Victor followed along, grinning a little, not sure if the fetish he'd been developing was at full strength. He just grinned, and followed along behind his fiance's beautiful ass. He grabbed the body as it came down, and pulled it back around behind them so they wouldn't need to push by it later, "Body minded." He chuckled, then swam forward. He reached up to help her push the grate aside, grapped that grapnel gun he decided to load up with today because why the hell not. He swam up, breached the surface, raised the launcher and fired. The hook whizzed up and the hook landed somewhere. Victor gave the thing a few good pulls, making sure it is hooked to whatever, then puts his weight on it, "Alright, we got a stable position...after me now hun." He then begins to climb making his way up the shaft. He did the entire climb using only his upper body, wiggling his way up, reaching a position where they could climb around the lift itself. He looked for abit then like he was using a bunch of monkey bars at a playground he hand over handed his way along the underside of the lift, grabbed a support spar and made his way up around the side of the lift.
By the time he made it around the lift Natalie had joined him, and he had managed to wide up the grapnel again just in case. He looked upwards, the service entrance just out of reach. He hrmed, then smiled, "Here babe." He offered her one of of his hands to step on, as she did he boosted her up to get her high enough to open the door and climb through. Victor waited then caught her arm as she offered to help him up. He crawled out as well. One in the small service room on the roof he motioned to the door, "After me again..." He went to the door, then heaved it open, stepping out and scanning the roof. He put out his hand to stop Natalie from exitting as he spotted a sentry approaching them from one side. Victor pulled one of his tomahawks from his thigh holster and waited. As the man passed, Victor slammed the axe into middle of his shoulders, grabbed him across the mouth to silence his scream then slammed the hawk two more times into the mans neck, silencing him for certain. He dragged him out of sight. Then smiled, "That's the best way to start things..." He pulled his rebreather off, "What's next?"
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I was asked a few months back actually I think to come up with a new heavy for the RP, just in case. I did just that. So I present him here for your reading pleasure.
Name: Domenico Tornatore
Age: 32
Apperance: Standing about 6 foot 9 inches, with short spiky hair, even without jelling it up. The typical Italian dark hair with olive skin and outstanding good looks and complexion if the man wanted too he could make Fabio's records look like old archive footage. What sets him apart though is his large, thick and powerful musculature. The man is built like a brick outhouse. Powerful hands, thick muscled arms, strong core and worked out legs. He's got hair almost everywhere, and doesn't try to hide it. His casual clothes tend to be business suits, three buttons atleast and fedoras, when on business outside of certain things. Or wive beater muscle shirts and knee length shorts and combat boots otherwise. He's the kinda guy you might expect working as some kind of mafia enforcer. Obviously he's not meant to be messed with even if he looks slightly like a pretty boy most of the time.
Callsign: Don
Skills:
Did you think that would stop me?: It takes alot to stop this guy once he gets going. Explosions don't phase him, bullets don't slow him. Nothing short of an armored car will slow him, and even then you'd better hope it knocks him over,or he's just going to get moving again.
Intimidation: Well know in some circles as being incredibly intimidating. Just the way he holds himself, the way he moves and the way he speaks. Can scare the hell out of people that are riding in tanks.
Quick Draw: Be it an AKM or a RPG7, he's learned to and practiced to an art form, the ability to quickly unholster, take off safety and get into firing position nearly any weapon. Ranked as one of the top 15 people in the world when it comes to quick drawing.
You said no rules...: And he sticks to that. He doesn't follow the normal rules of combat. When a normal fighter would search for cover, he charges in. When a normal situation calls for a frontal attack he finds an alternate way in. And it works out wonderfully when he suddenly takes out a wall to get at his targets too.
I know a guy...who knows a guy.: Always seems to know someone, or know someone who knows someone no matter where he goes. He's got connections out the wazoo, and is never afraid to use them.
