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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 10, 2009 16:02:48 GMT -5
Full darkness had settled on the land by the time the small rescue team was in position. Decked out in pure black, each man moved with practiced stealth and Derek had the first two sentries out before the other two came into contact. Keeping low to the ground, the former ranger made his way carefully to his assigned position and then spoke softly into the headset he, Caleb and Ryan all wore. It was their sole way of keeping in contact and he listened carefully to make sure each man rang it at checkpoints. After each man was accounted for, they moved forward to the next position and it was only once they reached the south, east and north walls respectively that the wolf breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"All right men. Keep your eyes open. This is where it could get tricky. Caleb, keep your eye on the perimeter and let me know if anyone is coming my way. I'm going in. If any of them even look as if they might have spotted me, take them out as quickly and quietly as possible. Morretti? Are you ready? Keep to my heels."
With that said, Derek was off and moving. Slipping through a small opening they had made and covered the night before, the wolf moved as silently as his inner animal demanded. Feeling the other man behind him, he checked a corner and then pulled back. Lifting one finger, he signaled one enemy approaching and then went motionless as the figure approached. When the man was within striking distance, the warrior grabbed him and then spun him into Ryan to deal with before pushing around the corner and into the building that intelligence suggested Jordan was being held.
(Guys, write it however you like! Just have fun! You know what the end game plan is so as long as we get Curse out alive and us too, its all good.)
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Post by cale on Sept 10, 2009 20:08:25 GMT -5
So there they were, three men against unknown odds. Ok, one man and two wolves if you want to get technical about it. There should be at least an entire squadron keeping guard of the place they were about to bust in…they hadn’t even a chance…how boring.
Derek’s voice sounded on the headset once he acknowledged everyone was in place.
“…Caleb, keep your eye on the perimeter and let me know if anyone is coming my way. I'm going in. If any of them even look as if they might have spotted me, take them out as quickly and quietly as possible.”
“As quietly as possible?” Caleb frowned as he complained back to his boss, “Man, you’re such a party pooper!”
Derek was a soldier above all, cold blooded and disciplined. Now Caleb was his exact opposite, he was a trouble maker and undisciplined as hell. But that didn’t make him any less lethal. Once he entered a battle, he was almost always the last thing his opponent would see in his life time.
From the distance he watched as the other two moved silently, taking one of the guards before he even noticed what was happening and then they disappeared into the building.
Caleb crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. What he was supposed to do? Stand back and let them have all the fun? Sniffing the air, a devilishly smirk showed up on his lips as he moved slightly to the east. Soon enough he was able to see them, four soldiers patrolling the perimeter, unaware that the perimeter had already been breached.
They had silencers on their weapons and that knowledge got the wolf smiling. Derek wanted silence, didn’t he? Moving silently behind then, he tapped on the shoulder of the soldier that stood in the far back. The soldier in turn looked back, surprised to see anyone there.
“Say, you look like you saw the boss…” Caleb said before throwing a punch that made the guy fall on his ass. Upon hearing his voice, the remaining soldiers turned back as if they were one, aiming his weapons at him and firing. They were soldiers above all, cold blooded and disciplined.
Once they stopped firing, the wolf looked back at the bleeding holes on his chest and let out a quite “Ouch!”
The soldiers stared in confusion at one another, not understanding how someone could be still standing after being pierced by so many bullets. That was just before Caleb leaped at them, changing into his wolf form in middle air.
Under a minute later, silence reigned again as the white wolf was the only one still breathing.
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 11, 2009 23:40:03 GMT -5
Ryan stayed close behind Derek's back, his weapon trained on the surrounding landscape with precise, military focus. He was back in his element, in the realm he was most powerful in, and despite the circumstances, he was loving it. It was a vast change from the past few months, living in constant flux, constant insecurity. To be sure of something, to inherently know your situation like it was another part of you, was a comfort Ryan was glad to feel again.
Though, truthfully, he knew it wouldn't last. He knew he'd only come to this through his visions, and once they'd rescued Curse, it'd be back to the grind, and all the uncertainty.
Part of Ryan wanted to be selfish, and turn his back on his so-called "duty". Why did he have to be the one to do this...to be God's messenger? But his honorable nature dispelled the idea of spurning what was right, and in the end, choose to sacrifice his happiness and comfort. It was simply the right thing to do.
