Quiet and-Uh Oh
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
[] Martin Walker. A pyromaniac with a thing for explosives and fire but has a heart of gold.
[] Angelica Potts. A field medic with a thing for medieval armor and history.
[] Jacob Redfield. A heavy weapon's specialist who stays eerily calm no matter what kind of shitstorm hits.
[] At the mess.
Your first stop is to gather people to help you with your endeavor. Doing things alone is all well and good, but cooperation and teamwork can speed things along with little hassle. It also means that you won't have to work your ass off alone and can thus share your suffering with others.
Your first stop is the sole tent in the camp marked with a red cross. Inside is a table and several beds, brightly lit by a powerful lamp. Inside is the sole occupant, a young woman with a well-endowed figure and flowing blonde hair. She is dressed in the usual combat garb everyone else is wearing, but the tiny red cross pinned on her shoulder denotes her unique role among the regulars. One of her hands holds a tablet, the other caressing a first aid box on her lap.
"Angie," you call out. She turns to you. "You free?"
"Yes." Angelica nods. "Just looking through an article on German history is all. Is something the matter?"
"Rick just relayed an order." you gesture her to follow you. "He wants the eggheads gathered and prepped to go. Something's up but he doesn't want to spread the word and cause a panic."
"Oh my." the blonde rises from her seat and grabs her SMG, slinging it over her shoulder. The first aid box is clipped to her utility belt.
"Yeah, the sooner the better." you point at the mess hall, the largest and loudest tent in the camp. "I need you to head over to the mess and do a rough head count. See how many eggheads are there and if they're isolated enough to talk to. But don't do anything other than that, I'll want two more guys to help us herd them to the trucks."
"Alright." Angelica nods. "Who will you be looking for, if I may ask?"
"The flame nut and the big guy, who else?" you smirk. "No harm in getting them to help, right?"
"Hm." Angelica frowns distastefully. "I would have preferred Joseph or even that peculiar Japanese girl."
"Two tough looking guys go a long way to herding a bunch of eggheads, Angie." you pat her shoulder. "Now going. The sooner we do this, the better."
The blonde give you another dissatisfied look, but concedes and does what she's told. You sigh and make your way to the ammo dump, what basically amounts to a large pile of ammunition, ordinance, and a few spare guns. Not a lot of people there, mostly because no-one likes to be around the resident nutcases.
You find your next two recruits chatting away on the pile of ammunition. Well, Walker is anyway. Jacob is too busy cleaning his M60 to actually care.
The two are an odd case, one is likely insane and the other stays cooler than an ice cube no matter no much heat is flying through the air. But despite all odds, they get along just fine. It is almost comical in a way; Walker's 5'11" next to Jacob's 6'10", his athletic build compared to the walking mass of muscle that is Jacob, the smaller man's smiles and and jokes compared to the larger man's grunts, nods, and single word replies. If they were in a comic, you would bet good money that these two would be the resident butt monkeys.
You approach with a sigh and an eye open for any tripwire mines of stray IEDs poking out from the ground.
"And then I said 'you focking wot mate?'. And the asshat just flips me the bird!" Walker chats animatedly. "I showed him why you don't mess with a demo-man, oh yes I did."
"Hm." Jacob nods, then regards you. "Hello Christine."
"Hey, miss sniper-wannabe!" Walker grins at you. "What's up?"
"Orders came down from Rick," you fold your arms under your chest. "Said to herd up the eggheads near the trucks and prepare for a possible evac."
"Why's that?" Walker hops off the pile. "The geeks finally found whatever it is they're looking for?"
"Dunno." you shrug. "He said something about not having a gut feeling that shit's about to go down, but doesn't want to cause a panic. Ya'know, mostly newbies without proper training and toss in a few civvies in the mix..."
"Right, right..." Walker nods, ducking down to pick up his shotgun. "Messy business trying to sort out panicking people, I gotcha. You up for it, big guy?"
Jacob's answer is to finish reassembling his M60 and rise to his full height. He give you a nod.
