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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 26 2015, 03:07 PM Post #2536 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie bit her lip. She didn’t like it, but… “Fine,” she said. “If you think we can pull this off, I’m in.” The last time they took a hostage it had ended poorly, but not poorly for any of the group. This was a totally different scenario – they would be negotiating with a whole community, not just a small band of outlaws, and the plan was to capture more than one guy – but there weren’t exactly a lot of options on the table. Leaving Brandon to be tortured and killed certainly wasn’t one. “It’s doable,” Emmett added, looking away from the sniper. * * * “Good,” Eli said, still thinking. “Good.” His mind played out how he thought this would go, and how he thought it could go wrong. He saw many different outcomes play out in his imagination. The ones where Cory died gave him hope. The ones where Cory died, and he got away in Darren’s vehicle, gave him even more. There was a sticking point, though. He needed to know that his two new allies would be able to go the distance. “Cory’s guards,” he added suddenly. “If they have to go – how do you feel about that?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 26 2015, 04:44 PM Post #2537 |
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Is that so?
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This guy's idea was pretty batshit crazy. But maybe he could pull it off. Even Darren was starting to think that this actually had a good chance of working. But that could have just been the confidence that Eli was showing distorting the reality of the situation. If nothing else, it made him feel better about the whole idea. And they had a plan. "Most of those guys are assholes anyway." Darren told Eli. "I think 'asshole' is kind of a prerequisite of selling yourself out to Cory." Danica added. "I ain't a fan of killing people unnecessarily. I like to think I still got some humanity left. But if someone had to die that wasn't Cory, it would be his private militia. I can do it." A lot of those guys had problems even before Cory showed up. They were the guys pushing for more extreme actions to be taken in defense of the community. They were the ones that wanted the community to be more proactive and look after themselves before others. But Duke had always thought that looking out for others was the essence of what made someone human. Perhaps he was too generous after all, since it was that kind of thinking that allowed Cory inside the walls. And it was his insistence in thinking that way that created the tension that Cory was able to take advantage of. "Andrea needs to die too." Danica stated that as if it was a fact more than an idea. She was really getting behind this plan. Not that Darren could really blame her. More than most people, they had their own reasons for hating Cory that they had kept from Eli so far. "She's always been trouble. I'll bet my weight in salt that her showing up as Cory's right hand woman is definitely not a coincidence." * * * * * Nolan ran a hand through his hair. He felt like everyone was looking at him for an answer. Why was everyone looking at him? Was it because he was Randall's son? Apparently everyone looked up to his dad while he was here. Sometimes it felt like they were holding him to a similar standard. But he didn't know anything about all of this. Though at the same time, neither had dad. Neither did anyone, really. All any of them could do was try to make the best decision with the information that they had. But if he made a bad call, lives would be on the line for it. They shouldn't even be out here -- Eli and the others had told them to stay at the hotel. But they couldn't just let them take Brandon. Right now, Brandon's life was already on the line. Eli and Jimmy were both unknowns, but they weren't answering their radios. If he didn't do anything, then Brandon was absolutely going to die and it was possible that so would the other two. Doing nothing already carried risks with it. "Alright." Nolan finally gave the word. "But if we are going to do it, we gotta do it right. We are not well equipped for a gunfight right now so I don't think we should try for it. Antonio, you should ride in the van for this one. I'll be taking your truck." "What is your plan?" Antonio asked. "This is crazy, but I think it's our best chance of getting out of this without risking a gunfight." Nolan told everyone. "I'm going to drive the truck right up to them." Jen lowered her binoculars and faced Nolan. It was hard to see the look on her face in the darkness, but he had a pretty good idea of what expression might be; "That is a stupid idea." "Just listen. If they don't attack the truck, then the disguise works. While I distract them by having them fill me in, all you guys have to do is follow up in the van, get yourselves in a good position, and then it's as simple as pointing your guns at them and telling them to surrender. They may even be less willing to try fighting back because we have their colors. Nobody even fires a single shot that way!" "Using yourself as bait to make sure they won't shoot?" Jen retorted angrily. Anger born of concern, Nolan reminded himself. Jen wasn't exactly subtle with her affections and he doubted that their argument this morning was enough to stop that. The panicked expression on her face when he woke up after the gunfight was evidence enough that she still cared. "If they do shoot, I can just duck down and drive away. But I know they won't!" "You can't possibly know that!" "Well does anyone else have any better ideas then?" Nolan sighed. "Because if not, then I am willing to be the bait. But Kelsey and Connor aren't getting in any gunfights. I am not going to ask Annie or Antonio to fire at another human being. Emmett is injured, Willow is high, and I couldn't shoot worth shit even with my right arm." