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Post by Niccolo on May 1, 2005 14:09:30 GMT -5
Victor was about to confirm that when all the lights went dead. Standing in complete darkness, he heard a door creak open and silently scurried behind a barely visible wall.
sh*t! How are we supposed to fight if we can't see?
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 1, 2005 16:50:02 GMT -5
At first, Quinn was alarmed at the lights. Soon, though, he remembered, he didn't need to see to fight anymore. With as deep a sniff as he could take without making noise, the wolfman could smell multiple bodies, his ears picking up a slight whirring noise. Night vision goggles? Quinn quickly tossed himself out what he hoped was the guard's sight range, ducking behind the shelf with the kevlar suits. Thinking ahead, the large man slowly slid a vest off of a rack, hoping he had silently slipped it on. That was when he heard the first step. He imagined that none of the moreaus had any thick footwear on, the the sound on the ground was that of a thick plastic sole. A boot, maybe. The ex-custodian didn't wanr to kill them, since he wasn't sure of who they were; he guessed foe but hoped friend. His new eye picked up a small amount of light coming from some unknown source, though it was only enough to see two small shapes, and Quinn wasn't even sure they were the new arrivals. Attack them! His instinct reared up, and so did his body. Accidentally knocking over the shelf, causing a huge clatter to arise from his location. Diving to the left, Quinn barely escaped the barrage of bullets that ripped through the area. The sounds and muzzle flares where barely noticeable, they must have had silencers. Or really good technology. Stalking towards the attackers, Quinn accidentally scratched his claws across the skin of a small creature, one whom he assumed was the bat. Wincing, Quinn dove at the men, scrambling for their guns.
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Post by GamerMan on May 1, 2005 17:04:30 GMT -5
"darkness, looks like its gonna be bat dude and I to take them out" Hennekin thought to himself as he grabbed the PSG-1 (or as I like to call it, the #1 Piece of sh*t Gun [if you can't tell, im not a fan of the PSG-1]), and an M-4 (im assuming they come with their silencers attacked). and with that hennekin got ready with a sniper down the narrow hallway, using the amplified light reflection his cat eyes gave him as a guide. and fired a shot at a distant target, knowing the PSG doesn't have the stopping power to kill with a shot to a kelvared body, he had to aim at the heads, after taking a 2nd shot, he got out the M-4, and shot, then ducked around, using his "natrual" light amplification and continued to spray the men with his silenced gun, using his agility to make him as hard to hit as possible.
(PSG-1 has a slower RoF than either the M-82 or Dragunov, less stopping power than M-82/dragunov/SSG 3000, less accuracy than the SSG-3000, has less range than the M-82/SSG 3K [and the same as the SVD-Dragunov], smaller clip size than SVD and M82 [same as SSG], a worse recoil than all 3, and its the most pricy of all 3, and the only thing it does have that others dont is it is the most silent in putting in magazine/reloading, PSG-1 is little more than an overpriced police sniper with absolutely no military use possible.[just incase you wondered why I dont like it])
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 1, 2005 18:36:51 GMT -5
Kevin sat on the floor near the wall as the others all scurried about in their attempts to fight off their attackers. Shots rang out from both sides. He heard a scuffling noise as Quinn attempted to take the guns from their enemies. He heard someone else moving around avoiding fire as they returned fire, probably the cat guy. He didn't know where either Victor or Vincent were, although they were certain to be close by. Kevin made no move but to smile faintly. The fight was on, and it was only a matter of time until one side emerged victorious.
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Post by Niccolo on May 1, 2005 20:27:08 GMT -5
Victor saw a muzzle flash out of the corner of his eye.
Burst fire, scilenced, barrel about 1 foot from the shell release, by the sound, 9mm. It's an MP5, not one of ours.
He waited until the next burst. As the soldier fired, he did as well, aiming at the area where he thought a gap should be. He heard the thump of the scilenced weapon, followed by the snap of breaking kevlar.
Snap? What?
He pulled out the clip, and in the light of a burst of muzzle fire, he noticed it was armor piercing ammunition.