History: People say the Mafia, La Costra Nostra is non-existent. That the so called Mafia now-a-days is nothing compared to the Black Hand from years ago. That's where they'd be wrong. In the rustic areas of Italy, and in the true back alleys of the West, there are real Mafioso that stil ply the trade like it is supposed to be plyed. And that's where Domenico grew up. He fell in with the Mafia crowd when he was a child. Running errands for Italian mafia men, and getting paid in money and favors. He stopped going to school at 14 because he knew how to read, write and figure. And he was making more money in the Mafia then he would have ever made elsewhere.
As time passed he slipped deeper and deeper into the Black Hand and the Mafia. He moved up from errands to theft, from theft to security jobs, from security jobs to murder. And he honned his skills with guns, blades and his fists along the way. By 22, if one of the Mafia wanted a hit, and the hit needed to mean something, they called on Domenico. He'd go in there with a bullet proof jacket on under a suit. A briefcase hiding an SMG or carbine, and make a clear statement about not to fuck with the family.
It was his biggest assignment though that got him noticed.
He was contracted by The Commission to hit a bank that was being used by a group of honest cops to hold information on the dealings of the Mafia. Seven men were chosen from the Mafia's stable of killers and hitmen. Only one would come out. The other six brought pistols and shotguns to the party. Domenico showed up in a heavy armored suit, with a borrowed AEK-999 GMPG. The other six men laughed at him for showing up in such a get up. When they walked into the bank first, and tried to hold the place up, they were set upon by a small but heavily armed group of Italian militaryyyy, the six who came in suits, and with light arms were massacred to a man almost. Only one man managed to crawl his way out, to where Domenico was making his way inside. He stepped passed the last hitman as he died. Then made his way inside. The military never stood a chance. Dom and his machine gun burned them all down. Sticks of Semtex made short work of the vault door, and several firebombs torched the evidence within.
Domenico walked out of the bank, and with sheer presense intimidated the police who had arrived. Police reports from that day were very vague, and failed to mention the monster of a man in armor with a machine gun.
A Scimitar recruiter tracked down Domenico down a few days later. Getting shaken down quite a few times before doing so. He found Dom in a restaurant owned by the Mafia. And spent several hours trying to sway Dom into joining Scimitar, trying things like money, and prestige and the likes. Which didn't work on the big man. Finally Dom agreed to atleast take a look, when the recruiter added he could get more contacts for the man, which would lead to Dom moving up in the underworld of the Mafia.
Personality: Honey voiced, cool, calm, collected and polite. You don't need to be loud and obnoxious when there are other ways to get what you want. When a person can look at you and know instantly what the potential outcome might be, you don't want to piss that guy off.
Suit:
Weapons: Harness supported M242 Bushmaster auto-cannon. Belt fed from back mounted carrier pack. Is mounted on the back when not in use, with piston assisted draw mechanism. Saiga-12 automatic shotgun with 30 round drum, loaded with slug rounds, and equipped with a tri-beam green laser aiming device. Also carries a steel baseball bat, reinforced with a lead core, and reinforced handle for work up close and personal.
Equipment: Suit comes with a Light Cannon, or high power, high strength flashlight, with enough candle power to blind if looked at for more then 5 minutes. Nine banger flash grenades, Ten 3 bang cluster grenades (1 canister, 3 explosions)
Hobbies: If not on a mission with Scimitar, he can be found in the Old Country, doing jobs for the Dons. Or making sure all his protection rackets are still in on the plan, and if they aren't he's making sure they stay with the plan. Otherwise he can be found tending to his olive and grape vines in his private villa in the Lazio area.