With Derek briefed Caleb and him, Ryan nodded with curt understanding. "You got it," he said, pulling his gun closer to his chest and tightening his grip on it. He'd deferred lead of the mission over to Derek, instead taking pleasure in hanging back, and mindlessly following orders and protocol. The control of following orders kept him from thinking too much, worrying, and kept him focused. Right now was no time to start a pissing match over who would lead the squad.
As Derek and him surged forward, he caught a flash of movement in front of Derek. The Ranger handled the target swiftly and gracefully, grabbing hold of him and spinning him over to Ryan to handle. In one quick and fluid motion, Ryan lowered his weapon, drew a short, serrated blade from his belt, and embraced the enemy, sliding the razor-sharp edge of the knife across his throat. The blood splattered forward haphazardly, coating Ryan in a thin sheet of the crimson fluid. His expression didn't waver, but rather remained focused, unaffected.
The body slid to the ground silently as Ryan dropped it, sliding the blade back into its holster and retaking his position behind Derek. "Curse is being held in a room near the center of the facility," he whispered behind Derek. "How do you plan to get in and get out discretely?"
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 12, 2009 9:45:53 GMT -5
"Curse is being held in a room near the center of the facility," he whispered behind Derek. "How do you plan to get in and get out discretely?"
Casting a look at his companion, Derek smirked. His eyes were suddenly alight with excitement as he looked up at the camera and then pulled a piece of gum from his mouth and reached up and placed it smack over the lens. Giving Ryan a grin, he whispered.
"Who said anything about getting out discretely?"
Then, not waiting for the other man to reply, the shifter darted around the corner on silent feet. Moving with unnatural speed, he was behind the guard before the man even knew he was in danger. With a sharp "SNAP" of the mans neck, the wolf quietly lowered the man's body to the ground and then took of his hat, jacket and identification. A few moments passed as he put them on and then he was moving again. They traveled the length of two more halls before hearing the sound of voices. With his companion right on his heels, Derek paused and then sighed in relief as the men continued on around another corner.
The next few minutes were tense as the two men traveled a series of hallways. Finally, they came to a door the Derek sensed lead below. This is where it was going to get tricky. Giving Ryan a look, The older man pulled the hat down over his face and then opened the door and stepped through. Voices sounded below so he moved as quickly as possible.
Just as they hit the bottom, a loud voice hailed them and the game came to a head. One of the enemy swore and went for his gun as he realized that the two arrivals were not familiar. Giving the guards there an evil smile, Derek transformed to his basic self in the matter of heartbeats. As the men stared in horror, the wolf leapt through the air to catch one in the throat even as another raised a gun and fired rapidly. Feeling a sting in his side, the animal ripped the throat out of the guard he had and then snarled at the man with the gun. Another leap had him tearing into him and blood filled the air. The animal in him hated the silver weapons the enemy weilded and he wanted to destroy them with every fiber in his body. It was only the sight of Ryan's stunned face that brought his sanity back and he forced himself to let the wolf go.
Silently changing back to his human form, Derek let his companion finish the last guard as he fished another pair of pants and shirt from his pack. Luckily, his boots were in tact and he was able to dress quickly, hiding the blood welling from one side.
"Come on.... I can smell Jordan. He's here and hes alive.... at the moment. Death lingers here."
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 12, 2009 12:42:21 GMT -5
Okay, things in the world were definitely more interesting than Ryan had ever thought.It was one thing to believe in God, and the literal interpretation of angels. I mean, it was all in the bible, right? But then, after following Derek deeper into compound, he say the Ranger change. And not like, 'oh, lemme change my clothes' kind of change. He changed into a wolf. A big, black wolf. In the words of the younger generation...what the fuck?!
As Derek seemed to take control of the situation and attack most of others in the room, Ryan stood there in shock, maybe a moment too long. An insurgent rushed him from his left, leaving him barely a moment to dodge the guy's tackle. They both slammed into the wall beside them, Ryan's head rapping sharply against the concrete.
Stars blossomed across his vision, but Ryan fought back the dizzying sensation, and struggled with his attacker. Mimicking Derek's earlier move, he grabbed the insurgent with a strong grip, placed his hands on his head, and twist them sharply. An audible crack sounded, and the man's struggling form went limp in Ryan's arms. He dropped the man's body, feeling up the side of his head that stung where it had struck the wall. His fingers came back slick with dark blood. The wound wasn't serious or anything, probably just a bleeder like most head wounds, but it stung, and the pain seemed to keep his vision wavering in doubles.
