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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 14, 2009 12:25:11 GMT -7
With a successful mission, everyone meets back at Robbs house.
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Post by SuPeRDaNGeRouS on Sept 14, 2009 19:27:46 GMT -7
Ethan stands inside at the door while tim pours a shot. He begins thinking of what to do now. "is mitch alright.. where would he go? is he one of the charred bodies or is he in 50 pieces like so many of the other bodies?" he thought to himself. He turns to tim and says " I think we need to have a search party. Small two man teams as to not get noticed. we'll be more stealthy that way. We wont split up but rather have 1 team up front about 50 yards and 1 team behind. Front team will be Team 1 and back Team 2. Team 1 will cover the front.. Team 2 will cover the back. We need to take weapons that wont make too much noise. Use clubs and knives and keep guns for backup only. I refuse to believe that Mitch is one of those bodies. Unless we find him out there i will not stop searching. For now everyone get some food that my team braught back and eat up. Eat as fast as you can because when im ready im going. Whether you are ready or not." He grabbs a can of oysters and a can of mixed fruit and begins to chow down. While eating he asks "Are you guys willing to do this? If so we need to figure out whos going. We're going to be moving fast and for a long ways so if you cant keep up dont come .. youll just die."
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Post by lilith on Sept 15, 2009 18:34:49 GMT -7
Tracy couldn't believe what had just happen. She couldn't believe that Mitch was gone. She hadn't known him very well, but he had quickly become the older brother she never had. She was angry with herself for not being able to save him. She was also angry that she passed out afterwards. She really was nothing but a burden.
From some corner of her mind, she began to hear voices. She quickly realized that it was Ethan talking. "I think we need to have a search party," she heard him say. Those words gave her some hope. Maybe there was reason to believe that Mitch had survived after all. She wasn't sure how such a feat would be possible, but stranger things had happened before. If anyone had figured out how to get themselves out of that kind of situation, she was sure it would have been someone like Mitch.
Tracy decided she had rested enough and proceeded to pry her eyes open. She didn't really want to; she loved her sleep after all. It was one of her favorite things to do. Alas, there was work to be done. 'Pity,' she thought to herself.
Looking around the room, she saw hopefull eyes on all of her companions. They seemed eagar to search for their lost brother, eagar to bring him back. She wanted to help bring Mitch back too. Ethan's plan didn't really suit her though. Moving fast and for long distances just wasn't something that she was up to. She had never been much of a runner, and couldn't keep a fast pace for long amounts of time. Plus, she was on the shorter side, putting her at a disatvantage. That was okay though; she had another plan.
Her thoughts wandered to the plane sitting on the front lawn. She had glanced at it while she journeyed to the striker earlier. The zombies seemed to have left the little aircraft alone. Apart from a few nicks in the propeller blade and a few little dents on the wings, it seemed airworthy enough. She figured it would still be able to fly; it would just have decreased performance. She was willing to give it a try. No one was around to bust her for flying a legally unairworthy plane anyways. All it needed was some fuel.
There was an airport in Gillette. She remember looking it up one time to see how far it was from her hometown airport. They had the type of fuel she needed to she recalled, 100LL. All she had to do was grab one of the trucks out front and get to the airport, grab a bunch of containers of avgas, and get back to the plane and fill it up. Heck, maybe they could find a fuel truck to drive back. That much fuel could come in handy later. Once the plane was filled up she could mount an areal search for Mitch.
She glanced over at Tim. Maybe she could convince him to come and help. Another set of eyes would definately be a help in this. Plus, Tim lived in Gillette. He probably knew how to get to the airport. Then he'd finally get his plane ride. That way should could focus more on not runing into anything while Tim focused on searching for Mitch.
Grinning slightly she turned to Tim, "I have a plan."
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Post by abaddon on Sept 17, 2009 15:15:29 GMT -7
as tim took another shot he mulled in his head the plan that ethan was suggesting. a mission like this would be risky as hell and there would be no room what so ever for any kind of miss hap or the whole thing could be blown. a mission like this would require people who had at least some experience in stealth tacticks and training, and looking around the room, he relised that the only person in the house with any kind of experience what so ever was ethan. they both would have to take control of both of the teams if this was to work out. in spite of the risks at hand however tim was right there with ethan in wanting to get mitch back. he wasnt about to just sit around if there was even a small chance that mitch was still alive, and that ghoat trail earlier was a pritty good clue. hell this kind of thing wasnt to much different then the kind of thing he would have done in his old job anyway. with the combined experience of both tim and ethan, this was a job that they can pull off even with the inexperience of the rest of the crew.
"fuck it im in" tim said to ethan as he reached for some food. "ill just need to grab a couple of things first on our way out and ill be good to go. you want to take one team while i take the other?"
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Post by leboursier on Sept 17, 2009 16:13:23 GMT -7
So...there i was...i had been camping in this damn tree house for the last week. Scavanging anything i could out of vehicles and nearby stores and houses. Yesterday i heard some voices a block or two away. So i, gareth, decided to investigate. i mean what else could possibly go wrong. my QRF team had already been eatin and the rest of the platoon was taken out by an exploding vehicle in what seemed just yesterday.
i pop my head out and take a quick peak around for anything not living and quickly scoot my way down the rappel rope. i was carrying a 3 ft crow bar, my e-tool, and a standard m4 with 40mm grenade launcher and a 9mm. i was down to a mag and half with the 9 mil and maybe 3 mags of 556 with 4 rubber 40mm grenade rounds...so i needed to conserve badly.
