. No way these guys were going to be released into civilian life.
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Cyber78
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 01:16 AM


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"Alright ladies and gents, here's how I'm thinking we do this. What we'll do is release each zed from the cell one at a time, knock it down, tie it down to a cot, and then repeat until all of them are tied down to cots. From there we carry them off into the van, have one guy drive and a couple guys with shotguns pointed at the bitey little bastards just incase. Once we get them down to the airport and loaded on the plane it'll be the CDC and USAF Security Force's problem as to how they get down to New Mexico." I explained as I pulled out a roll of duct tape.

Personally I would've rather just taken them out back and shot them, but for some reason the Santa Rosa Institute wanted these guys live and fresh.


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Rhodes
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 01:22 AM


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A small fishing trawler appears from the misty waters. Standing on the front of the boat deck, a tall slim figure stands in a peacoat with a large canvas duffle bag slung across his back. His face is partially obstructed by a large brimmed hat.
The frigid wind whips about his booted feet. As the boat groans against the dock, the captain steps out from the control room via a small side door.

"Aye. Here we be. Seattle in all its glory. You be needin' anythin else?"

Shaking his head, the man stepped lightly from the boat onto the slippery dock. The scent of a fish processing plant filled the air as if it were a wet blanket. It assaulted the nostrils of the stranger.

"Happy huntin then friend," said the bushy bearded captain as he put the boat in reverse.

"Aye. That I will. Thanks for the lift," replied the tall man as the boat swung around and headed back out into the murky waters.

Heaving the large bag on his back, the stranger glanced around. Pulling his coat closer about his neck, he noticed several others of his 'kind' puttering around. One threw his head back in acknowledgement. The stranger glided silently over to the small group of night stalkers.

"I'm looking to do a little hunting. Any work around these parts?"

One of them looked him up and down momentarily.

"Yeah. Maybe. We heard some jobs were opening soon. S'why were all here. You got a name buddy?" asked the one vamp.

"Rhodes."

"Is that your first or last name?"

"Nunya," Rhodes replied with a slightly annoyed look, "Rhodes is enough."

Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes, the vampire turned away from Rhodes and went back to leaning against the wall of a dock building.



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Jay
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 01:27 AM


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The car was about 5 miles out from Seattle when the phone rang. The occupant of the car - Jay - was at first confused by the unfamiliar ringtone of the cellphone in his pocket.

This isn't my ringtone. What the hell?

He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. Then he remembered about the phone he had stolen from one of the dead vampires in Montana.

After Jay's transformation, he had wandered through the woods of Montana, attempting to come to grips with his new status as vampire, whilst tracking the somewhat diminished pack of bloodsuckers commanded by Vincent Citzamimual. His wandering led him to a cave that had been recently abandoned by the pack. All that he had found were some dirty bandaged and mangled corpses. Stuck without a clue as to where the pack had gone, Jay returned to the battlefield where he had been bitten. The place had appeared to be cleared of all of the bodies, but careful examination had turned up a headless vampire corpse. Jay had despoiled it of all its valuables, including its mobile phone. Running through the text messages, the most recent message, sent from Vincent himself, seemed to order as many vampires as possible that were in the area to make for Seattle, Washington, mentioning also a guy named Seamus. With a plan in mind, Jay had followed.

He checked the message on the stolen phone. It looked like it had been sent to all vampires in the area.

Meet at docks? Interesting. Better get Sammi to arm me up, first.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by an "Ah, excuse me?" from the back seat. Jay turned around and looked at the hitchhiker in the back seat.

"Yes, what?"
"Dude, you just passed my stop."
"Oh, sorry."

Jay pulled the car over but made no attempt to do a u-turn.

"Hello?"

He was feeling hungry anyway.

In a quick motion, Jay spun around and buried his fist in the side of the hitchhiker's head, shattering the temple bones and killing the man instantly. With the guy out, he'd have no distractions while he fed.

Vincent... here I come...
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Randall
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 03:26 AM


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"Maybe I should get a toupee..."

Randall was sitting on the cold ground, his back against a dock building. He was running his hand though his sliiming hair while keeping an eye on the rat he held in the other one.

He had ben waiting at the docks for wuite ahile, waiting for any word from the higher-ups. Next to him and his duffle bag lay a pile of dead rats, drained of blood. He had been playing with them before feasting on them for the last couple hours. Now he was bored.

"Sorry little guy."

With a quick movement he brought the rat to his mouth to feed, quickly draining its blood. He could see a few other vampires looking in disgust, the very idea of feeding off a rat disgusting to them.

Shrugging them off he threw the rat into his pile and got to his feet, grabbed his duffle bag and went off to find someplace better to hang out. Maybe he could find out what was going on while he was at it.
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Roncas
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 03:48 AM


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"Why the fuck should we bring zeds to a populated airport? These CDC guys are idiots. We should bring them to the nearest military base and move them from there. Ah. nevermind. I don't have the clearence to make a decision like that anyway. Oh but the Director of Operations isn't going to hear the end of this from me."

