Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]
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				Title: <strong>Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:18:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i47.tinypic.com/9uaq06.jpg)<br><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 17pt;" class="bbc_size">Hawaii, Hickam Air Force Base, June 2019</span></strong></div><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:27:41</strong>
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				Chief Petty Officer Anna Angela Hackett yawned quietly as she followed a senior Air Force Captain down the darkly lit hallway on the 3rd floor of Pearl Harbor-Hickam's command building, her yawn was quiet and the officer seemed to not notice nor care that she was tired of walking up the stairs for the third time today, the briefing wasn't ready the first time and the second they weren't quite done ironing it out. Hopefully now they were finish so she could ditch the sleepfest that was Hickam and maybe find something to do. It occured to Anna she hadn't done her morning PT, given that she'd been on a C-130 out of Little Creek and almost immediately being rushed here by humvee. The black HMMWV she'd rode in drew eyes as belonging to the Office of Special Investigations. They were the internal affairs cops of regular police departments, aka, the people nobody wanted to mess or associate with. Then, stepping out in a black nomex jumpsuit with an M4 on her shoulder drew more looks, an uncommon occurance on an AFB. The men and women walking around in Air Force service uniforms, the dark blue pants and sky blue dress shirts offset by the Air Force security personnel dressed in green and brown combat BDU's straddling M16A4's across their chest. All of them, of course, were a complete opposite to Anna's black combat uniform and M4A1. The base was nice on the outside, the light sand colored building was an offset to the lush green grass which surrounded it and the palm trees lining its perimeter. The gentle noises from the sounds of airmen running PT and harsh yelling from drilling instructors keeping pace made Anna feel more at home than she'd thought. The joint Naval-Air Force post was nicely situation, Anna could faintly hear the sound of the sea as the coarse rumble of a large transport helicopter flying overhead filled her ears.<br><br>Snapping back to the present, Anna stopped abruptly as the Captain slid a card into a reader and a large black door buzzed. He pushed it open and gave it a final push and stepped out of the way as Anna walked past and into the room, the door closing with a thump behind her as she ventured into the room, stopping and standing at attention. A few men on the other side of the room looked up and Anna threw her hand up to her forehead in a salute. "<strong>Sir, Chief Petty Officer Hackett, reporting as ordered, sir!</strong>" She held her hand as the man dressed in the nicest hat and with the most ribbons on his chest nodded and saluted, as did the others. After they lowered their hands, Anna did the same and kept them ramrod straight along her leg, similar to the rest of her body. <br><br>"<em>At ease Chief</em>" the oldest man spoke with a gruff tone, Anna spreading her feet out to nearly shoulder width and locked her hands behind her back. They seemed to confer for a while as Anna looked around. The room was broken up into three areas. The one she was in had a two doors, the large black one she'd entered and a glass door leading down to the bases command and control center, lined with rows and rows of computers, four massive screens dominated the wall farthest from her, three were blank but one had a meteorlogical map of Europe, at least Anna thought it was Europe. The glass was slightly frosted, enough to quell any subtle or unintentional glances towards the surely restricted area. The room she was currently in was a simple area with just a massive oak wood table and a large screen on the otherside of the room, sitting above the three men huddled around a laptop. There were several laptops at the table itself, and being surrounded by chairs, it had absolutely no board room feeling to it. There were no windows, only very gentle lights up above, kind of like a movie theater. The entire room was just dark, the dark red walls and dim lighting giving it all a dark and unnerving feeling. Or it would, if Anna hadn't been in dozens of rooms just like this. "<em>I suppose your wondering why you are here, Chief.</em>" One of the men approached Anna and she stiffened slightly, her eyes fixing on him, he was a Naval officer she knew that from his uniform, she caught a glance and thought he was an Admiral. "<em>We do appreciate your hustle out here, I know you didn't have a choice but I thank you for putting the rush on. Was the trip at least enjoyable?</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Yes sir</strong>" Anna replied.<br><br>"<em>Ha, not a bad one but not great. C-130 seats put your ass to sleep quicker than a political speech, am I right Chief?</em>"<br><br>Anna smiled, replying "<strong>Yes sir...</strong>"<br><br>The old man nodded. "<em>Well, I suppose the bullshitting will have to wait, I have no doubt your curious about what is going on so I'll be frank. Your dropping into Europe, Germany to be exact, and your going to cover a bunch of civilian ass while they poke and prod things with needles. Clear?</em>"<br><br>Anna couldn't hide the curiousity from her face, but straightened up as the man finished. "<strong>Yes sir, crystal clear sir</strong>"<br><br>"<em>This ain't a SOCOM op, let me make that clear, your not getting a full team, your not even in charge of it. We selected you of all the unlucky sumbitches in my command because your jump scores are the highest I've ever seen and we need that skill to get untrained people down.</em>" The man had a deep frown on his face, like he was incredibly pissed off, which Anna had no doubt he was given his deep voice, then again he might always be angry, most men his age were always pissed off. She understood it, he had the Trident on his chest, the signature of a SEAL. No one more than SEALs better understood the desire to follow your fellow sailors into combat, let alone sending them in and knowing some wouldn't return. "<em>Either way, we'll have a full briefing when the rest of the team arrives, for now, mill about or take a seat. Stand easy Chief.</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Hooyah sir</strong>" Anna stood at attention and saluted, the man returned the salute and began the walk back to the far end of the table. Anna took her boonie out from under her shoulder and placed it on the arm rest of a chair, and ventured back towards the glass, glaring out at the sea of activity as airmen and women did their duties. Some were sitting in front of computers, most were actually, and a few officers minged between. A couple of high ranking officers conversed near the window, immediately below it actually, a CEO-ish desk with a large computer monitor had them all staring at it and talking, it looked kind of heated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 06:37:34</strong>
