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Hey! You might not remember me, but I am the guy that asked you about the nationalistic operator (a week ago...). I was a little bit busy since I had to get ready for my high school graduation. I know you are kind of filled, but I made a W.I.P. I would like it if you could check it out and tell me if have a shot at joining.

Do you still have room for a very nationalistic operator?

Popping the door, Vadim quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, his rifle ready in his hands. After making his way around the car, Vadim followed Daniel and made a run for the building. While running, he glanced at the crashed lead car, wondering if all of its occupants had managed to get out. A burst of bullets nearly hit him, quickly reminding him of his priorities.
Just before Vadim went through the door, he looked Daniel into his eyes. He noticed that the man was shaken, not that he wasn’t himself. He didn't say anything as he ran past him, but Vadim's facial expression clearly said "thanks". Raising his weapon, Vadim quickly checked the hallway. "Clear!" He shouted to Daniel.

“We should regroup with the rest.”
@Sifter@Xandrya@Daemanis@SlashInfinite@Copperpen Ill just mention everyone for my convenience. To those who are not actively taking part in this RP anymore. I need ya'll to either get in contact with me or I am forced to kill off your OC´s to progress with the story. Sorry but I can´t let this stagnate any further.


Sorry, I will quickly make a post.
"I guess that you can't expect the Cutthroats to make it easier for you even if you are doing their own damn job for them." Vadim said, before glancing at Daniel. "Mark my words, when we get to that damn airport, they will treat us as if they did us a favor, not the other way around."

Turning the corner right after the lead car, Vadim noticed the plastic barrier that Isabella had just managed to maneuver around and violently swerved out of it's path, yelling "Твою мать!" somewhere during the process.

...

When they got to the RV, Vadim mumbled "Cling-Clang, were here...", quoting an old Soviet puppet TV show from the 1980's. He quickly scanned the buildings around the traffic circle. The area was clearly hit with a bombardment, most of the buildings getting damaged from it, few destroyed.

"Стромное местечко" He said to himself.

Vadim noticed an American flag hanging from the third floor of a mostly collapsed building. Well that doesn't seem out of place, he sarcastically thought to himself. If that were the CIA station, or at least what was left of it, namely, the flag, their mission would be over before it really began.

"Well, mission is canceled. We are pulling back to rendezvous point two."

With his thoughts confirmed, Vadim mainly focused on following the lead vehicle, only now a little bit further back after the thing with the barrier.

...

Out of nowhere, the lead car braked and slided onto the sidewalk following a gunshot.

"Shit!"

Vadim quickly realized what was going on. After all, he has already been in this situation many times now, only it has been a long time since he had been in it from this perspective.

While Daniel was asking Melnikov if anyone in the lead car was injured, Vadim quickly yelled "Get down!", slammed on the brakes and swerved. As he did that, a bullet with his name on it blew the driver side mirror into pieces. Unfazed, Vadim yelled: “Ambush!”
@SifterIn case you want a customized design


Inspired by you, I made my character's gun while waiting for your post ;)
I'll post my post as soon as I can.


Sifter continues to misname Daniel, not that I mind too much. Or our GM got confused on callsigns. I'll have my character ignore it either way.


I am trying to do a running gag, don't you see?

*sigh*

But sereously, I hadn't noticed my mistake in the first post up until now...
Not just that, I have no idea as to why did I write Patch instead of Low, this one has got to get fixed ASAP.
"Lazy motherfucker."

Vadim chuckled as he got into a proper driving position and turned on the car. He kept his G36 close to his chest, stock folded, in case he would need to use it as fast as possible. When Melnikov gave the signal, Vadim shifted the gear into drive and began following the lead car.

...

When the lead car shut off its lights, Vadim followed suit. He caught a glimpse of the three jets that passed over them, muttering:

"Что за..." (What the...)

What startled him was the tailless delta wing configuration on the jets - these weren't F-16s, Chengdus or Migs... While the thought that these were Mirages or Eurofighters did cross his mind, Vadim singled out one type of jet: HAL Tejas from India. So there was only one question left...

"The hell is the IAF doing here?" Vadim exclaimed. He sighted and immediately focused back on the road. No point in worrying about them now, if these truly were Indian jets then we would get confirmation later, he thought.

"Cossack, you're with Patch. Low and me will take the front, work on obstacles. Mortimer you got the 6. Stick to Cossack and Patch, make sure you got their backs."

Using his left hand Vadim pressed the PTT button on his chest: "Cossack here, gotcha."

As they got closer to the front line all the gunshots and explosions from it became louder and more threatening - they were in a true warzone. They took some detours to avoid the biggest obstacles, Melnikov had this planned out rather well. Vadim's respect for the man was growing. Although in his position,  Vadim would try to push the Yankees for more intel regarding the CIA station. Dirty means or otherwise.

As they got closer to the AO, Vadim said to Daniel: "Low, keep your eyes peeled. While I doubt an interception might happen before we get to the "Cutthroat's" station," He made a brief pause. "Lord knows into whom we might run into around these parts."
Walking down the gloomy neon lit hallway, Vadim lowered his rifle. Even from here he could hear the distant shots and explosions coming from within the city. Under normal circumstances it should have been the city that echoed from the shouts of fans - friends, families and lovers that would be here to support the teams and players playing the football matches. But now, to the citizens of this city such a memory would not be so distant, and yet, it would feel so foreign. Atleast, thats what Vadim thought.

He stopped for a second, letting Isabella and Serena pass him. Having put on his helmet, the half mask still dangling. Vadim took a guarana shot, after all he would need all the energy he could have right now.

"Парковка A..." He muttered to himself as he walked into the parking lot. Logically, Melnikov was the first one to leave the locker room, so he was the first one to arrive. He was riding shotgun in the lead car, Isabella was the driver and Serena sat in the rear. Vadim decided to drive the second car. Popping the boot, Vadim put his bag into the trunk. Leaving the hatch open, he sat into the drivers seat and said: "Last one into the car closes the trunk!" Taking off his shades, he slid its temples into the closed sun visor. Relaxing in the seat and properly attaching his mask to the helmet, Vadim waited for everyone to get into the cars.
Ehh, sh*t... wrong place...
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