FederalTacticalParanormalNeutralizationSquad, Chapter I
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1:32 AM, Seattle General Hospital

Squad Leader Richardson cradled Private Thomas in his arms, taking care to hold the man’s brains in with his right hand. Thomas said nothing, though he continued to sob softly and breath sporadically despite the fact that a good deal of his skull and a healthy chunk of his brain were missing. Richardson didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t going to make it, and before today, he couldn’t recall holding a grown man like a baby in his lap. Richardson himself was mortally wounded, and if Thomas wasn’t in the way, he’d be able to examine what he was pretty sure was his spleen and some of his intestines.

Soaked in blood and other human filth, Richardson and Thomas didn’t look much like the corpses that surrounded them. The walls of the hallway were lined with blood spatter; the floor looking not unlike a river of red, wherein not a spot of the white tiling was showing but at the edges where the hallway intersecting with anther perpendicular to it. Bodies of nurses, doctors, patients, and the rest of Richardson’s crew laid about, most of them having their internal organs strewn about in piles nearby or missing appendages altogether.

Richardson reached for his Colt with his left arm, being careful not to bump Thomas. Carefully, he released the clip, taking count of his remaining cartridges. Only one shot left. It would only take one shot to kill that thing, but if his whole squad got wiped out by just one, what hope did he have of hitting it? Grinding his teeth at the though, he realized that there was a better use for his last bullet.

Without telling Thomas what he was about to do, Richardson released the man’s brains, which poured out of his skull like wet spaghetti, virtually dissolving as they hit the floor. Thomas’s body twitched a bit, then went limp, while Richardson stuffed the business end of the Colt in his mouth. With a quick pull of the trigger, he ended his misery, sending his own brain matter through the roof of his skull and repainting and texturing the wall behind him.

…

11:00AM, Undisclosed Location

“Welcome to Washington, ladies and gentleman,” Commander Vera addressed to the people sitting about the long, rectangular table, “I would like to personally congratulate you on your successful acceptance to this newly founded squad. Though you each have your very own, highly varied backgrounds, you’ve each been selected for the same reason. You’re extremely talented in your respective fields; you’re the baddest of the badasses.”

Vera paused for a moment, chuckling lightly before continuing, “And that’s exactly what we need for this sort of… situation. Roughly forty-eight hours ago, Seattle SWAT was deployed to respond to a bizarre report from Seattle General Hospital. Upon entrance to the building, they found most of the people that had been in the hospital at the time brutally slain and mutilated. Those that weren’t dead were unable to respond to questioning, and, unfortunately, none of them made it to safety alive. Initially, there was no sign of the intruders, until SWAT reached the security office, where they reviewed closed-circuit footage of what they described to be a creature which was human in form, but appeared to have no skin, and could crawl up walls and even along the ceiling. They were immediately given orders to neutralize the creature, but were systematically slain, one by one. Three hours after entering the structure, all contact was lost with the SWAT team, and all entrances to the structure were sealed off. None of the bodies have been removed from the structure for fear of the creatures escaping during the process.”

Stopping for a moment to drink from a glass of water on the table, the room fell dead silent, until he continued his speech, “That is where you come in. Until now, the federal government has not had a need for a specially trained unit to deal with a situation such as this. Unfortunately, we do not have the time to train you, either. But that is why we have selected you. Even without specialized training, our analysis has determined that you have what it takes to get in there and rip those things a new one. And by noon tomorrow, your asses will be busting down the door on the roof of Seattle General. Dismissed.”

The group of people got out of their seats and headed for the door, but as the last person walked past Commander Vera, he stopped him with a slap on the chest.

“You’re Lane Carson, correct?” Vera asked.

“Yes, sir,” Carson replied.

“As squad leader, it is your duty to know each and every one of your men,” Vera continued, forcing a box full of folders into Carson’s hands.

“Yes, sir.”

“That all you can say, Carson?”

“No, sir.”

“Good boy,” Vera chuckled. “Now get the hell out of here.”

…

12:13 AM, Undisclosed Location

Lane hoisted the box up onto the table in his office at the end of the barracks, digging the pile of folders out and plopping them down next to the box. His own folder was right on top, and he decided to look it over just for the hell of it.


Name: Lane Carson
Age: 27
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 205 lbs
Eyes: BLU
Transfer: Delta Force
History: Born and raised in Wisconsin. Acceptable academic achievements. Joined Army out of high school. Made Delta Force seven years later. Acceptable combat experience. Acceptable combat efficiency.
Medical: Broken right tibia at age 17. Declared KIA during Delta Force op; revived without assistance under "mysterious circumstance" and subsequently recuperated under intensive care. Briefly displayed signs of PTSD and mild schizophrenia, both of which showed symptoms for only three weeks after declaration of death.

Frowning and running a hand over the stubble on his shaved head, Lane pushed his folder aside, and went to the next one.

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12:00 PM, Seattle General Hospital

Hopping off the chopper onto the concrete rooftop of Seattle General, Lane made a break for the door to the stairwell with his squad in tow. Upon reaching the wall, he slammed his back into it just to the left of the door.

“Form up!” he ordered as he tried the lock. “It’s locked! Get the pick to the front!”

Lane looked down the line of his squad members, waiting for one of them to pop out and move for the door. Most of them were packing MP5’s, though a couple had a M16 or a pistol gripped pump action twelve gauge. They were also each armed with a couple of flashbangs. The creature that they were being sent in to destroy did not appear to use any sort of projectile weaponry, so they were only equipped with light body armor.

Somewhere within the structure, a twisted abomination stirred.

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Rules
1. Use the character sheet that I used for my character. Post it in your first post.
2. Use either an MP5, M16, or pistol grip pump. Do not add any additional equipment.
3. Your character cannot be paranormal, though they may be able to see or communicate with the paranormal through external means. This means that while they cannot sit down and have a chat with the dead or see them floating around, they may feel as though something is watching them, or see them in a dream or extremely altered state of mind. They may not have any “superpowers,” either. For the most part, they should be a fairly normal person.
4. This is the first in a series of chapters. Each chapter will be a new thread so that new RP’ers can join in, or if need be, old ones can leave without significantly disrupting the plot. In this method, a player’s character can even be killed, and that player can simply make another character in the next thread. Threads will be relatively short for these reasons, but that only makes them easier to complete. With any luck, my system should work out pretty nicely.
5. Join up, follow the rules, and have fun!