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 26 2015, 05:49 PM Post #2538 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“But… how will you distract them?” Annie asked. “They’re going to see hear a van coming, certainly. And when they do, what difference will you standing there have made?” She liked that Nolan’s plan avoided a gunfight, and she appreciated his desire to keep Kelsey and Connor out of it, but she didn’t think it was all the way there. “I can hide in the truck,” Emmett contributed suddenly. “Me and Emily. Or Jen.” Annie blinked as she considered that, and then gave a sudden eager nod. “Nolan rides up seemingly alone, puts them at ease, and then you pop up with guns,” she said. “Then we roll up with the van, surround them. That could… I think that could work!” * * * Eli paused at Danica’s sudden declaration. He was worried that killing anybody besides Cory might be too bitter a pill for her to swallow, but here she was saying the opposite – that someone else had to go down with him. In a sick way, it was encouraging. He didn’t come here for an Andrea but if she was with Cory, she had it coming. “Fine,” he said. “I can work with that. Where will Andrea be? In the office lobby?” |
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| Strompy | Aug 26 2015, 06:03 PM Post #2539 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Three blinks. Good. "Very quietly explain to me why you deserve to live." he ordered her, releaving a bit of the pressure on her throat. ... "Nolan goes in blatantly enough maybe beeps the horn at them, acts real casual and they'll hesitate. Then we walk up out of nowhere with five fully automatic weapons pointed at them. They'll surrender. Everyone alive today has one thing in common; none of us want to die. If they don't though, it's us or them. You've all got to be ready to waste them." Emily explained. They couldn't go ahead with this unless they were all on the same page. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 26 2015, 06:47 PM Post #2540 |
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Is that so?
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"I like it." Nolan nodded to Emmett. He had considered hiding people in the van with him, but he hadn't suggested it because he was still concerned on what would happen they just didn't take the bait at all. He was certain that they would, but that small chance that they didn't was enough to prevent him from suggesting it. That way if the plan went haywire immediately, then at least he would be the only one in any danger. But since they seemed so eager to carry out the plan with him, there wasn't much of a way he could say no. And having them suggest it themselves made it feel less like his idea and more like a collective one, which rested easier on his conscience. "Emmett and Emily would make good backup. Then Jen can lead in the cavalry. If they try anything funny, then we can waste them and think of a plan B." He could see Jen frown from the corner of his eye. It was obvious that she disapproved; he was expecting her to. He was having her stay behind on purpose -- it was safer to be with the van than it was to be with Nolan. And Jen knew that as well as he did. "Really?" She expressed with somber exacerbation. "You're gonna do this to me?" Nolan frowned as well. He wouldn't want to be left behind either. Then, in full view of everyone, he stepped in, leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. He felt her face stiffen in surprise, but she melted into the experience after a second or two. She was still a bad kisser. But there was something kind of endearing about it. Maybe he just like seeing girls get a little flustered. "Think of that as... an apology, I guess." Nolan shrugged and smiled wryly at Jen. "For this... and this morning." "Yeah, well..." Jen anxiously ran a hand through her helmet hair. "Apology accepted. Just... don't die. Alright?" "As long as you don't." Nolan held up his fist. Jen lifted her hand up and bumped her smaller fist against his larger one; "Promise." Nolan took a deep breath; now that the largest opposition to the plan seemed to safely be on board with it, he could focus on getting this done with. He wasn't sure what they were going to do exactly once they had the prisoners, but at least they had options open to them at that point. Options they didn't have open right now. "Alright guys." Nolan took charge. "Emmett and Emily with me in the truck, the rest of you follow a safe distance behind. We'll go slow." * * * * * Alexa gasped for air. Unconsciously, she had her free hand gripped around his wrist. This was normally the part where she explained to her now conscious patient the extent of his injuries and everything that she had done to help with that. In this situation, she had to skip all the technical talk and medical lingo and go straight to what she had actually managed to accomplish in a gambit to save her life from an understandably angry patient. "Because..." She managed to croak through his grip. "I am... a doctor... I just... stopped your... bleeding." * * * * * Darren nodded at the suggestion from his sister; Andrea was not as dangerous as Cory, but she was still dangerous and ruthless. If Cory were to somehow die, she would almost certainly grab power. She was certainly in a good position to do that from now. In fact, as the current number 2, she wouldn't need to do anything, she would just naturally fall into the leadership position. Which is probably what she was hoping for from the start. "She goes wherever she is needed, but at this hour, you're more likely than not to run into her while escaping anyway since she is usually pretty close by Cory at all times." Darren took over explaining for Danica. "And if things get chaotic, then she will find you anyway. I wouldn't worry about tracking her down." |