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				Derrick sat in the backseat of a Lincoln, looking quietly out the window as the enlisted man next to him spoke. <strong>"Well...we won't officially recognize you as a member of the armed forces, but your aid would be invaluable in this crisis." </strong> Sucking in his teeth a little as he nervously said <strong>"I mean your record? This is like out of a movie or something, plus you've been out there! You've mixed it up with these things and..."</strong> Derrick merely held up his hand and spoke softly <em>"Stop. I was there for all of it. I don't need you to spout off shit I've lived. So sit there, and play the quiet game. K' kid?"</em> The man looked dejected as Derrick's eyes returned to the window.<br><br>Sighing softly to himself, he looked back on the circumstances of what led to him to where he was right now. Derrick wanted nothing to do with the American government. He could care less about their mission or attempts to do anything, the only thing that mattered was that he was able to get back overseas to find his daughter. She was going on 10, and she was Derrick's world. Nothing would stand on his way, that was why he blackmailed and pulled strings to get himself in on this operation.<br><br>Upon stopping, Derrick hopped out the backseat with his bag slung over his shoulder. Wearing a black fleece shirt, a pair of matching jeans and boots. His attire was rather simple, but it didn't do too much to conceal his impressive physique. An attendant led him through the building, heading towards the room in which he would be briefed. This gave Derrick some measure of interest. For he was very well informed regarding the mission, possibly more than the people who would be joining him. However, Derrick had no idea as to the people who'd make up the team. Derrick would have to see to it that they were up to snuff, he didn't want to go into the field with amateurs. Not when the life of the person who mattered most to him was at stake. <br><br>Eventually a pair of black doors came into sight, Derrick went through them and looked around the room. Admittedly it was more impressive than he had been expecting. Crossing his arms over his chest, Derrick noticed a woman by a window. Mentally examining her, it was obvious that she was a soldier. The build was too well defined for someone who sat behind a desk all day. Projecting his voice, Derrick casually said "<em>I take it, you're one of the people whom they've brought onboard for this suicide mission?"</em> Judgement was being reserved presently, she definitely looked as if she could handle herself in a scrap though.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 10:58:19</strong>
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				Anna had been following a particularly pretty young brunette air force Lieutenant as she went from station to station collecting stacks of folders. Twice she'd looked up and locked eyes with Anna with a coy smile, and both times Anna gazed over her shoulder at the busy working men at the computer, not out of fear for being seen but she wanted to see if she could catch the young woman staring. Unfortunately, she didn't, though Anna had her suspicions likely based on bravado that she was. Either was, service relationships were totally against the regs, especially between enlisted and officers, but that hadn't stopped Anna before. Among her many other qualities, she was much like a spoiled high school girl in a single aspect; she always got what she wanted, and right now, she wondered how 'fit' Air Force officers were under the uniforms. <br><br>Meanwhile, as her body and eyes followed the woman, her mind was racing to figure out her mission. Civilians and needles, a subtle way of saying either doctors or some big head scientists that demand the Navy, or Air Force, conduct and protect a mission they were running. If she wasn't running it nor getting a team, she figured she wasn't even getting more active duty soldiers to go with her. She knew very well what had happened in Europe, she even shed a few tears for all of the dead and abandoned, but since then she'd wisened up, her mind poking and prodding the gentle aspects of the mission. Maybe combat data or searching for a permenant cure incase this thing showed up again, though Anna hated these types of missions; she couldn't return fire to a virus, not effectively anyway. Knowing Anna at all, she would return fire, but even she knew it was a lost cause. This surprised her, a defeatist attitude before she even got briefed in full. She had figured out the basic aspects, she was protecting someone or recovering something. SEALs were the best in the world at direct action and speedy missions, and their skill in parachuting was attributed to the fact they were the only service known to train sailors in HALO and HAHO drops into the water, usually a fatal mistake by others was another door for the SEALs. She was cocky and for good reason, if she wasn't the best, then she'd love to meet the man that could best her and learn how he'd gotta God himself to pull the strings.<br><br>Her thoughts trailed on and off wondering what the brunettes name was, and if she'd even live to get to know her. Heck, its not like she could get in trouble for breaking regs, she wasn't even here... this whole mission and her being in Hawaii never happened. "<strong>Shit, half my best stories never happened...</strong>" Anna commented in a whisper to herself as she heard the door open.<br><br>Her head swivelled around and noticed a very good looking man enter the room with an escort. Of course she didn't really notice his looks, more so wondering his purpose. He looked about as lost as she did, so her head turned back out to the main floor area searching for her newest attraction. She squinted unable to find the woman, and a dejected pout spread across her face. <br><br>"<em>I take it, you're one of the people whom they've brought onboard for this suicide mission</em>" <br><br>Anna looked up and turned around slightly, her arms still locked behind her back. She had half a mind to put this guy in his place, but he had that air of him that said he wasn't a complete pussy, which meant he was a soldier at some point. "<strong>You must be in the wrong place...</strong>" Anna replied coldly, turning around fully and staring the man down. "<strong>...we don't do suicide missions in the Navy, it costs to much money.</strong>" Anna smirked and crossed the room, offering out her hand.<br><br>"<strong>Petty Officer Hackett,</strong>" She smiled, though it was obvious she wasn't exactly comfortable. "<strong>You must be the second unluckiest son of a bitch in the world.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 17:04:00</strong>
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				Derrick cocked up an eyebrow at the woman who was now attempting to stare him down. Chuckling softly he crossed his arms and licked his lips. Her replies weren't unexpected, and when she crossed to offer her hand he took it. His grip was very firm, and his eyes didn't leave her for a good period of time until dropping the shake.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wrong place? No...I did sign up for a suicide mission." A smirk came over the man's face as he started to walk deliberately towards the window she had been looking out of. "This mission? Is a suicide mission, I was over there in Europe. In the thick of the shit.....let's just say that what is going on over there makes the worst possible forms of anarchy you can imagine look like a weekend in Cancun." His gaze was focused out of the window for a moment as he put his arm on the window. "As for being unlucky? I volunteered for this assignment. Though I'm not millitary....or any rank of which you could refer to...Shipmate." A light smile shifted the corners of his lips upwards as he glanced back at Hackett. <br><br>"So out of curosity Officer, is there anyone in particular you were ogling out there?" If anything he was a very confrontational person, though with this new woman his intentions were quite a bit different in comparison to the usual hostility that he displayed to people. It was true that Derrick wanted to see what made her tick, and to gauge her effectiveness. Also though? She was a beautiful woman, and even in his current state he couldn't ignore that. "...Tell me Hackett, have you come across any of the infected subjects yet?" His tone had taken on a slightly more serious edge as Derrick turned to face her, giving her his undivided attention fully now.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 18:33:43</strong>
