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Post by Andrew Michner on Apr 19, 2017 20:52:44 GMT -5
As he stood outside Reed Hall waiting for the Humvee to travel down from Washington Gate with the newcomer that had been picked up, President Michner stood and thought about the now-ongoing operation taking place in and around of Albany; by early reports, Operation Albany was proceeding along as planned with both landing sites either secured or in the process of being secured. I like it when a plan works as scheduled, he mused, keeping an ear tuned to the handheld radio that he had with him and the other ear - plus both eyes - looking and listening for the Humvee to arrive.
"Here comes the Humvee, sir," someone said to him quietly; looking over in the direction the person was pointing out towards, he saw the Humvee coming towards them and said to everyone, "Look sharp; tell the medics to be ready..."
Post by Nicholas Smith on Apr 19, 2017 21:47:36 GMT -5
Nick was riding in the humvee patiently waiting for it to come to a stop, it felt good to be arriving somewhere where he could be safe from the walkers and hopefully he would be able to contribute in someway to the community, not afraid to pull his weight and help out.
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2017 21:54:56 GMT -5 by Nicholas Smith
Post by Andrew Michner on May 4, 2017 13:46:47 GMT -5
Watching the Humvee roll up to a stop in front of Reed Hall, President Michner began walking over to the Humvee as the vehicle's driver got out on his side and ran over to open the passenger-side door, pausing so that the driver could open the door. "This the person they picked up?" he asked the driver.
"Yes, sir," he replied as Michner walked over and leaned in just a little bit, not to crowd anyone but just to let them know things were alright. "Afternoon, sir," Michner said to him. "If you'll come with me, we'll get you through Medical here as soon as possible."
Post by Nicholas Smith on May 4, 2017 14:43:16 GMT -5
Nick got out of the Humvee and nodded as he walked with the unknown man "What's your name sir?" Nick asked the man, never thinking in his wildest dreams that he would ever be at West Point, he always dreamed of visiting when he was younger seeing thousands of cadets marching around, wanting to be in the ranks, but it was not meant to be, because God had a different plan in mind, to wrestle and entertain people.
Last Edit: May 4, 2017 14:44:11 GMT -5 by Nicholas Smith
Post by Andrew Michner on May 19, 2017 20:18:01 GMT -5
Nick got out of the Humvee and nodded as he walked with the unknown man "What's your name sir?" Nick asked the man, never thinking in his wildest dreams that he would ever be at West Point, he always dreamed of visiting when he was younger seeing thousands of cadets marching around, wanting to be in the ranks, but it was not meant to be, because God had a different plan in mind, to wrestle and entertain people.
"Andrew Michner, sir," Andrew said as they walked to the door leading into Reed Hall and the Medical area; as he held the door open, he added with earnest honestly and humbleness, "but you can also call me Mr. President. Now, if you'll follow the medics over there, they'll get you checked out in no time at all, sir."
Post by Nicholas Smith on May 19, 2017 21:03:09 GMT -5
"Thank you Andrew" Nicholas said with a nod and he followed the medics to the medical area wondering what they were going to check out on his body, but he sort of doubted it was just going to be a standard blood work procedure that he got when he was a child, it was probably going to be a physical like he got yearly when the world was normal, it was also kind of odd for him to refer to someone else as Mr. President besides the actual president when the world was normal.
Post by Andrew Michner on May 20, 2017 20:40:11 GMT -5
Seeing a bit of nervousness as they went to join the medics inside Reed Hall, President Michner smiled. "Relax," he said, "all they're going to do is check you for bite marks, scratches and any wounds you may have," pointing down the hallway as they walked around. "Unless there's anything wrong, shouldn't take more than 15, 30 minutes tops," pausing as he added, "I'll wait out here; you go on inside and let them check you out, okay, sir?"(OOC: Nicholas, if you want, we can timeskp the medical exam and go from there.)
Post by Nicholas Smith on May 23, 2017 10:26:27 GMT -5
"Yes sir" Nick walked inside the room, more calmly after being reassured by Andrew "Their just checking for bites, wounds and scratches, shouldn't be so bad" Nick thought (OOC: Sure we can do that , sorry it took me three days to respond, forgot to log in to check if anyone responded)
Last Edit: May 23, 2017 10:29:31 GMT -5 by Nicholas Smith
Cooperation they said, send a Spetsnaz medic to check on the new arrival for the sake of cooperation. Well, he didn't really care. At the end of the day he was medically trained, and perhaps all the better in case their new arrival was bitten or was someone who might try something. Better him dealing with this than someone less prepared. In any case, it was a simple medical examination, something he could probably do in his sleep. Of course, for the sake of not having weapons within reach of the patient, he'd left his plate carrier and AS Val in the next room, with only his SR1MP in his thigh drop holster.
The sound of approaching footsteps however snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned his attention to the door. His hand instinctively moved down to the grip of his sidearm, but he moved it away and forced a smile on his face as he waited for the doors to no doubt open. After all, he had to show that they were just as capable as dealing with civilian survivors as their American counterparts. Sure, there was a chance that a potential culture gap could cause a problem, but in such a limited interaction he didn't think it could be too problematic.
Post by Andrew Michner on Jun 4, 2017 22:24:59 GMT -5
Standing outside in the hallway, Andrew kept an ear tuned to the radio; listening to the radio traffic he could tell things were going well up in Albany; moving only to step out of passing individuals, he continued keeping an ear to the radio when he heard the sounds of Russian down the hallway. He smiled, thinking to himself that both his father and grandfather - both of whom had (a) served in the military and then (b) served in Congress - would be amazed at the Russo-American cooperation being exhibited....shame it took an apocalypse to do it, he ruefully thought...