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| Strompy | Aug 26 2015, 07:18 PM Post #2541 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily grabbed the BAR from the van. Hopefully it was big enough that it would make her a more intimidating figure now that she didn't have her uniform to give her that air of authority. A big ass gun speaks volumes though. ... "So he could beat me to death later!" Brandon hissed. "You're not a fucking doctor, you're a back alley stitch working for rapists, thieves and murderers. You deserve to die. Every single one of you deserves to die. You let an animal take your home and kill people for fun. You're a doctor? Bullshit. You don't give a fuck about human life. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you give a shit about what happens to other people." he demanded. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 26 2015, 07:18 PM Post #2542 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Oh, things are gonna get chaotic,” Eli said. “Believe that.” With that said, Eli inhaled. Okay, he told himself. No turning back now. He held the .22 by the barrel for Danica to take by the handle, and he exhaled. “This needs to be waiting for me in that office,” he said. He couldn’t help but be nervous about giving them a weapon, no matter how legitimate they seemed in their desire to see Cory gone. He was hesitant to do it. But he knew he was going to have to cross that bridge at some point, even if there was still a lot to discuss and decide upon. He decided that point might as well be now. “Actually,” he hesitated, and withdrew the pistol before Danica could accept it. He hadn’t changed his mind, however – not about trusting them, at least. Instead of handing it to Dani, he simply laid the .22 on a nearby dresser. He knew that once Cory was dead, the silent option wouldn’t be an option anymore. If he came out of that room and Cory didn’t, the jig would be up. Darren said he wouldn’t have many guys around at this hour, but he was wrong about that. Eli had personally seen Cory’s guys making the rounds, making sure that everyone was up and alert. Eli had himself and the fire he started to blame for that. So he drew his Supergrade instead, and held that out for her to take. That was the gun he was going to kill Cory with. “This needs to be there,” he reiterated, sounding and looking serious. “As for the distraction we talked about…” He reached into his coat, and produced another item for Danica to take. The nail bomb. * * * Annie nodded – a response to Nolan’s instruction, but also to Emily’s warning. If it came down to it, Annie would be ready. She had killed before. She still remembered Ethan’s face as the life drained from it. She didn’t like it, and she would avoid it if possible, but if it was them or the men in Green River, she was willing to choose. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 26 2015, 09:54 PM Post #2543 |
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Is that so?
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That was a question that was difficult point to refute even when you able to breathe, let alone when you were being strangled. "You're... wrong..." Alexa pleaded with him. "My hands... are... tied..." * * * * * Nolan carefully drove Antonio's truck down the roads of Green River. He overheard before from those two guys that the encampment at Green River was literally right off the highway -- and since there was no encampment anywhere near them, it was safe to assume that it was off a different exit. Even that rough estimation of their location felt like it gave Nolan some breathing room. It was probably on the other side of the city. He pulled a left off two-lane street he had been driving on and went onto an overpass that took him over the railroad tracks that split the city in two. The smoke plume from the fire was just on the other side of those tracks, in a suburban part of the city. Thankfully the fire was easy to follow in the middle of the night. Emily and Emmett both had elected to lay in the bed of the truck. In the rear view mirror, he could make out the shadows of the van and motorcycle trailing them a safe distance back. They had their headlights off to mask their presence for the approach, on the off chance that anyone was able to see them coming. He doubted it through the fire, but there was no such thing as being too safe these days. After another minute or two of driving, the fire and the cars that had come out to investigate it were both in sight. Nolan didn't even need to tell everyone to get their heads down, the two of them were already on it. The five people that Jen had said she saw were all standing a reasonable distance away from the fire. They seemed to be talking among each other. Their attention was drawn towards the truck as it approached. Nolan's heart skipped a beat in his chest. This was the moment of truth. This was the time that would determine whether