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| Tweet Topic Started: May 2 2012, 07:43 PM (311 Views) | |
| Isador | May 2 2012, 07:43 PM Post #1 |
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Isadora saw the cargo ship on radar. marlena was locked and loaded, and isadora opened the hatch. looking at the shattered cargo ship, isadora took a deep breath, and jumped, drifting towards the ship. Moments passed until she touched the hull. Noticing that tyre front was smashed, she decided to enter from there. |
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| Isador | May 5 2012, 08:29 PM Post #11 |
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"This outta be fun." Isadora spoke to herself. A brief moment of silence took hold as she thought of her plan for what to do. The one hallway she could see was across from her, and it the only place she could think to check first. Heading toward the hallway, she noticed that it was a long hall with only one alley branching off. This was her perfect position to wait. Strapping Marlena's stock on, she laid prone as she drew her bi-pod and laid it on the floor. Checking the scope for any ticks, she lowered the power to 10, for the hallway wasn't long enough that she would need any higher. She could be waiting for a few minutes, if any. She took out one of her cigarette, and put it in her mouth. She the feel of it put her at east, and also sharpened her focus, as she waited in the long hallway. |
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| Greil | May 6 2012, 04:38 PM Post #12 |
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The first of a team of three, Rocco, stepped slowly towards the corner of the hallway. He checked every part with his flashlight, his rifle raised to bear. He dreaded turning the corner; he knew the hallway beyond it was very long and they were nearing Young's station. If she killed Young, what can I do? thought the grunt. Still, he breathed deeply, checked his rifle, and after a second of motivation, quickly turned the corner. He barely caught a glimpse of a figure at the far end of the hall, but he didn't want to take a chance. He leaped to the side, into the beginnings of a sideways somersault. His bound was too slow, though, and a slug ripped through his right arm. He landed on the ground, barely behind the cover of a beam. "Fuck!" he yelled, grabbing his mangled arm. He kicked his assault rifle over to the other two on his team, who had taken cover behind the corner of the hallway, and pulled out his sidearm. The first of his team stuck his rifle out to spray some rounds down the hallway. The second of his team readied two grenades, one flashbang and one fragmentation. He threw the flashbang first, then the frag two seconds later. Rocco leaned out from cover, struggling to aim his sidearm with his non-dominant hand. He laid down cover fire as best he could, but was terribly inaccurate. The other two began charging down the hall the second the first grenade went off. They held their rifles high, placing dozens of shots down the hall. |
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| Isador | May 6 2012, 07:44 PM Post #13 |
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After one successful shot rang out into the hall, She saw as bullets started to fly all around her. The bullets stopped for a moment, as one of the men threw what looked to be a flash grenade. Thinking quickly, she held onto her gun, and shot into the other room using her jet boots. The distinct sound of a flash went off, and the room lit up. A second later, the sound of another projectile hit the ground. Bullets again rang out into the hall, and an explosion went off, Isadora was lucky to have gotten out. The sound of two people running echoed into the hall, as they continued to fire into the hall. Looking up, the room had a high ceiling, perfect for flanking the unsuspecting assailants. Popping around the corner, she sprayed a burst of smg towards them, before turning back, and climbing the wall up. Reloading, she tucked the empty magazine in her pocket, making no noise whatsoever. Now she was waiting again, waiting for them to come out to check where she was. |
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| Greil | May 7 2012, 06:50 PM Post #14 |
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Jorge stopped firing to reload his rifle, and for the first time could see the hallway without the hectic pace of firing. "Hold!" he yelled to his companion. "What?" the merc asked. "Look. She's gone." Jorge explained. "Rocco, call Mirca for some reinforcements." Rocca put in the call, and Mirca's rough voice replied "We're all coming to your position. Hold there." With that, the two mercs took defensive positions. Rocco still held his sidearm to bear down the hall, and Jorge waited for the rest of his team. |
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| Isador | May 7 2012, 10:03 PM Post #15 |
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Isadora heard the men talk, and what she heard wasn't good news. Going to the entrance, she dropped down, and picked up her rifle, and attached the stock again to it. The more people they had against them, the worse it would be. "Now or never." She said to herself, as she again climbed up the wall. This time, going to the corner of the hallway, and looked down the hallway at the men ready for a fight. Taking a breath, she let out two shots toward them, followed by three more in succession. Waiting for any moment that they would retaliate. Edited by Isador, May 7 2012, 10:04 PM.
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| Greil | May 9 2012, 05:36 PM Post #16 |
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OOC: Ok dude, you can kill some of them if you want. Rocco let fire his pistol, sending 15 rounds down the hall in only a few seconds. The other two teammates did the same with their rifles, all of them holding their positions, leaning slightly out of cover. "How far out are you?" Rucca asked Mirca. "We're at the life support room. 30 seconds." Rucco reloaded, and kept firing through his last clip. When that was empty, he leaped over to where he had kicked his rifle. Edited by Greil, May 9 2012, 05:36 PM.
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