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				Anna bit her lip as the man proceeded past her towards the window, nodding briefly to herself as she craned her neck to look at him. "<strong>Ah, I see. So <em>you</em> are one of the crazy people tagging along with me, awesome...</strong>" Anna feigned surprise, turning around to look at the window and rolling her eyes in response. It didn't surprise her he wasn't military, still didn't mean he wasn't at some point. But now she was sure, either Marines or Rangers, hard to tell though Rangers had a more cocky attitude where as Marines were typically more rough around the edges, but combat effective which served the purpose. She crossed her arms and approached the window, looking down and trying to find the brunette when the man chirrped up.<br><br>Anna ignored the question, she didn't even flinch nor did she move, she just stared. Her personal rule was being violated as she spoke, she never got attached to the cargo on a mission because civilians never really knew how to take care of themselves. Her mind wandered to guessing he had a little bit of pull on the people running this, and guessed he had a half decent understanding of the op. Anna herself wasn't concerned by any of it, she didn't have the luxury or the desire to question orders. If her team needed her anywhere, the only issues she had were transportation and how long she would let her sister use her apartment and her only questions are 'when, who and where.'<br><br>"<strong>Thats Petty Officer Hackett if you don't mind, and yes, I've been in action against a few of them...</strong>" Anna replied distantly as she spotted the brunette at the far end of the briefing room, remembering the badly failed attempted rescue of US embassy workers in France, it hadn't gone well. She immediately shifted her gaze over towards the older men occupying the far end of the room, and squinting. They were talking amongst each other, the Admiral who had greeted her had an absolutely huge frown on his face, his eyes squinted in frustration and the other two looked similar as they conveined around a laptop. She turned around and locked eyes with the man again, thinking back quickly to his question. What, did he think because she was a woman she didn't get action? Or that maybe the Navy took a passing interest in the shit happening in former Europe? She had half a mind to scoff in response but decided not to, simply looking back down at the main area and focusing on the TV. "<strong>I assume you have? Fought them, at least.</strong>" 
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 19:22:03</strong>
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				A few onlookers gathered as he got ready for the task at hand. It was some sort of ritual now, to spice up the boring afternoons in the base. A brute force contest. Utem watched as more weight was added to the bar. He stood behind it, ready to catch it if the one underneath wasn't able to hold it. "Come on, hurry up before the boss arrives." he said with a cheery voice at those loading the discs. "Oh, shut up, you're just mad because you can't take part anymore." He wasn't mad, actually, after winning every time for the last couple of months they banned him from the bench. <br><br>"Okay, three, two, one, go!" said Utem once the bar was loaded, someone beside him got a chronometer running as the one on the bench lifted the bar...and dropped it almost instantly for Utem to catch. General laughter was heard and the winner declared. Winnings from the bets and for the winner where distributed, barely in time as the doors flung open. "At ease, I'm not here to brake your display of force. Major..." said the man with some sarcasm in his voice. "Let's cut the formalities. Get your uniform and your things you have been assigned to a team. Don't expect much respect, who you are, your...'rank' or what you have done is nonexistant outside this walls. Now get moving." Utem frowned and nodded, after a few handshakes and friendly hugs he left and got ready, before boarding the airplane, where he was debriefed.<br><br>"At least I'm not heading for a trial..." he told the person in front of him. He had been told about the mission before, briefly but enough to try and make him choose the trial. He wasn't or perhaps was more foolish than what they expected. Now, as he finished reading the information, a slight tinge of regret burdened him. "This is suicide..." he muttered while getting out of his uniform and into more casual clothes. A tight fitting shirt, long sleeved as he liked it, a pair of pants and boots completed his attire. He shouldered his bagpack and waved at the man in front of him, before getting of the car, somewhat disappointed it hadn't been a woman. <br><br>A few sets of stairs later, he went past the doors and noticed he wasn't the first to arrive. "Evening,"he called at both figures before setting his bagpack on a chair and moving closer. "Sorry to interrupt your chat, please ignore I'm here." he added, helping himself with a drink, not really surprised at the lack of alcohol. He studied both of them in detail, weighing them, or at least what he could see of their personality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 02:07:43</strong>
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				Petty Officer Hackett would make for interesting sport at the very least, was the thought currently on Derrick's mind. After listening to her for a moment, he muttered <em>"You could say that. I was in Germany previously, fought my way through half of Berlin. But you were out there in the field? That's good. Means I don't have to babysit your ass, love."</em> Glancing towards her out the corner of his eyes he said <em>"You're more than likely trying to figure me out right now?"</em> A knowing smirk was on his face as he remarked <em>"I've been doing that since I walked in and noticed that shapely figure of yours....Though I take you as a follow orders to the letter type. Am I wrong?" </em> <br><br>Derrick was hoping the rest of this team would hurry up in arriving, time was of the utmost importance. Turning towards the voice from behind them, he merely turned his head and tilted it to the side. Examining the new member of the team, he said softly <em>"Another soldier. Go figure."</em> <br><br>Derrick returned his attention to Petty Officer Hackett after getting lost in thought for a moment. <em>"I'll just let you know in advance, I will more than likely be very friendly during this mission. Fraternization isn't an issue with me...because well I'm freelance."</em> A very smug look played over his face as he shrugged lightly. <em>"So what do you do? What do you specialize in?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 05:44:52</strong>
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				"I'm not just a soldier, my training goes a bit beyond shooting and punching." Utem replies looking at Derrick and tapping his ear once and briefly. He takes his glass and walks over, taking his time, he is still measuring both of them. The woman catches his interest, slightly at the moment. The other one...not so much. <br><br>"I'm Utem Eberel, pleased to make your acquaintance. I believe there is no need for formalisims in these conditions. And i see you lack manners too, otherwise you'd have offered the lady a drink already. That is&nbsp; if she wishes for one." he adds with a grin, waiting for Anna's reaction.<br><br>He glances for a few instants through the window, he recognizes a few buildings, he had been there before, not as a soldier but as a empresary. He had been there to offer the training program of his company, mostly to justify opening a branch on the area. It wasn't as succesful as he had expected but it went okay. Now he was there again and getting to know his team for a mssion.