the disguise he had thought up on the fly would work or fail terribly. For all his bluffing, he was still not entirely 100% sure that it would work. But the group, 3 men and 2 women, all looked at the approaching truck curiously. None of them even tried raising their weapons. He felt himself the people actually moved out of the street to let him pass by. And he took that invitation, Nolan drove around the group so that he was between them and fire, and thus not paying attention to what was coming down the road behind them. He jumped out of the truck as soon as it stopped. "What's going on here?" Nolan shouted over the roar of the nearby flames, he did his best to act like he belonged here. "Cory wants a status report on this!" All five of them had small arms, but nothing bigger than a pistol. These guys were obviously not the A-team, they were poorly armed. "We dunno!" One of the women replied to him and pointed at the fire. "Tryin' a figure that one out still!" "I don't think it's a trap though." One of the men added in. "We just finished looking around and there wasn't any sign of anyone. We're thinking it mighta just been an accident and whoever started it ran off after it happened." Nolan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This was easier than he thought! The red stripe idea really worked, these guys were as relaxed as they always had been. They just assumed that he was an ally. After all, who would really drive around with a red stripe on their car? That was just silly. He unconsciously grinned as he was overcome with a sense of pride in that little idea. Then he tapped on the hood of the truck; that was the signal. * * * * * "More supplies for Dr. Thompson." Danica placed a duffle bag on the nearby counter. The two burly guards looked at one another briefly in the flickering light of the candles, before the one sitting behind the counter zipped it open and looked inside at the medical gauze and supplies that she had 'borrowed' from Dr. Thompson's room using the spare key she kept hidden outside the door to her room. The guard made a lazy attempt to shuffle through the supplies before he zipped the bag back up and nodded his approval to the other guard, who was standing by the hallway behind the desk. "Alright." He motioned for her to step through the hallway beyond them. "Dr. Thompson hasn't come out yet. Guess the poor bastard really had a number done on him, eh?" He sounded almost amused as he entertained the prospect. It was kind of disturbing. "Yeah." She tried to brush it off like it was nothing as she picked up the duffle bag. "He looked pretty beat up. She definitely has her work cut out for her." Danica slipped between the two guards and down the hallway. She pulled the flashlight out of the pocket on her hoodie and clicked it on so she could see where she was going down these dark hallways. That had been a lot easier than she expected. She had been prepared with more details and a backup story if they gave her problems, but apparently they remembered Dr. Thompson's request. That made that first part a lot easier. Of course, the first part wasn't the one she was worried about. It was planting the gun and ensuring they detained him in the proper room. This whole thing would be a waste if she couldn't get figure out a way to solve that problem. The second left turn led to a dead end with four smaller offices on either side and a bathroom at the end. These were the eight offices that Cory had set aside as a holding area. Each of the doors had numbers pained on them, 1 through 8. Dr. Thompson was in room 3. It would probably be best if she didn't go in there and show off that she was here just yet. Danica instead peered into each room. Room 1 was empty, but the chair had literally broken. It was no good. Room 2 had a bloodied and naked woman tied to a chair. Danica couldn't tell if she was dead or alive. She cringed at the sight, but ultimately ignored it. As she closed the door to room 2, she noticed something on the handle of the door. A do not disturb sign was on each of the doorknobs. Some of them had a red stripe along the bottom and others had a green one. Rooms 2, 3, 6, and 8 had red stripes. Rooms 1, 4, 5, and 7 all had green stripes. Glancing into the other rooms confirmed her thoughts; it was like an occupied ticker. She couldn't believe she had missed something as obvious as this before. It was an easy little system so that someone going into a room would know if it was occupied or not before even stepping foot into it. An effective, but easily toyed with system. All Danica had to do was flip the signs on rooms 1, 4, and 5 over to red. That left room lucky number 7 as the sole 'unoccupied' room. All that left for Danica to do was slip into the room and secure the gun Eli had given her to the bottom of the chair. The gun was heavy and it took a little bit more duct tape than she had been expecting, but she did ultimately manage to get it to stick and stay. That was almost too easy, Danica mused to herself as she got back to her feet and straightened herself out. She grabbed the bag of medical supplies and made her way out of the room. As the door closed behind her, she pointed the flashlight ahead of her and was met with the cool gaze of Andrea. Her green eyes were deceptively cold and removed from the situation. It sent a chill down Danica's spine. "Look what we have here." Andrea said with an almost malicious grin. "If it ain't one of old man Duke's half-breed bastard kids! How's your brother?" Danica cringed; this was exactly the type of scrutiny that she had been hoping