Name: Domenico Tornatore
Age: 32
Apperance: Standing about 6 foot 9 inches, with short spiky hair, even without jelling it up. The typical Italian dark hair with olive skin and outstanding good looks and complexion if the man wanted too he could make Fabio's records look like old archive footage. What sets him apart though is his large, thick and powerful musculature. The man is built like a brick outhouse. Powerful hands, thick muscled arms, strong core and worked out legs. He's got hair almost everywhere, and doesn't try to hide it. His casual clothes tend to be business suits, three buttons atleast and fedoras, when on business outside of certain things. Or wive beater muscle shirts and knee length shorts and combat boots otherwise. He's the kinda guy you might expect working as some kind of mafia enforcer. Obviously he's not meant to be messed with even if he looks slightly like a pretty boy most of the time.
Callsign: Don
Skills:
Did you think that would stop me?: It takes alot to stop this guy once he gets going. Explosions don't phase him, bullets don't slow him. Nothing short of an armored car will slow him, and even then you'd better hope it knocks him over,or he's just going to get moving again.
Intimidation: Well know in some circles as being incredibly intimidating. Just the way he holds himself, the way he moves and the way he speaks. Can scare the hell out of people that are riding in tanks.
Quick Draw: Be it an AKM or a RPG7, he's learned to and practiced to an art form, the ability to quickly unholster, take off safety and get into firing position nearly any weapon. Ranked as one of the top 15 people in the world when it comes to quick drawing.
You said no rules...: And he sticks to that. He doesn't follow the normal rules of combat. When a normal fighter would search for cover, he charges in. When a normal situation calls for a frontal attack he finds an alternate way in. And it works out wonderfully when he suddenly takes out a wall to get at his targets too.
I know a guy...who knows a guy.: Always seems to know someone, or know someone who knows someone no matter where he goes. He's got connections out the wazoo, and is never afraid to use them.
History: People say the Mafia, La Costra Nostra is non-existent. That the so called Mafia now-a-days is nothing compared to the Black Hand from years ago. That's where they'd be wrong. In the rustic areas of Italy, and in the true back alleys of the West, there are real Mafioso that stil ply the trade like it is supposed to be plyed. And that's where Domenico grew up. He fell in with the Mafia crowd when he was a child. Running errands for Italian mafia men, and getting paid in money and favors. He stopped going to school at 14 because he knew how to read, write and figure. And he was making more money in the Mafia then he would have ever made elsewhere.
As time passed he slipped deeper and deeper into the Black Hand and the Mafia. He moved up from errands to theft, from theft to security jobs, from security jobs to murder. And he honned his skills with guns, blades and his fists along the way. By 22, if one of the Mafia wanted a hit, and the hit needed to mean something, they called on Domenico. He'd go in there with a bullet proof jacket on under a suit. A briefcase hiding an SMG or carbine, and make a clear statement about not to fuck with the family.
It was his biggest assignment though that got him noticed.
He was contracted by The Commission to hit a bank that was being used by a group of honest cops to hold information on the dealings of the Mafia. Seven men were chosen from the Mafia's stable of killers and hitmen. Only one would come out. The other six brought pistols and shotguns to the party. Domenico showed up in a heavy armored suit, with a borrowed AEK-999 GMPG. The other six men laughed at him for showing up in such a get up. When they walked into the bank first, and tried to hold the place up, they were set upon by a small but heavily armed group of Italian militaryyyy, the six who came in suits, and with light arms were massacred to a man almost. Only one man managed to crawl his way out, to where Domenico was making his way inside. He stepped passed the last hitman as he died. Then made his way inside. The military never stood a chance. Dom and his machine gun burned them all down. Sticks of Semtex made short work of the vault door, and several firebombs torched the evidence within.
Domenico walked out of the bank, and with sheer presense intimidated the police who had arrived. Police reports from that day were very vague, and failed to mention the monster of a man in armor with a machine gun.
A Scimitar recruiter tracked down Domenico down a few days later. Getting shaken down quite a few times before doing so. He found Dom in a restaurant owned by the Mafia. And spent several hours trying to sway Dom into joining Scimitar, trying things like money, and prestige and the likes. Which didn't work on the big man. Finally Dom agreed to atleast take a look, when the recruiter added he could get more contacts for the man, which would lead to Dom moving up in the underworld of the Mafia.
