The Ghosts of the Past, A battle of the Present (Open)
Oct 17, 2016 10:48:01 GMT -5
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Post by Damen Smull on Oct 17, 2016 10:48:01 GMT -5
Damen and the two vehicles crossed the bridge to Riker's Island. Smoke rising from behind the massive walls. Dead bodies were everywhere as they rolled in through the Main courtyard. On the way in, he had seen the remains of a small black helicopter crashed in the rocks. Shaking his head, he had hoped that whoever was here were long gone from this place. The courtyard was riddled with body parts, shell casings from different sizes. Both Vehicles went inside, crunching bones under they're tires as they went into defensive position's. Killing the engine, he stepped out. "Ok everyone. Gunners, keep your eyes peeled. I need two soldier's to stay with them to give them extra fire power. Never know what we will find in here. I need a soldier in that tower over there as look out and or Sniper. Rest of you, lock and load. We are going inside what is left of the Prison."
Weapons being checked and loading was heard as Damen brought his 9mm SMG aiming at the main doors to the prison. Like any well oiled machine, they moved forward together fluently. One of the soldier's opened the door and they all breached inside. Checking corners, and checking the dead to see they are fully dead. When they had to, they brought out they're knives and Impaled the dead's heads to make them fully dead. There was a sign with a map under it. "Welcome to the HIVE, please all newcomers go to..." The sign was ripped off with blood hand print. Taking the map, he began to look over it with a flashlight. Handing it to someone, he grabbed a Walkie talkie and pressed in the button. "Court yard team, Keep in radio contact. If you see the undead or anyone at that matter, you radio us. If you feel that the people are hostile, you do what you need to do. If you feel that you and the team are in danger....you light them up. You Copy?", "Yes sir, we copy. Order of Live Fire is a Copy."
Letting go of the Button, he clipped it to his belt as they took a right down a door and a passage way. From the map, it showed that they were heading for Medical and Armory. But once they started to reach the area, it was caved in from what looked to be an explosion. Shaking his head, he whistled at the sight. "This will take a lot of time to clear...and sadly, time is one thing we do not have. Fucking hell." Pulling the map back out, he began to trace his fingers through different passages to where he needed to get them to what was indicated as C.H. (Command Hub) Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit one and blew out a jet of smoke. "Ok, looks like we will be taking the long hard way around men. meaning we will have to go through the main part of the Jail house. Not sure what numbers we are looking at inside there, but stay frosty."
Weapons being checked and loading was heard as Damen brought his 9mm SMG aiming at the main doors to the prison. Like any well oiled machine, they moved forward together fluently. One of the soldier's opened the door and they all breached inside. Checking corners, and checking the dead to see they are fully dead. When they had to, they brought out they're knives and Impaled the dead's heads to make them fully dead. There was a sign with a map under it. "Welcome to the HIVE, please all newcomers go to..." The sign was ripped off with blood hand print. Taking the map, he began to look over it with a flashlight. Handing it to someone, he grabbed a Walkie talkie and pressed in the button. "Court yard team, Keep in radio contact. If you see the undead or anyone at that matter, you radio us. If you feel that the people are hostile, you do what you need to do. If you feel that you and the team are in danger....you light them up. You Copy?", "Yes sir, we copy. Order of Live Fire is a Copy."
Letting go of the Button, he clipped it to his belt as they took a right down a door and a passage way. From the map, it showed that they were heading for Medical and Armory. But once they started to reach the area, it was caved in from what looked to be an explosion. Shaking his head, he whistled at the sight. "This will take a lot of time to clear...and sadly, time is one thing we do not have. Fucking hell." Pulling the map back out, he began to trace his fingers through different passages to where he needed to get them to what was indicated as C.H. (Command Hub) Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit one and blew out a jet of smoke. "Ok, looks like we will be taking the long hard way around men. meaning we will have to go through the main part of the Jail house. Not sure what numbers we are looking at inside there, but stay frosty."