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Post by Noah on Jan 18, 2009 17:23:30 GMT -5
Noah slipped through the shadows, following the MPD officers. His CB headset was tuned into their frequency allowing him to follow their actions, hoping they would lead him to Sarpek. Luckily these idiots were too used to cushy, safe life inside the MPD's police stations that they didn't watch their backs or try to sneak through the zed infested streets.
In his other ear was the headset for the matching radio that he had given the DJ.
"DJ, come in, DJ, do you read me? I'm tailing the MPD officers sent in to reinforce the current task force. Sarpek's reported location is nineteen blocks north and five blocks east of the bar. I repeat, nineteen blocks north, five blocks east. Over."
The MPD had set up a cordone around the warehouse. Noah radioed in to the DJ again
"DJ, The MPD have secured the area, I'll make a diversion if you can get in and revive Sarpek."
Noah pulled out a cell-phone. It had a single number that he had never called. He had once saved a PKers ass in a tight spot with twenty zeds and a jammed shotgun. He had said he would return the favor sometime. Now was the time to call it in.
"Hey, this is Noah, yeah, that Noah. If you and any of your buddies want a go at some easy MPD meat, come to the factory at..."
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