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A man stood waiting for everyone in a empty factory in Maryland. He was wearing a balaclava and tinted black goggles, there was no part o his face exposed. He was also wearing a black long-sleeved turtle neck with a Kevlar vest and gray cargo pants. Off of his vest hung a old looking WWII era combat dagger.
Jason rode his motorcycle down a lonely paved road, situated between two taller hills. He had been told he needed to head to the old abandoned factory in Maryland, but he had no idea what it was for. He turned sharply because he almost passed the road that led up to the factory, and he nearly flipped his bike. His leather jacket almost scrapped the ground and that would have been bad, this jacket cost over $400.
Jason briefly saw a sign that read Abandoned, but he didn't pay attention to it. He finally rolled up alongside the factory which had a large iron gate that was open. He rolled inside the gate slowly and parked his bike on the side of the factory and walked inside the large double doors. A lone man stood in the factory, and Jason assumed that this was the man he needed to speak with.
"Hello there? I was told to meet someone here... are you that man?" Jason asked cautiously, walking slowly towards the man.
Jason briefly saw a sign that read Abandoned, but he didn't pay attention to it. He finally rolled up alongside the factory which had a large iron gate that was open. He rolled inside the gate slowly and parked his bike on the side of the factory and walked inside the large double doors. A lone man stood in the factory, and Jason assumed that this was the man he needed to speak with.
"Hello there? I was told to meet someone here... are you that man?" Jason asked cautiously, walking slowly towards the man.
Tom made his way to the factory on foot. The message he'd recieved had been vague, only giving him a time and place, but no reason or what to expect. He hated this secretive air that seemed to surround everything these days. But really, there wasn't much he could do about it, he could only do his job.
Arriving at the factory, he noticed that the gate had already been opened, and recently. Opening it for himself, he eased it shut and looked round at the factory. It had a foreboding atmospheare about it, but he ignored it and looked around for the entrance. He spotted the double doors and headed to them, taking note of the motorcycle parked nearby. Entering, he saw two figures standing together. He approached them, slightly cautiously.
Arriving at the factory, he noticed that the gate had already been opened, and recently. Opening it for himself, he eased it shut and looked round at the factory. It had a foreboding atmospheare about it, but he ignored it and looked around for the entrance. He spotted the double doors and headed to them, taking note of the motorcycle parked nearby. Entering, he saw two figures standing together. He approached them, slightly cautiously.
Damien looked up at the scoreboard with the ball in his hands, celebrating at the touchdown. He taking off his helmet. It was the Air Force/Navy game, and the final horn just sounded, leaving the score 21-38, Air Force. Damien had been the linebacker, and had run 3 touchdowns on forced fumbles and interceptions. "Good job!" His teammates yelled as they filed into the lockerroom. Damien changed quickly and walked out, checking his phone. He had a strange message on his phone, only showing the time and place. Damien shrugged as he turned on his car and headed for the destination.
Damien arrived a few minutes afterward. He killed the ignition and stepped out. He entered the strange warehouse, unafraid. "Yo! Mind telling me what the message was for?" He called to the person who seemed to be in charge. Damien walked up until he was just out of range for a knife attack.
Damien arrived a few minutes afterward. He killed the ignition and stepped out. He entered the strange warehouse, unafraid. "Yo! Mind telling me what the message was for?" He called to the person who seemed to be in charge. Damien walked up until he was just out of range for a knife attack.
'Hmm two unknowns entering the building... Could they have gotten the message too? The meeting seems slightly more legit now. Time to move in and check'
Drake checked the pistols in each of his three holsters.
Both P99's, check, Socom, check
Once he was sure they were accessible and loaded he patted the Alaskan hunters knife on his hip and crawled out of the bush.
He crossed the road swiftly, checking windows, roofs and doorways for snipers or gunmen. Good so far. When he reached the other side he peaked cautiously around the door into the warehouse.
Three people, they seem to be talking, can't make out what. Better take the plunge
Drake readied himself and took a deep breath. He didn't think that this was a set-up but he's be damned before falling into complacency. He held his pistol loosely by his right side and strode through the door, his eyes darting back and forth between each man's eye's and hands respectively.
"Sergeant Chaos reporting for duty sirs" he said boldly whilst still keeping one hand on his dagger and the other on his pistol, finger on trigger.
'Just in-case'
Drake checked the pistols in each of his three holsters.
