Hazmat Team Alpha RP

carlos pulled out the radio. he took off his helmet and put it up to his head. "alpha base, this is carlos sanchez of delta squad. our helicopters are down and we need immediate airlift outta here."

"roger that. sending in 3 ch-46's. hold position."

"roger that standing by." carlos returned the radio to the helmet and tossed it back to kat. he turned to the other marines. "okay listen up! air lift is comin in. get whatever works or can be salvaged and form up."
he turned back to kat and rek. "we're gettin outa here." he put his helmet back on and gathered his equipment.

((this is a ch-46 if your wonderin))

Rek collapsed.

***

Three weeks later.

The hospital wing had been coordined off from the public, of course that didn't stop the press getting in. The wing was for survivors of the Delts conatgion. (Nite)

"Decontamination in progress."

Rek and the others had recieved minimun amouts of radiantion due to the suits.

are they all in the same room?))

We are, yes. Only because we were so close to the blast.)

(Actually darkxbox's post I felt.. ended this RP.)

Rek sat on the edge of the bed in the near empty ward. There were no doctors, nurses, or patients for that matter. He looked over.There were seven beds in total, three were filled with long term patients. The other four were ready to leave.

"Lieutenant Mirez! Hey!"

Rek turned and greeted Frank and Sam. "Guys? How'd you get clearence to be down here?"

Frank pulled up a chair and waved to Kat. "Nice to meet you." He grinned. "We're clean and shielded against minimum radiation. Some of the higher ups owed me a favor. Like they could stop me anyway, right Sam?"

Sam grinned. "He bulldozed his way here."

Rek smiled. "How did you two make out?"

"Rescued three scientists and a group of marines." Frank pondered. "you?"

"Me, myself and I." He chuckled. "Just made it out."

"So I heard. You must be Katrina Sands. Private. Right?" He looked her over then nudged Sams side. He tried not to respond.

Kat smiled and nodded, trying not toblush. "Yes I am. It's nice to meet you, both of you in fact. Umm.. You're Rek's team mates?" She moved from her own bed to Rek's to sit beside her friend. She pretended not to knotice the jab.

david woke up. he turned and saw the others. "mornin." he sat up, then grabbed his stomach as if he were in pain. he groaned and turned to the others. "any breakfast?"

Frank looked apologetic. "Not really. But give me a few minutes and I'll sought something out." He smiled. "I'm Frank. Lieutenant of Echo. And this here is Private Sam, also of Echo. We were members of Reks original unit before he moved to Alpha." Frank shifted his view from Kat to Rek. "Traitor."

Lieutenant Mirez feined pain. "C'mon guys that hurt. I was shipped in for my particular command skill." Rek turned and nodded in Carlos's direction. "This is Carlos."

Frank nodded. Wholly more interested in the female member of the distinct Hazmat units in the ward. "You have her number?" He asked quietly.

"You still need balls? She has a husband somewhere. Well according to her file anyway." Rek turned his attention to Katerina. "Right. And a kid if I remember correctly?"

carlos walked to the others and sat down, clutching his stomach "carlos sanchez, the new mexican mexican," he extended his free hand, "glad to meet you."

She raised a brow and grinned. "You've been in my files? Naughty Rek. Actually I have two. One daughter and one on the way." She smiled and blushed a bit. "They sent me out at a pretty bad time but I wanted to serve so I came anyways. And Carlos go ask the nurses for food or something you're not highly radiated so you can go.""

carlos grumbled and went off still clutching his tomach. when he came back he had three trays of food. he gave a tray to kat, then to rek. he dug into the sausage, bacon, eggs, and pancakes with maple syrup. he then chugged down a glass of OJ.

((whats on your trays can be anything you want))

night love ya all xoxo )

((night guys))

((Imagine that... eating breakfast at night. G'night. Love to you DB.))

Bacon, eggs, pancakes, beans, sausages and chips. "What no tomato-sauce(ketchup)?" Rek stuck into the bacon, feeling hungrier than he had ever felt in days, well, three weeks. "Your whelcomph to joim us y'khowh." Rek said to the Echo members while cewing the salty fried meat. "Ghod ish ghud." He swallowed.

Frank stood. "Nah! I'll let you heroes eat in peace." He smiled. "C'mon Sam." They both left.

"Idhots Rhithe?" Rek said.

Kat laughed and carefully spread butter on her toast. "I'm not saying anything that might give them any ideas."

Jacob stood outside of the room that they were all in, conversing with one of the staff. "I just need you to give them this." Jacob clutched an envelope that had three seperate letters inside. Each letter was addressed to one of the hazmats. He handed the letter over to the attendant who quickly went in to hand it to them.

Rek looked up and placed the plate piled high with food to the side. "Huh?"

"I'm sorry sirs, n' mam, but I was asked to give you this." The attendant handed the envelope to the senior ranking officer. Rek took it and nodded. The staff member backed out before any questions could be asked.

Rek paw'd the envelope then opened the thing. There were three letters inside. REK. KATERINA. CARLOS.

Rek handed the named letter to each Hazmat in turn of their own names. "What the..." He forked a fried tomato.

Jacob knew that these letters would mean alot because of the fact that all of the fallen comarades dogtags, of each team, were taped to the back of them.

(Planning on writing these letters, or can't we read?)

((yeah, what he said.)) carlos looked at the back of his letter. on it was one dog tag.

vid Fenta 22
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lood Typ
orn Janu

the rest was scorched. a solitary teer came from carlos eye. he turned it over and started reading.

((jacob))