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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 1:56 pm
Close your eyes and look away;
Fate exposed and won't let me stay. Sasha was confident the others heard her attacks, and would know now was the time to act and to get out. The Army would soon be in the area and the four would be able to escape. If only they could get out of the underground maximum-security penitentiary filled with literally hundred of German soldiers trained for little more than guarding a shoelace. Though the guards would be easy pushovers, there would be virtually no end to them, and ammunition would become a problem very early—not to mention the mass of bullets that would undoubtedly be constantly flying at their heads.
Fier soon reached the armory and Sasha waved. It had been so long since she had seen the brown-head that she wanted to tackle him. Instead, she commented, “When are you going to upgrade from that twentieth-century Dragunov? There are so much better weapons to use; hell, even this MP-5 is better than that junk-load. At least it’s more accurate.” It felt so good to use her native tongue in a friendly manner. She had always made fun of Fier for his Dragunov, that rifle mastered in the 1980’s and never reconstructed further. At least her Remington 700 was updated with new ammunition and scope, as well as carbon fibre and titanium. But no, he had to be old-school.
She sighed and immediately hushed herself. Listening to the air around her, she picked up the sounds of many footsteps coming toward them. She estimated over fifty. “Damn.” Looking around, she saw a nice hiding spot and another one and another, but nothing good enough that only the gun would stick out. There were too many open spots. Then again, this was also an armory, and lots of gunpowder and C4 were in there. Not to mention grenades. “Grenades! Lesse, smoke, flash, concussive, fragment… Fier! Throw these down the halls!” she yelled as she threw over two smoke grenades. Once she had seen him throw them, she threw over two flashbangs and four fragments, keeping two concussive and two flashbangs for herself. “Once you hear them, throw the ‘bangs. That should give us some time. We’ll have to hold out until Dima and Karina get here. We need to be together.”
Once she found herself some adequate cover, she ducked down and cocked the MP-5. All hell was about to break loose in the armory. Hopefully, they could hold out. Hurry up and get here, dammit! she thought as she peeked her head from behind the cover. She did not see anything or hear anything. The soldiers were walking slowly through the smoke. Wait… wait…
“Now!” Hope will fall tonight with broken wings,
descending entity in me.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:29 am
Fier found Sasha and laughed when she commented on his Dragunov and said in Russian for the first time in awhile, "This rifle was my first rifle, and I wouldn't be myself without it." He loaded a clip into it and cocked it before following Sasha again. He was so tired of staying silent for so long that the Russian that came from his mouth felt like taking off weights from his mind.
Also hearing the group of soldiers approaching, walked into the armory again with Sasha and picked up the grenades that she threw to him. He went ahead and threw the two smoke grenades, and after running behind a crate near the door, he prepared the flashbangs. A few seconds later after the smoke started to fill the outside of the room, Sasha yelled, "Now!" and immediately after, he threw the flashbangs and the fragment grenades he had recieved from Sasha.
After ducking behind the crate, he heard a lot of panic from the German soldiers, now close to the door the armory. Suddenly, a huge blast, followed by a few more, was heard in the hall. Fier sat behind the crate for a second and then took aim with his Dragunov towards where he had heard the unforunate soldiers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 9:23 am
Live in the moment…  Karina watched suspiciously as Dima swayed before her eyes. He didn’t look too stable on his feet, but she didn’t intend to call him out on it so long as he made no mention of it himself. They all had their limits, and he was definitely at his, but she respected his refusal to show weakness, and let it slide for the moment. So she didn’t say anything about his obvious weakness and his temporary dizzy spell, and instead listened to his explanation of who the man was. She vaguely recalled when their first meeting now, but still felt as if there was somewhere she knew him from. Perhaps he’d been with Panzer the day they’d shot him. That would explain his familiarity and it made sense with the other stuff Dima said.
“Hm, well he does seem quite temperamental, so maybe some of these Germans have sense after all,” she remarked with a grin at the nickname Stryker had been given. She slowed a little as Dima pulled a strip from his shirt to use to tie his hair back, and considered doing the same before deciding against it. It would be better to stay covered as much as possible, and she was used to her long hair so it wouldn’t be too bothersome. She kept the slower pace until he caught up with her, and then started moving faster once more. Sasha would be impatient, and Fier had probably already caught up to her. Now she just had to get Dima and herself there and they’d all be together and armed again.
