BigPapaBelial

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard and Domenico made their way into a small warehouse where Dom's equipment had been put. Dom pulled the tarp off the boxes and bags, nodding. He ran his hands over the length of the M242 Bushmaster. The Italian smiled, "It's been awhile since I've had to lift this thing. But, I think we'll be just fine. Throw us both into the shit. That's where the good stuff happens." He began to unpack things. Howard coming in to assist. Soon they had several heavy folding tables set up the armor on one, the saw-toothed grin on the helmet gleaming. The scaled arm armor solid looking. Domenico smiled, "This is my weapon...as the saying goes..." He looked over the Bushmaster carefully smiling brightly, "All in working order. Be ready to go as soon as we get our first job as a team." Howard looked everything over in astonishment, "How the hell did you get your hands on all of this again Dom? All of this is cutting edge military. Where do you get the ammo for that Bushmaster?"

Dom just smiled, "You can do alot when you know someone who knows someone. If you want my secret, I'll tell you here and now. There's an American quartermaster in the US army that owes me several favors. He puts aside bits and pieces of ammo shipments. And I keep his...indiscretions from becoming public. Or well the Mafia does anyway.: Dom begins to suit up carefully. Not sure why but he just feels the need to do so.

As he's doing that with Howard's help Antoine walks in, and for a moment just watches as the big Italian slowly gets his heavily armored suit into place. Quickly that shark-like visage began to take form. The last thing to go on is Domenico's sawtooth grin etched helmet. The sides sliding back to reveal his face. He quicks an eyebrow at Antoine, "Hey there pretty. What's the word?" Howard bristled just abit at someone else talking to Antoine like that, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Antoine smiled, "There's a job for us. Howard, go gear up with as much Anti-Personnel stuff you can carry. And take a lighter rifle. We'll be on top of a peak, so long distance fire won't be something we'll need." Howard hrmed, "I've been retooling a M14 EBR for abit. It ought to do for closer fighting. I'll go break that out of storage. Grab some mags and a 4x scope. A PDW and a heavy pistol ought to help too, along with my bow. I wager I'm going to be back up and support this time so I will likely be staying with a escape vehicle?" Antoine smiles, "It's okay Howie, we still love you." Howard growled a little. Domenico smiled, "Howie? I like it. I wager I'm going to be the bait? I'll load in HEI-T rounds while we're inbound then." He grabbed his weaponry, slotting everything into place, then with a strange ease, picked up a large box of 25mm ammo and swung it over his shoulder.

Howard grunted, rather impressed then raced by Antoine, rushing off to go gear up, better to be ready early then late. Antoine smiled and raced after him, smacking him on the rear as she passed him. This caused the Mohican to falter in his step, growling then and giving chase. Domenico just chuckled loudly. Striding out and towards the main building purposefully.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor fired from cover. Picking off combatants as he could. He ducked down to reload just as the flashbang went off. He hadn't seen it being thrown, and hadn't registered Natalie throwing it. But luck would have it that he didn't get the full brunt of it. He did quickly come back up with fully loaded shotguns, and start making his way forward, picking off enemies as he went. He made for the central area of the room. As he passed it and started to circle back he casually dropped one of his bricks of C4 and kicked it under some containers. He dropped a few more as he went. He holstered his USAS12s and brought out his MP7s as he went, having emptied his shotguns again.

For all intents it almost looked like the big man was pulling off the Gun-Kata from Equilibrium. He kept moving. His PDWs held almost casually in his hands. Every movement he made put him in a new firing position. Every step allowed him to put fire on a position, driving combatants back, or awarded a kill. It could almost be called perfect gunplay as he went. Victor knew what is happening, and he couldn't concentrate on much else at the moment. Not wanting to lose his focus. He'd always thought of himself as a protector. He always tried to keep the attention on him in a firefight. Off his lovely fiancee, to let her be the tactical giant she is. He'd always been the Tank. Even back in his days of playing DnD and when he got the chance to play League of Legends or Smite on the base. He always acted the Tank. Always tried to soak up the damage, keep the attention. His movements kept the fire pouring at him, rather then Natalie, allowing her to do her work. He didn't stop, needing to do that work. Get it all clear for his future wife.

