BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan made his way up the ladders and short flights of stairs, letting Andrew by when they reached the platform. He unslung his rifle, and set it up, resting it on the platform, then brought out the customized camo he had made, a length of tarp, with bits of cardboard treated to looking like the metal of the cooling tower. One rule was to always blend in with your environment. Snipers in urban environments would pull pieces of trash over them to hide them, they'd hide around corners, positioning themselves so they would be shooting through loopholes in rubble and debris. Nolan had the foresight to try and make himself something that looked natural to the environment, atleast at first glance. If someone on the ground looked hard enough and long enough they'd be able to discern the outline of a man under the tarp in comparison to the rusting steel of the cooling tower. But it'd do for awhile. He snuggled up under the tarp, then grabbed up his rifle.

They started going through ranges, he swiveled his rifle to each point checking the distance through the scope. Andrew called out six hundred meters at the top of the hill, "Yep six hundred, just about on the dot." He let the crosshair of the scope fall to the puddle, he had to make an adjustment to his dials abit at that point, "Yeah five oh two, you're right I can make it for five hundred at that point." He checked the card when Andrew put it down, running through the numbers in his head really quick, "Looks good." He reached into his pack under the tarp, he had three magazines of 4 differant types of ammo in there. Raufoss penetrating, 12.7 Armor Piercing, 12.7 FMJ and a new little thing the CIA decided to let them try, EXACTO proto-type ammo. Supposedly it is fire-and-forget, fin and internal gyro stablized technology. He had heard it was in development, didn't think it was ready for field testing. He didn't intend to use it, but who knows it might come in handy. The little laser designator attached to the side rail of his .50 would key in it's guidance systems. If he used it. He found one of the Armor Piercing magazines and carefully slotted it into the rifles receiving port. He drew the bolt, sliding a round into the chamber, "Ready to roll. Be safe down there. I don't want to have to come rescue you again so soon." He grinned at his partner as he made room for him to head down to the ground.

He tracked his friend through his scope, keeping an eye on him, not wanting to leave it to chance at all. There was too much at stake for them to bungle this up. He smiled though, then keyed in his radio, "A minimum in terms of noise you say, talking to the guy with one of the loudest guns in existence." He chuckled a little over the radio then clicked clear.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan tossed his PP2000 up onto the top of the wall, then with a soft grunt leapt up and caught the edge. Combat gloves giving him purchase, and he kicked up and atop the wall. He grabbed his SMG, scanning the area around them quickly through the holosight atop it. He then hopped down. landing in a half crouched position. He spun in slow 360 degree turns, scanning the dark hall carefully. He could hear metal creaking, wood groaning, the sound of a place on it's last legs, starting to fall apart bit by bit, day by day, year by year. The Soviets had left it when they pulled out, and no one had bothered to try and keep the entire complex up.

He turned, pointing his weapon at the sound of something clattering and following the sound of something skittering off. He grumbled, "The Army sends up to all the fashionable parties..." He turned back around again, falling back into step with Andrew. Then got into a low crouch at the sound of an engine. He froze and blended into the darkness as best he could in his ghille. He marshalled his breath and whispered, "Come on...pass by...pass by..." He winced when it came true that the truck stopped just like Andrew thought, "Crap crap crap..." He raised his PP-2000 up, sighting on one of the cab's occupants and almost shot immediately upon seeing the hostages, "No...damn it..." He was about to pull the trigger, but then lowered his gun, "Yeah...no shot...blast...I don't like leaving this...but the shot on the HVT is more important you're right." He waited, watching, weapon ready to jump up again.

He knew Death, Nolan the Sniper, and the Angel of Death were close friends. Nolan had left alot of gifts for the fictional myth of an entity through out the years with the long distance touch of a rifle round to the chest, or a shot to the head. Yeah, Death and Nolan were not unknown to each other at all. So he watched the whole thing, an angry look on his face as the shot rang out and the hostages dropped. He breathed a sigh and shook his head, "Bastards...everyone of them...they all deserve a shot to the dome...execution style...no last rites...everyone of them." He followed Andrew up, spitting on the ground as if to rid himself of the taste and thoughts of the murderers. He moved on, watching the back as usual.

