FourtyTwoStill here, but I've been busy/worn out with work over the past week. Army logistics is a deceptively simple job. Go on without me, I'll probably be back by next week.
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At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
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Ah, damn it. Duty ended waaaaaay later than I thought. I'll post when I can, will be pretty busy over the next three days. =\
Will post tomorrow.
I'm still here.
Have fun! We'll probably try to keep your character alive.
"I hope you are doing something about those cameras, Birdseed." Kheshig said as he sped down the roads leading to the warehouse, his foot pressing the accelerator as far down as it would go, only releasing it ever so slightly when he had to negotiate difficult turns and corners. Up ahead, a light turned red just as he was about to reach the stop line. Without hesitation, or even thinking, Kheshig sped up and ran the light, almost running over a poor woman who had thought it safe to cross. "If you can somehow hack the news networks to keep everything I am doing out of the circuit, that would be great as well." He said dryly, not for a second believing that Birdseed would be able to pull that off.
He could see the warehouse's carpark up ahead, as well as the other team who were out in the open. For a moment, Kheshig wondered if they had taken leave of their senses; to be out in the open with a casualty was tantamount to suicide if a sniper decided to open up on them. With great difficulty, he pushed aside his doubts and simply trusted that they knew what they were doing. "Callsign Kheshig with callsigns Birdseed and Condor, approaching from your five o'clock." He said, keeping his tone calm and level. To the two women in the vehicle, he said, "Once we get there, Condor and I will provide cover. Birdseed, you have the medical equipment, so I will need you to move ahead to assist in getting Owl back here."
Even though he had released the accelerator and had been slowly applying the brakes, the vehicle was still moving much too fast for his liking by the time they were in the parking lot. "Hang on," Kheshig said simply, then jammed the brakes hard, at the same time full-locking the wheel to the right. The vehicle jerked violently and skidded a fair distance even as it turned towards the right, eventually coming to a full halt not far from the other team. "Go!" Kheshig shouted out and jumped out of the vehicle, taking cover behind the engine block, his rifle up and aimed ahead.
He could see the warehouse's carpark up ahead, as well as the other team who were out in the open. For a moment, Kheshig wondered if they had taken leave of their senses; to be out in the open with a casualty was tantamount to suicide if a sniper decided to open up on them. With great difficulty, he pushed aside his doubts and simply trusted that they knew what they were doing. "Callsign Kheshig with callsigns Birdseed and Condor, approaching from your five o'clock." He said, keeping his tone calm and level. To the two women in the vehicle, he said, "Once we get there, Condor and I will provide cover. Birdseed, you have the medical equipment, so I will need you to move ahead to assist in getting Owl back here."
Even though he had released the accelerator and had been slowly applying the brakes, the vehicle was still moving much too fast for his liking by the time they were in the parking lot. "Hang on," Kheshig said simply, then jammed the brakes hard, at the same time full-locking the wheel to the right. The vehicle jerked violently and skidded a fair distance even as it turned towards the right, eventually coming to a full halt not far from the other team. "Go!" Kheshig shouted out and jumped out of the vehicle, taking cover behind the engine block, his rifle up and aimed ahead.
Just thought I'd clarify that the AS Val Kheshig uses is by no means a heavy-bore weapon. It's chambered in the 9x39 subsonic cartridge, and while it's heavier that the standard 5.45, it's still essentially a 9mm round with a lot of powder behind it.
Sorry, but I'm a stickler for details when it comes to weapons. ><''
Sorry, but I'm a stickler for details when it comes to weapons. ><''
Kheshig made himself scarce when Condor stalked off to take care of her 'little something', which he guessed had to do with Birdseed and her little outburst. From what he knew, Birdseed was a psychology expert as well as a gadgeteer, and he could tell that each and every one of her words had been chosen specifically to sting at Condor like a mass of wasps. There was absolutely no way things were going to turn out well, and Kheshig had no intention of getting himself involved. Still, he wanted the two of them to still be alive by the end of the confrontation, and thus he retreated to the security room with his plate of grass jellies.
He had his legs propped up on the control panel as he looked over each of the screens in turn, occasionally popping a jelly into his mouth. There she is. He spotted Birdseed smoking on the camera that was trained at the back of the house. There were a few minutes of absolutely nothing happening, and then Condor showed up. Kheshig had expected her to do something drastic - that much he could surmise from the very limited knowledge he had on her - but pulling a gun on Birdseed seemed a bit too much, even if it were just an empty threat. The only problem was that as it stood, it was just as likely that Condor was being serious.
"Fuck-" He began, but before he could even spring from his seat, Archangel's voice began playing over the in-house intercom.
Kheshig did not even wait for Archangel to finish. As soon as he heard that they were to go to the warehouse, he jumped from his seat and ran straight for his room. There would be only one reason for them to be redeployed, and that was that the other team had well and truly gotten themselves into trouble. Birdseed and Condor could wait. For now, Kheshig's priority was getting himself suited up for a combat operation. Stealth had obviously failed the other team, and they were far better at it than him. Kheshig's shirt was off by the time he skidded into his room.