"Okay, follow me." you tell them. "We'll start with the mess hall and gather up what eggheads we have there. Then we'll move to the living quarters and the site. Angelica's at the mess doing a headcount, she'll give us a hand."
"Ooh, that hot medic?" Walker grins. "Sweet. Hey, do you think you can get me her number?"
"Focus, Martin." Jacob's dinner plate-sized hand falls on the smaller man's head. "Flirting can come later."
"Aw, come on big guy! Cut me a little slack here!" Walker whine. Jacob chuckles.
The three of you reach the mess tent. It is full of people and the air is rich with the smell of good food and friendly conversation. Angelica sits at one of the tables, and wave you over once she notices you. The four of you seat yourselves without another word.
"So, what's the plan?" Walker immediately asks.
"I suggest we move up to the researchers and tell them to gather at the trucks." Angelic suggests. "We tell them one by one and ask them to spread the news and hope word travels fast."
"Wouldn't that be a bit suspicious, though?" you counter. "Suddenly going up to them and asking them to bring their friends and gather at the spot, wouldn't you be a bit... Scared?"
"I'd be." Walker nods. "But then, they paid us so they'll understand, right?"
"You underestimate humanity, Martin." Jacob rumbles. "Besides, I would rather-"
You hear gunshots and screams, distant but no less potent in meaning. Immediately, you see the people in the tent tense and those with guns reach for them. The gunshots outside continue, and grow louder and more numerous. You hear something amidst the gunfire, a cross between a thousand angry birds and a swarm of buzzing bees dragging their nails down a blackboard.
A man bursts into the tent, clutching his rifle with a white-knuckled grip and sweating bullets. His shirt is torn in some places and is stained red.
"We've got casualties!" he shouts. "Everyone with a gun, get going to the research site! Now!"
The security personnel scramble to their feet, grabbing their guns and sprinting out the tent as fast as their feet can carry them. Close to a dozen people don't move, your group not included. They look around fearfully, huddling closer to each other. You see one of the pull out a phone and his face twists in dread.
Walker turns to you, shotgun in hand. "Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's go!"
[] Grab your guns and join the fight.
[] Stay on the task and focus on gathering the eggheads.
[] Write-in.
[] Angelica Potts. A field medic with a thing for medieval armor and history.
[] Jacob Redfield. A heavy weapon's specialist who stays eerily calm no matter what kind of shitstorm hits.
[] At the mess.
Your first stop is to gather people to help you with your endeavor. Doing things alone is all well and good, but cooperation and teamwork can speed things along with little hassle. It also means that you won't have to work your ass off alone and can thus share your suffering with others.
Your first stop is the sole tent in the camp marked with a red cross. Inside is a table and several beds, brightly lit by a powerful lamp. Inside is the sole occupant, a young woman with a well-endowed figure and flowing blonde hair. She is dressed in the usual combat garb everyone else is wearing, but the tiny red cross pinned on her shoulder denotes her unique role among the regulars. One of her hands holds a tablet, the other caressing a first aid box on her lap.
"Angie," you call out. She turns to you. "You free?"
"Yes." Angelica nods. "Just looking through an article on German history is all. Is something the matter?"
"Rick just relayed an order." you gesture her to follow you. "He wants the eggheads gathered and prepped to go. Something's up but he doesn't want to spread the word and cause a panic."
"Oh my." the blonde rises from her seat and grabs her SMG, slinging it over her shoulder. The first aid box is clipped to her utility belt.
"Yeah, the sooner the better." you point at the mess hall, the largest and loudest tent in the camp. "I need you to head over to the mess and do a rough head count. See how many eggheads are there and if they're isolated enough to talk to. But don't do anything other than that, I'll want two more guys to help us herd them to the trucks."
"Alright." Angelica nods. "Who will you be looking for, if I may ask?"
"The flame nut and the big guy, who else?" you smirk. "No harm in getting them to help, right?"
"Hm." Angelica frowns distastefully. "I would have preferred Joseph or even that peculiar Japanese girl."
"Two tough looking guys go a long way to herding a bunch of eggheads, Angie." you pat her shoulder. "Now going. The sooner we do this, the better."