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 06:11:14</strong>
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				Glances back at the kid. "Yeah...here's me caring, soldier." The comment about his manners? That was too much. Turning around, Derrick examined Utem for a second before making his way down towards him. "I have an idea of what you could do with that drink." It was said in a calm quiet manner, Derrick had a slight smile on his face. "Now as I was saying...soldier." Before turning away from him and making his way back to the window. "Germany, has gone to hell. This mission? Suicide mission at best, I will tell you two right now....everyone if anyone will not make it back home." <br><br>Glares out of the window for a moment before sighing, "Have you even considered the most viable threat? It's not just the carriers....but actual survivors? You take away law, order, and throw people into the grinder? Well...you'll all see." A short laugh came from the large man as he closed his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 07:00:29</strong>
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				Anna stood quite motionless as Derrick tried to lay the charm on. Instinctively she just broke eye contact and occupied herself with the large screens occupying the large room just below them, she never got personal on a mission whether or not a teammate was freelance or otherwise, it opened up emotional issues good or bad, which had no place when lives, and more importantly the mission, were hanging on a line. She only shifted her feet as another man entered the room, her eyes looking at him for a moment as he walked in and spoke, to which she only nodded. "<strong>Well, I'm sure the other members of the team will be happy to be informed your in the market...</strong>" Anna replied with a slight smile. "<strong>As for my specialty, that would be close quarters and I'm also functioning as the jump master for this operation, but my talents aren't exactly limited to one page.</strong>" Anna smiled inwardly, walking off towards the window but stopping and turning back to face the new man as he mentioned her, or at least it would be her, the only lady in the room.<br><br><em>"I'm Utem Eberel, pleased to make your acquaintance. I believe there is no need for formalisims in these conditions. And i see you lack manners too, otherwise you'd have offered the lady a drink already. That is&nbsp; if she wishes for one"</em> Anna hears the new guy chime in. <br><br>She smiles and offers her hand. "<strong>Petty Officer Hackett, nice to meet you, and no thank you... the lady is on duty.</strong>" She spoke quietly, watching as without any real warning the two men seemed to get heated, or at least one did. Immediately Anna backed off towards the table, milling about between the table and window with her arms again behind her back. Stangely she was most comfortable like this, standing at attention had been drilled into her head since day one and as did the at ease stance, it was like a second nature to her now. <br><br>Her ears listened in again as Derrick mentioned the threats of survivors posing to them, and Anna had to smirk at the idea. Its true she'd thought of survivors, so wraped up in their hellish reality and warped from the real world that they would be hostile towards them, but it didn't really seem likely to her that a bunch of civilians with sticks and maybe weapons, unlikely but possible, would be able to post much of a threat to this group. She had no doubts these two were capable and hoped some more military types might show up, just hoping a little bit. At least then she'd have something in common with someone, be it only by uniform. Anna gazed out the window and grew bored, not spotting her new favorite person in the US Air Force, so she turned and leaned against the window, running her hand through her hair and flipping it away from her shoulders. <br><br>"<strong>No need to worry gents</strong>" Anna spoke up. "<strong>I shouldn't have to remind you that training people like me costs a lot of zeros, and suicide missions are things best left to...freelancers...much less expensive. You might know the mission but I know the Navy, cutting pennies is its art form and suicide missions cost cash.</strong>" Anna couldn't help but smile a little as she cast a knowing wink towards Derrick.
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				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 07:25:41</strong>
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				Derrick's lips curled slightly into a grin as he said <em>"I'm sure they will be happy to, but don't think you're getting off the hook that easy."</em> Listening to her talk about her specialties for a second, he returned his gaze out of the window. <br><br>"Oh sure, Navy training is expensive....but that money counts for dick when society as we know it is on the brink of collapsing." Derrick ran a hand over his head for a moment before he sat down. After biting his lip, he thought of his words carefully and said <em>"Granted, they hope this mission will be a success. They want it to be one, and more than anything they need this to be a success....Defending a bunch of science nerds while they try to figure out how this thing works?" </em> Derrick licked his lips for a moment as he took a pause to breathe, he had almost let slip that he knew far more about the infection than he should. <br><br>Leaning back into the chair for a moment as Derrick closed his eyes, laying his head down for a moment. The memories of his daughter were coming to him far more frequently now. He needed her, she gave him purpose and there was no way he could know if she was dead or alive? That was the most cruel torture he'd ever been made to endure. Although Derrick did chuckle a bit at the mention of freelancers being more expendable. <em>"If I didn't know any better, I would think that you just made a funny."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 16:35:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/1234567.jpg)</div> It's hot.<br><br>Something that Ashleigh has always known, but never really had the opportunity to experience up until this point. Hawaii is hot. Stepping off of the commercial plane at Honolulu International Airport, the would-be military toy of the US government was truly happy to be here, despite the circumstances. Heat was one thing, traveling to Europe in hopes of truly ridding the world of this threat was another. As she traveled through all of the terminals to head to customs, the girl started to wonder why they hadn't brought her in on a private jet or something to go right into the air base. Sure, it might be frowned upon to tell people that you're headed on a mission to collect samples and studies while surrounded by things that want you dead, but it's not like a really comfortable jet headed to a military base was suspicious, right?<br><br>Maybe the kinks that Ashleigh is still trying to walk off were making her bitter.<br><br>There are a few perks with working with the government, though. All her expenses from here on out are pretty much paid for! Her phone now pretty much works everywhere that isn't plagued by mindless 'zombies', and she gets to delve into the collection of works regarding the virus that the government has left at her disposal. Ashleigh really hasn't had the opportunity to take advantage of any of this, however, as she was practically told to gather whatever clothing and toiletries that were essential for any trip to Hawaii. Be discreet, they told her.