Suddenly, she heard boots clumping down the hallway once more, but this time the sound seemed to be slightly parallel, and moving in the same direction as they were. An instant later, smoke surrounded them and she ducked to the floor where there would be a little less smoke and there was a smaller likelihood of being shot. Not long after, there was a bright flash and she heard the confusion of German soldiers all around as she crawled toward where the grenades had come from. Glancing behind her to see if Dima was still there, she made out a shadow much like herself, guessed that it would be her friend, and continued moving forward, sure that he would follow and keep on her tracks or make it known if he needed to stop. She was almost at the door when a German tripped over her with a curse, to be shot immediately in the middle of his forehead by the revolver gripped tightly in her hands. Her gunshot seemed to cue the Germans to action, as more came ringing through the haze and she was lucky that none of the Germans still standing decided to shoot down or she would have been riddled with bullets. … Later you may be dead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 10:27 am
When Dmitry saw the smoke, he followed his comrade to the floor and began crawling after her. When the shooting started, Dima quickly knocked down one soldier by hitting him in the back of his knees with his club, causing the German to fall over and bowling over a few more of the soldiers in the process. By the time the Germans managed to scramble up, Karina and Dima had both reached the armory door. "You're safe!" He called to his other two comrades, Fier and Sasha. "I'm so glad to see you two again." With the sudden burst of energy he received from finding his comrades in good health, Dmitry pulled himself into the armory and used his makeshift club as a cane to stand on. Of course, he tried his best to make it look like he wanted to hold onto the club, instead of being too weak to stand up on his own. The albino felt slightly guilty because he was sure his comrades knew he was in a weakened state; therefore, he discarded his club as soon as he was fully on his feet.
He strapped on his holster with some slight difficulties, putting his Glocks back in their places on his hips. He then took his Sig Sauer SSG off its dusty place on the wall, smiling at it brightly. "Hello, old friend. I've missed you very much," the albino murmured, strapping it over his shoulder. He then moved back to the door, behind Sasha and Fier. "I'm ready to help you, when I'm needed," He quickly mentioned, pulling out both his Glock 18C's and setting them to automatic. These two automatic pistols would surely scare off the large group of soldiers, once they found out that the entire first row of soldiers was dead from multiple bullet wounds.
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One more kick, and once more ramming into the door caused the lock to finally break. Günter shoved the door open and ran out into the hall, looking around for any sign of the Russians. Cursing himself in German, he started walking toward the armory, which is where he knew the Russians would go first. However, before he got any further he found the closest guard and took his pistol. "Danke für Ihre Gewehr, privat. Ich setze sie zur guten Verwendung - Stoppen jener verdammten Russen vom Entgehen," (Thank you for your gun, private. I will put it to good use - stopping those damned Russians from escaping,) the General quickly told the man, and headed off toward the armory. However, he went around the armory to get to the other side of the room, across from the large fight, intent on heading them off. He had to stop them, for his beloved Herr Panzer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 2:00 pm
(Sorry for the trouble guys! I'm back from Whistler, Canada.)
Fier smiled as he saw Dima and Karina emerge out of the smoke and join Sasha and himself under cover. Seeing a second wave of soldiers approaching, he took out his revolver and started to fire with rapid succession at the clearing smoke. Finishing his 6 shots, he holstered it and took out his Dragunov and began to fire, suprised in the good condition it is still in.
After finishing his 1st clip in awhile, he started to reload both of his guns. Finding no speedloaders for his revolver in the armory, he started to load each bullet one by one. While doing so, he started to hear a set of very heavy footsteps; a very pissed off set of foosteps. He looked around the room and tried to find out where the steps came from, but under the loud shots coming from the hallway, it was hard to decide. Taking note of it, he took out his revolver again and started to shoot towards the hallway again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:51 pm
Close your eyes and look away;
Fate exposed and won't let me stay.Everything went to plan. Smoke, flash, explosion—confusion. Perfect execution of her quick-fire plan could not have been better. Sasha pulled the cocking mechanism back and it spat forward. Then she pulled out the shoulder buffer and placed her head to look down the iron sights, where she lined up the doorways and opened fire with the MP-5. Quick bursts, accurate bursts… She wished for the return of the PPSh; that machine gun could mow down anything with its single 70-bullet clip. Sadly, it was outdated and replaced.
