Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

Rek caught the brutes forcefull hit and was slammed into the wall. At this point Rek wished he had his suit on, however damaged, as his body hit the wall, causing the wall to crack.

Sam turned back, skidding to a halt on the waste-land. "Rek!!" He raised his assault rifle fired at an infected that had been coming at him from the side. The bullets tore into the infected's skull, ripping its head to several pieces.

Rek shook his head, trying to clear his daze. He rolled over, pushing himself to his feet. "Okay, you f**king overfed recess monkey! Get a diet programme." Rek dived into the hallway as the brute smashed its fist into the wall, destroying it. He rolled and cam up supporting himself on the wall.

Sam finished off another one, turning to Rek. "Rek, c'mon!!"

Jacob and Ben threw their old equipment into the back of the truck and started to gather supplies from Ben's stockhouse. Ben heaved an ammo-crate onto his shoulder and marched towards the truck, and Jacob, not to be shown up, attempted to do the same. Instead, he fell quickly and had to carry it with both arms. "Show off.." Finally, they tossed the old suits into the back of the truck and Jacob climbed into the front seat. Ben emerged from the back with an RPG, and set it down in the middle seat, hanging out of the back window. Ben finally climbed into the passenger seat and examined his old weapon. "S-System, 5.56mm NATO rounds, clip extension, barrel extention. Yup, this is my old glory days weapon." Jacob laughed. "It's the exact same as mine remember? I built both of them." Jacob hit the gas and tore through the garage door that many infected were trying to tear down. They flew down the road back towards the military base. "We'll see if they're still there."

((Just so I can get them to a safe spot))

Jacob saw no helicopter in the air and sighed. "I guess they're gone.." Ben looked down and loaded his weapon. "All we can do now is get back to the Normandy and make sure that we get the others out alive." Jacob made the truck hang a left, and they flew down the main highway towards the downed normandy.

((assuming caylaslap is already on the chopper.)) carlos grabbed onto rek and sam and dragged them back to the helicopter forcibly. "we cant fight it, we have to go, NOW!" he threw them onto the blackhawk and climbed into the pilots chair. the vehicle lifted off slowly, then quickly straight into jacob and ben's field of view. it spun around and began forward, chasing down the truck. "hey jacob, you two allright down there?"

Logan was still smoking his cigarette. He sat in the back of the helicopter, still fiddling with his sniper rifle. He wanted to make sure that it wouldn't jam, or worse back fire on him. He ashed his cigarette and cracked his knuckles.
"I think its fixed." he whispered. Then looked around. It was like for a moment he forgot where he was. He blinked a few times and kept quiet.

Mando'Ade you dick! I had other plans for Rek, Sam was coming anyway, and besides Rek and Sam were no-where near each other.)

Rek climbed into the co-piots seat, strapping himself in. "And nice to see you too." He said with a slight hint of sarcasm, flipping swiches and making sure everything was running properly.

Sam caught Carlos on the shoulder. "What are you doing chasing them, you got your orders, they are fine, lets go! Uh-" Sam paused at Rek. "Get you arm some medical attention."

"Oh... never felt that, actually, my arm is petty numb." Rek replied, covering the nast gash with his sleeve. The blood from the cut dripped to the ground. "Carlos, what are you doing, lets go!"

"what do you think i'm doin, i'm following them back to the ship!"

Jacob and Ben sped as far as he could towards the ship but were forced to vere off the road when a huge force of infected marched towards the Normandy. The most peculiar part was a large group of brutes surrounding a mounstrous white creature. The Keeper was still alive.

"uh, jacob, is that what i think t is?" carlos was staring directly at the keeper. "cuz' if it is we're gonna have to get out of here quick, but dump most of the ammo and rations to make room for you two and the guys on the ship, unles you're gonna pull them out with a humvee, that would work better. or a humvee, that truck, and this helicopter. you're choice."

"Yeah, that's him and no.. me and Ben are going to pay for what we did. Make sure everyone gets off the Normandy. Get out of here while we buy you all some time." Jacob hit the gas and Ben opened the door, putting his leg on the window slot. Using this as support, he stood with the RPG and took aim directly at the keeper. Before Ben took the shot, Jacob saw helicopters coming from behind the Normandy in the distance. "That Army! They came!" Ben fired the rocket and sank back into the truck.

the helicopter continued on, stopping in midair over the bridge. "kamarov, get everyone, now, we have to get away from here. kamarov, do you hear me?" carlos tapped his helmet comm to make sure it wasn't busted.