<br><br>Dressed in a Daffy Duck shirt, with a knee length, flowy white skirt and Islander flip-flops, Ashleigh deemed herself casual enough to pick up her baggage and leave the airport without as much of a fuss. It was here that things got a little strange. A man in a black suit held up a sign with her name on it. She couldn't tell through the thick-framed sunglasses, but it was easy to assume that this guy had the stare of a bad ass. When the student approached, he wordlessly took her luggage off the ground and led her to a black, far from inconspicuous, military grade hummer. <br><br>"Guess Hawaiians don't really care for military excursions, huh?" Ashleigh asked jokingly, hoping to get a glimpse at the man's personality. He said nothing, only guiding her to the rear passenger door, insisting she take a seat with a slight head gesture. Hard ass looked to be a fair assessment.<br><br>The ride was silent and short, no more than about twenty minutes was Ashleigh's best bet. Upon arrival, a girl in military uniform greeted the scientist warmly, a stark contrast from the suited man earlier. "Don't mind him, he's just a hard ass. He'll do well to make sure your baggage gets to your room, so please, just follow me for now." Not being able to do much of anything except shrug, the young adult followed her military counterpart across the strip and a few buildings until arriving at a door. Behind it were a few muffled voices that became clear as soon as the door was opened. "I'm sure you've read everything you were given. These are your... teammates."<br><br>With that, the uniformed girl left and Ashleigh, rather overwhelmed, walked through. Everyone here was packing heat. If they weren't, they had muscles that could crush the Dutch native's head. It was clear that none of them were your typical run of the mill soldier. Some of them had smirks on their faces, leaving the scientist to believe that she caught the butt end of a few quips at each other, likely flirty considering the other woman in the room.<br><br>"Uh... Hey guys. I'm Ashleigh de Jong," she started, putting the typical Dutch accent where it was needed in her name. "I'm pretty much the person that none of you want dead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:21:22</strong>
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				"<strong>Oh, ha ha, I get it...make fun of the girl, sure! Fine, be pessimistic over there, see where that'll get ya. Me, I'm a realist and realistically, no mission is a suicide mission if I'm involved...except for the other side.</strong>" Anna replied with no shortage of ego, bravado and cockyness, lightening up a little bit. What Derrick said rang true, the only difference being her priorities were the mission and her teammates, not herself. Selflessness is a core pillar of SEAL training, easily the most intense in the world. It is impossible to pass without throwing your shoulder into every challenge like your life depended on it and carrying a teammate with you as you did so. The thing that set BUD/S apart was that the next day, it would be the man or woman you carried who was carrying you through when your body literally shut down. In Hell Week, Anna remembered clearly the 97 HOURS without sleep, constant physical and mental activity, and added with the December chill of the Pacific at 0200 in the morning, combined with screaming DI's and sore bones, muscles and everything else... the miracle laid not that she passed, but she lived through it.<br><br>A particularly painful moment flashed back in Anna's mind, where she'd been in the ocean for almost 4 hours, and her entire body was numb. Her mind was drifting and, to be honest, she was losing consciousness. She was locked arms with two of her fellow trainees and none of them were making much noise. The waves clashing on the rocks, and beach around them coupled by the drowning silence as the water rushed over their heads in vicious waves fell into a quiet rythem. Soon, Anna attached it to an old folk song she'd learned in Texas written during the Civil War to keep wounded men occupied, bloodied and broken, but their spirits high. Eventually she'd started singing it without noticing, and a few others picked it up. Soon, the entire class of 21 remaining recruits were singing along.<br><br>Just as Anna was about to offer another surely pointless response to the suicide mission talk, the doors opened yet again and Anna stiffled a quiet laugh as a young woman walked in. "<strong>Petty Officer Hackett</strong>" Anna nodded as she sat against her chair. "<strong>..pleasure to meet you.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:39:56</strong>
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				<em>"I'm curious, is that bravado learned or did it come with the packaging?"</em> After cracking his back for a moment, Derrick straightened up and said <em>"Pessimism or honesty? I'm not saying you all are going to die horrible bloody deaths, but statistically speaking? It is quite possible. Although I'm playing babysitter so you just might make it through....at least until our goals diverge at least....As for why I am making fun of you? You're just so damn cute, pet."</em><br><br>A sarcastic smirk came over his face, she will definitely be fun to play with was his dominating thought currently. Derrick turned when he heard another female voice. Looking over this newcomer for a moment, he could tell instantly she wasn't a soldier. <em>"Wait...let me guess. A science nerd? I should probably let you know now that I am single. Present company said that news would make others on the team happy." </em> A smartassed grin was shot back at Petty Officer Hackett.<br><br>Glancing back and forth between the two attractive women as if he was deciding which was more worthy of his attention, Derrick shrugged and said to the two of them <em>"Well, you two can call me Derrick, I think referring to my by my last name would be too formal. The rookie over there? He gets to be formal."</em> Yelling over his shoulder, Derrick added for his benefit <em>"It's Dixon!"</em> Turning back to Ashleigh, Derrick crossed his arms and asked <em>"Any training with firearms or in hand to hand combat?"</em><br><br>Flirtation would serve to keep Derrick grounded, it was the main reason that he was the way he was. If he didn't have that and was all about his mission, he had a feeling that he would lose himself. Derrick had conducted far too many operations throughout his life to allow that to happen once more. The women going on this mission would either love him, or hate him to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:04:49</strong>