Her comrades, Dima and Karina, emerged from the smoke-filled hallway and Sasha laughed as she shot down another German. “What took you two so long? Making love behind the crates?” she joked as she always used to. She could see the looks between the two, even if they themselves did not notice. Perhaps it was for the best that they were on different teams. Regardless, she continued firing. One clip down, two clips, three. And then…
Smack!
The MP-5 fell to the floor and her hand grabbed her arm. Grazing though it was, blood began to flow almost immediately. “s**t!” she yelled out, throwing the R700 off her shoulder. “I’m hit! Dammit! We need to go, now!” Even if she was not the commandant, she was the commanding officer. No doubt the Germans would have found a way around and out-flanked them, so the sooner they could leave, the better. And what better time to leave then when one gets wounded? They would think her selfish because of her orders and condition, but they would have to comply to live.
She slung the R700 back over her shoulder and turned around, only to be staring at the General. “s**t.” Hope will fall tonight with broken wings,
descending entity in me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:48 am
"Sehr klug von ihnen Russen, um bis jetzt ... zu kommen, aber endet das hier. Ich bin nicht dabei, Sie noch weiter gehen zu lassen. Entweder Sie alle sterben, oder Sie töten mich versuchend zu flüchten. Ihre wahl." (Very clever of you Russians to get so far... but this ends here. I am not going to let you go any further. Either you all die, or you kill me trying to escape. Your choice.) Günter held the fully-loaded pistol straight in front of him, his hand as steady as a rock. "Sind Sie dabei, zu Ihren zellen wie gute kleine mädchen und jungen zurückzugehen, oder befehle ich meinen männern, Sie zu schießen?" (Are you going to go back to your cells like good little girls and boys, or do I order my men to shoot you?) By now the smoke had started clearing, so the German soldiers were slowly coming out of the fog and stepping toward the group of four, guns raised.
Dima stood still, trying to calculate all possible ways to get out of this situation. He came up with a plan in a few seconds, though it would be slightly risky because of his own weak condition and Sasha's new wound. However, he had to tell the others, just in case none of them had a plan He spoke quickly in his native tongue, "Fier, since we're closest to the group of German soldier bastards, we could both whirl around at the same time with our weapons and start shooting, and I'm sure the girls could take down the General. Then we could follow after them. Does anyone have any other plans?"
"Halten Sie Ihren verdammten Mund geschlossen, weiß! Ich weiß, dass Sie Deutsch sprechen können, so weiß ich, dass Sie mich verstehen können!" (Shut your damned mouth, white! I know that you can speak German, and I know that you can understand me!) General Stryker growled and aimed the pistol right at Dima's head. He had a personal grudge against this Russian, even if he seemed more of a pacifist than the rest of the snipers being held prisoner in the military base.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:45 pm
Live in the moment… Quickly entering the room, Karina grabbed her weapons, slinging her rifle over her shoulder without bothering to check for ammunition. The bolt-action DSR wouldn't be of much use in this particular gun fight; it was far too slow to be effective in the current situation. She smiled back at Fier as she strapped on her shoulder holsters for her two handguns and checked that they were loaded with extra ammunition; those would be useful, though she’d use up the rest of the bullets in the revolver she had from Günter before taking out her own guns. Despite trying to ignore Sasha’s ribbing comment, she blushed pink at the crude insinuation and shook her head in resignation. Sasha would probably never accept the fact that she and Dima were friends and nothing more.
Pointing the revolver into the smoke, she waited to see shadows through the smoke before shooting. She didn’t want to waste ammunition now; they’d be needing all the ammo they could get in order to get out of this place alive, and anyone she hit out there was definitely an enemy. She glanced over towards Sasha with her shout and saw the blood flowing from the wound on her arm. Good, it wasn’t too deep; it would heal over well when they got some more nutrition and better living conditions. Nodding, she backed away from the smoke filled door before her, taking cover where she could and shooting when she saw the chance to. She backed up until she heard the soft “s**t” of her friend and team mate and whirled around to see Günter standing in the doorway. s**t was right.
