Freedom Faction RP

Winchester rolled his eyes. "That big ass hanger the tri-county area uses for police helicopters. Do I have to spell everything out for you? Those big ass egg shaped things with the fans on top, where they take off." He sighed, "basically Jon's saying go there, sabotage the place and don't destroy all the choppers..." He adjusted his glasses again. "the thing is, after Murphy and I tried they called in the National Guard. It's goddamned ridiculous now..."

Once through the hole and into the starkly depressing room, Anthony took a spot along one of the walls, watching over the shoulders of his compatriots.

He had settled on his heels when Winchester asked for volunteers, and immediately thanked himself for it once the word "airbase" fell out of Winchester's mouth in a mix of alcohol fumes and southern drawl.

"Well, sir, if you don't mind me saying," he spoke up, "there's creativity, and then there's the equipment that'll help us win. I'm thinking ordinance, namely. You got the boom to go with their creativity?" Anthony asked Winchester.

Browning stood up as baggies of white powder fell out of his open jacket, he then shuffled to pick them up and said "that is where I come in" in a voice similar to that of Jack Sparrow. "Price however is an option. Got the money I've got your boom" he smirked and gestured to a locked store room ironically less secure than Jon's vault.

Glancing down to the baggies on the floor before Browning picked them up, Anthony chewed on the inside of his cheek, listening to what Browning had to say, then following his pointing finger to what was apparently the magazine.

"Well, that's that. Sorry, sir." Anthony said, dipping his head to Winchester and taking his place on the wall.

Browning stopped for a moment with a puzzled look on his face, then turned back to the group. "Oh right , Jon bought you guys a present for this." He fumbled through his pockets briefly, the sound of rattling pills and swishing sound of plastic baggies occupied the silence as he rummaged through his pockets. "Anyone seen a key perchance?"

I was wondering about the mission, I look to the other volunteers to my left and to my right. It was a good group but I would feel better if we had somebody with explosives expertise. I pay no attention to the banter going on with Browning and the man who just came in. Instead, I give a small hum and ask "Would our target happen to be the West Virginia State Police Heliport?" with no specific person the question is directed to. I look over to Winchester who was doing nothing in particular and then take a quick glance behind me to see if anyone would answer my question.

Darren shrugged. "That's a good question, Ling. You still haven't told us exactly where we're bombing, Winchester."
He glanced back for a second, looking at the group. He gave his gun a rather blank stare, frowning slightly at his lack of experience handling heavy explosives. "Anyone got experience playing with fire? I'm a bit ... lacking in that department, bullets are more my thing."
Darren paused briefly, blinked once, then stared at Browning. "Wait, what the hell? Did you just say you lost the key to a storeroom full of explosives?" He opened his mouth to emphasize the sheer stupidity of the act, before he halted and smirked in a rather snarky fashion. "If you can't find the key, then why don't you try blowing it open? Go on, it'll be quick."

Ren suggests something risky, I shake my head in disapproval, "We should only do that as a last resort, its dangerous to blow up the door to the explosives storeroom. Even if we were to do that, we'll have to be subtle with it. We don't want the cops rushing in here from the sound of an explosion and we definitely don't want the explosives inside to go off with the breaching charge." I sling my guitar case over my shoulder and turn back to Lex. "You were the one who took the key, weren't you Sir?" I ask him before I turn my attention back up front.

Winchester smirked as he twirreled a key around his finger. "lose something?" he jested.
"Mother-fucker you stole it!" Browning exclaimed.
"Listen 'necessary evil' (Jon referred to Browning as a necessary evil quite often) keep your pockets zipped and get a haircut hippy" Winchester spat back.

The tension between the two was palpable.

"to answer your question, it's the DC Metro PD's hanger... The one with the blackhawks. See what I mean about it being crazy? I popped 4 heads last date night with Murphy and it got too hot for us to split any more."

"My my good sir. that there is some fine beer you are having right?" the man said to Jack. he then took a few glasses of ale from a passing waitress and gulped them down.
"Hey, you best hurry up or you'll be left behind kid." Jack replied. "Of course, my bad. my bad. I just don't seem to like hanging around people a lot. Hell, I think the alcohol is whats keeping me from dying from all this 2nd hand smoke you know?" He quickly finished a glass before he continued. "So, where shall I be going?"