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				<em>Right into the nitty-gritty...</em> Ashleigh thought to herself, waving at both Hackett and Derrick as soon as they introduced themselves. For military folk, they were all rather decent looking. Not that she was trying to be offensive, but more often than not, when one thinks about a soldier, she thinks about guys with scars and very little in the realm of humour. Here, you have people who are armed to the teeth, retain the knowledge of being able to kill you in a thousand different ways, and are clever and attractive. <br><br>"Likewise," the young adult replied sweetly to the officer, more for the sake of being nice than cute. Trying to be as subtle as can be, Ashleigh gave the woman a quick elevator look, taking in her form. Fit was the word she came up with.<br><br>Turning her glance to the other speaker, Ashleigh wasn't quite as impressed as she was with the other woman. Not that he wasn't in the least attractive, but his choice of words, and the way he said them, wasn't the most... appealing of things. Smart mouths are fine in her book, but smart mouths who flirt and KNOW that they're stunning specimens of human beings, it just screams 'I'm a jerk!'<br><br>"Weapons training? Not really..." Ashleigh said, looking at her hands as if it held the answer. "I just got a manual about some military issue pistol in a folder. I didn't read too much into it since, well... I think it's frowned upon to pull out a book like that on a plane, yeah?" She shrugged again, not entirely concerned with her lack of familiarity with weapons. "I'm sure you guys will be fine without me trying to put holes in some... monsters."<br><br>The word was a little disturbing to use for Ashleigh. They were once humans, but calling them humans would be far from the truth, now. Calling them zombies would be just as peculiar, as they WERE humans not too long ago. Well, anywhere from now to six years, anyway. Only now realizing that it was probably a bit awkward to be standing by the door, the more casually dressed of all of these soldiers stepped over to the closest table, and consequently the closest chair to take a seat. <br><br>"Whatever, doesn't matter. Nice to meet you both. Or, well, all of you," Ashleigh smiled a bit deeper when she caught sight of the third military man. She was feeling a bit dumb having not seen him before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 11:24:11</strong>
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				Hackett had taken back to the window after the briefing. She adamently ignored the food; the 18 hour non-stop flight to Germany aboard a MC-130 with no bathrooms and a HALO jump shortly there after made the idea of eating hard to stomach, especially given they could be in hostile contact right after landing. Her mind wandered to the briefing and the mission, it all seemed straight forward. Her tactical mind scaled the cliffs and hardships bound to exist during the mission. Several things bothered her quite a bit but none of them would ever be voiced unless there were obvious options to remedy them. Civilians with no weapons training nor any weapons meant they were under strength, more bellies to feed and backs to watch than weapons to use, it meant they would always have to use extreme caution and that took time.<br><br>Then the pictures were there, in her mind Anna hadn't really pondered on them at all, she felt a little tinge of remorse of possibly having to fire upon a child, but like anyone in her line of work she compartmentalized immediately. She couldn't look at anyone not on the team as anything other than the OPFOR, Opposing Forces, or she may hesitate. Syria, Nigeria, Sudan, Cambodia, Thailand and even Afghanistan she'd seen kids with guns, kids wearing suicide vests and every other manner of horrors, but she slept every night without a stir because it didn't mean a damn thing. None of it, she had to remember that or lose her mind, none of it meant anything. Do, ignore, forget. She could smell the food and looked over her shoulder at the goodies, cursing her training for forcing her to ignore the definitely good smell.<br><br>Admiral Booth slapped Anna on the shoulder. "<em>A second, Senior Chief..</em>" He spoke and turned, like hell Hackett would say 'one second sir'. "<strong>Sir,</strong>" Anna replied and followed the Admiral to the corner. She followed the Admiral and stopped as he nodded to the two other officers with him. "<em>This is General Campbell, my Vice-Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and Admiral Harper, J-SOC.</em>" He nodded to the men.<br><br>Anna saluted and both returned the salute. "<em>Senior Chief there are developments ongoing in J-SOC and up at SOCOM about the implications of this mission. Scientific intents aside</em>" Admiral Harper spoke first. "<em>We see this as a good chance to gain valuable combat intel on any OPFOR you encounter.</em>" The Admiral produced a small camera, about the size of a roll of pennies. "<em>This camera sends burst transmitions to us from your helmet via sat-burst, same frequency as your IFF tracker. We want you to, if possible, gather video intelligence on the non-combat aspects of life for anything you encounter, infected or God forbid, survivors.</em>"<br><br>"<em>Now listen, we aren't ordering you to initiate combat against anyone, the mission of protecting the science team is above all else your main goal, but sat coverage cannot effectively gather information since we only get 10-12 hours of good converage a week and that isn't enough. If the opportunity arises, conduct on site recon of anyone or thing you can safely watch without putting your mission at risk. We're also going to have a critical update frequency that we'll give to you at jump off to relay anything...shifty.</em>" General Campbell spoke, nodding over Anna's shoulder.<br><br>"<strong>Shifty, sir?</strong>" Anna replied, her eyes widening noticably as she looked over her shoulder at the rest of the group. "<strong>Sir, is there something I should be aware of...</strong>" she questioned as she turned back around to face the three men.<br><br>"<em>None of those people are under our command, and we know enough but not enough about them. Don't be surprised if they have other orders, I wouldn't assume anything serious but if it puts your mission at risk, inform us immediately. We don't suspect anything now, but they don't work for us, so we want you to be aware.</em>" Admiral Booth nodded. "<em>Also, anything you see.. on ground, regarding the infected or survivors, or your team, that you observe and may pose a threat to the United States; boats, planes or any modern technology like weapons or gear, immediately relay that information to us.</em>"<br><br>Anna accepted the camera from Admiral Harper and nodded, saluting, "<strong>Aye aye sir.</strong>"<br><br>"<em>Dismissed.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 04:16:24</strong>
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				Deciding to ignore Dixon's comment and study his teammates, he listened to each introduction and replied by introducing himself, not adding much more to the conversation afterwards. He got up once to refill his glass, just as a group of people arrived and began to show them images of what was going on where they were going. <br><br>Utem was glad he was somewhat used to a high level of violence and seeing blood, still many of those images were...disturbing, he couldn't label them in any other way. A bitter taste came to his mouth at the sight of the children, remembering what he had gone through when he was that age. From the look of the people on those pictures, either they were relieved to see them or really hateful. He hoped the ones they met were the first.<br><br>He noticed...what was her name...ah yes, Hackett, glancing at the food. Whereas the idea of the long trip at hand, or the pictures, she seemed to resist the 'temptation'. He made a mental note to offer her a snack bar once they were halfway on the trip. He was knocked out of his musings by a man that blocked his view. An admiral, from his uniform, he seemed to want a word with her. <br><br>He glanced at the rest of the team, analyzing their expressions and their stances, trying to find out how they reacted to the pictures and what they had been told. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 08:01:00</strong>