She glanced behind as he finished his question to see the soldiers filling up the doorway, and bit her lip in thought at Dima’s suggestion. It wasn’t a particularly good suggestion in her opinion, especially with Dima’s weakness, but she couldn’t say that aloud unless she could think of something better for them to do. They were obviously not going to be giving up, but there had to be something else they could do that wouldn’t be quite as dangerous. She flinched as the man pointed the pistol at Dima’s head. That would make things even more difficult. She doubted that Dima would be able to carry out the plan with a bullet in his head, and the general wasn’t likely to miss if Dima were to turn and start shooting at the men crowded in the doorway behind him.
“He’s a general, right? Let’s hold him as a hostage to get ourselves out of here safely. We need to shoot the gun out of his hand, gag him, and restrain him somehow,” she finally said though she knew it sounded a lot easier than it would actually be to carry out, but it was a plan. Not any better than Dima’s since they would be relying on the German soldiers’ inability to fire on their commander, but it was another option if worst came to worst. Besides, for some reason, she didn’t really want to kill the man; there was just something about him. … Later you may be dead.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:39 pm
Fier turned back after Sasha swore at the General. Hearing Dima's plan, Fier dismissed it considering the team's current bodily weakness, and while thinking of another strategy to run, the General rose his gun towards Dima's head. While swearing in his head, he hears Karina's plan, which got him thinking.
Disarming him sounded like a good idea, but there needed to be some sort of distraction to do so, and taking him hostage could possibly complicate things more, considering the men behind would still be armed. Looking quickly, he sees Sasha bleeding and worries a little more. While looking where the blood was dripping, he noticed that she still had a smoke grenade left. Quickly speaking in Russian, he says, "Sasha, is that smoke grenade still usable?"
(Edit!)
As Sasha nodded towards Fier, he thought quickly and said in Russian, "On the count of three, throw it near the General." Sasha quickly threw the grenade under the General, while Fier took out his revolver and took 2 shots at the smoke grenade, hoping that one of them hit. Luckily, one did and a poof of smoke rose from the grenade. "Run!" Fier cried out as he ran towards the door while he shot at the confused soldiers.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 8:12 am
The second the smoke bomb went off, Günter pulled the trigger pointed right at Dmitri's head - but it had jammed, to the general's surprise. By then, the four Russians were lost in the smoke, and he heard them running down the corridor and toward the main door, the door that would lead them outside into the wilderness. "Nach ihnen! NACH IHNEN! Lassen Sie sie nicht loskommen!" (After them! AFTER THEM! Don't let them get away!) General Stryker shouted at the top of his lungs, running blindly into the smoke to catch up with the four snipers. His entire squad finally collected themselves and chased after him, just barely on the tail of the Russians.
Dima thanked the stars for his luck with the general's gun as he ran, following all the others by only a few steps. Even though his energy had been depleted fifteen minutes ago, even though every part of his body was screaming at him to stop running, even though ever muscle and organ was still aching from the torture, Dima managed to keep up with his comrades. Turn right, left, right, straight twice, left - Dima lost track of which way they were running, but somehow it didn't matter as long as they didn't get caught. Suddenly one of his friends shouted in relief - the big iron door they had been forced through at the start of their long imprisonment was directly to their left. Dima helped Karina push at the door - though he didn't know how much help he actually was - and finally it was open enough for them to all slip through.
Dmitri suddenly felt a cold breeze on his skin - it was winter, and a little bit of snow was blowing around the sniper teams' feet. He had little time to revel in it though, because the stomping feet of the German soldiers coming after them were getting closer and closer. Dima went out the door first, as he was typically the scout and was naturally skilled at finding the best hiding places. "The forest to the northeast. We can hide in there and then follow the river to the nearest village. We'll need to move past that village though, and stop in the next one." He led the way to the forest, trudging as quickly as he could through the thick snow. It was at least six inches if not higher, which made him grimly think he'd used up all his luck on that one shot by the general, but he had to keep moving regardless. He could stop in a few miles or so if need be. Right now, he just had to keep moving away from his tormentors.