Finally getting to business Jack told the man to go head back to the room where he was to meet the others. After hearing this, the man finished his last drink and said, "Thanks Jack, name's Markus. Hope we meet again for a nice drink and some good stories k?" With that he headed to the room without waiting for an answer. Once he got to the room, he quickly went and took to the corner wall, trying to find out what he had missed.

Airbase? Volunteering? can this be a suicide mission i hear? or maybe some kind of espionage? sabotage? perhaps a planned mass bombing? oh I love how these things work~! I should probably ask... After much thinking he asked, "So my fellow compatriots, may I inquire how our plan is to be in motion? I apologies since I came quite late, and did not hear much of the plans for the um... sabotage on an airbase right? I may wish to volunteer for it, if I can use some biochemical weaponry or of the such~"
(Ya.... I read what I can. Trying to catch up since everyone seems to post later than me =3=;; Curse you college!!! >3<)

An peculiar person seems too have joined us, I pay no attention to him, he sounds like he's trying too hard to sound sophisticated and still failing at it but I stop myself from showing any of these feelings physically. Theres no need tto cause any unnecessary tension among ourselves, is what I thought to myself. Winchester explained what our target was, I was quite surprised at the answer, almost letting go of my guitar strap. I take a moment to think before planning my response.

I take a deep breath, "So I guess its safe to say that we'll need to be extremely careful and quiet for this op? Sounds like this should suit well with our close quarter specialist. What exactly are we meant to be sabotaging in the heliport. You said earlier that we aren't to destroy ALL the helicoptors, what do you mean by that?" I take another look at the group of volunteers before paying my attention back to Winchester.

(OOC, I'm sorry about the delay, new girlfriend, 3 hour phone call... Anyway Thursday I won't be able to post because I have work, the interview for my potential second job and a date after that)

Winchester shrugged as he tossed the key aside. "Why not?" Browning scrambled got the key and unlocked the store room. He quickly returned carrying four satchel charges and 10 auto injectors (similar to epi-pens) he drew a breath before elaborating what was in his hands.
"these" he gestured to the satchel charges, "are remote detonated" he tossed the four satchels across the concrete floor to the volunteer team. "Now this" he said grinning, "is Schanze's 'super-soldier' serum. It's a fine chemical cocktail chocked full of stimulants, focus aids, artificial testosterone, the link ones don't have it, and epinephren, ATP and a slew of other good stuff" he paused, "don't worry we tested it on some volunteer stoners and barring the four we accidentally killed the other ones lived. He's been making it for years now and it's refined and sterile with no lasting effects"

((OOC: New gf, eh? She a bar hopper too? Either way, congrats, Kip.))

"You didn't answer the question about why we're not destroying all off the birds. And what the fuck do we need those for?"

Adrian started to grow impatient of Winchester now, and his initial disappointment in this motley crue only grew when he saw that they were locked out of the explosives room.

"Surrounded by a bunch of retards who wanna fight the system."

After a moment, he spoke up again.

"I have a suggestion on how we can get in quietly. If the guards there wear full body armor that cover their faces, and if we can find some patrolling the outer area, we can deploy a spy tactic and hopefully get in unnoticed. Prototype all up in their faces."

"You've played Prototype as well?" I ask Adrian as he made his reference. "Well, that idea sounds good IF the guards are in fact wearing full body cover. If this is true, then I'd suggest only two of us sneak in, in order not to arouse suspicion."

I look down at the floor below me and pick up the satchel charge that was thrown there. I examine it quickly before I continue, "Well i'm no good with close quarters so, if you all wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay as sniper support from a nearby building."

I find that these people, while not that organised, are more. . . Humorous to watch compared to my drill sergeant back in Shan Tao. I don't, however, like how slow it took for them to get things done. Of course, I'd never show it physically to any of them. "Going back to my previous question, why exactly are we not sabotaging ALL of the hellicoptors? I might just be imagining this but it would seem that you are purposely avoiding this question."

If there was something I hated, it would be going into a mission without proper information. . . Among other things. . .

((OOC: I'm also gonna be busy on Thursday but I'll try to post when I can.))