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				Derrick merely looked at the pictures. Standing with his arms crossed quietly, all he did was take in what was displayed. By this point in his life, it it wasn't related to his daughter he was desensitized for all intents and purposes. <br><br>All the images of children did was make him think more of how she was out there, and he hadn't the slightest where she was. Shaking it out of his mind, Derrick looked briefly as the Admiral was conversing with Hackett. Naturally he could only assume the worst.<br><br>Granted, Derrick was well aware that the team had their own mission they were invested in. Their goals were essentially different than his own. Though if this mission was a success, it could mean a better tomorrow. One where a child doesn't have to live in fear of being killed every night. Though this sort of optimism was only for the idealists out there. Derrick had never fully agreed to actually see the mission to fruition, he promised to keep an eye on them and to do his best to keep them alive until he found what he was looking for.&nbsp; Although he wasn't a heartless enough monster to where he wanted to see them die.<br><br>Derrick bit his lip for a moment and then spoke to Ashleigh. "If you want, I could give you some instruction in self defense. That is what I did before the world went to shit, and believe me. Everyone should at least know how to defend themselves....You don't know what could happen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 08:51:23</strong>
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				The meeting was more or less a wake up call for Ashleigh. The pictures were by no means anything that was frightening, or even new to her, but the gravity of the situation was finally pounding down on the poor girl. These high ranking military folk were talking about the crisis without a whole lot of inflection. Everything was fact; this was this; that was that. Nothing more to it. The aerial views of the city they were to start the investigation in were the real objects of that brought the whole ordeal closer to home. The streets were void of life. There weren't any shoppers looking in windows or families in the parks; all that existed were buildings becoming victims to the elements and creatures roaming between them looking for the next person to kill.<br><br>That last point may not even be the case, Ashleigh thought once the next picture was in place. That was the point of the whole mission in the first place, no? The meeting continued on with the higher-ups explaining again what she already knew, leaving her looking rather bored at the screen on the wall. She wasn't so arrogant enough to yawn, but was close to it by the time the meeting had finished. A number of the men left the room, while a few stayed to speak with the other woman in the room. This was when the scientist caught Derrick looking at her curiously, his teeth showing but only against the edge of his bottom lip. <br><br>"I'll wait..." Ashleigh said, standing up from her seat, "We're not leaving immediately, I don't think. I'm going to go to my room and try to register all of this." She lifts up the chair slightly in her relatively small, dainty hands to tuck it under the table silently. Not wanting to put Derrick off, considering his words were only out of concern (or so she thought), the young woman flashed him a smile before heading to the door.<br><br>"I'm sure someone here is bound to offer me a gun at some point. I'd really like to avoid that as much as I can." Ashleigh turned on her heel to face Derrick. Both of her hands held the frame of the door loosely as she spoke. "Maybe on the plane or something, huh?"<br><br>With that, Ashleigh left the room completely, walking down the halls rather aimlessly in hopes of finding someone that could lead her in the right direction to the quarters. She wanted to get at her laptop so she could start organizing herself for the investigation. Gathering 'live' samples was one thing, but if you don't even catalog it properly, you're bound to get a whole shitload of discrepancies. The way that Ashleigh does conduct her research is a strange one in the first place. Her work since putting her degree on hold is filled with little quirks and messages; things that only she could truly understand like sayings and obvious curses in place of real discoveries. It was her own sort of way of encoding, though she wasn't really conscious of it. <br><br>Getting to do that, however, depended on a few of things. First, if she actually finds where the hell the living quarters were. Second, if she finds it before being called up to some military plane just to jump off of it. And third, if none of the members of the team decide to follow her lead. Not that the latest of those was really an awful thing. <br><br><em>Maybe a change of clothes would be a good idea,</em> Ashleigh looked down at her shirt and skirt. A little shimmer on her waist reminded her that she had sunglasses tucked into the fringe of her bottoms, just in time to put them on before she walked right into the sun's rays pounding through one of the windows. <em>I wonder if I get to have one of those skin tight, armoured cat suits that are always in the movies...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 15:08:27</strong>
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				After her enlightening conversation with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Hackett had gone back to her window and gazed down at the flurry of activity dominating the floor below. The Admiral from J-SOC had wandered down there and was talking with several Air Force Colonel's about something, Anna had no intention on staring or prying and scanned the room. Everyone was busy, running about in preparation for the jump which Anna still didn't know when was going to happen, all she could really do was relax and prepare. It could be her last day for months or her life in the United States. Normally, she'd go out to a bar or club with her teammates and drink or something before a jump like this. But she didn't want to go out with strangers, it felt awkward doing a team tradition with complete strangers, not to mention Ashleigh, for all intents and purposes her charge and mission.<br><br>Her eyes grew bored of the sight in front of her, everything seemed to be falling into place. Anna had been in this position to know she had a bit of time before the jump off, so she turned around and proceeded towards the table as Ashleigh left. "<strong>Well gents, this sailor is going to hit the range, no point in sitting here and shooting the shit when I should be shooting paper targets...</strong>" Anna smiled as she grabbed her boonie off her chair, fitted it on her head and nodded to the two men. "<strong>See you on the flip side gents..