Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

Kat let out a whimper as she pulled off her busted helmet. "I say we should bash their faces in with the butts of out guns and let them drown in their own blood." She looked over at Rek and smiled faintly. "You ok? Nothing broken yet?"

Shannon sighed and watch Jacob throw the men out of the door. "Wow... I'll remember to never mess with you or your wife.. Who I havent met yet." She smiled and waved to Savannah. "Nice to meet ya. Wish we could have made this introduction in a better place but... Yeah.."

Savannah stretched looking at Shannon. "I'm Savannah Book. Nice to you meet you too." Jacob sat back in one of the crew chairs and slid the side door shut.

Rek shook his head. "Nothing new... plenty of old unhealed wounds... you?" He handed her the remaing assault rifle. "(glad your back 'n all) Tie them up, they'll be usefull. Do what you want to them but these two were following orders..."

Kevin looked at Katerina. "My orders... or so they thought."

(g'night xx)

She shrugged and gave the rifle a look over. "Besides the fact that I have a laceration above my right eyebrow, I'm pretty good. Once these guys are tied up, We can sit everyone down and do some fixing up before we land."

good to be back missed you guys))

And I you... bye... x)

Rek smiled. "We'll get that seen to as soon as we tie 'em up, and smashe their faces in for doing the jobs we do..."

She smiled faintly and shook her head. "You're not really going to do that to them are you?" She moved to help tie up the men.

carlos yawned and sat down in a chair, soon turning over to lay down across several. "if you dont mind i'm gonna take a nap." he pulled off his helmet and fell asleep the moment his eyes closed.

((and heli's don't have autopilot, only comercial airliners do.))

Its kinda the future by the way... whatever it is, it keeps the chopper level, not that it changes direction or anything...))

it's that in order to have autopilot it would need a large computer full of different things in order for it to work. so autopilot can only be fit onto comercial airliners. but whatever. where is everybody?))

Jacob moved up front to where the pilots were and looked around for a moment. They were heading NorthEast, directly towards Great Britain.

Rek slumped back into the pilots chair, moving the actual pilot out of the way. "Better see if the other choppers are experiancing difficulties? Whats that call sign?" He asked the co-pilot.

Wide eyed, but powerless to do anything, the man gulped. "W- whisky, niner three five."

Rek smiled then nodded to the comm, and headphone. "Go on then." The man started at that, looking at Rek with something between betrayal and treason.

"N- no." He stammered. "My f- family..."

"...will be fine, trust me."

With a sense of contempt for him, the co-pilot reached forward, keying the comm. "Whisky niner three five. Requesting..." he glanced at Rek then after getting a reassuring smile turned back "...situational update."

"You can't do that, stop- ouff!" Kevin punched the pilot in his gut.

"Quiet..."

Kat sighed and went to stand beside Rek. "Do you really trust him with the radio? He might say something and give us away."

A message blared out of the comm. "This is Ranger Unit Romero. We are being over run by Delta Victims. They are everywhere and the mission has been scrapped. Please send rescue. Over and Out."

An unknown chopper quickly approuched Jacob's from the south, and hovered up beside it. The door slid open and Jacob saw Ben standing there, bruised and beaten. Blood came from many wounds, and he motioned that his radio was broken. With one great jump, Jacob landed on the other chopper and faced Ben. "The godmind is heavily wounded.. but he infected a large frigate headed for London.. that's our next stop."

-Hours later- All the choppers hovered above the seemingly deserted frigate heading for London.

carlos had awoken and was scanning the frigate from the side door of the helicopter. "hmm... if we drop on that lookout tower their we'll have a direct route to the bridge of the ship. we could plant charges their to stop it going in the right direction. or we could drop on the deck and make our way to the engine room." he turned to rek. "what do you think?"

"Keep it low profile. We're outnumbered heavily down there, so make sure you set down where it's quiet." Everyone but Ben had piled out of the chopper and was already on the main deck, infront of the Bridge. Rain swept over the area and made visibility very low. Just as Ben grabbed the rope, a wire snapped from a crate on the ship and smashed into the chopper's rotors. The chopper was pulled down down and smashed into the water, slowly beginning to sink.

the second chopper lowered above the lookout tower, letting off the others. carlos jumped down and cocked his rifle, aiming down the metal staircase. "clear..."

Rek landed on the rain and wind swept deck beside Carlos. He looked up and down the gangtry and then pulled out his explosives pack. "Here..." he handed Carlos two small C4s with a remote detonater "...be carefull with these babies, they pack one hell of a wollop." He hoisted his assualt rifle and checked his suits functions. "Thanks Sam, everything works great."

Sam slid down to the deck. "No problem bro!" He slung a rope over his shoulder. "Search and destroy, or rescue?"

"We'll find out... Jacob, its Rek, do you read me?" The Hazmat asked into is com.

I think we should turn Hazmat into an audio drama.... it would be cool...