He turned around, and saw Derek, still as a wolf, ripping out one of the insurgent's throats. He stared in horror, not mainly because of the gruesome sight, but rather, the abnormal tinge to his vision. Even though he knew it was a wolf standing in front of him, he could see both...both the wolf and the man, each like a ghost in the place of the other. Only then did Ryan realize the familiar sense of nausea lodged in his gut, and the mind-numbing sensation that crept through his mind.
As shook his he head strongly, the sensation seemed to partially lift, though his vision still seemed shaky and doubled, and a twinge of nausea still remained. Derek was back though, now human, but Ryan could still see the shadow of the wolf behind his features, hiding out of reality like a ghost. He was changing into clothes, and Ryan distracted himself with shooting the man on the ground beside Derek, who was still gurgling weakly on the blood that bubbled from his throat.
After Derek was dressed, he ordered them forward, and Ryan followed numbly. He kept focused, despite the fluctuating colors that danced across his vision sporadically. What was happening to him? He could see reality plainly enough, but something seemed to flicker behind the real, like a transparent layer.
Suddenly a clearly defined shadow danced through the wooden door to his right, and before common sense could kick in, Ryan turned on instinct and shot through the ghost figure of what looked like an insurgent. The bullet passed through the figure, which dispelled immediately, and struck through the door. Surprisingly, Ryan heard cry from the other side, and the door flew open, an insurgent identical to the ghost he had seen toppling through it and onto the ground.
With a start, realization hit Ryan. He was seeing both the present and the future, all in one. It was a strange concept, but one that might ultimately help them. "We need to go deeper, but there's a group waiting to ambush us in the next to last room," Ryan told Derek grimly. His vision was still flickering, futuristic ghosts dancing in front of his eyes. "We can either try to rush the ambush, with would be the shortest way to get to Curse, or we can take the long route. It's clear." The confidence, and lack of insecurity in his voice was striking, even for Ryan. His visions had never made him feel this...sure of himself before.
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Post by cale on Sept 12, 2009 16:59:30 GMT -5
Caleb had just taken out four very well trained soldiers in around 45 seconds…maybe he was getting slow? It had been a while since he had a good spot of fun, just some mindless violence to get the blood flowing.
The wolf circled the building trying to pick up any sign or scent that would denote another presence that could be a threat to the two inside. He had no idea who that Curse guy was or why he was worth saving, the only thing that mattered was that Derek had asked him to help and that was more than enough for him.
Returning to the fours still soldiers, he shifted to his human shape once again before taking their clothes, the one with less blood or not shredded anyway. They were all large man (ok regular height, but still...) so their clothes didn’t quite fit him very well but would be enough to allow him to get close enough to the enemy without drawing attention to himself. He was even lucky enough to find a radio with one of them, if the bad guys communicated with each other through the radio he would be able to hear them.
Caleb was too bored to stand around and wait. A big rescue mission and he were supposed to stand in the side lines? Derek knew him better than that, or at least should. Moving inside the building, he started to track the lingering scent that denoted the path of his allies.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 12, 2009 18:29:27 GMT -5
Derek took in the words but he didn't have time to weigh them. They needed to move and they needed to move now before the whole compound came down on their ears as it would no doubt do and any second.
"We don't have time to go around. We have to go through. In about 2 minutes this place is going to be locked down tighter than Knox."
Seeing Ryan nod, Derek moved. In the blink of an eye, he was charging down the hall with pertrenatural speed. Due to that fact, when the men lunged out of their positions, they were to slow to pull the trigger and Derek was on them before they could react. Using his blade to best advantage, he sliced through the first wave and felt a blade sink into his side before he could twist away. Growling, he struck out and landed a lucky blow as his comrade did his own thing.
Only once he was assured of their victory did he stagger down the hall to a barred door. Reaching the door, he took the keys he'd lifted from one of the jailers and opened the lock. Grimacing in pain, he hurried inside and to the man laying like death on the bed. A quick perusal satisfied him that Jordan was still alive and with animal grace, he picked him up and headed back out the door. Spying Ryan, Derek nodded towards the door and commanded.
"Your going to have to lead us the hell out of here. I can't do both. I hope to hell Caleb is nearby cause we're about to be in a mess."
