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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 23, 2008 23:50:01 GMT -5
(OOC: To be fair, Dranzer, Carver left the room already.)
The guards were running past many of the bewildered and admittedly frightened residents of Sanguix as they made their way outside. Above the cafeteria, on the guard's catwalk, Carver approached, looking over the railing at the two guards down below, keeping a nervous eye on the remaining residents in the area. Carver growled slightly. He'd have to do some damn fine shooting to avoid hurting the innocents. He quickly aimed the rifle, zeroed in on the first guard near one doorway, and squeezed the trigger. A three-shot burst sent three bullets through the guard's brain, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere on the wall behind him. The other guard shouted and looked up, spotting Carver and shooting back. Carver swore and ran, ducking under the gunfire, before leaping off of the catwalk.
He landed on table near the guard, who backed up in surprise. Carver leaped again, snarling, and the guard released a spray of bullets in fear. While inaccurate, one of the bullets passed through Carver's thigh, but he ignored the pain as he landed on his feet in front of the guard. His fist shot up and struck the guard in the chest, and there was sickening crunching sound. The man screamed in pain as the bones were crushed, and he was sent sailing through the air, only to slam and bounce off the wall, leaving a bloody imprint as he did so. Carver stood up, looking at his leg slightly as it quickly healed, closing up without so much as a scar. He looked about at the other people in the area.
"Go! Get to the repression room and get your abilities free!" he shouted at them, and almost immediately they started to scramble towards the area. Hopefully they wouldn't get hurt. Carver turned and ran towards the opposite doorway, body-checking the doors to surprise a guard that he had smelled behind. The guard didn't stand a chance, and Carver's fist sent him flying down the hallway, dead in a single blow.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Mar 24, 2008 1:13:54 GMT -5
There was a slam when a body hit the wall in front of Ethan. A dead guard. Curious, Ethan looked over and saw that a man had done the deed. He could hear a riot break free as the crowd changed direction and charged for freedom. Ethan would have done the same, had he not already done such a daring thing. Before deciding to approach the animalistic man, Ethan raised the shotgun up, putting the ejecting slot in view. He pulled on the lever of the gun, slowly until he saw that there was a shell in place. That was enough in case the man seemed hostile. But Ethan reckoned there was more. Slinging the shotgun over his shoulder, casually, Ethan began over.
"It seems I wasn't the only one to have the bright idea of running off first." Ethan said, almost seeming unfriendly, despite the fact he started the seemingly casual talk. He picked at the trigger with his trigger finger, careful not to pull to hard on it. His angry and very disturbed face kept true even when he seemed to try and make a friend. His head was tilted and leaned forward a bit, his bangs hanging out more like curtains rather than shades.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 24, 2008 1:21:56 GMT -5
Carver raised his weapon up as he saw the other person come in view, but then stopped when he saw the bland uniform that the person wore--matched his own, and every other residents. He also noted that the wrist and head binders limiting his powers were also missing. "Everybody's getting ideas about running," Carver said, lowering his weapon slightly, but keeping his finger on the trigger. He opened up his senses, and everything took on a bright orange hue, and he could see the heat signature of the person in front of him. "Three kids got to the repression room before I did, and they freed themselves. And I sent a bunch more back there to do the same."
He heard something, and smelled something other than Ethan. As something came around the corner, Carver's eyes narrowed and he lifted his weapon up and fired it, not much close to Ethan. A guard fell over dead in the hall. "I smell more coming," he said, "Let's go play with them."
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Mar 24, 2008 12:53:38 GMT -5
Ethan turned around, as the guard fell dead. With a small snort of disgust, Ethan decided to take the lead, taking Carver's offer. There was a bit of gunfire as Ethan entered the hallway. But, in their luck, or maybe just Ethan's as Carver may not need it, there were some heavy boxes stacked together. So with a quick swat turn, Ethan was against the boxes as the guards pelted the hallway with gunfire, the smell of gunpowder burned Ethan's nose. He then quickly peaked out and was able to shoot one of the guards down with a quick shot from his shotgun.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 24, 2008 13:04:44 GMT -5
Carver ducked down in front of Ethan, waiting for an open moment. As the gunfire stopped and Ethan shot one of the guards, Jack peeked out of the side and squeezed the trigger. The bullets flew and slammed in the legs of two other guards, causing them to stumble and cry out, and Carver made his move. At animal speeds, he tore out from the boxes, rushing towards the wounded guards. His hand slashed out at the first one, knocking him through the air with bloody lacerations in his chest. The other guard tried to bring his weapon around, but Carver's fist slammed him into the wall with lethal force. The man's weapon clattered to the floor as the corpse fell, leaving a bloody splatter on the wall where it had hit.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Mar 24, 2008 15:23:30 GMT -5
More guards began to run down the hallway up ahead. Ethan didn't really bother to use his shotgun anymore. He threw it to the side and charged in front of Carver. As the guards took aim, Ethan, again, crossed his arms in front of his face, breathing in sharply and struggling with his breaths. Before the guards' triggers could be pulled, Ethan gave out his mighty roar, a sonic wave emitting from his vocal cords. The guards were all slammed into the wall, either dead or knocked out. Ethan caught is breath before picking up an assault rifle from a dead guard, not bothering to go pick up his shotgun.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 24, 2008 18:37:50 GMT -5
"That's a neat trick," Carver remarked, standing up while closing up his senses. Even though Ethan's shout had been pointed away from him, his shout had hurt like hell. His ears were still ringing, but luckily his own abilities were taking care of that, regenerating the tissue damage sustained. There'd be no hearing loss. "Let's get up to the command center these pricks use," he said. "Figure out what we're up against and what's going on."