Darren palmed his face. Winchester was either incompetent, or had finally succumbed to the copious amounts of alcohol he drinks.

With a rather quick, nervous glance at Browning's very casual method of handling of the explosive, he cleared his throat. "Stop avoiding the question, Winchester. Helicopters. Not sabotaged. Why? Give me an answer, now. Ling isn't the only one who actually wants to know what he's getting into before jumping straight into the fray."

I stretch my arms a bit, we've been standing around for some time now. "if you'd excuse me but standing up for long periods of time ins't really part of my expertise. If you don't mind, I'd like to get my equipment ready."

I walk over to the empty hooks on the wall and set my guitar on the floor. I click open the locking mechanisms and fling the lid open, revealing my two last beauties I have left. My jet black Desert Tactical Arms, Stealth Recon Scout bullpup sniper with a single point rifle sling and my Type 17 Shangxi, a Chinese imitation of the Mauser C96, tucked away in it's black leather holster. I smile and take a wiff of the smell of old gunpowder that came out from the case.

I sigh in contempt as I took off my coat, revealing my plain black t-shirt and laptop bag slung over my right shoulder and head, I take my laptop bag off as well and grab my webbing belt, attach my Type 17's holster midway in the belt and secure the belt around my waist. Attached to the webbing belt are two long straps, each end attached on the front and back of the belt on their respective sides, I bring my arms through the loops and with a quick motion, secure the straps over my shoulders, they cross over each other on the back and are perfectly parrallel at the front, allowing me to attach accessories and the like. Also on my webbing are two square pouches, each on either of my sides, they each hold three magazines for my Type 17 which was currently holstered at my back, it's handle was exposed from the holster, making it easy for me to quickly draw but not easy enough for it to slip out by itself.

I tightened the straps to make sure that it supported the webbing belt to the right height and then grabbed my PTT headset and radio, placing my headset which comprised of two large ear cups and a microphone. I clipped the PTT radio on the left strap of my webbing belt, at about chest height so that it was easy enough for me to reach. Plugging my headset into the radio, it gave out static and I turned on the squelch funtion of the radio, finetuning it into a clear frequency and then turning it off.

I took my laptop bag and slung it over my right shoulder and head and detatched my SRS sniper from it's bandolier sling and slung it over my left shoulder and head, tightening it so that it stayed in place and did not interfere with the position of my radio and it made a cross with my laptop bag's sling. My bandolier sling could hold 5 20-round magazines for my SRS and 5 .338 Lappua Magnum rounds individually. I clipped the end of the sling on to one of my belt loops and put back on my coat. Looking at me from the front, you could only see half of two of the magazines and one of them poking out from under my coat as well as the two pouches on my webbing, besides that, everything was carefully concealed.

I took two last items from my case before closing and locking it back up, my black leg pouch and a military cap that matched my Chinese BDU camo. I opened the strap of the leg pouch, wrapped it around my right thigh and secured it tightly to make sure it wouldn't fall, the puch could hold two magazines for my SRS and three individual rounds on its front. I stand up and put my cap on, keeping the visor quite low as to hide the top half of my face. I pick up my guitar case which is now much more lighter and sling it over my right shoulder.

I turn back over to Winchester and take a deep breath, "To be honest, I could really care less about what you have planned for the helicoptors we aren't meant to sabotage, but if there is anything about this mission that is crucial and you haven't told us, I'd like you to come out with it. If not, we should start heading to the location now or else we'll be catching the morning rays by the time we only infiltrate."

I'm not liking how long this briefing has been,we've barely gotten anything explained, much of the time was small talk with little to none relevence to the mission. Needless to say, even though I hold little rank, somebody's got to speed things up.

((OOC: This is my last post for the night, I might catch you guys early in the morning and manage to sneak in another post, after that don't expect anything from me for a while))

EDIT: ((OOC: long post is long, first post on page 6 and 75th post, bitches!!!))

((=.=;; A whole bunch of things happened while I was aslep....))

Lex had stayed quiet all this while, taking in the information the rest had been saying while he took out his iPhone and looked over the GPS of the police airbase. He studied the area closely and looked for possible infiltration points while contemplating silently.

