Hazmat Team Alpha RP

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*Into the Abys*

"Charlie team, you will be going into the labs to figure out what happened and neutralize the leak." The small squad of Hazmat recruits and senior officers were all but ready to turn back. They had been suited up for hours and were moments away from their descent. "So, Chew.. what are we doing down there?" The LT of Charlie team was very optimistic. "We are gunna see if we can save some soldiers." The remaining six squad mates all saluted each other as the elevator started to go down. "Hell yeah, once I get out of here I am settling down with a hot meal, cold beer, and a soft woman!" He was hit from behind by the only female member and they both laughed. Now the elevator had gone down to the bottom of the shaft and they walked out into an empty room. "Where is everyone?" The LT stepped out and viewed the area and noticed to sick looking security guards. They both saw them and started to run off where they both eventually fell over and quit moving. "What the..." A freight elevator had blood sloched all over the platform and a bloody handprint was firmly stamped over the up button. The whole squad moved to the elevator and started to go down. Once at the bottom what seemed to be a person latched onto one of the privates and tore his mask off and taking a chuck out of his neck. "Get it off, get it off!!" Two shots rang out and the creature fell over dead. "He's dead.." The captain said, nealed over the troops body. "Keep moving to the objective!" "We can't just leav-" "Stow it and keep moving!!" All of the squad moved into a large room labled "Generator room" They all set up a peremeter and started to fire at unknown targets. The Team leader had moved back into a small room where the generator actually was and had a high grade det pack ready. Intense gun fire could be heard and then a quant silence that sent a chill down his spine. The bomb beeped and was armed. A loud beating came from the direction of the door and the LT put the gun onto his face plate and pulled the trigger.

((This is just a starter for how things got to be the way they are.))

LT. Jacob was just standing at the elevator with his helmet laying beside him. Millions of thoughts of old missions and contagions that he had come into contact with, flew threw his head. He thought that this mission would be just like all of the rest, go in, clean up, get out. Just as he broke from his train of thought, one of his oldest friends on Delta team sauntered up behind him.

'Sparks' "Hey, Book, we have some newbies coming in with us on this mission."

Jacob. "Heh.. this should be a fun mission filled with whining like, 'this isn't like the brosure stated.' or, 'This is boring, when do we go home and eat?'"

'Sparks' "Hah.. it's not that bad, plus some of the new girls are hott."

Jacob. "Is that ALL you ever think about?"

'Sparks' "Basically."

They both began to laugh, but quieted down as they heard more members of Delta approuching.

((Mark which team you are in and remember that only Delta team goes down right now. Alpha comes in to save us.))

Rand yawned. " so what in the hell are guys talking about" Rand got almost no scleep the night before. He didnt mind though he liked the excitment of tryin to stay awake. He looked at them " hmmm yes a very shiney elevator now isnt it Lt. ?" Rand smiled " well here we go cleaning up the messes of idiots eh ?" He looked at his pistol " well whos ganna complain we loaded, DELTA TEAM BOYS HOOO RAA !!!" He smiled then yawned agian

(Don't forget to mark your team)
Sparks looked over at the new comer. "Well if it isn't one of the newbies already." Jacob just chuckled and replied to them both. "He was on our last mission, he's a demolitions expert I believe." The elvator shook a little bit and Jacob nearly removed his sidearm. Something was wrong with this mission but Lt Book just couldn't seem to plant his finger on the cause.

" thanks for noticing me and yes i can blow up anything thta needs to be destroyed and especially an elevator." He took out his clip " o jeez mising one bullet" He slipped the last bullet in there. and shoved the clip in. Then he put it away. " pistols always the handyest " He smiled.

(Ok let's not get too deep into chit-chat, only like two more posts then we need to lay off for a while.)

Jacob took a seat at a small table next to a few vending machines and proceeded to inspect his bio-armor. "Nothing like these marvels of military tech. Bullet proof, contagion proof, hell they're evem idiot proof." He laughed and then went back to check the various gas levels in the suit and re-reading the mission data that Charlie team left at the elevator room before contact was lost. "All they said was that one of their men was compromised and that their sigals were not going to senf much more information."

Rand walked around " well isnt that helpful information." He thought about it. Why would this happen. Seems fishy and Rand didnt like it but he figured it wouldnt be much of a problem.

"When the hell do we get the big guns?"

The huge soldier walked in nodding is disapproval at his pistol. He wanted the biggest gun and most intimadating gun he could find and he figured it would match him. He immediatly went to attention to both the soldiers, something he does automaticallly since the army.

"Sorry sir! didn't see you there sir! just looking for my squad"

Rand turned around and looked at him. He never really noticed this person before. He nodded " why would you need big guns for a simple clean up anyway ? side arms are better for the job i think" He said confidently. Not trying to piss him off but The Armory is only open when given permission. He sat in a chair and relaxed " waiting for the rest of Delta team. We are Delta"

Al fired three rounds into the paper target. One shot in the chest, one in the throat, and one into the head.
"Nice shot," Another soldier said next to him. Al hung his head, and sighed. He lifted his 9mm up to the soldier's face.
"Hey, can you tell me if my barrel is clean?" Al chuckled.