Opening his closet, he pulled out his combat equipment, all of it already prepared and ready. He threw on the black combat shirt and black load bearing vest. With one hand, he secured the buckles while the other pulled a black beanie over his head. Once he was done, he quick-walked his way over the briefcase containing his rifle and opened it. With practiced ease, he assembled the weapon within half-a-minute and was out of his room with his full combat load by the end of that minute. He pulled up the face wrap around his neck to cover his nose and mouth, then put on a pair of black gloves. Lots of things could fall off the body during a firefight, and the more of his body he covered, the less likely he would leave behind any incriminating evidence.
Holding his rifle in both hands, he ran to the back of the house, expecting to find Condor and Birdseed. Instead, he got there just in time to see Condor and Birdseed on the ground, with the former aiming a silenced pistol at the latter. "No, if you do not let her go, I will shoot you." Kheshig said coldly and raised his rifle, aiming it at Condor. "Whatever problems you two have, it can wait until later. Right now, we have to bail the other team out of a sticky situation, and I will be damned if you two are at each other's throats during the operation."
"Shoot each other if you must, but do it once we are done with this operation. For now, kiss and make up or I will do it for you." He said forcibly, but lowered his rifle. "Archangel only asked for Condor and I, but he is not here, and I say we need Birdseed. Condor, you and I are going in heavy and loud. No subtlety for this one, we are going to pull the other team out of whatever fire they found themselves in. That leaves Birdseed as our gadgetry expert. Anything to jam camera feeds, communication signals or to prevent us from getting caught on speed cameras would be best, but I will leave your final loadout to you."
It felt good to be giving orders again; it made him feel like the soldier he had started out as. "I will wait for you by the rover. Not the car, I have a feeling we may need to go off-road if things get even worse. Be there in seven minutes, and we move out ten minutes from now." With that, he turned and fast-marched himself to the rover. "Callsign Kheshig to Archangel. Mission prep time, seven mikes. ETA to first move off, ten mikes. ETA to mission area, approximately twenty, repeat, twenty mikes." He said to Archangel over his mic, then opened a frequency to the other team. "Kheshig here. We will be with you in twenty minutes. Attempt your own evacuation if safe and possible, but take the same route you took. We can meet you mid-way. If own evac is not feasible, find a safe place to hide. We are coming in hot and guns blazing."
@Genni @Dragonite777 @Jangel13 @RomanAria @SimplyJohn @Avanhelsing
He had his legs propped up on the control panel as he looked over each of the screens in turn, occasionally popping a jelly into his mouth. There she is. He spotted Birdseed smoking on the camera that was trained at the back of the house. There were a few minutes of absolutely nothing happening, and then Condor showed up. Kheshig had expected her to do something drastic - that much he could surmise from the very limited knowledge he had on her - but pulling a gun on Birdseed seemed a bit too much, even if it were just an empty threat. The only problem was that as it stood, it was just as likely that Condor was being serious.
"Fuck-" He began, but before he could even spring from his seat, Archangel's voice began playing over the in-house intercom.
Condor and Kheshig I need you both to get to the warehouse where the others are, their cover is blown and they need back up.
Kheshig did not even wait for Archangel to finish. As soon as he heard that they were to go to the warehouse, he jumped from his seat and ran straight for his room. There would be only one reason for them to be redeployed, and that was that the other team had well and truly gotten themselves into trouble. Birdseed and Condor could wait. For now, Kheshig's priority was getting himself suited up for a combat operation. Stealth had obviously failed the other team, and they were far better at it than him. Kheshig's shirt was off by the time he skidded into his room.
Opening his closet, he pulled out his combat equipment, all of it already prepared and ready. He threw on the black combat shirt and black load bearing vest. With one hand, he secured the buckles while the other pulled a black beanie over his head. Once he was done, he quick-walked his way over the briefcase containing his rifle and opened it. With practiced ease, he assembled the weapon within half-a-minute and was out of his room with his full combat load by the end of that minute. He pulled up the face wrap around his neck to cover his nose and mouth, then put on a pair of black gloves. Lots of things could fall off the body during a firefight, and the more of his body he covered, the less likely he would leave behind any incriminating evidence.
Holding his rifle in both hands, he ran to the back of the house, expecting to find Condor and Birdseed. Instead, he got there just in time to see Condor and Birdseed on the ground, with the former aiming a silenced pistol at the latter. "No, if you do not let her go, I will shoot you." Kheshig said coldly and raised his rifle, aiming it at Condor. "Whatever problems you two have, it can wait until later. Right now, we have to bail the other team out of a sticky situation, and I will be damned if you two are at each other's throats during the operation."
"Shoot each other if you must, but do it once we are done with this operation. For now, kiss and make up or I will do it for you." He said forcibly, but lowered his rifle. "Archangel only asked for Condor and I, but he is not here, and I say we need Birdseed. Condor, you and I are going in heavy and loud. No subtlety for this one, we are going to pull the other team out of whatever fire they found themselves in. That leaves Birdseed as our gadgetry expert. Anything to jam camera feeds, communication signals or to prevent us from getting caught on speed cameras would be best, but I will leave your final loadout to you."