Post by Nicholas Smith on Jun 4, 2017 22:57:43 GMT -5
Nicholas was patiently waiting for the medical examination to begin, happy that he was going to be looked at. It felt like days he had been waiting but in reality it had only been about 45 minutes. *Simple thing, just like the physical's I got as a child.* Nick thought, not really nervous but just wanting to get this done.
As a result of being informed at the last possible moment, Artyom was late. Quite possibly someone must have thought it would be funny or in the very least amusing to see how fast he could drop what he was doing and make his way over as fast as was possible. That said, he didn't really mind, especially seeing as he and the rest of the volch'ya staya (wolf pack) were not really doing very much else, and Captain Beloi was more than happy to allow him to carry out this duty, especially since it would demonstrate that their unit could handle civilians if they needed to.
So late as he was, Artyom stepped into the room where the civilian was supposed to be waiting, and was quite well muscled man standing in the room. He reminded Artyom of a professional wrestler, or maybe a bodybuilder. Artyom was still a good five inches taller than the other man, but with muscle mass counted in the height difference wasn't all that noticeable. He forced a smile onto his face, his balaclava and helmet along with his plate carrier and AS Val in a nearby room.
"Hello, I'm Sergeant Artyom Chyornyj, Russian Army. I'll be conducting your medical check up today. Would you mind telling me your name and your age after you take off your shirt, trousers, boots, gloves and socks," he calmly requested, voice only slightly accented with a Russian accent.
Post by Nicholas Smith on Jun 5, 2017 13:02:47 GMT -5
Nicholas smiled at the man and proceeded to do as he requested firstly taking off his shirt, shoes, socks, gloves then finally after some hesitation removed his trousers. A bit nervous that he was well not really clothed in front of a stranger and that the man was from a different country. But obviously he understood this was a medical examination, making himself keep the nervousness in the back of his mind.
"I'm Nicholas Smith, twenty seven years old" Nick responded to the Sergeant's question.
Last Edit: Jun 5, 2017 21:44:16 GMT -5 by Nicholas Smith
Artyom didn't even need a further inspection to know that the man was in good physical shape. "Keeping well despite the hard times, Mr. Smith," he observed as he gave the man a good look over. So far based on a simple cursory inspection there were no bite marks or abrasions that looked to be infected, at least on this side. Sure, he would give him a regular physical examination, just once he was sure that the man wasn't bitten. "Can you please turn around? Just need to make sure that you aren't bitten or infected, standard procedure is all," added Artyom, voice calm and polite.
Post by Nicholas Smith on Jun 7, 2017 22:14:49 GMT -5
Nick nodded and turned around showing the Sergeant his back. He felt better now about this exam especially with the fact that the man was very calm about this. Always tried my best to stay in shape and I'm glad I did. Nick thought.
Last Edit: Jun 7, 2017 22:58:41 GMT -5 by Nicholas Smith
Artyom looked over the back of the man's body and not seeing any signs of infection, obvious or otherwise, took a step back and then let out a barely audible sigh of relief, "Looks like you're not infected, Mr. Smith. That's certainly a very good thing. You can go ahead and put your clothes on, while you're doing so, if you could please tell me if you have any particular medical conditions or substance abuse problems that we'd need to be concerned about?" This was something Artyom was not used to, usually medical treatment with him involved patching up bullet wounds and pulling out shrapnel. Not this. Nonetheless he was still giving it his best attempt.
Post by Nicholas Smith on Jun 8, 2017 10:41:31 GMT -5
Nick was slowly putting his clothes back on. Firstly his pants, then socks and shoes and while he was putting his shoes on he answered Sergeant Artyom's question. "No medical or substance abuse problems Sergeant, I'm right as rain. Nick said as he finished putting his shoes on, then finally put his shirt back on.
"Good to hear, Mr. Smith. If you have no questions or any other concerns, you're certainly free to continue on your way. I won't keep you here any longer," said Artyom, giving the other man a polite smile. In truth, he didn't particularly want to be around much longer in any case. He'd rather be out with the rest of the unit, probably getting shot at and doing what they do best. Though it seemed that the dangers of the United States had been greatly exaggerated. There was nothing that they'd come across yet that had even been remotely much of a problem. A concern perhaps, but not a real problem. Then again, as his mother always told him, if you ask for trouble you shouldn't complain when it finds you.
'If it finds me, mama,' thought Artyom as he took a deep breath. He was sure that they'd be doomed to a slow and painful operation. It wasn't a soldier's place to complain about the task assigned to him, nonetheless if they didn't have a job of him and his fellow Spetsnaz here, then for sure they could in the very least send them right back home where they could make a difference instead of staying here where their presence was little more than a formality than anything else. 'Protect GRU assets, that's what we've been assigned to do at this base.' This was what Captain Beloi had told them. The Captain knew what was best for them, but he still couldn't help but feel like he was going to die from boredom, not a bullet or one of those things.
Post by Nicholas Smith on Jun 8, 2017 12:51:34 GMT -5
Nick smiled back and walked out of the examination room and saw Andrew standing in the hallway "Hi Andrew, I'm all checked out and everything looks good." Nick said as he approached him. "You won't mind giving me a tour of the place would you? I never came to West Point before this happened so I have no idea where everything is."
Post by Andrew Michner on Jun 9, 2017 11:32:59 GMT -5
Nick smiled back and walked out of the examination room and saw Andrew standing in the hallway "Hi Andrew, I'm all checked out and everything looks good." Nick said as he approached him. "You won't mind giving me a tour of the place would you? I never came to West Point before this happened so I have no idea where everything is."
"Sure," Andrew said, smiling at seeing Nicholas having passed his medical exam. "If you'll come with me, we'll start the tour out on the Plain and work from there," pointing amiably down towards the entrance to Reed Hall; even with his duties - as few as they were - as President, he still made time to offer tours of West Point to anyone who asked...
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5