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 13, 2009 20:02:46 GMT -5
Despite his warning, Derek decided to push through, and take the predestined ambush head on. Ryan knew their chances of pulling out of this were slim, but he followed his comrade faithfully and obediently. He had faith, with was a strange concept for him, that they'd pull out of this in one piece, in spite of the odds. Faith wasn't one of Ryan's strong points, yet taking into consideration all the turns his life had taken recently, he was hard pressed to turn his back on it for much longer. Now, instead of finding bravery in the recklessness, and being stubborn, he'd found it in the idea of believing in something bigger than him, something greater.
In no time, the ambush was upon them, and Ryan was up to his neck in danger. He didn't have time to look back and try to cover Derek, but he trusted that the Ranger, being apparently what he was, could handle himself well enough.
It was strange. The enemy surged at him, but for every attack, every small movement in their lethal dance, Ryan was ready. He saw every lunge, every stab, moments before his attacker even knew they were going to do it. Ryan could only imagine what the sequence of events would have looked like to an outside observer; it was like he was gliding from one movement to the next, his blade flashing beside him like some Holy instrument. It struck true, time and time again, streams of crimson erupting violently and sporadically across his doubled vision.
When all was said and done, everyone in the room, with the exception of Derek and Ryan, were dead or dying. The momentarily silence was striking, broken only by the harsh sounds of pained breaths both him and the Ranger couldn't withhold. Despite the luck and heavenly influence that had guided him, and probably spared his life, Ryan felt the stinging sensation of several small wounds, places where his luck had run just a bit too thin. But his wounds were light, and held no true danger. Derek on the other hand, hadn't fared as well, and seemed to be struggling with wounds that made him worse for wear.
Derek shrugged it all off though, and managed his way into the room where Curse was being held. He checked his pulse, and loaded him on his shoulders. Ryan was surprised he could bear that weight, given the extent of his injuries.
"Stay behind me, and when I tell you to do something, no matter how weird or out of place it might sound, I need you to do it," Ryan told Derek. The precognitive haze to his vision was still there, leaving strange ghosts and colors hanging in the air.
Thankfully Derek nodded, and followed Ryan out of the room. They didn't meet with much resistance at the beginning, but two rooms out, another small group was amassing to hold off their retreat. Ryan saw a ghost lunge its way at Derek, and barked for his to feint left, and duck behind a corner. A second later, the physical man appeared, about to mimic what his ghost had done, but Ryan headed him off, and fired a bullet into his skull. In the confusion, Ryan felt one bullet grace his cheek, and another buried itself in the meat of his thigh. He bit back and groan, and motioned Derek forward to follow him.
If what he was seeing was right, then they were seriously, seriously screwed. They needed help badly. He knew it would be smooth sailing, up until the last room. The were working to block off their exit, with more firepower than Derek and Ryan, as wounded and pinned down as they were, could probably hold off.
As if on cue, the gunfire erupted in the shadow of reality. "Move!" Ryan barked savagely, shoving Derek and Curse behind the door frame outside the room. He moved to follow them, just as reality caught up with the ghosts of hi vision, and the bullet ricocheted by him. "We need Caleb!" Ryan's voice held a note of panic, something that was foreign to it. "Where the hell is he?!"
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Post by cale on Sept 13, 2009 21:09:24 GMT -5
It didn’t take long until Caleb was able to hear the sounds of combat nearby. He didn’t know how soldier boy could handle himself, but knew Derek could handle himself very well.
Before he reached the pair, he was able to pick up a communication on the radio that he had taken from the fallen soldier. They were setting up an ambush for them, and by what he was hearing they were falling right into it. The wolf knew he had to do something quickly or they would be surrounded. He doubted they packed silver bullets, but the object of the mission was to take Curse out of there alive…and maybe Ryan as well if he could manage so.
Wearing the soldier uniform, Caleb was able to slip unnoticed into the room where the ambush was set. They were all so centered in waiting for those they were supposed to ambush that they barely noticed when an unusually short soldier joined their ranks.
Holding on to the machine guns, Caleb smiled and pressed the trigger, watching as the soldiers went down before they ever knew what hit them. They thought they had the element of surprise on their enemies…until now.
Soon enough, he was the only one standing as he pressed forward and saw the other two. Surely the sound of gunfire before them would attract their attention, as well as the sight of one of the soldiers moving towards them. Catching the look on their faces, Caleb smirked amused. “What is taking you guys so long anyway?” he asked as he tossed the guns to the ground and proceeded to jump at the remaining soldiers as his human form gave place to a savage white wolf.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Sept 14, 2009 17:24:44 GMT -5
Derek knew they were running short on time when he stumbled and almost collapse with his burden. Catching his balance at the last moment, the former ranger fell back on all his training and kept moving. Ryan seemed to see the enemy before they made their moves and it gave them a slight advantage but he knew it wouldn't be enough if Caleb didn't show up.
