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Post by NukeWithG on May 10, 2013 13:06:01 GMT -5
"Yes, it'll be hard to get past them, but the problem is that at the station we don't have the option of getting people's attention. If we go in guns blazing we'll soon have the whole pig-army on us." Johannes sat down, with a look on his face that revealed nothing, but people who had known him for years would say that he was slightly worried. "Then again... We might be able to bribe our way past. If we're lucky, those soldiers have been drafted to the guard and aren't actually nazis. Or, we could try and find some kind of a maintenance tunnel and hope it isn't filled with mutants. How many bullets do you have on you?"
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Novak
Nosalis
That Crazy Serbian
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Post by Novak on May 11, 2013 3:20:55 GMT -5
*From his M21, Novak pulled out a clip with a quarter remaining. On his person he had several other clips, one of which was full with the rest being half full.*
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Post by Janitor on May 15, 2013 10:39:04 GMT -5
Allen counted his magazines and spare bullets, that were hidden in his pockets.
"For my rifle I got. . . three mags, only two of which are full. Only have eight shots for my revolver. If we're careful and sparing with our ammo, we could fend off the monsters, however, this may still alert the guards of this station. My vote is: we take our chances bribing these guards, worse comes to worse, we take them in melee combat and Novak can hang back and pick a few of them off."
Delov reached into his pack and rummaged through it a moment.
"I only have nine military bullets... Maybe it's time for our "travel expenses" to be put to use, Jo?"
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Post by NukeWithG on May 15, 2013 11:11:48 GMT -5
Annoyed because of the fact that Delov still remembered the "travel expenses", Johannes went to his bag and pulled out a cartridge with twenty rounds in it. He couldn't tell it to the others, but he'd already spent the money he got from them on a couple of bottles of sweet sweet alcohol. But now he decided that those bottle could come to good use; if they got the guards drunk they'd probaby be more willing to let the trio get through. With the ammo ready in his hand he said; "All right then. We'll walk ahead with Delov and try to get past with what we've got. Novak, get ready to rumble in case they don't like the idea". Then he started walking towards the encampment with slow but deliberate steps, trying not to make too much noise.
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Novak
Nosalis
That Crazy Serbian
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Post by Novak on May 17, 2013 0:00:14 GMT -5
*He nodded and looked around for the perfect sniper spot, or at least a concealed area. He found both in a dark part of the tunnel where debris had lined up like a wall, with one perfect slit down the middle for a gun barrel.*
*Not exactly comfortable but it did the trick, lives were depending on it so Novak sucked up any agony he felt from the way he had to crouch and aimed at one of the Nazis.*
*Though his mind there were just a few thoughts, most combat oriented. If the plan failed, how would he notice, how quickly should he pull the trigger before the other guy supposedly does, what about the other guys and how all these scenarios would effect his companions.*
*Meanwhile he kept his eye aligned with the sight on one of the Nazis, like a true marksmen his breathing was slowed to steady hands and blinking was kept to a minimum. Novak hoped his target, or another potential target would walk into the dark and fall victim to a bullet.*
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Post by Janitor on May 21, 2013 13:55:30 GMT -5
Allen steadied his breathing and took his steps as light as possible. He didn't have any weapons drawn, that would look too threatening, however he did keep his hand on his Kukri blade, just encase this went south.
His eyes never stopped staring toward the guards ahead.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on May 27, 2013 5:37:02 GMT -5
Novak, please do not use asterisks to describe your character's actions. Chatroom-style roleplaying is not allowed on this site.[/color]
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Post by NukeWithG on May 30, 2013 9:59:06 GMT -5
With his hands behind his back on his hunting knife, Johannes walked to the guards with a slow. non threatening pace. He didn't make any unnecessary sounds or movements, but still made enough noise that the guards lifted their heads up to look around. With a confused expressino on his face, one of the guards lifted up his gun pointing it at the two men closing in. "Halt!" he yelled.
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Post by Novak on Jun 11, 2013 3:05:32 GMT -5
With nearly all the guards focusing in on the intruder, on Johannes, Novak saw the opportune moment to take out Nazi soldiers at the back of the outpost. If no one is skulking in the shadows, then nobody will notice that right behind them their comrades would have fallen victim to a bullet.
He pulled the trigger, to Novak it seemed like his M21 sneezed out a bullet. A bullet that hit one Nazi soldier in the neck, that sat at the end of the outpost on a crate.
Novak steadied his rifle from the recoil and made the scope focus in on the next victim.
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Post by Janitor on Jun 18, 2013 10:20:23 GMT -5
Allen parted his hand from his Kukri and spread his arms to his sides, letting the guard know that Johannes and Delov didn't have any violent intentions. Though his accent normally light, Allen faked a thick Russian one as he spoke.
"No need for the rifle, friend. Me and my ally come in peace."
Delov's eyes widened for a moment when the guard in the back, that was sitting on top of some boxes, fell limp, making a small thud sound as his head hit another stacked box. Allen tried to keep cool, but couldn't help but adjust his hand so he could draw his pistol fast enough. Dammit Novak! you're gonna get us killed. Delov thought to himself.
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Post by NukeWithG on Jul 1, 2013 17:28:03 GMT -5
Johannes started getting nervous quickly, and you could see it from his face. "Show your hands!" The guard yelled at them while cocking his rifle. Knowing that he could not risk talking to the guards, Johannes slowly pulled his arms out from behind his back. However he quickly slid his hunting knife deep into his sleeve before pulling his arms up.
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