Personality: Honey voiced, cool, calm, collected and polite. You don't need to be loud and obnoxious when there are other ways to get what you want. When a person can look at you and know instantly what the potential outcome might be, you don't want to piss that guy off.
Suit:
Weapons: Harness supported M242 Bushmaster auto-cannon. Belt fed from back mounted carrier pack. Is mounted on the back when not in use, with piston assisted draw mechanism. Saiga-12 automatic shotgun with 30 round drum, loaded with slug rounds, and equipped with a tri-beam green laser aiming device. Also carries a steel baseball bat, reinforced with a lead core, and reinforced handle for work up close and personal.
Equipment: Suit comes with a Light Cannon, or high power, high strength flashlight, with enough candle power to blind if looked at for more then 5 minutes. Nine banger flash grenades, Ten 3 bang cluster grenades (1 canister, 3 explosions)
Hobbies: If not on a mission with Scimitar, he can be found in the Old Country, doing jobs for the Dons. Or making sure all his protection rackets are still in on the plan, and if they aren't he's making sure they stay with the plan. Otherwise he can be found tending to his olive and grape vines in his private villa in the Lazio area.
Howard followed everyone into the infirmary. Then woofed and took a step back, "Wow...yeah he did crap himself." He chuckled and waved the scent off, clearing his nostrils. The sniper/marksmen grinned, "They did pretty good. Yeah let them in. We'll see how things goes after that. Spectre did pretty good. Iceman too, just need to get them kited out where they can fit in." He nodded, "If they want to fire off some sniper shots when they wake up, if it's within the next few hours, I'll be on the sim range. If you need me you know where to find me."
Less then an hour later had Howard in the VR sim, having put in a level seven stalk. With room for others to join. He picked his way through the simulation. His rifle tucked up to his shoulder. This was one of the few he liked redoing, because it is hard. The target moved, utilized stealth, and tended to stay at mid ranges, where it took more for him to drag his reticle onto target if he had a bead and it moved. It was the kind of challenge he got when hunting. And he loved it for that very reason.
Carefully he inched his way along, swinging back and forth searching for his target. A flicker of movement causes the man to turn, getting a brief bead and he fires. The virtual round missing the target as it escapes into some bushes. Howard follows it, scanning the area. He snarled, found some tracks and started to follow them. So bent on the hunt that he failed to notice when the Sim notified him that another user had entered. He kept on tracking. Inching forward, barrel of his rifle held just a little lower then eye level. He smiled a little the hunt always getting him excited. He saw another movement. Turned, sighted and fired again, hearing the round hit wood, and the sound of tearing cloth. He had almost scored the kill. He ran forward wanting to get off another shot before the target escaped a third time. He got to the tree he had hit, turned, and saw his target running. Aimming he fired again, then blinked when he heard his bullet his stone. Then he was hit from behind. The sim beeped and ended. He tore his VR goggles off. He turned then blinked. Antoine sat right beside him in the sim room. She too was taking her goggles off. He blinked, "What the hell were you doing? I had that in the bag." She laughed and hugged him ,"I love it when you get angry. You are so stern. I got you though."
Howard howled, "Antoine...I....you..." He sighed, "Fine yeah you got me." He started to get up when she beat him to it and placed a kiss on his lips, "Next time let's try a tag team huh?" Howard chuckled, "Tag team sure." He gave her a hug as he put the VR goggles away, "Come on let's catch a drink somewhere huh?" He lead her out with a friendly arm around her shoulders. Even if they lost a man and gained two newbloods, there would always be a few of the vets around. Just like these two. Howard smiled as they left the VR room, "Good to have a friend like you around Antoine..." Antoine chuckled, "After what we have all been through. Having a couple friends around is a good thing Howie." Howard blinked, "Excuse me?" Antoine laughed then pulled off, "Race ya Howie!" Howard took after her, "I'll show you a Howie you blasted minx!"
