Huh, I could've sworn I posted something yesterday.
"I'm ready when you are, Drake. Point me at the bad guys."
You did. And I responded with a wall of text. Repost!
Thats what you get for being the only one to write for...
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Drake and the rest of the squad nodes. "Then....lets do this" he says, as he cocks his pistol. The group then nods, the sound of guns being loaded and readied fills the room. You remind yourself to load your own guns, putting the shells in the Benelli one by one and ending with a *chchink!*, the Berreta's clip sliding easily in. While the shotgun could be used as pump action, it had a switch that could turn it to semi-automatic, though a warning came from Rose. "Please try to keep the chamber empty and the safety on when the weapons are not in use." She said, smiling. "Safety first, after all." The squad then files into the back hallway, passing several doors as you open a large, steel that was sealed like the one when you first entered. It opened with a *whoosh* as air ran from the garage into the hallway.
The garage was smaller then the garage you had entered in initially, with a single helicopter the only thing that can be seen between the grey concrete walls and floor. The helicopter was small, it looked like a civilian helicopter that might be used for life flight or for traveling, with the Archangel logo on the side. A small steel step ladder extended from the open door, as the squad filed in uniniformly. You find an empty seat, next to Rose, with Hercules taking the driving seat and Pinkerton and Drake taking the seats behind you. Your seat is a strange and interesting cross between an airliner chair and a dentist's chair, a big chair that looks like it could fold down. After the squad files in, Hercules pushes a button on his council, causing the door to close as the helicopter started. You could see the roof open out the front of the helicopter, the two sides breaking apart like a clam, with glowing orange sides like part of a toaster. It was snowing heavily, but all the snow evaporated as it entered the building. The helicopter sputtered to life, flying out the open window and into the blizzard like snow. Everyone begins putting their weapons into a large bag next to their seats, with Rose assisting you and teaching you how to properly do it. The helicopter continues its journey for several more minutes, as the snow stops everyone puts on an X style seat belt, with Rose once again teaching you how to properly put it on, as they recline their chair to a lying-down position. A mask, like those used on jet planes, falls from the ceiling, with Rose for the third time teaching you how to properly put it on before putting her own on. You can't see anything through the mask. The helicopter suddenly shudders, as if it had been hit by a gust of wind, suddenly picking up a great amount of speed. This speed continues for several monotonous hours, ending when a second shudder causes your mask to pop off and stop giving oxygen. The rest of the squad was now removing their equipment from their bags and putting the seats back into proper positions. You look out the front window to see an average-looking town, with several normal looking houses on a road.
Drake begins to talk from his seat in the back, putting his foot on his chair and using it for a foot rest as his gun leans up against him. "Ah, before I forget, here is your communicator Cat" he said, handing you a black headset, "Itll help you communicate with the rest of the squad on missions. Now, down to business." he continues, clapping his gloved hands together. "We don't know a much about the Freaks or their capabilities, so we will have to go in careful. To avoid letting them escape, will will have to cover all the entrances, moving in and sweeping the place clean. So Hercules and I will take the main gate, Rose will guard the windows, and Pinkerton and the new girl move in the back gate. Any questions?"
Any questions?
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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 200 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (2)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.
But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.
But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.
Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel
"Unkown as of now."Otonashi says over the communicator once again, the helicopter landing, though the blades still spinning. "We know at least one subway car has been taken, several managed to escape to tell the news. A whole subway was taken originally." He continues, as you and Tommy exit, weapons on your back. "Good luck" he says, as the helicopter flies off once again, sending air swirling around and making the grass dance around.
Tommy readies his rifle, a custom Remington Model 700 he tells you, walking over to the entrance. The police scattered out of your way, as you and Tommy raise their guns. You and Tommy then sit down and wait for several minutes, as Tommy messes with his equipment impatiently. He starts to hum some song as he sits back board. Otonashi comes back again over the communicator, "Go go go!" he said, unstressed. Tommy jumps up from the position he was sitting with, yelling "Finally!" as he raised his gun with a smile. You walk over to the opening, to see it covered in a large, thick webbing acting like a wall. Tommy points to your hammer saying "Your turn!", as you proceed to demolish the web wall.
You bring your hammer down on the wall of webs, it is stronger then many walls you had faced before. Webs stuck to your hammer as you smash in, sending small spiders scrambling out with each impact. After about three hits, the wall was torn enough that you and Tommy could walk in the dark tunnel. Tommy adjusts his green eyepiece as he speaks to you, "Howd you like to do this?"
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