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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 18, 2008 17:01:46 GMT -5
((Get it straight, PFC. Asker's on the airborne troop carrier and you're on the roof with the landed copter.))
The helmet man's phone buzzes. He answers it, then hands the phone to PFC.
"This is Asker. We can carry one civilian as long as they are not infected. Tourists and military personnel are a different story."
The rooftop doors bust open and the DJ, Sarpek, and Alex runs in. Just as they enter, some NecroTech elites aim their assault rifles at the 3.
The DJ shoots out, "Woah! Didn't know this was a private party here..."
Asker continues on the phone. "And Private. It's best that we get you and your men out of here. It's, shall we say...Top secret. Who knows? We might be able to help you regain some lost memories."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 18, 2008 17:50:57 GMT -5
((I thought welbert jumped out. i didn't know we were being so accurate now. Thought drama was important as well))
PFC forces himself to his feet. He sees the three civilians that have helped him out thus far, and he also sees the Necrotech elites aiming at them. He takes the phone from the man. He throws a look at his group. They spring into action and take a few of the elites by surprise. PFC grabs the Helmet Man, and, limping, leads him into the helicopter with a pistol to the man's neck.
"Welbert, this is PFC. I have control over your men as of right now. If you do not meet my demands, I will kill all of them...then use this chopper to hunt you down." Dead silence buzzes in on the other line. "My friends will be evacuated, and dropped off at a hospital to recover. You will take me and my squad to wherever it is that you can give me back my memory. I don't want more dead Welbert, you did help us. But all three of them come, I will not pick just one. Do you copy?"
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Post by albub on Sept 18, 2008 21:55:31 GMT -5
Alex drops under the line of fire of the rifleman and slides across the gravel rooftop, taking the man's feet out from under him. While they're on the ground Alex hits the man's testicles, hard. He pulls out the man's combat knife and sticks it up against his ribs.
"My friend, you can call me names, you can insult my brothers, but I will not tolerate you pointing a fucking gun at me. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to try and hurt any of your friends, but tell them to put their rifles down. I am not comfortable with the way you mercenary types act when you're cornered. It's like you all idolize Rambo or some video game character."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 19, 2008 13:48:59 GMT -5
Asker replies on the phone.
"I hear you just fine. That is why the copter on the rooftop over there is radio controlled. And I have the controlls, my friend. Don't believe me? Why don't you take a look at that dummy in the pilot seat?"
The DJ overhears the conversation.
"What do you mean, all 3 of us come??!? I'm a U.S. citizen!!! I'm just a tourist who was in the wrong place at the wrong time!!! Heck, I don't even remember why I'm in Britian in the first place!!!"
((Malton is in Britain, right? Moving on...))
The DJ flashes a ragged United States passport.
Asker continues on the phone.
"Besides, if you think you have control of my men, you have another thing coming."
In the horizon, a group of troop carriers, estimating about 20, can be seen arriving on scene. As they get closer, the NecroTech logo on all of the copters become more and more visible.
"And have you also forgotten about the men at the lower levels cleaning up the place?"
In 15 minutes, about 20 men barges in onto the rooftop.
"And I also have four AH-64s in the sky awaiting commands. Or have you not looked up lately? So I ask you again, PFC. Who has control of the situation here again?"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 19, 2008 14:36:55 GMT -5
Sarpek pulls out a used and abused PDA, which still amazingly works. It has several bulky ad-ons attached to it, and is mostly wrapped in black Electrical tape. He pulls out a small joystick, and attatches it, pressing the screen several times. The PDA beeps and twitters, arguing with the control system for the hovering copter, finally capturing the link. Sarpek flashes a Necrotech ID with his picture on it to the DJ, and the other Necrotech troops. "I managed to get myself hired. So, I'd better get out of here." He leaps into the copter, and fiddles with the PDA. THe chopper rises into the sky, and off over the suburbs.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 19, 2008 14:41:49 GMT -5
His team using the captured elites as shields, they stare down the newcomers. Even with the meat shield in front of them, they couldn't take the troop carriers on the way. His radio buzzes in. "External to PFC, we have help on the way to your position. 3 C-130 gunships, with escort." PFC smiles. "PFC to External, Necrotech armed forces have us surrounded on the roof of a hotel nearby Fort Creedy. A show of force may be necessary." A few moments pass....
In the distance, the approaching Necrotech forces grow closer. A large barrage of fire centers on the group, taking down most of them. THe few that remain swing around to meet the threat, and manage to bring one C-130 down. The escorts, small, unmanned aircraft normally used as recon drones, quickly deal with the remainder of the carriers. "Oh shit..." PFC hears one of the Ah-64 pilots freak out, and turn tail. Another follows. THe other two hold their ground.
"Welbert, we can all die here, or you can run with my deal. I can still call them off." PFC looks over to the DJ. "You're American? I didn't really care about what you did afterwards,I just wanted to get you out of here. If you want to stay, that's fine with me. Next flight direct to the US may be awhile past this...."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 19, 2008 22:13:41 GMT -5
Asker answers oon the phone.