Less then an hour later had Howard in the VR sim, having put in a level seven stalk. With room for others to join. He picked his way through the simulation. His rifle tucked up to his shoulder. This was one of the few he liked redoing, because it is hard. The target moved, utilized stealth, and tended to stay at mid ranges, where it took more for him to drag his reticle onto target if he had a bead and it moved. It was the kind of challenge he got when hunting. And he loved it for that very reason.
Carefully he inched his way along, swinging back and forth searching for his target. A flicker of movement causes the man to turn, getting a brief bead and he fires. The virtual round missing the target as it escapes into some bushes. Howard follows it, scanning the area. He snarled, found some tracks and started to follow them. So bent on the hunt that he failed to notice when the Sim notified him that another user had entered. He kept on tracking. Inching forward, barrel of his rifle held just a little lower then eye level. He smiled a little the hunt always getting him excited. He saw another movement. Turned, sighted and fired again, hearing the round hit wood, and the sound of tearing cloth. He had almost scored the kill. He ran forward wanting to get off another shot before the target escaped a third time. He got to the tree he had hit, turned, and saw his target running. Aimming he fired again, then blinked when he heard his bullet his stone. Then he was hit from behind. The sim beeped and ended. He tore his VR goggles off. He turned then blinked. Antoine sat right beside him in the sim room. She too was taking her goggles off. He blinked, "What the hell were you doing? I had that in the bag." She laughed and hugged him ,"I love it when you get angry. You are so stern. I got you though."
Howard howled, "Antoine...I....you..." He sighed, "Fine yeah you got me." He started to get up when she beat him to it and placed a kiss on his lips, "Next time let's try a tag team huh?" Howard chuckled, "Tag team sure." He gave her a hug as he put the VR goggles away, "Come on let's catch a drink somewhere huh?" He lead her out with a friendly arm around her shoulders. Even if they lost a man and gained two newbloods, there would always be a few of the vets around. Just like these two. Howard smiled as they left the VR room, "Good to have a friend like you around Antoine..." Antoine chuckled, "After what we have all been through. Having a couple friends around is a good thing Howie." Howard blinked, "Excuse me?" Antoine laughed then pulled off, "Race ya Howie!" Howard took after her, "I'll show you a Howie you blasted minx!"
I'm still here.
Carl got to his feet, and grinned, "Careful where you try and stick your rod man. On the reserve, that could get you shanked." He grinned and patted his partner on the shoulder and gave Jenny a one armed hug, "Let's find a place to flake out. I don't know abou-..."He trailed off as Andrew relayed the news. He sighed, "Ain't no rest for the wicked." He followed Ross out of the courtyard. He looked around and nodded, watching the massing soldiers. Squads humping down into the town around the fort to clean out any hiders. Already he could hear cracks as soldiers engaged small groups that had survived the arrival of the Juggernauts. Carl smiled, enjoying the feeling of a job well done.
He smiled brightly and nodded, "There we go. We wrecked them. And now we have a moment or two to chill and rearm. I highly doubt command will want us to come out of here." Nolan reached over and gave his partner a pat on the shoulder, "Great job brother. Wonder if they have anything to munch on? I think I need a spliff to calm down after all this, and a little food would help." The Canadian Sniper sighed, "Let's find someplace to bunk down Andrew, my brother. We've been behind the lines for awhile now. I think we can call it for abit before we go back out. Even if we've beaten them here, they're going to need our eyes to clear this out. They'll go to ground, just like they always do." Nolan groaned and stretched hugely, "Bedtime kids! Lights out." He headed towards the box trucks coming in, wanting to atleast get something to eat before he found a corner to curl up in.