No sooner than he thought that than the other man emerged. He sent them a smirk and then shift so fast to wolf form that Derek didn't even try to reply. Glancing at Ryan, he nodded and then kept moving. Hitting the outside door on a dead run, he carried the wounded man along the wall even as shouts and yells rang out all over the compound. Luck was on their side in the darkness, though as the enemy wasn't sure who was friend and who was foe.
Pulling on every reserve of strength he had, Derek moved as quickly and silently as possible until he reached the far wall. Setting Jordan down for a moment, he saw the other two not far behind and pulled the debrie from the hole before shooving Curse through it and following. It was the darkest section of wall in the fort and it hide their motion well since most of the enemy force still believed them to be inside the buildings.
"Come on! Move it!" he hissed before going under the wall and picking up his burden once more.
Once they were all through, the wolf glanced up at the wall and then swore as soldiers suddenly appeared and began aiming rifles in their directions.
"Son of a ...." he snarled before running towards safety. "I hope to hell that helicopter is waiting or our asses are history!"
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Post by Ryan Moretti Ω on Sept 16, 2009 20:23:42 GMT -5
Ryan cursed loudly, but was grateful for Caleb's quick appearance and support. Everything was so chaotic, he didn't even have time to register the shock when Caleb suddenly changed, much like Derek, and shifted into a large white wolf. He took advantage of the distraction though, and make a break for cover, following closely behind Derek.
After finding a wall to use as a shield, Derek swore angrily, wondering where the helicopter that was supposed to extract them was. Ryan couldn't help but wonder that same thing. Though, at the same time, given the hell-like situation they were in right now, he wouldn't want to be the pilot getting them out of this situation either.
As he laid there for a moment, behind the cover of the debris, Ryan leaned his head against the cool granite, closing his eyes momentarily. His head was killing him, literally. He rubbed his hand against the sore spot, where he's knocked it earlier, and found his palm come back slid with fresh blood. Sure head wounds were normally finicky bleeders, but if fresh blood was still coming from the wound, that wasn't just a normal bleeder anymore. Hell, it might be a serious concussion or something.
He opened his eyes for a moment, only to see the precognitive haze over his vision fading, flickering in and out like a damaged light bulb. For a brief moment he felt like closing his eyes again, and fading along with it, drifting off, but a burst of gunfire brought him back to reality. Shaking his head savagely, Ryan forced himself to concentrate.
Then he saw it. Just over the horizon, coming up fast; it was the flickering haze of the helicopter, or rather, what would be the helicopter in a few moments. That is, it would be if they could get the group clear enough for it to land and grab them.
He didn't want to resort to this or anything like it originally, particularly cause Ryan hated explosives, but he grabbed a grenade from the back of his belt, and tossed it over the barrier protecting them. "The copter's coming!" he yelled at the other, helping Derek to grab Curse. "Follow me!" He turned back, only momentarily, to toss another grenade or two, before rolling out an orange smoke grenade to mark their position.
And then, thankfully, the copter came.
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Post by cale on Sept 16, 2009 21:14:04 GMT -5
To cover the others as they made their way to the extraction point, the white wolf stayed behind indulging on his feral nature. His savagery proved to be too much for the soldiers to handle, even if one of them had managed to pierce a knife in his stomach. The knife itself wasn’t made of silver, so Caleb had only the pain to handle with…and he was used to pain.
Just as another of the soldiers fell silently, the wolf looked back and saw that the others were already in the drop point. Watching Ryan throw the grenades, he knew it was time to go. Making haste towards them and the approaching helicopter, Caleb switched back to human form and joined them.
Climbing into the chopper, he sat back and watched at the others. They seemed that they had a few wounds themselves and the Curse guy looked like he was in bad shape, but he was alive.
And then a smile came to his lips and he clapped enthusiastically. “Now that was fun! Don’t tell me that wasn’t fun…” he then looked back at Derek, “Can we do it again?”
Taking in the glance the others were giving him, he looked down to see the knife stuck on his stomach. The adrenalin rush had done a great job of distracting him from that, it seemed. Pulling the knife off, he let it drop down and placed a hand on the wound to stench the blood. But then his eyesight went a little lower before he addressed the others, “By the way, do you guys have a pair of extra pants by any chance?”
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