After abit he found himself turning slowly in place. They had managed to drive the lot of them back. And the charges were set. He reloaded quickly, putting more fire on the men. He shouted to Natalie as she joined him, "Yeah, back the way we came, Go, I'll hold the re...oh shit." He heard the chopper too. He watched as it buzzed in. HE didn't bother to waste ammo on it. The windshield is likely up armored, and his pistol grade PDW rounds wouldn't cause much of a problem to it. He instead got into a crouch, and with a burst of speed that shouldn't be possible for someone his size, ran for the water. He kicked hard and sailed up into the air, spread his arms to his side as he did briefly, then arrowing into the water, getting his mask on as he speared deeper into the water. Forget the face mask, as long as he could breathe.

Victor nodded, "You say the word and I fire." He put his MP7s away and brought out the grapnel gun. He nodded and headed for the surface, breaching and grinning, nodding, taking aim, and waiting for the word, just below the surface, but the grapnel gun ready to fire above the surface of the water.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

I'm sorry posts are up. I work as a teacher, my nights don't go just to posting anymore. I try to get a post in atleast once a week. I know it seems long.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard and Antonie shared a look as the summons to return to the base.

Some time later it had the pair watching the funeral. Antonie had tears in her eyes as she watched the small boat pushed off. Howard sat cross legged, a jadestone cermonial pipe in his hands. It's bowl packed full of non-commercial brand tobacco. Pure with no impurities. Perfect for prayer and moments like this. He lit the tobacco, puffing getting the smoke going. He took a long pull from the pipe, letting the sacred smoke waft up and around the people watching the funeral. He whispered prayers to the old gods of the Norse. And he murmers prayers to the Great Creator. To keep this good man safe in the life beyond, to give him his due. Whatever his due may be. He blessed all those present with bursts of the sweet smelling smoke. Then blessed himself with three quick bursts of smoke. He raised the pipe in salute to the boat as it caught fire.

As he cleaned his pipe he looked up as the C-130 and the private jet arrived. He put his pipe away as things began to be unloaded form the big plane. He tossed the pipe bag over his shoulder. He caught up with Imran and Antonie as they went over to meet the large man who exited the private jet. It took him a moment or two but as Domenico was introduced he smiled, "Gods bones. You're still alive Dom? I remember when you came through here for your training. How's your work?" Antoine smiled and shook Dom's hand in greeting. Dom grinned, "Doing quite well on my end. I'm surprised you are all alive too. But now here we are. We'll be working together." The big man briefly looked over at the crates being offloaded. Grinning as they could clearly see the muzzle of the Bushmaster autocannon peeking out of a large amount of padding, "Working together and doing work." Dom gave Imran a huge grin, "All of my kit is on that ship, as well as some ammunition and repair parts. I'm ready to head out when ever you need me sir. Or do you need me to run the killhouse again?"

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor fell into position behind his fiance. A tomahawk in one hand and one of his silenced MP7s in the other. He carefully picked his way along behind her. He stayed up above as she moved into the first room. Dropping down to join her shortly after the brief action. He went to the door to cover it, peeking through the small crack between doorjamb and door itself. He turned to look at her as she numbered out what they might face. He nodded, "That sounds about right. Can't see there being more then that, place would be overpacked." He checked his ammo count quickly. Then raised an eyebrow at her, turning to look at her, "Wait? What's the..." He trailed off, "Damn it we plugged out HVT? Well will our luck get better I wonder." He sighed and slipped back to the door as Natalie set up her trap. He waited then followed her out, switching up his MP7s for his USAS12s.

He set his big boot down carefully on the catwalk as they made their way. He grit his teeth, and hissed out, "I feel like I'm going to crush this catwalk any second. I'm surprised it's held up under both of our weight." He froze as the section he's on lets out a pop. He blinks down at it and waits for abit, hoping it doesn't collapse. The catwalk settled and he heaved a slow breath. Then froze again as that man walked out. He almost reached out and grabbed the man, it would have been so easy to just grab the man, cover his mouth and nose with one big hand, and wrap his free arm around the man's neck to choke him out. But Natalie's words to hold off cut's through his want to make sure there are less people they have to fight.