They left the bodies, though Nolan wanted dearly to move them to give them some kind of respect. But he knew that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all. If someone happened to come this way, and see the bodies moved, it'd be a give away that someone was near. They left them and moved on.

They reached an area they could see the cooling tower, and he looked up at it, removing his ghille hood briefly and wiping some of the sweat off his face, "Well don't that look like shit...gonna be cramped up there once we're there. Just be glad you get to come down, I need to stay up there to have a bead on everything." He waited a second or two as they reached the courtyard. He threw himself into a crouching run, trying to get across the open space as quickly and as quietly and as unobtrusively as he could. Once across he took a side of the door, then once Andrew had gave the door a boot he took the lead, sweeping into the room, SMG raised to his shoulder, scanning the room beyond. He scanned his sectors. Checked walkways and corners, a small tapped on combat light on the left side of his PP-2000 let him see a little better, but the slim beam didn't provide alot of illumination, which was totally on purpose really. He was just finishing up a quick circuit of the room when Andrew called out about the stairs. He joined him then nodded, "When in doubt...go up." He followed Andrew this time, through the door, past the graffitti, onto the second floor.

There a bunch of offices, and a long, ratty corridor, and finally a hatch up onto the roof. He breached the hatch first, and lead the way up top. He crouched just off the ladder up, scanning the area, having let his PP-2000 swing, and having replaced it with the heavy long barreled TAC-50 now. He swept the roof carefully, he had fitted a canted iron sight to the side of the 12.7mm rifle, wasn't the best outfit, but better then looking through the high power scope atop it. He waved Andrew up and stepped out and away from the ladder up. He sniffed and motioned towards a steel walkway that lead out to the cooling tower over at the end of the rooftop, "There's out way up...that stairway up the side of the tower though is an iffy thing though isn't it?" He started towards the tower. He reached the ladder and stair combination that would allow them to get up the tower, "Better if I head up first, this way you don't need to jump over me when you have to come down." He lead the way up carefully, "How long do we have until our marks arrive?"

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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[Short post is short because now we can get into the real deal.]

Nolan left the house shortly after Andrew had gone off for his nap. He wanted something to eat before everything went down. There was a little cafe down the street a short ways that he really had a thing for. Great place. One of those places where you're afraid to eat there at first glance, but where you can find some of the best food in the area because they don't hold back. He ordered up a pair of meals, soup and non with dips and the like. And as it still surprises him, even though it shouldn't, he ordered some bottled water and a pair of diet sodas. He waved to the owner, who he'd managed to get somewhat friendly with in passing. The man recognized him as a expat-local now. Someone he could trust, and didn't for a second think that he was there for anything but working some odd job.

He made it home and spread the food out, beginning to eat while waiting for his partner to wake.

In the meantime he brought out his phone, and started to flip through the news. Alot of it was still on the attack in Brussels of course. When 9/11 hit it was world wide news too. The Brussels attack was something just the same. Huge, far reaching. A group of terrorists, and death all around. As he read a story he started to notice a trend though, something about a pair of giants, a former Russian Olympian and the current WSM champ. What with this years tournament having been canceled because of the attack he still held the title. What got him though was that the pair were heralded as heroes. Saying that despite what should have happened, the pair hadn't ran and hidden like many others had, and taken up weapons and killed quite a few of the terrorists themselves, saved civilians, and managed to rescue an entire police station from being annihilated

Nolan had always thought trust fund babies like them wouldn't have tried to do that. But sometimes in times of extreme stress the oddest people did the most amazing things. He wasn't so sure he'd have been able to do the same thing. The shock of the moment might not have allowed him to pull off the same. He kept flipping through the news while waiting for Andrew. Then the game would be on. And they had killing to do The thing they did best when behind a long rifle.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