I was able to scavange at least 30 days worth of MRE's from a deuce and a half a few days ago so i wasnt worried about food...water i got from the house near the tree. though yesterday i nearly got taken out by a crazy ass dead dog. well i know its dead now anyways.
as i scurry over the number of fences between me and were i heard the voices last i begin to hear conversation again. i crawl over the last fence i see a half decent inshape yellow house with one light on the back porch. i scoot up to the house silently and rap lightly on the back door saying in a mid level voice "1 friendly comin in" and than i wait.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 18, 2009 8:39:04 GMT -7
"what the fuck?" said tim when he heard the nock at the door. "is this the fucking army now? come in!"
tims jaw hit the ground when to his supprise one of his good friends from north dakota of all places, garath, walked through in a rag tag army uniform with weapons attached all over him. 'this guy is practicaly the appacolips role modle. hollywood eat your hear out' he thought to himself as he walked down the hall and to the front door.
"what the hell are you doing here you crazy bitch?" he said as he gave garath a grand man hug. "everyone this is garath, a friend of mine and tracy's. garath this is the crew. welcome to the patry. we are one short but we are about to track him down, make shure he is ok and bring him back. come, sit down so i can fill you in on what is going on."
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Post by lilith on Sept 18, 2009 14:34:44 GMT -7
"Fuck it, I'm in," Tracy heard Tim say. 'Well there goes my plan for a helper' she thought.
Although she wasn't to keen on the idea, she guessed she could lone wolf it for awhile. An aerial search still seemed like a good idea to her. Even if they found him before she got back with the fuel, a plane could still come in handy. Plus, she just really wanted to fly again, and wanted to get a good view of what was happening in the city, from a nice safe vertical distance of a couple thousand feet.
Before she could convince herself to go alone, she had to work out a few things first. Problem 1: Where the hell was the airport? She could ask for directions, she thought, but the reasoned that she probably wouldn't remember them all. Then she thought of a better idea. She run out to the plane quick and use the GPS to view where the airport was. It would give her the direction and how far away it was, and she could just drive that way and find it eventually. Besides, she reasoned, there's always signs.
On to Problem 2: Zombies. She thought about that but then decided that the velocity of a vehicle was most defiantely greater than the velocity of a zombie. She'd bring a weapon, and she'd be okay.
Problem 3: Transportation. She needed a truck, she reasoned, since she'd probably have to break through a chain link fence. Once she found the fuel truck, she'd be forced to swap vehicles. She'd never drivin a large truck before. Hopefully it wasn't too much different. Crashing a truck filled with airplane fuel probably wouldn't be that fun.
Problem 4: Her head hurt. That had an easy fix though. She just needed to find some Tylenol or something.
Just then, Tracy heard a voice at the door. 'That voice sounds oddly familiar,' she thought to herself. She couldn't help but gape in surprise as Gareth walked through the door. She watched as Tim dragged him into the room, made a vague introduction, and sat him down to tell him what they were up too. Tracy shoot Gareth a grin when he looked over, and sat quietly while Tim explained their ground search plan. When Tim finished, she turned to Gareth and grinned again.
"That's the ground search plan. I'm mounting an areial search. Just gotta go steal a fuel truck from the airport first. That's what I'll be doing. I'm ready to get a good view of this town from the air."
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Post by leboursier on Sept 18, 2009 16:02:08 GMT -7
Gareth cautiously opens the door and pokes his head in the house. Before he knows it hes dragged into the house by none other than that crazy goofball bro of his Tim. "Holy jesus fuck my life!" Gareth said as he was half hugged half dragged and half choked down the narrow hallway. Finally after givin his bro a hug back he stands up and dumps everything on the floor and stretches out...with a resounding sound of series of loud pops echoeing thru the room. He plomps himself in a nice carpeted corner and lights a XAO Cigar. Reachin into his cargo pocket he pulls out a 1/5 bottle of wild turkey and takes a pull. Sighing heavily he holds the whiskey bottle out to Tim as he leans forward an Tim describes a plan that actually sounds like a plan. Well...it brakes up the monotiny anyways...and hes got company.
He pulls out a classic Johnny Rambo knife and pics at his fingers as Tim finishes up his plan. Without missing a beat Tracy jumps right into her idea with her plan...which is a lot less structured an that more crazy. Which puts a rather odd grin on his dirty and scruffy face and lets out a small juckle "Figures" is all he says.
"Well..." He says "ive got a couple M5 anit-personnel mines we could use later...used em as booby traps but hey...this beats a kids tree house ha ha ha! so we can use them here as extra security or fall back cover."
"Im down with Tim's plan...but Tracy's plan aint so bad either...plus my finger trigger is gettin itchy and its kinda hard to scratch it when your by your lonesome...sooooo....any suggestions anyone? your guys' house...ill just role with the flow."
Gareth takes a long drag of his cigar and lets out a thick haze that surrounds his face. he leans back into his corner and pulls the green an black comoflauge patrol cap off and puts it on his knee. Than runs his fingers thru, what is now, thick brown hair that is matted with dirt and sweat. He takes another pull of whiskey and stuffs the bottle back in his pocket.
Pulling out some CLP and a detail weapons cleaning kit he begins to go thru his assortment of apocolyptic type weapons and breaking them down one by one. Than methodically begins to scrub the dirt and carbin away as if he was in a trance.
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