</strong>"<br><br>With that, Hackett walked back towards the door and opened it up, stepping out into the hallway and fitting her boonie to her head, adjusting her Nomex jumpsuit and straightening it out. She met several officers on her way down the hallway and saluted to each, her pace quickening as she relished in feeling her M4 back in her hands once again. The hallways were darkly lit just as the briefing room, though the walls were white and the carpeting blue, the dim lighting barely managed to magnify in intensity by a moderate level on the white walls, giving everything a surreal glow, almost like a haze. Anna, even in her jumpsuit, still looked very military. Besides the P228 on her thigh and the boonie cover, the jumpsuit was clearly a military garment. She would likely take a pair of MARPAT battle uniforms just in case, but her vests and webbings would all cover that up, more so for function than anything else. A few months in the same clothes was awkward, at least BDU's were lighter and cooler than the Nomex.<br><br>Anna turned a corner and spotted Ashleigh milling about with her shades on, Anna smirked a little as she walked past the young woman. Kind of hard to imagine her as a science geek, Anna had to remember she'd assumed the scientist would be a 40 year old guy with glasses bigger than most of his face and a problem with public speaking, though she was just generalizing to the extreme. If anyone had assumed what she'd look like, buzzed hair and a tattoo on her neck would be the most likely. Of course they didn't know about the one on her lower back. Anna paused as she stopped at the stairs leading down to the doors she'd entered earlier. Instinctively, Anna turned around and looked across the hall at the scientist. "<strong>Lost?</strong>" Anna piped up, her curiousity piqued though she knew this base as little as everyone, she'd had a guide the whole time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 05:17:11</strong>
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				After lingereing in the room for a while, he decided to leave, following Hackett's and Ashleigh's example. He took his bag and left the room, not even bothering to glance at Derrick. Through the doors and into the elevator, he wondered about the mission. Considering the chance of survival and infection, both weren't quite appealing. <br><br>He tried to remember how the base was arranged. He knew where the living quarters were, as well as the shooting range, he thought remembering what Anna had said. "Petty Officer Hacket" he reminded himself with a grin. Once outside he raised his hand briefly to shield his eyes as they got used to the sun, which didn't took long. <br><br>"Now where should i go first..." he mused, before noticing Hackett and Ashleigh. He looked at both of them,s omewhat interested, people always looked different when under indoor lighting. The differences between both of them were quite evident, both physical and on their selection of clothing, something he had noticed earlier with the brief conversations.<br><br>Hackett was clearly the protocol type, even when off-duty. Ashleigh on the other hand seemed more relaxed, at least that was his first impression. He still had to get more acquainted to either to make sure if his ascertions were facts. "Ah, we meet again." he said with a sly grin. "Can I show you ladies around or you'd rather find your way around?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 07:44:26</strong>
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				When every building that she had seen was facing the courtyard and was more or less the same sandy yellow, it was hard to really orient oneself. Ashleigh really didn't like being so helpless on this base. Wasn't there a map or something around here? She distinctly remember seeing one... among the folder that she was first given when told to come here... which was now with her baggage. Typical. In her frustration, the young, unarmed woman simply stood where she was, a hand rested on her hip while the other rubbed the back of her neck nervously. <br><br>As if on cue, that military woman from the meeting, Hackett if Ashleigh recalled correctly, walked on by but stopped to share a few words. Or well, one. Lost was something that was really not a very appealing thing to admit being. Just when she was about to concede, another one of those army types came up from another direction, offering his assistance as well. His approach was a little more... suave, to say the least.<br><br>"I guess it wouldn't be such a terrible thing." Ashleigh let her hands rest by her side, turning to face the man. "I got some work to do, so the faster the better, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 09:09:11</strong>
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				Derrick went off to his private bunk, he'd gotten a layout of the area earlier in the day. Grunting softly as he sat on the bed, a quiet "Fuck..." was uttered under his breath. Derrick lifted up his shirt and rubbed his fingers over the bandages. His mind slipped to how the bandages were needed. <br><br>It was a couple of weeks ago, when he was in a hot zone. Derrick had been looking for leads, when he got into an altercation with infected. Things were definitely under the control, an unforseen variable reared its head though. Survivors getting involved in the proceedings, not only survivors. Neo-nazi survivors, Derrick took a .22 through his abdomen that day. The wound still caused him discomfort from time to time although it was attended to. The men responsible? They were no longer among the living, Derrick had saw to that.<br><br>Opening up his wallet as he lay back on his bed, Derrick pulled out his most precious personal belonging. A picture of himself with a rare genuine smile, a beautiful woman whom he currently loathed as well as the one good thing the two of them had ever done together. "God...you're the most perfect thing on the planet." He whispered softly as a single tear found its way into the corner of his eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infected - All the Rage [possibly descriptions of extreme (nonsexual) violence]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:08:55</strong>
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				Utem glanced from one woman to the other, wondering how would both react to his offering furthermore, he considered, would either of them ask about the source of his knowledge of the base? He had always intended to keep his life as a businessman away from his military and personal life, having succeeded mostly in these years.<br><br>Smiling at Ashleigh, he nodded. "It would be best to leave unfinished business closed before we leave. After all we will be away for a while." he mused looking up. He waited for Hackett's reply before heading for the living quarters, to show Ashleigh where they were. "Here we are. I'll leave you so you can finish your work, see you at the jump." he said leaving. He headed next to the shotting range, the idea of relieving some stress with the targets also appealed to him. <br><br>Checking his bag briefly, he took out a gun inside it's holster, the safety was on and the clip was missing. He took the clip out of a side bag and a pair of protection goggles, leaving the ear protection where it was. He checked if there were others in the range before shooting, also making sure they were wearing ear protection or at least where at a reasonable distance from him.<br><br>Utem focused on the target, staring at it while holding the .45 with a practiced grip and stance. He pulled the trigger, feeling the recoil through his arm and minimizing it, almost mechanically. He emptied the rest of the clip in a quick barrage, the empty casings falling beside him.
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