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on Mar 24, 2008 19:31:02 GMT -5
"So uh... how do we do that?", Zackarias simply replied to Felix. "If it's just run straight there and take out guards along the way, that should be easy enough."
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Post by Ribitta on Mar 24, 2008 21:27:06 GMT -5
"Opening up access will require me directly frying the lock on the door... Unless we get it opened from the inside..." With a smile, Felix's eyes lit up with an actual spark. "I have an idea, but then again. When haven't I had an idea, eh? Let's beat the Euros to it. C'mon!"
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on Mar 24, 2008 21:33:38 GMT -5
"Um... alright.", Zackarias mearly agreed. He knew once Felix had an idea, there was no stopping him. And so, Zack let his friend take the lead.
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Post by Ribitta on Mar 25, 2008 1:00:48 GMT -5
Upon arrival at the area that was infamously known for holding the alphas down deep. The guards that normally stood out front had gone, but Felix was sure there had to be guards still down there. They never left. Except in the middle of the night he had seen them changing shifts. He'd been severely punished for the next week. Placing his hands on the cold steel, he focused and shot an EMP wave out, trying to directly strike the alarm system. Pressing his ear to the door this time, he could hear the noise subsiding inside. "Bingo," he muttered.
Slowly, the door cracked open, and a curious American showed his head through the sliver of light. It was all Felix needed. A quick time field became erected and Felix quickly slipped into the door and knocked the guard out cold. "C'mon, Zack. Let's have a look around." Leaving the door open, he crept silently into the space.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on Mar 25, 2008 13:48:30 GMT -5
Zack casually walked into the room, seemed to have no light at all. It was strange, and yet, seemed somehow familiar. Zackarias soon felt very sorry for the Alphas, but only for a moment, as he knew they'd be free soon. "Maybe we should make some light?", Zackarias suggested, as he didn't really like having to step so carefully, especially in the dark.
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Mar 25, 2008 18:38:59 GMT -5
Ethan nodded as he checked over the assault rifle, it being equipped with an ACOG scope. He picked up a few mags from some corpses, placed them in his pockets, and started up. It wouldn't be long before several other guards came charging down the hallways, they quickly were taken care of by the combined and awesome force of both Ethan and Carver. After some more fights and an interrogation (as it was dreadfully hard to keep a guard alive long enough to talk to), the duo was able to come into a control tower.
Ethan gave a loud roar, knocking the double doors leading into the tower's room into a pair of guards, crushing them against the wall. He then walked in, the assault rifle strapped around his back. Ethan quickly then ran to a window and looked out to see the assault on Sanguix. Ethan would have cheered for the would be heroes, but it seemed more like a collection mission, rather than a rescue.
"Shit..."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Mar 25, 2008 19:00:46 GMT -5
"Great," Carver said, looking out the window as the Europeans continued their assault on Sanguix. He quickly turned on the monitors to the camera systems, and viewed what was going on in the facility. The vastly superior European soldiers were making short work of the remaining guards inside the compound, and rounding up what residents they could find. He growled slightly as one of them, a boy barely 10 years of age, was struck cruelly by one soldier when he failed to comply with whatever order was given. He looked at another monitor, one that showed the interior to the repression room. Jordan was busy, it seemed, and making a third batch of the serum to free the gathered residents there.
An alarm suddenly went off on one console, startling them both. Carver checked out what had caused the alarm, and froze when he saw it.
REPORTED INTRUSION AT ALPHA STORAGE FACILITY
"Well, that's going to put a damper on things," he muttered, "Someone's gotten into where they keep the Alphas locked up."
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Post by Great Saiyaman on Mar 25, 2008 19:43:25 GMT -5
Ethan gulped...that...that wasn't good. He brought his assault rifle in front of him, shakily. Ethan had only heard terrible stories of all the Alphas. The thought of maybe one of them being even remotely nice didn't cross his mind. If the Alphas were broken loose...what would happen then? All hell would break loose no doubt. He took a deep breath, quivering a bit before forcing himself to calm.
"Ok, let's go and get some of our people out of here and out of the hands of both sides....It seems we have no friends other than ourselves." Ethan said darkly. Glancing at one of the monitors, it seemed some of the Europeans were making their way to Carver's and Ethan's area. More fighting was going to be done obviously. He gripped the gun tighter.
"Let's go." He said, turning to run at the door.
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