"Why don't you listen to this. Pilot. Pass me the radio."
PFC's radio buzzes in.
"External Mil. This is Welbert Asker, CEO of NecroTech Worldwide. ID number niner five seven forty eight. This apocalpyse was our mess in the first place, and this mess is our responsibility to clean up. If you remember the news from the first days of this outbreak, and I quote, 'NecroTech armed forces have begun assisting the military in the clean-up.' If you wish to clean this mess up yourself without scientific expert help, then by all means blow us to bits. So if our evac mission is ruined, you'll have to deal with a lot more zombies then before."
A few seconds have passed. Then, the radio buzzes in again.
"External Mil here. The C-130s will be circling the area until evac has been completed."
Asker returns to the phone.
"See? Even the military is in full cooperation with us. Now if you excuse me..."
Asker hacks Sarpek's controls and flies the copter back to the building. The loudspeaker booms.
"I want that pilot arrested for hijacking."
A small group of NecroTech Elites raid the copter and drag Sarpek out of the copter. The loudspeaker booms again.
"You're NecroTech, aren't you? Hand in your ID tomorrow. Your access has been revoked."
Asker returns to the phone.
"Now...Private. Are you gonna come quietly? You have one civilian, a tourist, and an employee. You should think things through before resorting to force. As I've said, we can only carry one civilian. And as many tourists, military, and NecroTech as possible."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 20, 2008 0:42:48 GMT -5
Cole looks to PFC, injuries still taking there toll on him. "Get on the chopper, but stay frosty guys. I don't trust these types for a hot minute." PFC looks to Alex, who still has the elite in a headlock. "If a civilian can run one of these guys, I'm not worrying too much though. I suppose we all go in..." Everyone gets onto the carrier. They sit in the seats, a nervous tension rising in the air.
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 20, 2008 7:16:24 GMT -5
Sarpek picks up the phone to Asker. "With all due respect, sir, I think there's a lot you could learn from me. I've been infected with the super zombie virus. As far as I know, the only other samples were destroyed." He drops his ID on the ground, stomps on it, and calmly walks off the edge of the roof. A few seconds later he mingles with a horde of zombies below.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 23, 2008 14:42:44 GMT -5
Asker turns to the pilot.
"Did he say 'super zombie'?"
The pilot nods affirmative. The loudspeaker booms once more.
"Listen up, Fireteam Bravo! The man who just leaped off the building. Bring him to me alive. I want to run a few tests on him."
Asker returns to the phone.
"Private, I'm sorry about the whole Axe Hack thing. Apparently mercs don't know what I mean when I said to find you and bring you in alive..."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 23, 2008 15:29:11 GMT -5
Sarpek, meanwhile, manages to fob off is old clothes on another zombie, and disappear into the sewers.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 23, 2008 17:12:58 GMT -5
"You hired him?" PFC flashbacks to the numerous run-ins he's had with the PKer. "I better not see him again. He'll never collect another paycheck in his life." PFC watches as the second unit of necrotech heads to collect sarpek. "And after all this is over, I don't want to see you lot again either. Let's just get this done."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 23, 2008 17:21:14 GMT -5
Asker's radio buzzes in.
"Sir. We lost him. He might be running naked in the sewers right now."
Asker responds: "Lock down the sewers at 20 blocks. We'll get him. Report back at the Elbow Room Bar at 1800 for evac."
Asker continues on the phone.
"Don't worry. Axe is running free right now. Something about a trip to Monroeville. Speaking of which, I remember from your files that you have a girlfriend living in Monroeville. Jill Valencio, wasn't it? Don't worry. You'll remember her soon enough."
((Yes...I'm keeping this pre-Monroeville apocalypse, OK?))
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Post by albub on Sept 23, 2008 21:15:56 GMT -5
Alex releases the Necrotech soldier and hands him his rifle with a wink and a broad grin.
"Haha, sorry about that... I never figured you corporates would find it in the good of your hearts to lift me out of here."
Then his disposition grows serious and he indicates the knife, still positioned for a quick killing stroke if need be.
"I still don't think I trust any of you fuckers. If the higher-ups would hire a loose cannon like that Axe Hack bastard what's stopping them from hiring others? PFC, may I see that phone for a moment? I have a question for the executive. I'll give it back right away."
PFC thinks about it for a moment, and then tosses the phone to Alex. He tries to catch it with one hand, and is forced to fumble with it for a moment while trying to keep his knife hand ready to strike.
"Asker, the walking collateral damage machine you hired to pick up PFC also took me hostage, shooting me several times and kidnapping me. He mentioned that the men who hired him to get PFC may also have wanted me. What the flying fuck was he talking about?"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 23, 2008 21:26:20 GMT -5
Sarpek emerges from the sewers, and runs to the nearest NT after obtaining new clothes. He injects a virus into the Necronet, and retreats to the Elbow Room, where he sets up his booby traps. (tread carefully. These are everywhere.)
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