Kamarov sighed and turned the comm off as two masked soldiers held him, and the rest of the crew at gun point. "Good, now be sure not to mention any of this to those outside, and don't even think about opening that door." Other soldiers made their way towards computer systems, and others just aimed their weapons at the crew. "You are all now property of the Russian scientific squadrant. When we have developed a cure from all of you, we will release you."

Jacob and Ben had been caught by a Brute and had been thrown into the Normandy's hull. Their suits were crushed in the back of the truck and registered as K.I.A. They found themselves in the Rec. room.

carlos, alarmed by the nonresponse and his team roster reading two men down. he climbed out of his seat. he set the chopper to auto pilot and began for the back. "i'll be back in a few rek." he grabbed hold of an insertion rope and tied it to a hook before sliding down it onto the roof of the normandy. he ppulled up his assault rifle and moved over to a broken viewport. he climbed through and fell out onto the bridge, in the center of the scientists. his eyes grew white and from a hole in the wall emerged one of the infected wolfs. it came to his side and began to growl at the scientists. carlos dimmed his visors so they wouldnt see his face and aimed at the ones holding kamarov. "release him, now!" he held up a c4 charge in his left hand, the detonator steadid against his thumb. "or we all go!"

The soldiers all raised their weapons at Carlos, but held their fire. Gunshots came from the door behind them, and two decided to divert their attention towards the noise. The door flew open and a disgruntled masked been glared at the soldiers. "Let.. them.. go.." One soldier fired on him and Ben didn't even twitch. The bullets just feel to the ground off of his armor. "Not strong enough." he said, shaking his head. A sickening smile slid across his face as he rushed forward and crushed the soldiers head between his hand and the wall. "Finish 'em Carlos." Jacob rushed in and fired his S-System at two of the soldiers.

Rek disabled the choppers auto-pilot as the board lit up with a missile lock and he threw the CH-46 into a turn, to bring them about. "Selina, and the guy with the sniper rifle, man those mounted guns. Don't fire until I say!"

Sam spotted flashes of gunfire from inside the Normandy's bridge, and brought it to Rek's attention. "Lieutenant Mirez, look!"

Rek looked, then got the altitude leaver and brought the copter down while activating the radio. "Carlos, you have three minutes before we have to leave..." he changed frequencies "...USMC chopper, uh? Alpha Tango three niner niner eight five, to approaching Russian Federation air-forces. We request to know your intentions?" He cut the mic off. "Sam, get that RPG you brought from that bunker."

Sam nodded. "Rek what are you doing?"

"Buying time... and maybe lunch." He laughed, looking at the approaching masses of infected, then to the approaching Russian air vehicles. "Fancy grilled infected, or fried Russian?"

"No sh*t."

Rek reguarded Sam with a comicle look on his face as he keyed the com. "Alpha Tango three nine nine eight five-"

The com fizzled with a little static.

All frequencies lit up with a broadcast. "This is Commander Markus Law of the United States Marine Corps. Anybody out there need help?" <Sounds of excited Marines could be heard from the radio.> Jacob and Ben turned to force the door shut again behind them.

((its a black hawk, not a ch-46, only one mounted gun.))

carlos rifle sputtered out a few suppressed rounds, shooting down the two holding kamarov. the wolv tackled the last soldier and bit deep into his throat, severing the large artery in the soldiers throat. a gutteral scream of pain was heard followed by gurgles and silence as he drowned in his own blood. "clear! "

Whatever...

"Commander Law, this is Lieutenant Loran Mirez of the USMC, Hazmat. Your assistance would be appreciated, sir." Loran keyed off the com, bringing the Black Hawk closer to the Normandy's hull. "Sam?"

Sam turned from what he was doing with the RPG and smiled. "Found one. Plan?"

Rek glanced at the rest of the people in the chopper. "We wait."

San rolled his eyes. "Great!"

***

Fank held the Russian soldiers at gunpoint with two other marines. The Russians had been relieved of their weapons and now stood with their hands on their heads. "What was all that bullsh*t about getting a cure from us?"

A Captain Bulrass looked at Fank, keeping his mouth closed. 'Stupid Americans'.

"Stay quiet, you'll be zombie chow soon anyhow." He activated his com. "Kamarov? We got five intruders in Russian uniforms trying to get in through the cargo bays, you know anything about it. They won't talk to me."

Logan looked at Selina and smirked. "Ladies first." he said pointing to the mounted gun. He snapped his scope on the sniper rifle, and aimed it out of the helicopter, there was alot of movement, to actually aim but it was worth a shot. He cocked the gun, the bullet loaded and he waited for Rek to give command.

Kamarov remained quiet until he was far away from anyone else on the ship, now in the armory. "Yeah, I know a lot about my team, well, not the new guys."