They crept on. Reaching the wire line. He nodded, "That's going to hurt. When you're ready babe." She lead the way. The second man was still at the top of the line looking down as his buddy and Natalie passed by him. He turned when he felt rather then heard the big Mohican's approach. He turned and got a view of the paint on his face. Victor body checked the man, sending him down into the gap. Victor grabbed the wire and slide down the rest of the way quietly. The man he had checked falling in front of him, his scream of terror causing several of the baddies below to look up and watch in horror as the man fell. He slammed hard down on a pillar, half impaled on it. He choked, still barely alive. Before he began to spasm, rounds slamming into him from above. Victor landed with a crunch of breaking boards, and splintering stone. Even without the big heavy robotic armor on he's still a big guy, powerful, massive. He raises up from the crouch and begins to fire. those modified Ruafoss rounds kicking out, punching through cover with ease. Cutting holes in hard cover to get at the soft targets behind them. He darted behind cover as fire shifted to him. He growled into his mic, "Attention's on me now my lovely. Do something with it yes?" He blindfired over the top of the crates he hid behind. He grinned, "I love my job."

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Trying to get used to the fact I'm playing more then one character now, but that post was decent wasn't it?

And I seem to have pulled a triple post. I'm awesome!

*facepalms*

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Domenico set the phone down on the hook and smiled. He pulled out a bleeding edge cellphone and sent a text message. A mafia owned warehouse in Florence responded. Dom said only one word, "Ship." The other end hung up. Dom started to gather information from his office. A laptop he used while working, a completely different more rugged cellphone. Dossier's on current members. He had information on Svetlana, Howard, Antoine and Imran, he didn't know who the other heavy was who had left. Hung himself even. It was all blank to him there. But that was okay. He'd learn more about who came in and who left later. The big Italian carefully inventoried all the things he needed to bring and needed to pick up.

His butler peeked in, "Sir? What news?" Domenico smiled, "Scimitar is calling me back. Give the staff a few days off while I'm away. Say a 5 day vacation. But I still want this place maintained while I'm out." Lawry nodded, "Of course sir. We'll keep everything good and ready for your return. Ummm but if you should not?" Domenico hrmed, "Open fault Alpha 9 7 Delta 6 in the Vatican Bank. You'll find all you need to know there." Lawry nodded, "Yes sir. Good luck sir." Dom nodded, "I won't need it." He gave Lawry a handshake, then turned, grabbed all of his things, and headed for the door.

A limo waited for him outside, the driver, a Mafia made man, looking to make his bones, but tasked with driving cars until he is ready to be called up for a hit. He drives Domenico to the Rome Airport, from there, Domenico borded a private jet. Taking to the air he flew in style. Wine, good looking female flight attendants, good food. Ahead of him already a C-130, stolen and with semi-legal numbers, is flying to the island base. The pair would arrive almost exactly at the same time several hours later.

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On the base itself Howard and Antoine sat on a hill overlooking the base. Howard running his thumb over the edge of his hunting knife, looking out over the base and the water beyond. Antoine sat on a rock, swinging her legs and watching the scenery. They had been sitting in a companionable silence for awhile. Just two ghosts, two phantoms, able to appear and disappear like the wind at will. They knew the trials each had gone through, and didn't need to rehash old info. They had fought beside each other, or around each other enough. They knew each others strengths quite well. Howard was that deadly long range thunderbolt that many people dreaded. And Antoine that deadly close range dagger and pistol that you worried might be around the next corner, or be right in your shadow.

After awhile Antoine looked to Howard, "Think it could have been, or could be different?" Howard looks over at her, "How do you mean?" She nodded, "You and me? The team?" Howard hrmed, "Different with the team? We're almost perfect as we are, we keep bringing in new blood, and we just get stronger." He smiled, "Between us? I don't know. Never really thought about it up until now. You're my co-worker Antoine, I don't usually date my co-workers you..." She cuts him off, "Would you though?" Howard hrms. Thinking it over, "Might consider it." She gave him a big grin, scooted over and gave him a companionable hug, then snuggled up beside him.