The cold weather had put me in a bad mood and to top it off they want us to bring these zeds to a POPULATED airport. I always hated how our agencies take the cheapest way instead of getting us a military airplane for something like this. I was quite disappointed in these actions.

"Bah, for give me. Cold weather makes me agrivated."

I decided to walk ahead to the holding room and examine the live specimens. Their rotting bodies were in the first stages of decomposition. The pugent smell of rotten flesh was starting to fill the roomand it made me gag. Lucky for us they were still strapped down so taking them to the vechicles would be a simple task.

Well... I am going to spend a nice little vacation in bayous after this cold weather.
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Templar
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 03:49 AM


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Vincent strode down the hallway to the stockroom where they were keeping their hostage. Reaching the end of the corridor, the pack leader turned the handle and entered the room. Inside Yuri was standing guard, a machete held tight in his right hand. Seeing his leader, he saluted casually.

"Wait outside." Vincent said dismissively. Yuri followed orders and stood guard outside the door.

"Hello Judder." The vampire said with a stern look on his face as the door slammed behind Yuri.


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Judder
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 04:00 AM


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A starkly bruised Judder brings his head from on his chest as he hears Vincent's voice.
His arms are bound through the chair and they are shackled in several places. The dank smelling room reeks of sweat and general filth.
Judder looks at Vincent with bloodshot ruemy swelled-up eyes. "You can shoot me, stab me, or kill me, Just dont bore me" Judder spits in Vincent's direction.


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Cyber78
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 04:03 AM


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"We're taking them to the Boeing Field, it's much closer, much less populated, and we sure as hell are not even going through the terminals. We'll literally pull the van right up to an air force cargo plane and unload them right there, so I doubt we'll have problems." I said as the stench of the zeds poured out of the holding room.


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Templar
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 04:15 AM


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The spit falls short as it splatters onto the cement floor of the storeroom. The weakened agent could barely do anything. Smiling, the bloodsucker smelled that familiar odor of brothership between the two of them.

Vincent remembered thier travel here. He was starving and... well... the two teeth marks in the side of the agent's neck was a testiment to his deed.

"Feel different Judder? Feel... alive?"



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Tsumari
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 04:27 AM


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Alan was actually quite at home in the cold. Admittedly, the wind off of the water rivaled any winter he'd ever been through in Colorado, but it didn't bother him significantly and his "lucky" brown jacket was more effective than one would suppose on first inspection, and was combined with a pedigree based in the Scottish Highlands.

He felt a bit better after hearing John's explanation of the transportation plan, though he did still agree that a military transport would be safer...

But even more than that, he was worried about the original cause of the outbreak. Something told him that homeless guy the cops had put down hadn't been the proverbial "Patient Zero" in this situation. That is why he had come.

"Sir, will we need all of this manpower just to get the zeds to the DZ? We might make better use of our time if myself and maybe one or two other agents split off and begin the investigation right away. After all, it's only two."

He indicated to the rental Hyundai Sonata parked outside that he had followed behind the others to the FBI building in. He was starting to feel a rush of blood to his head, like the feeling that he was some sort of movie star. This was his first mission, and he was quite anxious to get down to business


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Judder
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 04:28 AM


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Judder looks at Vincent with unknowing contempt.
"Yeah man, I feel different"
Judder fights against his restraints.
"I feel like kickin your scrony ass"
Blood and sweat beads off of Judder's yellowish pale face as he screams the words out.
"Where is your bitch ass freind at?" "Im gonna rip his head off and shit down his neck."

At the mention of Yuri, Yuri steps into the room and smacks Judder in the head.
"Shut up you bastard" As quickly as he enters Yuri leaves the room.

With that finished Judder's head collapses back onto his chest where the bullet proof vest has fallen open to reveal where Yuri has dragged the machetes in several V shaped patterns up and down.



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Jay
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 05:04 AM


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Jay's car pulled up outside a suburban house not far from the Seattle docks. The vampire stepped out of the car, carrying a large sports bag that appeared to be very heavy. As he knocked on the door, he felt a pang of apprehension at the thought that the occupant of this house might notice his... problem, and attempt to kill him.

Too late for that now.

The door flung wide open, and an attractive woman of average height stood in the doorway and surveyed the visitor.

"Jay? That you?" Jay grinned back, careful not to show his fangs.
"Yeah, it's me. How's it going, Sammi?"
"Pretty well, actually. Come in, I just put some coffee on."