Armor piercing? These guys are seruious.
He looked up to see the faint green glow of a set of night vision goggles. As he did, the man fired, a trio of 9mm shells catching him in the chest. As he lay on the ground, he realized his kevlar was intact. A thought then popped into his mind.
Of course! Thats how their guns were so quiet! They were scilencing them as much as possible, combining surpressors and cold loaded ammunition! These guys are good!
He waited for the glow to turn away, then fired two shots with the PSG-1 and dashed behind a barely visible crate.
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Post by Umbrafire on May 4, 2005 15:25:00 GMT -5
as his sight began to slowly return to him, Vincent tried to find his attackers. As he looked around the room, he suddenly saw a flash of bright light as a dead body fell on him and he caught it. Looking around, he saw one man coming towards him, seeming to be as blind as Vincent. Vincent quickly deprived the dead man of his night stick and brought it across the soldier's face. He thanked his new strength and height as he looked out of the armory, trying to find the others.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 6, 2005 19:31:10 GMT -5
Momentary silence filled the room, but to Kevin, the silence was filled with sound. Kevin could hear people around him breathing, and the soft tapping every time someone took a step. Every so often, another exchange of gunfire erupted, breaking the silence. The guards and the moreaus all took careful precautions not to get shot, and as of yet there were no casualties. It was a genuine stalemate. "Must I do everything myself!?" Shouted Kevin, disregarding the various clicks of weapons being trained on his position. Feeling the ground around him, Kevin located a small glock in the eternal darkness that surrounded him. He was partially blocked from view by the armory wall, but he carefully used his human arm to lift himself up on his feet. For a moment, everything was totally silent. Then chaos was reinstated once more. Kevin raised his right arm and fired the glock blindly into the darkness towards any sound there was to hear. Blinding flashes of light from the barrels of their enemies illuminated the hall for split-second intervals, machine-gun fire from each side filled the air, as Kevin walked right into the center of the battle. Kevin found that the glock was now empty, but he was sure that at least one target was struck by his bullets. No sooner than he tossed the weapon away, he felt a sharp pain in his side as a shot found it's mark. The fighting died down and finally ended as one or both sides suffered total casualties. Silence filled the room. Kevin had fallen.
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Post by Umbrafire on May 6, 2005 19:48:02 GMT -5
As he stumbled about in the darkness, a small body with leathery skin fell onto Vincent. Startled by the contact with someone else, Vincent began to whisper to the bat moreaus. "Kevin! Are you okay? Where is everyone?" asked Vincent. He paused, and then asked again, "Kevin? Kevin??" Vincent held his body, turning him over to face him, and he felt the blood oozing from his chest. "Oh no... KEVIN!!! KEVIN, SPEAK TO ME!"
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 6, 2005 19:53:35 GMT -5
Kevin strained his eyes to see the figure, but it was no use. "Vincent?" said Kevin slowly. "Damn, they really got me good. Ha...ha...ha...." Kevin raised his hand and felt the gunshot wound before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Post by Umbrafire on May 6, 2005 20:40:41 GMT -5
"NO! I WON"T LET IT END NOW!" yelled Vincent as he set down Kevin's body. He reloaded the Glock with ammo from his utility belt, and stood to his full eight feet. Filled with the rage given to him by the death of his comrade, Vincent scanned the room for any more soldiers. One stood, creeping through the dark towards Vincent, gun drawn. Vincent stared into the eyes that he could see, illuminated in the darkness, they were the same eyes that could not see him. Raising the Glock, Vincent steadied his aim, and shot the man in the same spot that he had shot Kevin, ironically. The man dropped his gun, and fell onto his knees. He slowly lifted his head to face Vincent, his attacker. Vincent looked down on the helpless man, and brought the Glock to rest on the man's forehead. "You scum. You deserve to die, you dirty bastard." Vincent closed his finger around the trigger, as sweat dripped off of his face and onto the man's head. the soldier's eyes focused on the gun, and then they looked down, as he prepared to accept his fate. Vincent lowered the gun, slowly, and he pushed the man's face up to him with his foot. "To put this bullet in your skull would be too nice a death for you," he said, as he turned and bent down to reach Kevin. Gathering all the strength his dying body had, the man tackled Vincent, and the two of them rolled around on the floor, struggling for their lives. However, the man had not realized that Vincent was no longer just human, he was the bear moreaus.