It felt good to be giving orders again; it made him feel like the soldier he had started out as. "I will wait for you by the rover. Not the car, I have a feeling we may need to go off-road if things get even worse. Be there in seven minutes, and we move out ten minutes from now." With that, he turned and fast-marched himself to the rover. "Callsign Kheshig to Archangel. Mission prep time, seven mikes. ETA to first move off, ten mikes. ETA to mission area, approximately twenty, repeat, twenty mikes." He said to Archangel over his mic, then opened a frequency to the other team. "Kheshig here. We will be with you in twenty minutes. Attempt your own evacuation if safe and possible, but take the same route you took. We can meet you mid-way. If own evac is not feasible, find a safe place to hide. We are coming in hot and guns blazing."
@Genni @Dragonite777 @Jangel13 @RomanAria @SimplyJohn @Avanhelsing
Just thought I'd pop by to say that I'm still in on this. Just waiting for @Pirouette to post, otherwise I can't really do much.
Was that a compliment he heard? Well, either way, Kheshig was never one to simply accept praise; ego was good to have, but he liked to keep it in check with doses of reality. It kept him humble and down-to-earth, useful qualities in a job where thinking too highly of yourself could lead to failure or even death. "If she were more like me, you would be on your own distracting everyone in the shop." He said matter-of-factly. Not that you would have any trouble. He added in his head. The last time Kheshig had ever seen a woman naked - or semi-naked - had been when he was garrisoned in Zhejiang close to a decade ago.
"The Ministry never covered my back, otherwise I would not be here." Kheshig replied. In all his years with the Ministry, he had only received state-sanctioned support only once or twice, and usually from army units who were just as likely to shoot him as they did the enemy. Other times, it was all down to Kheshig's ability to play up his illegitimate birth and lower-class sensibilities to curry favours with local gangs or once, even the local triad branch. "They gave me a target, mission parameters and left it at that. Everything else was up to me, or on me, depending on how things went."
Kheshig took a long swig from his can, if only to give him a reason to tilt his head back to avoid looking at Condor's cleavage without looking ridiculous. Part of him wondered if she was doing it on purpose, and the other part oddly hoped that she was. It was a feeling he did not like, and would address later on when he maintained his rifle. "You wound me, and here I thought we were making progress." Kheshig said with a hint of a smile. He was beginning to warm up to this Condor, but he did not rule out her cordiality as being a ruse. "But I agree. I have seen many safehouses, but this one is by far the best, though perhaps not the most discreet."
He had caught sight of her nipple, and while that had brought upon a most unprofessional blush on his face, Kheshig somehow managed to find some courage within him to say his next words. "No, my problem is that I may like it too much." He said. Once his mind finally caught up with his mouth, he quickly added, "I mean that in the best of ways."
That did not seem to make things any better.
"I mean to say that you are attractive," He said in a flat tone, stating it as a fact rather than an observation. He drained his can, crushed it and tossed it into the thrash can. "I would have it if you are not going to," He said and took the last can from the loop. Maybe if he drank more, he would forget about everything that had happened over the last minute.
@Genni
"I've learnt to eat when I can, life's a little tougher when you're on your own without some huge organisation covering your back every second."
"The Ministry never covered my back, otherwise I would not be here." Kheshig replied. In all his years with the Ministry, he had only received state-sanctioned support only once or twice, and usually from army units who were just as likely to shoot him as they did the enemy. Other times, it was all down to Kheshig's ability to play up his illegitimate birth and lower-class sensibilities to curry favours with local gangs or once, even the local triad branch. "They gave me a target, mission parameters and left it at that. Everything else was up to me, or on me, depending on how things went."
"This place is a mansion compared to what I'm used to, especially the pool house, I could really get used to a home like this, If it weren't for the company."
Kheshig took a long swig from his can, if only to give him a reason to tilt his head back to avoid looking at Condor's cleavage without looking ridiculous. Part of him wondered if she was doing it on purpose, and the other part oddly hoped that she was. It was a feeling he did not like, and would address later on when he maintained his rifle. "You wound me, and here I thought we were making progress." Kheshig said with a hint of a smile. He was beginning to warm up to this Condor, but he did not rule out her cordiality as being a ruse. "But I agree. I have seen many safehouses, but this one is by far the best, though perhaps not the most discreet."
"What's wrong, you don't like the way I look? If it's the bathrobe you just have to say the word and I'll happily take it off for you."
He had caught sight of her nipple, and while that had brought upon a most unprofessional blush on his face, Kheshig somehow managed to find some courage within him to say his next words. "No, my problem is that I may like it too much." He said. Once his mind finally caught up with his mouth, he quickly added, "I mean that in the best of ways."
That did not seem to make things any better.
"I mean to say that you are attractive," He said in a flat tone, stating it as a fact rather than an observation. He drained his can, crushed it and tossed it into the thrash can. "I would have it if you are not going to," He said and took the last can from the loop. Maybe if he drank more, he would forget about everything that had happened over the last minute.
@Genni
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