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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 5, 2015 20:18:51 GMT
"No business plan survives first contact with the customers," A tone of irony in her voice.
Royal looks into the folder, looking for any blue prints, or a map of the facility.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 5, 2015 20:25:55 GMT
Agent Royal:
After a short search, no blueprints are found to be available for you. (You'll be going into a series of caves, after all, haha.) Your best bet is to try and find one from somewhere inside.
(I'm heading out to see a movie shortly here. I'll be back tonight to continue this and skip forward to landing, if wanted.)
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 5, 2015 20:32:18 GMT
(well osama bin ladin was found in a big fancy compound
caves it is!)
Royal frowns. Wasn't a big fan of caves. She sets aside the file and waits.
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 6, 2015 6:39:01 GMT
I try to get some sleep before we arrive.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 6, 2015 6:42:16 GMT
Both:
After a long flight, you can begin to feel the plane shaking a bit as the pilot looks back at you. "Landing in twenty minutes." he says before putting his attention back ahead. It was dark outside, bathing the vast landscape below in starlight as you could see the ground quickly approaching.
"Upon landing you will be greeted by U.S. soldiers who will get you transport and direction towards the objective."
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 6, 2015 6:50:33 GMT
I nod, collecting my gear and preparing myself for landing.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 6, 2015 16:58:08 GMT
Royal sits forward in her chair in anticipation.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 6, 2015 21:23:16 GMT
BOTH:
Before long, the wheels of your transport make contact on the ground, landing you on a small strip leading into what looks like a small outpost. Once the jet came to a complete stop, the door opens to reveal a small group of U.S soldiers waiting outside.
"Welcome, AGE soldiers." the captain says with a salute.
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 6, 2015 21:36:31 GMT
I smile at the captain in acknowledgement before getting straight to the point.
"How are we getting into the cave? Or do we have to work that out ourselves?"
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 7, 2015 3:42:32 GMT
Agent Royal exits the plane silently and waits for an answer for Nightingale's question.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 7, 2015 4:03:53 GMT
BOTH:
The soldiers form a double line as you exit the plane, saluting as you pass. The captain begins to match your stride and guides you though the outpost. "This stealth Comanche will get you within a mile-walking distance of the cave. It will await for signal that the hostages are secure and target eliminated to provide evac." he quickly informs as you approach a darkly painted helicopter. "It's a thirty minute flight; Any questions soldiers?"
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 7, 2015 4:30:48 GMT
I shake my head.
"Not for me, let's get going."
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 7, 2015 19:20:19 GMT
Royal does a quick shake of the head and gets ready to board the helicopter.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 7, 2015 21:20:03 GMT
BOTH:
After being given your instructions, you board the helicopter and without hesitation, it begins to lift off. It isn't long, however, before you are being set back down among a large group of boulders.
"You have a 1.3 kilometer walk until you reach the stronghold, in the base of that hill." the pilot says with a point. "Upon your signal, I will bring the helicopter closer for evac; Just make sure there aren't any RPGs still up and running around when I get there."
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 7, 2015 21:44:00 GMT
"Alright, thanks", I say to the pilot as I lead the way to the hill.
"Are you nervous?" I ask Royal.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 8, 2015 23:53:28 GMT
"I can not afford to be nervous," She answers, following Nightingale.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 12, 2015 1:20:58 GMT
BOTH:
You approach the mountainous area and after the better part of an hour, you both crouch down as you see an armed man walking shortly in the distance, an AK-47 strapped over his back.
"You should cautiously follow him, find the entrance that way." you both hear whispered into your headset.
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 12, 2015 6:33:58 GMT
I nod, taking the lead again and stealthily following the man. I make sure to use my surrounding as best as I can.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 12, 2015 19:28:55 GMT
Royal follows suit, ready to begin the mission.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 12, 2015 20:16:46 GMT
BOTH:
You follow the man, cautiously keeping to the shadows as he walked his path. After a few minutes he approaches a rocky wall and forces you to duck behind cover as he takes a glance over his shoulder. Poking your head back up, the man is nowhere to be seen
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 12, 2015 20:29:11 GMT
Royal takes a look around for any obvious entrances.
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 12, 2015 21:31:12 GMT
I point to the wall.
"There must be some sort of secret entrance. A pressure pad, perhaps?" I wonder out loud.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 13, 2015 1:36:43 GMT
Royal gives Nightingale a weird look.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 13, 2015 6:09:52 GMT
BOTH:
Upon closer inspection of the area, you are able to see the subtle movements of a thick cloth swaying in the breeze. Moving it aside, you are able to see a faint light a slight distance into the darkness. "What is Frodo's cloak doing in Iraq?" you hear asked sarcastically in your ear pieces.
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Post by rose the barmaid on Aug 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT
"I think you mean Harry Potter's cloak", I correct the communicator. Then, I turn to Royal. "You first - your majesty."
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