to avoid. Andrea was a little unhinged. She and Danica had been friends once upon a time back when this whole thing started, but after her boyfriend died a couple of weeks after the outbreak erupted to a rogue gunman, she became unhinged. She was never the same after that incident and had only become increasingly more dangerous and deranged as time went on. Understandably, the two of them had a pretty strong falling out after that. "He's... fine." Danica answered uneasily. "That's great. I am really glad to hear that my old buddy's brother is doing fine." The way she said that was kind of creepy. "Speaking of which, you do know this is an authorized personnel only area, right?" Andrea lifted her hand to show off a combat knife she had just unsheathed. It's dirtied blade still managed to shimmer in the light of Danica's flashlight. She started using the tip of the blade to clean underneath her fingernails. Danica shifted uncomfortably at the display. "You could get in a loooot of trouble for being back here. Cory won't like it at all." "I was just here to deliver some supplies to Dr. Thompson." Danica tried explaining, holding up the duffle bag that she had with her so Andrea could see. "Turns out she didn't need them. I was on my way out when I thought I heard something in room 7. Since it was supposed to be unoccupied, I figured I would take a look inside to make sure nothing sneaky was going on." That is a pretty fucking generic story. There's no way Andrea would fall for something that stupid. "Oh, is that all?" Andrea shrugged. "Well, good job. Your brother is coming in with another prisoner as we speak, so we're gonna need that room. I gotta give Cory the update. Now get out of here. I got bigger fish to fry right now than your scrawny ass." As Andrea ignored her and departed, Danica shook her head. The way that she shifted between disarming and intimidating was perhaps even creepier than if she had just stayed perpetually angry. At least then she would be predictable. But she wasn't. Sometimes she would hurt you for a small infraction, and others she would let you walk away from a large one. It was just evidence of how unhinged she was. But unhinged or not, she was dangerous. She didn't want to know what would happen if Andrea was calling the shots around here. Danica exhaled sharply a few times. She hadn't been discovered. Andrea had left without inspecting the room. That was victory enough for her right now. But her job wasn't done quite yet. If Darren was already bringing in Eli, then she needed to get into position for the distraction. * * * * * "And you said that you caught him sneaking around the border?" The guard at the desk rubbed his chin. "Yes, yes." Darren groaned. "I told you that already. I found him near the southeast portion of the gate. I wanted a midnight smoke to relax after the long day I had, and I caught him vaulting over the gate. I didn't recognize him, so I drew my gun on him. He was pretty cooperative after that." Darren had led Eli in there while holding his gun against Eli's spine. He couldn't think of a good reason as to why he would have handcuffs, so they decided to play it at gunpoint instead. It was a pretty easy sell to the guards, apparently. "Of course, he is unrestrained, so you might wanna be careful with him. He looks strong." "Yeah, of course." The other guard sighed. "Darren again, right?" Oh, they remembered him. He had come through here not long ago with another prisoner. Damn, he wondered how that kid was doing. Hopefully he was still alive. Killing Cory might be a good way to save his life. Assuming this worked. "That's correct." Darren informed the armored guard. "If you keep bringing them in like this, maybe your rations will be as good as ours." The guard let out a soft chuckle at his own joke as he went about scratching some notes down on a piece of paper. "Did he have any weapons on him?" "Only this." Darren offered the .22 to the guard along with a spare magazine. "I got the feeling he was trying to smuggle himself into camp for a free meal. I mean, he is Mexican, right? They are pretty good at that after all." The guards laughed at the joke. Darren shot Eli a sympathetic glance and a shrug as a silent apology for the joke. He didn't know if Eli was the type to get pissed off about that, but he got pissed off about a lot of things. He was honestly just trying to get on the guards' good sides. That was a little more important to him right now. |
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| Strompy | Aug 26 2015, 10:43 PM Post #2544 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Your hands are tied!? All two hundred of you!? He's one man. They're very easy to kill. Even if he's got fifty people supporting him you still outnumber them three-to-one. None of this had to happen. It happened because you let it. Because you're cowards." Brandon informed her. He let go of her neck completely. Even if her reasons for doing it were selfish she had treated his injuries, he wouldn't kill her. She was part of the problem here but only one part of it. Cory was still the biggest problem, even if these people were selfish cowards they were too weak willed to be any threat without that piece of shit in charge. "Do you want to save these people? If you do then you need to listen to me. Trouble is coming. For Cory, he's the only one we want. If it doesn't work out though, it's going to fall to the rest of you to save yourselves. You see what Cory is. Eventually he's going to get bored, there's going to be nobody left outside for you to bring him. He's going to hurt you until there's nobody left or he thinks you're not going to take it anymore. Then he's going to sabotage your walls, your weappns, your supplies, your vehicles and leave this place in flames while you fight for your lives. You all have to kill Cory and his people. It's you or them." Brandon explained quietly as he reached for her surgical kit. "Is there a guard outside this room?" he asked as he withdrew a scalpal. ... Emily heard the signal and popped up in the truck bed, bringing the BAR up on the people from Green River. Nolan could have been on TV with that acting. There was a devious bastard inside him. It was encouraging. "Put your hands on your fucking heads now!" she barked in her practiced cop tone. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 26 2015, 11:04 PM Post #2545 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Am I crazy – have I gone crazy? Eli had to wonder. And the answer was, of course I have. I’m here, aren’t I? I walked right into the belly of the beast. Ran, even. With my eyes wide open every step. He told himself that, but that really wasn’t why he thought he was crazy. He thought that because he had put his faith in two strangers. After everything strangers had put him through – after how vocally wary he was of them – he was putting his life in their hands. To make him regret it, they didn’t even have to betray him. All they had to do was screw-up. If Danica put the gun in the wrong room, or Darren didn’t arrange a proper escape, then today might very well be his last on Earth. He didn’t dwell on it. Tried not to, anyway. The attention of the guards in front of him was distracting. He returned Darren’s glance with a scowl, just in case the guards were more observant than they looked. He didn’t say anything, though. He wasn’t a trained actor and he thought words could only hurt the deception. He hoped to convey a frustration at being captured through stoic silence. He didn’t have to work to convey an undercurrent of fear and nervousness. That was already there. * * * Emmett heard the tapping on the hood and he rose immediately. He shrugged the blanket off him and revealed the Beretta A303 shotgun in his hands. He cocked it – had left it until then to do that, knew the effect it would have on people – and aimed it squarely on one of the men from Green River. He let Emily do the talking. The verbal talking, at least. He wasn’t naïve. He knew his stature did a lot of talking by itself. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 27 2015, 12:03 AM Post #2546 |
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Is that so?
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Alexa gasped for air as the guy let go of her. She was terrified that she was going to die right then and there. And technically, that possibility was not off the table yet. Even if this guy escaped, she would still need to explain what happened to Cory afterwards, a prospect she did not relish. Her role as a doctor would likely buy her some mercy though. Hopefully. "Yes." She coughed after a few moments. "Maybe not... maybe not right outside, but-" She froze and lifted up a hand to signal the blonde kid to be quiet. She could hear the sounds of someone outside. A conversation between two people. Two women to be exact. One of them was probably Andrea, though she couldn't get a good read on the other one. Alexa couldn't tell if they were arguing or talking. It was pretty ambiguous. The doors were pretty thick and the voices were pretty muffled. Eventually the conversation seemed to come to an end, but she still waited for another minute or two just to make sure that nobody was outside anymore. She wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or upset at that fact. "There's always movement back here. You're in the belly of the beast." She explained to Brandon, still holding a hand to her throat. * * * * * It was almost amusing to see the different expressions on the five faces of the people they were holding up. They seemed to shift between shock, confusion, and fear. Whatever the case was, the sight of a large bearded man and a woman who spoke like a cop was enough to get them to hesitantly comply. They looked back and forth at each other and placed their hands behind their heads. "Shit, is Cory done with us already?" One of them whispered. "Fuck! How can he do this to us!?" "Is this what happened to Jerry?" "Why are our own guys aiming weapons at us? Is this a test or something?" As they debated quietly among themselves and tried to figure out what was going on, the van and motorcycle came driving down the street. Nolan smirked and shrugged at them nonchalantly as they rolled to a stop. "Alright, here is how this is gonna work." Nolan stepped forward and announced to their new hostages. "If you follow our orders, I promise that all of you are going home safely tonight." * * * * * "Alright, Darren. Everything checks out. Your service to the community has been recognized. Thank you." The guard behind the desk nodded his head and extended a hand, which Darren accepted. Since Eli was unbound, they had brought in two extra guards to see him to his room. All three of them armed. One guard firmly seized each arm and led him away from the front desk while a third guard walked in front of them and led the way with a flashlight. As Darren turned around to leave, he exhaled sharply. This was outside of his control now. All he could do was hope that this absolutely crazy gambit would work. That and steal a car. * * * * * Nothing. Nothing was happening. Cory curled his lips into a discontent