Victor grinned, "Between you and me, you'd have probably killed him with your frontside cannons love." He grinned broadly. Stepping towards her as she leaned into kiss his cheek, he reached up, grabbing her just a little roughly by the back of the head and was about to claim her lips, when the pilot called out. Victor sighed, "Always something...I'll safe that for later." He stepped over to the body, grabbed it and pulled it upwards. The man, who had passed out, letting out a gasp of pain as he came back around, "Oh good you are alive. I was positive I hadn't killed you." He pulled the man up, and pulled his helmet off with his other hand. Letting the man see the gruesome, red, black and yellow warpaint that Victor had put on some time ago. It was streaked from sweat in some places, but it still had that intimidating shape.
He growled right into the man's face, "You remember the message I told you to deliver?" The firing of the side gunners and Natalie's big rotary cannon began. Victor grinned, "You hear that? That's what your people brought down on themselves. From here on out, I see a man who professes to be a Taliban or an Al Queda and I kill him on principal. So you get to tell the other curs what happened at the fort. You tell the other curs that we'll find them. You tell them we're coming, and hell is coming with us." He stepped over to the edge of the landing ramp, and hurled the man, underhanded. Then used a voice command to fire all his rockets into the other side of the outpost, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You tell them we're coming! And Hell's coming with us. You hear me? Hell's coming with us!" He stepped back onto the Chinook, "Pilot, get us the hell out of here. This place stinks of shit. I feel like I need a bath just from being here."
The pilot quickly did as the big man said. Victor hung off the back of the Chinook by one hand and foot. Watching as the fighters below ran out to retrieve their comrade. Victor smiled, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time now.
Victor hrmed, "HVT huh? So no disintegration, got it." He grinned at the reference, then strapped his rebreather on, tightening it up. He also checked his kit, the warclub across the small of his back.His MP7s, and USAS12s as well. He was all kitted out and ready to go in. His own lighter tactical suit taken the place of his heavier suit. His full suit is in for repairs at a special place, the very place that helped him make it intially. They said they could have it up and running within 10 days. He hoped that would happen, he didn't want the Brute Suit out of action for too long.
Either way he rolled his shoulders and then when Natalie went over the side, he went with her. He dropped into the water, and began to swim, powerful strokes of his arms and legs sending him through the water smoothly. He breathed evenly. Cutting through the water, "And here we go. Off we go into the wild blue yonder. To make money for our own freetime." He burbled a laugh into his rebreather as he swam on towards the shore.
He smiled brightly and nodded, "There we go. We wrecked them. And now we have a moment or two to chill and rearm. I highly doubt command will want us to come out of here." Nolan reached over and gave his partner a pat on the shoulder, "Great job brother. Wonder if they have anything to munch on? I think I need a spliff to calm down after all this, and a little food would help." The Canadian Sniper sighed, "Let's find someplace to bunk down Andrew, my brother. We've been behind the lines for awhile now. I think we can call it for abit before we go back out. Even if we've beaten them here, they're going to need our eyes to clear this out. They'll go to ground, just like they always do." Nolan groaned and stretched hugely, "Bedtime kids! Lights out." He headed towards the box trucks coming in, wanting to atleast get something to eat before he found a corner to curl up in.
Victor grinned, "Between you and me, you'd have probably killed him with your frontside cannons love." He grinned broadly. Stepping towards her as she leaned into kiss his cheek, he reached up, grabbing her just a little roughly by the back of the head and was about to claim her lips, when the pilot called out. Victor sighed, "Always something...I'll safe that for later." He stepped over to the body, grabbed it and pulled it upwards. The man, who had passed out, letting out a gasp of pain as he came back around, "Oh good you are alive. I was positive I hadn't killed you." He pulled the man up, and pulled his helmet off with his other hand. Letting the man see the gruesome, red, black and yellow warpaint that Victor had put on some time ago. It was streaked from sweat in some places, but it still had that intimidating shape.