After a few minutes, Lex said in a strong voice,

"Is it possible to infiltrate through the sewage? I've looked at the map of the area and a normal sneak-in seems unlikely to succeed. Unless you have a passcode and information on the patrol shifts, I won't be able to come up with anything useful. I need more information."

Everyone in the room was surprised at Lex's voice.

Darren glanced around, then follwed the voice to its owner, surprised to hear from Lex, who had been silent for the whole time.

He shrugged and replied, "I've got no idea. Right now it's looking like we're winging the mission blind. Winchester, can you tell us more about the mission?"

((OOC: Probably last post for me tonight as well, I'll catch up again tomorrow.))

(ooc: bear with me I'm now juggling 2 jobs a girlfriend and house repairs, in a few days things should calm down)

Winchester sighed, "if I could get a fucking word in edge wise I'd like to continue. Murphy and I are going to cause a distraction by the west gate, then relocate to the north side. Anyone with sniper experience is ' recommended' to take the adjacent building to us, Murphy is going to be spotting for myself and the other sniper. By ' recommend' I mean someone fucking do it. To answer your question Lex, I'm not sure what they did about it since Murphy and I took the '03 up there but lsat I checked it was clear. Jon only wants 1 bird spared, said something about getting a pilot snuck in and taking it got a little ride to the GE factory where they'll store it for us since they've been granted a ' no search order' apparently Jon's Grandpa has a bit of pull there and they have some damn fine lobbyists" he drew a quick breath. "Lex you rage the assault team and brief them about the specifics, Captain, you're taking charge of the field operation and everyone the mission behind tomorrow night at 22:45 when the guard rotation is completed and the previous shift leaves, we'll need the dark and doing it before they switch means that they'll have more people there or coming soon."

He glanced at Browning, who straightened his jacket and quickly looked away, he knew that taking on Winchester was a bad idea, if for nothing else because he already knew whose side Jon would be on.

Browning looked back at the group, "none of you have heart disease do you? If you do the 'super-soldier' will kill you, if not trust me save it for when you need it, each of those are $1,000."

(check the discussion thread)

Ive been sitting the whole time in the room...

The other members kept on having conversations from 3 hours? 4 hours? i didn't even know.
I noticed one of the members, playing with knife. The memories of me and my father learning to throw knife
ventured in my mind.

It was fall, a time for reconciliation for our family, and our community as well.
Autumn leaves starts to fall as people in the streets evacuate for a long weekend getaway.

My father and I lurked into the park. Because the people are off, only a couple of children are playing by the slide.
We used to train in some old lot which is a lil hidden to everyone, except from our kinky eyes of course.

The training was fun. We had different levels of each category concerning with knife throwing, juggling, catching, assembling and any other stuff. There is this one time when I would throw a 12 inch sharp knife at my father's direction. The instructions are for him, to dodge the knife. I find the best position, took control of my breathing, aim at my very best, and threw the knife.

It was so swift that my eyes can barely see. My father attempted to hoist himself at a right direction, but the thing is so fast that the edge of it partially sliced my father's left arm.

He said I would be better compared to him when I grow up.

Luckily, I am capable of nursing and I gave him first aid. I made a tourniquet and try to stop the bleeding. We went to the hospital, and when the nurses asked what happened, we always say "A dog bit him".

Its so funny we fooled the nurses on their very own specialty...

My introspecting stopped when one of the man threw something like a single auto-injector, he said.

I doubt what's inside it. I grab one, which is from a pile for the members, and concealed it onto my bag.

"I gotta check these later" I whispered.

Then, Winchester started to talk about the mission. He said we are to destroy the police airbase, which is not mainly my thing.

My father used to tell stories of him about wars. When nurses stand aside and takes the injured onto their custody. Probably, that was my thing to, as a Field Medic.

The snipers, gunner, bomber and professional volunteers will lead the mission. I heard of another girl. I think her name is Mira, one of the officers.
I wonder what's her capabilities, her personality, her life.

In the middle of my thinking, the other's started to gear up and fix the equipment.
Good looking snipers, like one of those of my father's, Grenades, Beretta, and pretty much of all different types of guns.

I should probably fix my medicine kit as well...

((OOC: Sorry for the long post. I need to catch up))