Both P99's, check, Socom, check
Once he was sure they were accessible and loaded he patted the Alaskan hunters knife on his hip and crawled out of the bush.
He crossed the road swiftly, checking windows, roofs and doorways for snipers or gunmen. Good so far. When he reached the other side he peaked cautiously around the door into the warehouse.
Three people, they seem to be talking, can't make out what. Better take the plunge
Drake readied himself and took a deep breath. He didn't think that this was a set-up but he's be damned before falling into complacency. He held his pistol loosely by his right side and strode through the door, his eyes darting back and forth between each man's eye's and hands respectively.
"Sergeant Chaos reporting for duty sirs" he said boldly whilst still keeping one hand on his dagger and the other on his pistol, finger on trigger.
'Just in-case'
Drake tensed
'Come closer you say? Well that knife on his chest looks like his weapon of choice, with his right hand favoured. Step left, grab right, twist, bang, turn, bang, turn, bang. Got it!
He let his left hand fall from his knife and he kept his thumb looped causally in his belt. He wouldn't need his left if things got messy.
He walked silently towards the mystery man, eyes locked on his and his subordinates hands before stopping hardly a meter away from him, his body so tense he thought he might just snap.
'Come closer you say? Well that knife on his chest looks like his weapon of choice, with his right hand favoured. Step left, grab right, twist, bang, turn, bang, turn, bang. Got it!
He let his left hand fall from his knife and he kept his thumb looped causally in his belt. He wouldn't need his left if things got messy.
He walked silently towards the mystery man, eyes locked on his and his subordinates hands before stopping hardly a meter away from him, his body so tense he thought he might just snap.
Mike had made his way to the factory. Something's not right. I'm a soldier. I'm given orders over a radio and from generals in armchairs, not in some factory in the middle of nowhere. He made sure he had his service pistol with him and went to the front gate. "Abandoned, great." Mike said as he looked at the large sign. He went further in and saw an expensive motorcycle next to the building. "Damn, is that a Harley?" He asked himself as he examined the cycle. No one leaves one of these here, even if you didn't want it you could always sell it.
Mike took out his pistol and stacked himself up on the door. He imagined himself back in Mexico during the war. He remembered being the commander of the support squad for captain Micheal, one of the greatest war heroes of the decade. "[small]Correct command, my team is down, proceeding with mission.[/small]" He whispered as he prepared to kick the door open. He kicked the door, flinging it off it's hinges. "Freeze! U.S army ghost!" He shouted into the empty factory. "Son of a..." He could see that there where several men around each other, one of them seem to be the point of interest. "Are you the one who contacted me?" Mike asked as he got closer, his hands still on his pistol.
Mike took out his pistol and stacked himself up on the door. He imagined himself back in Mexico during the war. He remembered being the commander of the support squad for captain Micheal, one of the greatest war heroes of the decade. "[small]Correct command, my team is down, proceeding with mission.[/small]" He whispered as he prepared to kick the door open. He kicked the door, flinging it off it's hinges. "Freeze! U.S army ghost!" He shouted into the empty factory. "Son of a..." He could see that there where several men around each other, one of them seem to be the point of interest. "Are you the one who contacted me?" Mike asked as he got closer, his hands still on his pistol.
As the door flew open Chaos' alarm bells went off and he hurled himself through the air, landed with a quick roll and drew a bead on the new-comer. The only thing that stopped him from unloading the clip into everyone here was what the man had said as he burst into the warehouse.
"Freeze! U.S army ghost!"
Those words were the only thing keeping the Ghost from getting a light peppering of lead but since he still held the pistol up in combat ready position Chaos was going to have to either lower his weapon or shoot quickly.
"Freeze! U.S army ghost!"
Those words were the only thing keeping the Ghost from getting a light peppering of lead but since he still held the pistol up in combat ready position Chaos was going to have to either lower his weapon or shoot quickly.
Upon hearing Anna's name he let himself go slightly more lax and took the gun off of the Ghost. He stood and turned to the man addressing him and sized him up indignantly before cocking his head slightly and giving him a cold glare.
"If Grim recommended me, then she'll have told you how I dont like to be fucked about. Why are we here and why are you compromising my agencies security with this shit?"
"If Grim recommended me, then she'll have told you how I dont like to be fucked about. Why are we here and why are you compromising my agencies security with this shit?"