The blonde give you another dissatisfied look, but concedes and does what she's told. You sigh and make your way to the ammo dump, what basically amounts to a large pile of ammunition, ordinance, and a few spare guns. Not a lot of people there, mostly because no-one likes to be around the resident nutcases.
You find your next two recruits chatting away on the pile of ammunition. Well, Walker is anyway. Jacob is too busy cleaning his M60 to actually care.
The two are an odd case, one is likely insane and the other stays cooler than an ice cube no matter no much heat is flying through the air. But despite all odds, they get along just fine. It is almost comical in a way; Walker's 5'11" next to Jacob's 6'10", his athletic build compared to the walking mass of muscle that is Jacob, the smaller man's smiles and and jokes compared to the larger man's grunts, nods, and single word replies. If they were in a comic, you would bet good money that these two would be the resident butt monkeys.
You approach with a sigh and an eye open for any tripwire mines of stray IEDs poking out from the ground.
"And then I said 'you focking wot mate?'. And the asshat just flips me the bird!" Walker chats animatedly. "I showed him why you don't mess with a demo-man, oh yes I did."
"Hm." Jacob nods, then regards you. "Hello Christine."
"Hey, miss sniper-wannabe!" Walker grins at you. "What's up?"
"Orders came down from Rick," you fold your arms under your chest. "Said to herd up the eggheads near the trucks and prepare for a possible evac."
"Why's that?" Walker hops off the pile. "The geeks finally found whatever it is they're looking for?"
"Dunno." you shrug. "He said something about not having a gut feeling that shit's about to go down, but doesn't want to cause a panic. Ya'know, mostly newbies without proper training and toss in a few civvies in the mix..."
"Right, right..." Walker nods, ducking down to pick up his shotgun. "Messy business trying to sort out panicking people, I gotcha. You up for it, big guy?"
Jacob's answer is to finish reassembling his M60 and rise to his full height. He give you a nod.
"Okay, follow me." you tell them. "We'll start with the mess hall and gather up what eggheads we have there. Then we'll move to the living quarters and the site. Angelica's at the mess doing a headcount, she'll give us a hand."
"Ooh, that hot medic?" Walker grins. "Sweet. Hey, do you think you can get me her number?"
"Focus, Martin." Jacob's dinner plate-sized hand falls on the smaller man's head. "Flirting can come later."
"Aw, come on big guy! Cut me a little slack here!" Walker whine. Jacob chuckles.
The three of you reach the mess tent. It is full of people and the air is rich with the smell of good food and friendly conversation. Angelica sits at one of the tables, and wave you over once she notices you. The four of you seat yourselves without another word.
"So, what's the plan?" Walker immediately asks.
"I suggest we move up to the researchers and tell them to gather at the trucks." Angelic suggests. "We tell them one by one and ask them to spread the news and hope word travels fast."
"Wouldn't that be a bit suspicious, though?" you counter. "Suddenly going up to them and asking them to bring their friends and gather at the spot, wouldn't you be a bit... Scared?"
"I'd be." Walker nods. "But then, they paid us so they'll understand, right?"
"You underestimate humanity, Martin." Jacob rumbles. "Besides, I would rather-"
You hear gunshots and screams, distant but no less potent in meaning. Immediately, you see the people in the tent tense and those with guns reach for them. The gunshots outside continue, and grow louder and more numerous. You hear something amidst the gunfire, a cross between a thousand angry birds and a swarm of buzzing bees dragging their nails down a blackboard.
A man bursts into the tent, clutching his rifle with a white-knuckled grip and sweating bullets. His shirt is torn in some places and is stained red.
"We've got casualties!" he shouts. "Everyone with a gun, get going to the research site! Now!"
The security personnel scramble to their feet, grabbing their guns and sprinting out the tent as fast as their feet can carry them. Close to a dozen people don't move, your group not included. They look around fearfully, huddling closer to each other. You see one of the pull out a phone and his face twists in dread.
Walker turns to you, shotgun in hand. "Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's go!"
[] Grab your guns and join the fight.
[] Stay on the task and focus on gathering the eggheads.
[] Write-in.
