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    1. AlShayatin 7 yrs ago

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Current @Fetzten If you hate DB so much, why dont you buy a car or something?
7 yrs ago
Looking for roleplayers to start a group with! Mostly into modern settings (yet not sci-fi), military, police,espionage, crime and martial arts are welcome. Hit me up if you are interested.
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Well, Roleplaying here and there for 7 years or so. Finally found this domain here with which I am satisfied >(in terms of freedom and post creation capabilities)<. At the moment totally into violence themed RPs, be it martial arts or war topics. Love the noir type medieval stuff too, things like the witcher books. IRL there is nothing much to say; gym, martial arts, calisthenics, anime, gaming, bars and such. Currently applying to become a federal investigator.

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HA! Ill just play SpetsNaz, GRU, KGB or SVR...Unless you need less red.
First of all, welcome.
Second, would you happen to be interested in something that leans towards modern espionage? Operative work to be exact.
Nope, yours is low. Due to the config of his gear he will be with me though he is in vehicle two. Patch and Mortimer who are in my victor will go with cossack. It is not vehicle the vehicle but the gear that prioritized Low to go with Bo.
Then one of the others has to reply, unless you guys need me to drop another to go from.
"Let us hope you won´t make the experience." Boris looked at the vehicle behind them trough the rear view mirror, rolled down the window and pressed the PT button on his wire to talk over the radio. "Alright, we are rolling out if you forgot something your fault." the Vympel operative exclaimed before knocking on the roof of the car with his right, the signal for the driver to roll out.
As Bo had inspected the vehicles previously he discovered that those still had players which played cartridges, so in a touch of nostalgia he prepared the glove compartment of the one he was sitting in.
"Hope you don´t mind some music." Boris opened the compartment which held 3 cartridges he previously placed there, as the vehicle drove onto the highway which was going right past the stadium Bo took one of them and slid it in. He turned off the radio and switched to the player, turning up the volume so the music blared out louder than before from the radio.

Fresh, cold night air was filling the car trough the open window, it bore the scent of salt from the sea. From the his behavior one could easily get the impression that it was only a few friends taking a night ride on the high way, if it only wasn´t for the the explosion several miles ahead of them. 'A 155' he guessed.

At night the fight´s were not as heavy as during day but therefor more infiltration attempts and air strikes occurred, by pressing a switch next to the wheel Bo turned off the lights. 3 light bombers did a overpass on them, they were unlike ones he had seen before and that was something that gave them away. During reconnaissance training inside Vympel they were smoked to memorize military hardware. The jets that just were Indian, HAL Tejas to be exact. But what the hell were Indian jets doing in Thailand?

Bo´s hand was on the PT button again, "Cossack, you´re with Patch. Low and me will take the front, work on obstacles. Mortimer you got the 6. Stick to Cossack and Patch, make sure you got their backs."
The vehicles were approached town center, from there it was only a 15 to 20 minutes drive until their destination. So far nothing interesting had happened, on they Bo saw some abandoned cars on the highway, people pillaging houses, a few traffic jams which they had to avoid trough detour but nobody shot at them. Which was good. And they still had more than 10 hours left until the deadline.
Boris puckered his lips, of course she couldn´t see it, then he shook his head. The radio has been playing while Bo waited for the others, now he reached for it, turned down the volume, "No, not at all." was the only thing he said to Isabela. Then he took out his phone, dialed a number which he had on speed dial. Moments passed in silence, he could hear and Isabelas breath, finally the other side picked up.
"Good morning sunshine, don´t be late for school"
"Oh...am I too early? Sorry, must´ve mistaken the time.."
"No no, go back to bed. Just make sure your alarm is set."
"Yes.. uncle Dima will pick you up for school...like always.."
"Well, Natasha, you are a pretty girl. Many guys would dare to kidnap you while I am away." he chuckled slightly.
"Alright sweetheart, I´ll talk to you as soon as I can. But you know....this meetings can take forever."
"I love you too, now hush under the blanket before you get cold."
When the talk was over Bo´s phone disappeared in one of his pockets and he turned the radio louder again. His voice during the talk, had been completely different than the one in the locker room.

The vehicle was old, so it had no board computer or navigation system. Boris took out his Garmin GPS fed it the coordinates of their destination, checking back by using a map like they were sold in any tourist bureau or book store. From time to time he tried to scratch his chin, while scribbling all over the map with a pencil. A good while passed before he looked over to Isabella, "Do you have experience with driving under fire?" he asked, seemingly on the side.
"If not, today will probably be your first time." a sigh escaped his mouth, Boris looked outside. Not much of the city was visible from where they were, but the tracer rounds lighting the midnight sky were still impressive.
@Xandrya
"Are you thinking the same as the others? That this will go bad?"
Note to on the side, unless y'all got it figured out already, you can throw in and present ideas as you please here. I want to keep everyone involved.
@Sifter Alright, dive straight in. Make sure you post him in the character section.
Boris slammed his locker close, the headset dangling around his neck, mask and googles in the helmet which he held in his right.
"If it was easy they would not have sent us. You should listen to the briefing more closely next time, even if there is a safe cordon around the city center we still have to deal with saboteur commandos. Like mentioned,"
He pointed at the rifle which was hanging down on a sling, " that is the reason why we have those."

Then Bo tilted his head towards Serena, his eyes scanned her, yet he kept the assessment to himself.
"We´re bogeymen, this might be the first time for some of you but we act outside the conventional rules on engagement.
Since we do not know if the intelligence is compromised and the enemy might be in disguise, the engagement is on your own terms. Just don´t do anything you will regret. If you screw up there won´t be a court martial, investigation or anything. You will simply be replaced, period. We do not exist, so there is no crime for us. But that does not mean we forgot what ethics are."
With that Bo considered the questions answered appropriately, he pulled the balaclava over his head, put on the headset, strapped the helmet and pulled on the glasses. Last but not least he checked if his M203 was empty before heaving the backpack onto his back.
"Once you´re done meet me at the vehicles. We´re in the parking lot A, deck 2." he stepped out, trough the door he came in, making his way trough the lit hallways. The air was used, reeked of sweat and gun oil and together with the neon lamps it was a gloomy atmosphere. Especially while hearing the muffled gunfire and explosions from inside the city.
As expected he was the first to be at the cars, Bo put his backpack into the truck of vehicle 1 (one out of two), the lead vehicle. Though he only got into the passenger seat to ride shotgun, he´d be navigating and operating the radio for the duration of the trip.
@Solona Amell Ill PM you a link, if you´re interested join us.
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