In Belguim

The giants had been gathered up by an ambulance shortly before reaching the safe zone. And taken to a medical area. After having the bullets removed and placed in side by side beds, bandaged up and injected with painkillers. Natalie and Victor had rested for a time. Hours later, in the early hours of the evening Victor had opened his eyes after a nap. Sitting up and looking over at Natalie. He reached over, pulled his jacket close, then nudged her, "Babe?" As she turned to him he pulled a purple velvet case from his jacket, opened it and grinned, "A 7.62 round in my shoulder...about a dozen 9mm rounds in you...and this is the best time I can think of to ask...Will you marry me?" He smiled at her, showing her the gold, platinum, ruby and diamond engagement ring.

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Tajikistan, Safehouse apartment

Nolan looked up at Andrew as he came in, the Canadian sniper bent over a side table reassembling his Tac 50. He nodded in greeting, "Boring is a good thing, it means nothing is going wrong. It's when things get exciting that we need to worry." He slid the gas system back into his rifle carefully, "So the industrial park huh? I was looking at maps of the area. That cooling tower is a prime spot yeah. Clear view of most of the grounds. I'll bring some AP rounds along just in case. The normal FMJ round ought to be enough to punch through the armoring on anything short of an APC. Otherwise we ought to be good."

He slid the last few pieces of his rifle back together, then racked the bolt to make sure it works. An ominous click-clack of the bolt sliding back and forth, he then pulled the trigger hearing the tick of the firing pin. He smiled, "I can take the engine out, and given a little time, the driver too, right through the wind-shield." He sat in a seat, his rifle beside him. He nodded slowly, "Is Konstantin a mark? I got this gut feeling deep down that if we don't consider him a threat, it'll come and bite us in the ass later." He smiled at his partner, "You'll get your payback on the Chinese, my brother. The way this thing sounds, the sheer size of this facilitator thing, it's got tendrils and feelers out everywhere. The bastards that took you will feel it eventually." he nodded then got up.

He made his way into the next room, coming out a little later with his PP-2000, newly refitted, the black tactical design with fitted laser sight and RDS atop it. He began to clean it carefully, "Eight hours...eight hours...I'd say get some sack time. We want to be rested and alert. I'll go find us something to eat, then we get over there and set up. explosives, cover, everything." He nodded, smiling broadly, "Oh we'll have everything ready for this guy. First steps man, for all those people who died in Belguim."

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

Tod crabbed his way through the brush. He'd found his bandits. A bunch of loud, hairy guys, guns and knives, ragged clothing and a few pieces of armoring. But not something new or unique at all. One of them was brandishing the severed ear of a sabre cat, one of bigger, meaner beasties on the frontier, but the cats were smart enough not go near settlements, the only way one would go near a town or homestead would be if they were forced out of their range, and the only way one would attack a town is if it was hurt and angry. Likely the one he had been asked to help track was missing an ear. And had been right pissed and attacked the first humans it saw after coming around.

These five bandits though had made off with their prize, and laughed about the pain they caused. Tod, would make them pay. As much as he could on his own.

He crabbed and spidered his way closer to where the bandits were resting. Eating rations and getting something to drink. Tod hrmed, then began to load his rifle, making sure he had a full load of ammo, so he had a full compliment of rounds for when he opened fire. He studied them, listened and waited.

If had been abit of a feat, tracking them as he did, having to run actually, to close the long distance and head-start. But he had finally caught up to them, then began to stalk them up to this point. He'd had any number of chances to take a number of them down, but he didn't want to do that until he was sure he could get them all. So here he knelt, watching and waiting until they were vulnerable.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

This is a reason group RPs can be so annoying. It gets bogged down because people end up waiting on something. It's not hard to post out of order and move things along. That's what is holding this back. Someone needs to post, but hasn't yet. If they haven't force them to act by posting over them and making something happen. It's rude, but it gets things moving.