Two minutes later, Jay was sitting in a living room across from Samantha Wilkinson, aka Sammi, the head of armaments in the USA for his organisation (OOC: Not his as such, he belongs to it), complete with a cup of coffee in his hand. Sammi looked him up and down.
"Your little... assignment going well?"
Jay took a sip of his coffee before answering.
"You already know that."
"Yes. You can't blame me for trying out some small talk, can you?" It was always like this. Jay had to constantly remind himself that the blonde sitting opposite him was an incredible intellect, not to mention a font of knowledge about guns.
"You know why I'm here?" he asked.
"I assume you need weapons or ammo."
"Yes, but I also have something for you."
"Oh?" Sammi leaned forward slightly. Though she tried to hide it, Jay knew she was curious. He opened the bag he had brought in, and tossed her a Remington 700 rifle and a .50 Magnum.
"Yours. Now, I need some ammo, and a rifle."
"Got it," replied Sammi, who promptly rummaged through the bag. "What are you carrying, apart from Tim? Oh, the GLOCKs. What's this? An HKPSG-1? Classy..."

Jay exited the building an hour and a half later, replete with a new set of weaponry (will add later). As he opened the car door, he heard Sammi ask quietly,
"When did you turn?"
Jay turned around with a haunted look in his eyes.
"A couple of days ago. How did you know?"
"I just do. It's obvious. Jay - godspeed."
"Thanks, Sammi." And with that, Jay slid into his car and drove away.
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Zippo
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 05:28 AM


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Zippo stomped off his boots in the Boeing Field terminal. The corps had seen fit to recall him for a quick mission in Iraq. Now he had had to fly all the way to damn Seattle without stopping to see his wife. Now he was waiting for Sgt. Morgan to return with the keys to a USAF veihcle. The thin man came out of the garage and tossed him a beat-up set of keys, "That's all I got left Sam, they're to the only MUTT left on the lot."

"Jesus H. Christ!" He mumbled as he pulled his Mackinaw's collar up, buttoning it over the green ACU fatigues.

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A freezing trip later he got out of the open jeep in front of the FBI building. At least I found goggles, Sam thought as he pulled them up on his hat. Inside he brushed the snow off his hat and jacket surprising the agents nearby. His newly rebuilt Colt hung at his hip, "Which way'd the FVZA fellers go?"

"That way," one stammered.

Sam clomped down the hall looking as dismal as possible until he came upon John and a crowd of other agents including one that was smoking, it didn't mask the rotting smell but nothing did.

"What's goin down John?" Sam asked in his mild Erie accent.


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Agent Armor
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 08:56 PM


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Shaking my head to try to clear the jetlag still troubling me, I approached the group trailing a little behind Zippo.

"Guh...hate flying" I muttered to myself.

I couldn't help but shudder, both at the thought of what was coming, and at the smell I was just starting to catch hold of.

Zombies.

I'd only smelled that once before. And seen those hellish things that once. I wasn't gonna like this. But I knew I needed to butch up and do my job.

I removed my sunglasses and pulled my black suede coat a little tighter around me, fighting off the chill from outside.

"Good morning, gents"
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Cyber78
Posted: Dec 9 2006, 10:39 PM


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"Ah.... good mornin' to you too Joel..." I said as I checked my watch. It was 7:23 pm.

"Anyhow Sam, the plan is to just strap these Z's to these cots and then we carry them out to the van." I explained to Zippo.

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About hours time later the zedheads were strapped down to their gots, and I was praying that the duct tape would hold. We'd gotten them loaded into the van, with me driving to Boeing Field and the rest of the gents in back with their guns pointed at the rotting fleshbags in back. Such a shame that zombies didn't just fall asleep when you took them for a ride, I heard that worked with kids all the time.

By the time we'd gotten to the airport the duct tape was starting to look like it'd snap anytime, I was hoping the AF security guys had something else to restrain them with. After presenting my ID to the guys at the gate I thanked the FSM that they didn't ask to look at what we were carrying, and we continued out to the runway where a C-17 Globemaster was waiting with a full complement of several security guys, each armed with shiny new looking M4's. I did a quick three-point turnabout so that our back door was lined up with the back cargo ramp of the plane and put the van in park.

"So, you boys ever handled a zombie before?" I asked the USAF security troopers as I stepped out of the van.

"We've been very successful in wargames against a variety of special forces. So I'm sure we can handle whatever 'zombie' is a codephrase for." Answered their leader.

"Uh huh, so you ever seen a special forces guy survive a full magizine to the torso?" I asked.

"No that's quite impossible, and I strongly doubt that you're carrying anybody that can" Said the leader while I opened up the rear door of the van.

Deciding it was time to demonstrate to these guys what they were dealing with, I pulled out one of the cots on to the runway and pulled out my handgun.

"Alright then, I'll bet you ten dollars that I can fire my entire magizine at one of these things torsos and it'll be just like I hadn't." I said as I pulled out a ten dollar bill from my pocket.

"I don't think you're supposed to be shooting prisoners, but I'll take that bet." The security man responds.

That's when as I said I would, I emptied my entire mag upon the zombie who I'd placed on the runway. The thing continued to squirm around as if I'd merely tickled it.

"What the hell..." said the leader in awe.

"Like I said, zombie. Now pay up." I said as I put my money back in my pocket and held out my hand, waiting for the cash the security guy had just lost.


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