The general reached the door before the rest of his men, and was just about to push the door open some more when one of the snipers whirled around and shot at a space just above the door. Suddenly, a large pile of snow fell over the doorway, blocking the Germans' view of the snipers. With several curses, Günter shoved the jammed pistol into his belt and plunged his hands into the thick snow, tossing handfuls of it to the side. After a few seconds, General Stryker turned to his men and glared at them. "Helfen Sie mir, Sie arme Entschuldigungen für Soldaten! GRABEN SIE! Graben Sie mit Ihren bloßen Händen, wenn Sie dazu haben, tun Sie gerade, wie ich sage!" (Help me, you poor excuses for soldiers! DIG! Dig with your bare hands if you have to, just do as I say!) The soldiers all dropped their weapons and began to help, trying to create an opening in the snow as quickly as they could.
((Someone else can take credit for that awesome shot. xD And sorry for modding a bit - I know Willowed wanted to get into the snow as soon as possible, so I tried my best to make it fast.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:18 pm
Live in the moment… Thankful for Fier's quick thinking, Karina sprang forward as the smoke hissed out of the bomb, quickly filling the room with grey, opaque smoke. Relief flowed through her when no sounds of shots rang out from behind her as she threaded her way through the hallways, keeping in mind the map she had happened upon on one of the rare times she'd safely left her cell without anyone being the wiser. Behind them, the general was screaming at his stunned soldiers, outraged at the idea that the two teams were slipping out of his grasp.
"There!" she suddenly cried out, seeing the exit straight in front of her as she turned the corner, slowing down slightly so she wouldn't hit the door at a full run. With the state she was in, she'd probably accidentally knock herself out running at the door like that. She shoved at the door, stuck as it was from the piles of snow blocking it from opening. "C'mon, you stupid door, open!" she muttered at it, as if that might help, and glanced back down the hall as Dima added his strength to hers.finally, the door slid just far enough to fit all of their, for once fortunately, thinned frames and she slipped out after Dima into the chilly air, shivering at the touch of snow beneath her bare feet.
Hearing Dima's expert opinion from up ahead, she cursed at the unfortunate news though she new that he was right. It was just so cold, and the lack of snow in the air would make them far too easy to find. She wouldn't have minded the snow so much if it would at least hide their tracks, but without a single cloud in the sky, the only advantage they had was the darkening of the day as the sun reached toward the horizon. If only they could get far enough away, then the Germans might be hindered by the darkness when the sun had fully set.
Checking the ammo of the extra revolver from Günter, she found one last shot and turned quickly toward the Germans struggling to force their way through the small space they'd managed to open. One shot isn't worth lugging this heavy antiquated revolver around, she thought and pointed the gun. She ought to shoot him, the general of the Germans who had been torturing herself and her friends. He deserved to die and the world would be a better place without him; so why couldn't she do it? Growling, she aimed and fired, hitting exactly between the top of the door and the snow-covered roof. The bullet lodged into the metal and shook the wall just enough to cause a small avalanche in front of the soldiers. Maybe that will give us time enough to get away she thought without much hope and dropped the gun where she stood to run after the others who were already nearing the forest.
((erm yeah.. I took a few liberties with my post as well, so sorry. Oh and all her words are in Russian, by the way, I was just too lazy to add that in every time.)) … Later you may be dead.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 6:06 pm
Following his friends out into the open, Fier looked back and saw that Karina shot at the roof and caused a diversion to allow them to escape. In Russian he exclaimed, "Nice job!" as he kept running, ignoring his urge to retrieve the revolver that she had dropped. Running and running, Fier found that he was starting to feel the effect of the cold air around him; he didn't procure any extra clothing.
Looking around him while he ran, he couldn't see anything else other than his friends and the rows of trees that zoomed by him. Thinking, he realized that there may be other warehouses around the one they escaped from because of the fact that they were probably in a military base. There was bound to be some sort of supply house bigger than what he saw earlier. Still running, he called out to his friends and said, "Look carefully around you and try to pick out a supply house! If we find one, we can restock and probably find some clothing!"
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