That or we declare this good and dead. Five days without an IC post is a long long time ladies and germs. Long time.

I am contemplating posting and just RPing on my own here until such time as he main group gets going again. Maybe my own branch of the story can galvanize this and get it going again. But I don't want to seem to be moving too fast.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

[My post marks the end of the action for our characters, one more post from the both of us after this then we can move into anything else we might have planned.]

Victor teared down the street, aware of police running around him, away from the bomb. He ducked and weaved, firing from the hip at a few of the terrorist that had found them. The police just didn't have the reaction times he and Natalie did. He skidded abit, his focus on the end of the street, if they could make it there they might be safe from the blast. He was about to ditch his gun, lighten the load, when he was pulled off balance, the only person in existence able to do that is Natalie. No one else would be able to do that, perhaps some mythological strongmen, Heracles comes to mind, Atlas perhaps who holds up the world in Greek myth. But in modern day Earth, almost not one could budge him if he didn't wan to be moved, a large group of men perhaps pushing with every bit of strength they could sure. But only Natalie could throw him around with some ease. So wen he suddenly sails off balance, doing a twist in the air to get upright and lands behind a car he knows who did it. He then found himself under Natalie. He was about to ask what the hell she was up too.

Then the world shook, a roar built to an incredible crescendo. A deep red light followed by a baleful white bloom. And heat, much heat.

The bomb ripped the front facade of the police station off, the building it was directly in front of was blasted back off it's foundations and laid sagging against the building behind it. Cops were ripped off their feet as the pressure wave roiled down the street, punching some of the closer cars and trucks into the air, the others getting rocked back before coming to rest abit. Two vehicles parked right beside the bomb truck are kicked up into the air and almost incinerated on the spot. This same scene played out in other parts of the city, with other bomb trucks going up.

After the explosion cleared Victor looked up at Natalie, "You okay babe?" He checked her over quickly. And was about to try and get up when someone shouted in pain. He looked over to see an armed unit of the terrorists making their way down the bombed out street. Firing on the cops who were trying to find cover. They exchanged small arms fire. One of the terrorists spotted the two giants and turned to level his LMG on them. Victor tried to wriggle himself and Natalie further into cover. He snarled, he didn't want to go out this way. He tried to reach his gun next, which had fallen out of his hands. But it was too far away.

The terrorist drew aim, then shots rang out. Victor was sure they were about to die. When the terrorists dropped, and black armored SWAT and belgian camo dressed soldiers appeared, giving each of the terrorists another two shots to the chest each to make sure they were down. They progressed down the street, a SWAT van rolling down the street they just came off of and disappearing further down the road. An IFV rolling by behind it. Victor groaned, and gently rolled Natalie off him. Hugging her, as one of the SWAT cops reached them. He knelt beside them, pulling his helmet off, "So you two are the giants huh? Survivors at the plaza told us about how you blunted the first wave." The SWAT officer looked down the road, "Nine more trucks like that went off, killing hundreds. The rest were duds. or we got there in time to defuse them. You both are heroes you know. Saved lives." Victor looked up at the man and nodded, "Sure...is there a safe zone we can head too?" The SWAT officer nodded, "Sure, 4 blocks over, that's where we're taking the survivors and people we've recovered. You can head there. The Guard and SWAT were mobilized just after the first metro explosions. We'll mop up the rest."

Victor nodded, getting up and offering to help Natalie up. The SWAT officer got up and started shouting orders to the cops in the area, getting them moving to help the civvies. Victor looked around the street. Looking at the debris, and carnage. He growled, "Perth is going to have something for us to work on I think after this babe..." He looked down at Natalie, hoping she had the same line of thought he did.

An Artificial Timeline: A Post-Post-Apocalypse Sandbox RP! [The Actual Roleplay]

*starts to get the jitters*

2 days without a RP post.

Huh...do I want to post again...

Or smack someone to get them to post.

Where's my spiked riding crop and BDSM master outfit...