"Looks clear from here Al," It was Preston, his best friend from high school." You think we will have to go in after Delta Squad?"
"Nah, Delta can handle themselves. And besides, they got Marlon Summers. That guy is huge," Al replied, loading another clip into his gun." But I've got my hazmat suit ready, just in case."

Jacob looked up at the intimidatingly large soldier and chuckled. "If you're a Delta then welcome abourd and if you're a Alpha.. then get a team transfer." He said with a quick laugh before making the final adjustments on his suit and laying the helmet back onto the table, along with his pistol. "Really for a clean and sweep we don't even need pistols.. it's just to make sure no infected make it out without a DeCon."

(I'm operating under the assumption that we don't know each other formally, so...)

As per requested of the Delta squad, they were to meet by the elevator equipped fully in their appropriate Hazmat suits. "This outfit may be 'advanced', but it certainly is not form-fitting", Rachel thought to herself as she was on the advent of meeting the rest of her unit.

The area certainly seemed bland to her: a few machines, tables, and the like, and of course, the elevator, which would apparently be their primary means of transportation to where their quarantine mission would take place. It seemed rather straightforward and relatively simple from what she knew thus far.

Rachel's footsteps made light sounds in the immediate section as she arrived at the meeting point. A portion of the team had already been there. A darker skinned man, who seemed to be fairly muscular. Another with caliginous hair and facial hair. In addition to two others, one being the evident commander of the group, given one of the group stood at attention upon seeing him. All of the individuals seemed to be a few years younger than Rachel herself.

Paying no attention to the details of age, however, and with her helmet being held under her arm, she gave a prompt salute, stating "Corporal Rachel Wu, sir" in an attempt to inform him who she was exactly. After easing her position, Rachel stood there awaiting any further interaction.

"Ah, good to see you Corporal. I was wondering when my second in command was going to arrive." Jacob stood and quickly returned the salute. "I'm sure you've already gone over the plan and how to execute it (Plan never makes it to step two)." After studying her features for a moment he was satisfied with her muscular build and height. He thought to himself. "Not many specialists are that small but hey, I'm in a hazmat.. none of us are normal."

OOC: so what should i do if im on he alpha team???

((Keep ALL OOC in the discussion please.))

((Just talk to people. Even the Deltas if you want.))

Gotham Gage, brigadier general of Alpha, stood outside of the elevator. Delta had gone down not too long ago, but he wasn't eager to go down himself. He had seen enough blood for a while, though more of it would be inevitable. He knew it.

There weren't many others with him other than a few soldiers. The rest had yet to introduce themselves, but it wasn't their fault that he was monotonous, reclusive, cold, and in some ways, a machine.

He was adjusting nerve connections on his cybernetic limb. It was painful, the slightest touch burning when it was attached to the wires of his hand. He ignored the pain. After finishing the reattachment of the last nerve, Gotham pulled over the silver plate, lined with black, over the back of his hand. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his notched glove and stretched it over his hand, strapping it closed.

"Lt. Jacob " Rand said. He looked around. " When is our leave sapose to be ? i dont remember the time sir" He said. He looked at the time. He was getting bored now. He started to fittle with his pistol some more. He looked at all the new faces. So the clean mission is ganna be a bore just awsome. He thought to himself

"With all do respect sir"

He replied to the two still at attention.

"I rather make sure not a single molecule is left of the dead... infectious bodies, sir!"

He set himself at ease and looked at the weapon in disbeleif once again. studying seeing if there was atleast a little something extra and then let out a sigh.

"Atleast it gets the job done. Sorry ma'm!"

He re-assumed attention at the sight of another higher ranking and then looked at his suit balled up completly in his left hand for the moment and unrolled it showing a pretty small suit.

"Just a question... does this stretch?"

He looked at him. He shook his head. Why is he so worried . Rand thought to himself. Pistols are good enough especially mine with its .45 Cal attachment. He smiled. No one would expect this from a Beretta. He took out a silencer " heh my favorite" He put it on and tucked his pistol away. He wasnt worried. HE sure it wont be to hard. Training was hard for him and so he is well prepared and trained.

"To answer your question, we are planning to leave as soon as the last two members of Delta team makes there way to this location, and as for yours, well the suit stretches to some point. Then all you have to worry about is putting on the armor (You did see the pic right? They are made of metal)." By this time, Jacob had grown accustomed to the cramped conditions of his suit and could manuver in it with ease. "Once we are down below, we will split up. Corporal Wu, will be the seond in command. Anyone that I say is in her unit will follow her orders until I say other wise."