frown. Was the fire truly just a fluke? If that was the case, then it was almost disappointing. He had spent what must have been the past hour loitering calmly behind his guards in the converted manager's office. Waiting for the moment that someone attacked. But there was never any gunfire, never any sound of alert. There was never anything. He was beginning to consider giving up hope of something coming along to save this evening when Andrea burst into the office. "Cory." She announced. "Someone was captured trying to enter the encampment just now. I've ordered the guards to detain him in room 7." Now that was something new. But if he was anything like the blonde kid, then he wouldn't be broken with just a few punches. Which was fine with Cory. After all, he'd just spent an hour waiting for something that never came. It gave him a few clever ideas he could experiment with. "Good word, Andrea." Cory rumbled. "I'll be right over." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 27 2015, 01:37 AM Post #2547 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli’s heart started pounding as he allowed the guards to roughly lead him into the office – the office he could only hope Dani had stashed the gun. He was also hyper aware of the knife hidden up his sleeve, and extremely worried the guards would discover it. So much can go wrong, he thought. I’m definitely crazy. Usually, bad stuff happened suddenly and he had to react. That had been the case many times over since he arrived in Mount Kisco. This was different. This wasn’t even Wendy – he was in total control then, he was counting on people he had been to war with and trusted. This wasn’t that. This was heart-wrenching. He spared a glance behind him, and saw Darren disappear, hopefully to fulfill his next part of the plan. “Where are you taking me?” he asked roughly. He thought his silence was getting suspicious. He was probably wrong about that. He didn’t like having this time to second guess himself. |
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| Strompy | Aug 27 2015, 03:04 AM Post #2548 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I don't see what choice I have. I'm sorry about the nose, it doesn't look broken. And for this." he said before delivering a hook to her jaw vicious enough to knock her out. She was going to be sore when she woke up but she'd get no sympathy from him in that regard. There was a small concern that Cory might take this out on her, but even Cory was sane enough to control his hard-on for brutality long enough to realize harming the one person who could save his and his people's lives was a spectacularly shitty idea. Brandon rolled off of her and grimaced as a stabbing pain shot across his chest. He had a broken rib for sure. He got to his feet uneasily and nearly collapsed again as he was hit by a wave of dizziness. With one hand he supportedhimself against the wall, with the other he gripped the scalpal. The blade was tiny, if he was going to kill somebody with it he'd have to go for the neck. It would be difficult, really really difficult but he could slip it between the vertebrae and sever their spinal cord. The idea made his stomach churn, but if he slit their throat they wouldn't die fast and it'd make a huge mess for everyone else to find, they may even fire off a shot. If he tried to stab them in the head the blade was to small to penetrate the skull and kill them, it might even snap in the attempt. He was in no shape to fight one of these guys, and he needed their "uniform" to get the hell out of there. Eventually he made it to the door and steadied his breathing as much as he could. He could hear footsteps outside and he could see a shadow under the door as the person walked past. Gingerly he opened the door a crack. There was one of the kevlar clad guards who'd just walked past the door. Shotgun slung over his shoulder, pistol at his waist, and a knife. Knife. Brandon poked his head out. To check the other direction. Clear for the moment. His heart rate quickened as he prepared to make his move. In the back of his mind he wanted to take those weapons and kill as many of Cory's people as he could. He wanted to put that shotgun in Cory's mouth and blow the top of his head clear off. But in the front of his mind screaming loudest was the desire to get out there to find his friends and his woman. To wake up tomorrow with her next to him. Right now that meant killing this guy. He sprang, more lurched really, out of the room and came up behind the man. With his right hand he grabbed the knife that was sheathed at his waist and with his left he grabbed the man, covering his mouth. With a purposeful strike he drove the blade into the back of the man's neck, sending a jolt through his body before it went limp. The sudden weight of him nearly knocked Brandon over. With an agonized groan Brandon dragged the limp body back into the torture room, letting it fall just inside. He doubled over and clutched at his ribs. The temptation to stay there until the wave of pain passed was almost overwhelming but his desperation drove him on. He took the man's weapons as well as his kevlar and black clothes. The worst part was the helmet. His head felt like it was about to burst and thisonly made it worse, with his swelling it made it a snug fit. Every movement was torturous but soon he was decked out in Green River colors, an outfit that would hopefully spare him any examining glances. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 27 2015, 04:17 AM Post #2549 |
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Is that so?