He growled right into the man's face, "You remember the message I told you to deliver?" The firing of the side gunners and Natalie's big rotary cannon began. Victor grinned, "You hear that? That's what your people brought down on themselves. From here on out, I see a man who professes to be a Taliban or an Al Queda and I kill him on principal. So you get to tell the other curs what happened at the fort. You tell the other curs that we'll find them. You tell them we're coming, and hell is coming with us." He stepped over to the edge of the landing ramp, and hurled the man, underhanded. Then used a voice command to fire all his rockets into the other side of the outpost, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You tell them we're coming! And Hell's coming with us. You hear me? Hell's coming with us!" He stepped back onto the Chinook, "Pilot, get us the hell out of here. This place stinks of shit. I feel like I need a bath just from being here."
The pilot quickly did as the big man said. Victor hung off the back of the Chinook by one hand and foot. Watching as the fighters below ran out to retrieve their comrade. Victor smiled, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time now.
Victor hrmed, "HVT huh? So no disintegration, got it." He grinned at the reference, then strapped his rebreather on, tightening it up. He also checked his kit, the warclub across the small of his back.His MP7s, and USAS12s as well. He was all kitted out and ready to go in. His own lighter tactical suit taken the place of his heavier suit. His full suit is in for repairs at a special place, the very place that helped him make it intially. They said they could have it up and running within 10 days. He hoped that would happen, he didn't want the Brute Suit out of action for too long.
Either way he rolled his shoulders and then when Natalie went over the side, he went with her. He dropped into the water, and began to swim, powerful strokes of his arms and legs sending him through the water smoothly. He breathed evenly. Cutting through the water, "And here we go. Off we go into the wild blue yonder. To make money for our own freetime." He burbled a laugh into his rebreather as he swam on towards the shore.
To much time has passed. Unless the GM comes along and attempts to keep it going then well it's just too late.
Welp I hate to be the one to say it...
but...
Requiscant in pace
but...
Requiscant in pace
Soooo....
Ummm....when do we...
I mean...who is...
POST!
Ummm....when do we...
I mean...who is...
POST!
Carl stepped out of cover again, striding towards a small group of fighters who just wouldn't give up. He spat rounds from his 249 accurately, gunning down fighters as he went. He didn't see it immediately when he felt a kick against his leg. His knee locking up, and he dropped to one knee. One of the fighters having bought out an RPK LMG. He had it braced against a low wall and was spitting rounds out of it's drum mag at the Juggernaut. Carl growled, reaching up, pulling three grenades off his harness, pulling all the pins and rolling the frags along the ground into the midst of the men. He tucked, raising his arms over his head, and lowering his head. The frags went off, obliterating the men behind cover. Carl could feel shrapnel pinging off his armor. As the fire, dust and noise died off he looked up and scanned the area. No one left. He heard some groaning, a few of the fighters sounded hurt. He didn't really spare a moment. These guys had done far far worse. One man to bleed out slowly and painfully is just one little bit of payback for what they caused so far.
Victor stood in the courtyard. He'd stopped firing as it seemed most of the resistance had either been killed off, driven out, or were now encountering the military elements coming into the area. He turned slow circles. His USAS12s held out on either side of him, he trusted to his radar and optical HUD to tell him if there was anything else he needed to shoot at. He almost looked like some deity. Arms outstretched and blessing the masses of dead. He finished his turn, facing toward Natalie, "Gods that we are luv. We cleaned house today." He almost purred as he returned the kiss she planted on his lips after removing the faceplate. He grinned as he turned around at the man sitting against a wall. Victor nodded, a somewhat evil grin on his face, "Yep...he's going to tell the tale. I'm going to drag him with us until we reach an area we can dump him and his friends can pick him up. He won't life unless he gets a doctor within the next 5 hours. And I don't think his friends can get that in time. But he'll have enough time to tell them just what we and our little friends." He gestured to Jenny, Carl and Ross as they approached them. "Can do. See what I'm saying? I think the other side, will be very wary when it comes time for them to do something else. Who knows what will come their way. They will have to keep their best on alert and stretch their elite thin to combat us."