Vincent rolled on top of the man, and punched him repeatedly in the side of the face, to the point that blood began to drip from the corners of his mouth. He stood, and waited for the man to stand as well. The gunshot wound, however, suddenly began to take effect, and the man shuddered and his body shook as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Rushing over to Kevin, he feared it was too late. "Somebody help me over here!! We've got a serious situation! Man down!"
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Post by Niccolo on May 30, 2005 21:54:26 GMT -5
(ummmm.....no. I just hadn't had time to post, so I shall try to continue where we left off.)
"sh*t!" Victor yelled. "Quinn, get Kevin, you've got bandages, right? Let's get outta here!" Victor began to move, then noticed how heavy the rifle was. He ditched it and the ammo for it, and decided to simply attach one of the armory's telescopic sights. He left the buiding, donning his hat as he did. He was greated by the pouring rain and a crack of thunder. They were in a parking lot. Hearing sirens in the distance, he turned to the nearest car, a Volkswagon minivan. Runnin over to it, he found it was unlocked, and began hotwiring the vehicle. Seeing a patrol car screetch into view he shouted to the others; "This'll take a while! Cover me!"
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 30, 2005 22:15:58 GMT -5
(Fine, since you did not like my idea, I have deleted it... JERK. So yeah, my character has been shot, so... I can't really post. We have to wait for Kiddofreak or someone to post)
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Post by GamerMan on Jun 12, 2005 1:08:03 GMT -5
Heinekin then runs with them over into the car thinking to himself "well I guess I better stick with these guys if I wanna live" then hopping into the voltswagon, he notices the patrol car and ducks low waiting for an opening to shoot a safe shot.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jun 12, 2005 9:30:53 GMT -5
Reaching with both hands over his shoulders, Vincent pulled out two identical pistols, and leveled them at the oncoming police car. One, two, three bullets in the grill; a fourth and a fifth in the front tires; and six, seven, and eight in the windshield. Two policemen stumbled out of the vehicle, and looked up at Vincent in fear. "What the hell is that thing?" "Is it even human?" Vincent stared at the two policeman, and then at himself. It was then that the simple and inevitable truth hit him. He was a monster. He already knew this, of course, but the encounter with the policemen gave him a defeated feeling. He began to realize that he had two choices. One choice was to give up, right here, right now. He would probably be killed, or studied, and would never live a normal life again. Or, he could fight, and he had a small chance of finding the man that did this to him. Vincent stared at the ground with a new courage, welling inside of him, giving him the strength to go on. He slowly looked up, at the guards that now both held pistols as well, aimed at Vincent's head. "Drop your weapon!!" Vincent raised his hands above his head and slowly let the pistols slip out of his hand. The policemen approached Vincent with an apprehensive look, as they drew closer. In a flood of adrenaline, Vincent lashed out, striking the nearest cop in the neck with the side of his hand, and as the man fell to the ground, Vincent deftly removed his nightstick from his belt. The man crumpled, breathing rapidly. The remaining man backed away, with the pistol still pointed at him. Vincent walked closer with caution, as the polieman's hands quivered. Vincent struck the pistol with the nightstick as the bullet erupted from the gun. The club came slashing through the air, until it connected with the officer's skull. Vincent turned around, looking for where the bullet had gone.
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Post by Niccolo on Jun 19, 2005 22:19:09 GMT -5
The Volkswagon's motor stated with a purr, followed by a clunking and a plume of chocking black smoke from the exhaust. It was old, but it would do.
"Quick! Get Kevin in the back! Quinn, see to his injuries! Come on, let's go!" Victor shouted.
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