The pair sat there like that as they watched the base and the sea.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Double post MUTHA F-ERS!

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Post is up. It begins.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Sant'Angelo Romano, Latium District, Province of Rome

A warm, sunny day in Central Italy. It's not quite as pretty as some movies put it, as it is the modern day after all. But there are something that never change. There is crime, there is misery and sometimes death. The sounds of horns honking, people talking, drown out the sound of something shattering.

Down a side street, one of those slightly cliche ones, covered street to street in small curio shops and other places to buy the kind of trinkets and little souvenirs that tourists to the ancient country of Italy just gobble up. It's a nice idyllic little area. And off the main throughfare abit so it's not like everyone knows where it is, but only the most wily and brave tourist or curio seeker can track it down. But it's in this very place that sometimes, things that aren't talked about happen. This is where the sound of something shattering comes from yet again.

Within one of these shops is a view of carnage. the shopkeeper is huddled down behind his store counter, gripping a small billy club as if it's his very soul. He gazes up at the being who has caused all this chaos. A tall man, shoulder length straight black hair. An angular but very handsome face. Large shoulders, powerful arms, body hands and legs stands in the middle of the swath of destruction. The man wears a 3 piece professionally made suit. Three button up the front in dark silver, with a black suit shirt under it and dark silver trousers with beautiful wingtip leather shoes on his feet. He's handsome, big, powerful. Could be some business man in another life that happened to have a little tiff about something, or was defending the shop from something. But the big steel bat swung over one shoulder says that's not the case. The big man sniffs, and wipes the corner of his mouth on a handkerchief. He then smiles at the shopkeeper, "The old ways are the best ways. So I'm going to run the idea by you again. My boss, Don Vitalio runs this area. You're new, so he gave you a few months leeway, but when you didn't start paying like everyone else he needed to let you know." The big man walked slowly over to one of the last remaining vases in the store. It's a beautiful thing and likely the only real artifact in the entire shop. The big man, one Domenico Tornatore, reaches out with his bat and pushes against the vase, "We can protect you in the future. And we'll even help you get back on your feet after this. But only if you agree to pay up for our...protection." The big man smiles, pushing the vase a little further, so it's just on the safe side of falling to the floor and becoming just more of that carnage on the floor. The big man smiles at the shopkeeper, "What do you say?"

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A few hours later sees Domenico coming out of a villa situated overlooking the town of Sant'Angelo Romano, the home of Don Nico Vitalio. Having given the Don the respect he deserves and the first payment from the curio shop, he was leaving and instructing some of the mademen of the organization to head over to the shop later and help clean up, and to help the owner replace all the stuff that had to be broken. He'd also given the mademen a wad of cash to be given to the shopkeeper, a small indication of how the mafia could help him in times of need, it'd help to get the man a better inventory.

Domenico got into a waiting car. And the car rolled off heading to the big man's private villa about 4 hours away in the country side of Lazio district.

Once there he is met by his staff. Housekeepers, his cook who scampered off to make his employer a late lunch some nice creamy tomato soup and a few grilled cheese sandwiches as well as a nice pitcher of sweet tea. His butler though gets a little more attention, as his butler catches him as he's heading for his office. The butler clears his throat, "Uh sir, you have an urgent message." Domenico turns to look at him, "Who is it Lawry?" The butler extends a note, "Scimitar sir. Your handler called while you were out. Apparently they lost a heavy, and wanted to call you back into active duty." Domenico hrmed, reading over the note, "Interesting. And they left a number. Thank you Lawry, I'll see to this. Call the Commission for me, let them know I'll be out of touch for abit. And to give any jobs they might need me to do, to Bertrand if they like, just a suggestion, who am I to tell the Commission what to do." He then headed into his office, walked over to his phone, and dialed the number on the note. Getting a Scimitar rep, who then put him through to the current squad lead of the group, one Imran. Domenico smiled as he spoke into the phone, "Imran? You're still squad leader? I'm surprised. This is Domenico. When do you need me?"

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

I'm working on a post. But I've been working on destressing after a very bad week. So it's coming slowly. Just give me abit I'll try and have it done today.