Carl took up the rear in the little column of three that made up the Military Juggernauts. He walked over and clasped Victor's arm in a warriors clasp. Grasping the bigger man's wrist. Victor returning the gesture. Carl nodded, "We did do good didn't we? This was incredible. The rumours we hear about you two out in the wild is incredible. And then seeing what you did in Brussels. Honor to work with you."
Nolan lead the way into the base. Followed close by Andrew. His rifle slung over his shoulder. Nolan's face is cover in a fine dusting of sand and dirt. The blast from the rifle kicking it up each shot. He walked over to the group, then hopped up into a barrel, "Incredible, truly incredible, you all are like virtuosos of destruction. I'm flabbergasted."
Victor grinned, walking over to his meatbag that he intends to use as a statement. Picking up the man and slinging the bleeding man across his shoulders, "Take care gentleman and lady. We'll be in touch." He then followed Natalie out the gate. Making for their chinook.
Carl shook his head and slapped Ross on the shoulder, "Need some aloe for that burn man?" He grinned, "Eyeing up another man's woman. That would get you killed in some places." He laughed softly.
Victor stepped up onto the chinook, "Pilot, swing us out towards enemy territory on our way back, I have a present here I want to leave to these guys." Victor offered Natalie a hand up into the Chinook, "You know if you wanted to frighten that Captain back there, you could have just drawn your cannon on him." He laughed deeply.
Victor stood in the courtyard. He'd stopped firing as it seemed most of the resistance had either been killed off, driven out, or were now encountering the military elements coming into the area. He turned slow circles. His USAS12s held out on either side of him, he trusted to his radar and optical HUD to tell him if there was anything else he needed to shoot at. He almost looked like some deity. Arms outstretched and blessing the masses of dead. He finished his turn, facing toward Natalie, "Gods that we are luv. We cleaned house today." He almost purred as he returned the kiss she planted on his lips after removing the faceplate. He grinned as he turned around at the man sitting against a wall. Victor nodded, a somewhat evil grin on his face, "Yep...he's going to tell the tale. I'm going to drag him with us until we reach an area we can dump him and his friends can pick him up. He won't life unless he gets a doctor within the next 5 hours. And I don't think his friends can get that in time. But he'll have enough time to tell them just what we and our little friends." He gestured to Jenny, Carl and Ross as they approached them. "Can do. See what I'm saying? I think the other side, will be very wary when it comes time for them to do something else. Who knows what will come their way. They will have to keep their best on alert and stretch their elite thin to combat us."
Carl took up the rear in the little column of three that made up the Military Juggernauts. He walked over and clasped Victor's arm in a warriors clasp. Grasping the bigger man's wrist. Victor returning the gesture. Carl nodded, "We did do good didn't we? This was incredible. The rumours we hear about you two out in the wild is incredible. And then seeing what you did in Brussels. Honor to work with you."
Nolan lead the way into the base. Followed close by Andrew. His rifle slung over his shoulder. Nolan's face is cover in a fine dusting of sand and dirt. The blast from the rifle kicking it up each shot. He walked over to the group, then hopped up into a barrel, "Incredible, truly incredible, you all are like virtuosos of destruction. I'm flabbergasted."
Victor grinned, walking over to his meatbag that he intends to use as a statement. Picking up the man and slinging the bleeding man across his shoulders, "Take care gentleman and lady. We'll be in touch." He then followed Natalie out the gate. Making for their chinook.
Carl shook his head and slapped Ross on the shoulder, "Need some aloe for that burn man?" He grinned, "Eyeing up another man's woman. That would get you killed in some places." He laughed softly.
Victor stepped up onto the chinook, "Pilot, swing us out towards enemy territory on our way back, I have a present here I want to leave to these guys." Victor offered Natalie a hand up into the Chinook, "You know if you wanted to frighten that Captain back there, you could have just drawn your cannon on him." He laughed deeply.
So...
Who we missing?
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