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While everyone else was either watching these people like hawks or aiming their weapons at them, Nolan and Antonio went through the awkward process of patting them all down and feeling them up in the search for weapons. Between the five of them, they got four small caliber, civilian grade pistols, an old Smith and Wesson revolver, a pump action shotgun, three knives, and an ordinary hammer. They were lightly armed; had the fire been set as a trap, they would have been fairly easy pickings for a well armed crew like Wendy's had apparently been. These people didn't really fit the description for the well armed Green River encampment he was expecting. He tried to push the questions aside; he shouldn't be thinking so hard about this. This was the best case scenario for them. They got a hold of five people who were lightly armed without firing a shot. He could not have asked for a better start to this. We have the prisoners. Now what? We are far enough away that the fire won't reach us anytime soon. But we are on a timer. We can't go about this recklessly. "Hey, Emily." Nolan asked the former cop while Antonio delivered the newly acquired weapons to the van in one of their spare bags. "We don't have much time... but how good are you at playing bad cop?" * * * * * The guards did not answer Eli's question. They merely continued down the hallway and forcefully pulled Eli along with them. The lead guard was a slightly overweight man named Barry. He had grown pretty accustomed to this over the past few days. It was still a little jarring, but he had found that the easiest way to cope was to simply ignore them. If one ignored their pleas, then it was infinitely easier to deal with. He might not have liked the idea a few weeks ago, but this was survival. And he was prepared to do what he had to do ensure that he and this community survived. The information that Cory had gotten out of several prisoners had led to some big leads on food stores and supplies that were still being brought in by a few groups. It was heartless, but it was effective. Barry could not deny that. "Room 7..." Barry recited Andrea's order under his breath. The other rooms all were marked red. He knew they didn't have that many prisoners... but maybe Cory was just doing work on the others. He knew room 1 was in pretty bad shape. Hopefully nobody else brought anybody in. Room 7 was literally their last available room. Though Cory was also pretty good at making room if the need arose. Barry tried not to think too hard on it and just do what he was told. Barry pushed the door open and pressed the battery operated light by the door. The same one he used to see in all those infomercials. They had started setting them up around the place. Most the offices down here had some; the next patch were gonna be in the hallways to help light it up. Then everything after that would be distributed for use elsewhere in the community. With the room lit up, Barry held his rifle tightly as he watched the other two hold their new prisoner down and restrain him in the chair. "Cory knows, right?" One of them asked Barry as they finished tying the muscular man down. "Yeah, yeah. Andrea went to tell him. He'll probably be here soon." Barry sighed. "Let's just get back to our posts before he arrives, alright?" With those words, the guards filed out of the room, leaving Eli alone and restrained in the dimly lit room. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 27 2015, 07:25 AM Post #2550 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli exhaled through his nose just as soon as the door was closed. It did little to calm or steady him. He was happy to be alone, away from the prying of judgmental eyes, but the hardest and riskiest parts of the plan were still coming up. The walk into this room had further disturbed him, too. There were more offices – more torture rooms – than he expected. Had they ever been all occupied at once? How many were occupied now? How many did Danica have to fake being occupied? No time for questions, he reminded himself. He was doing a lot of that tonight, his mind was wandering and he constantly needed to keep it on track. He needed to remember what he was here for – Cory, and Cory’s blood. Time for action. With a shake, he let the knife in his sleeve slide down his arm and into his waiting hands. He let out a longer, more sincere breath of relief when he caught it in his fingers, and was able to position the sharp part on the ropes and start sawing. Calling it a knife was generous. It was a shiv maybe. A butter knife compared to the ka-bar he had surrendered to Darren, which had been crammed into a backpack along with the rest of his stuff – including his police belt, rifle, and even his jacket and all the knickknacks contained within. It should all be waiting for him on the drive out. Should be. It wasn’t a comforting way of thinking about it. He kept sawing, and thought about something else instead. Thought about how Cory would die. Not with the shiv in his hand – that was too risky, too ineffective – but with his Supergrade, the same one that had claimed the life of the traitor Maxwell, Cory’s one-time informant. That’ll be satisfying, he thought. If it’s there… If Danica... He made it through the rope on one hand, disrupting his own train of thought. With one free hand, cutting the other loose was a quick process. When it was done, he closed his eyes and reached under the chair. He felt the duct tape, and breathed another sigh of relief. Now it was time to wait for Cory. When he arrived, Eli would make sure it looked like he was still tied up. Cory wouldn’t know he wasn’t until the door was closed. By then it would be too late for him. |
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