Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

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Originally posted by Shaggs
Ben laughed. "If you're gunna shoot me, then shoot me. I don't have time to waste on the likes of you." Quickly removing his weapon from it's holster, he aimed it at Rek. "C'mon boy! Shoot quicky Shoot quick!" He flipped the gun and put it back in it's holster and laughed. "It's all just fun, you know?" Jacob pushed his way inside and saw that Ben was as gunpoint. He pushed himself against the wall and pulled out his assault rifle but did not dare take a shot.
Rek smiled, flicking the rifle to single shot. "Okay, who are you?" He asked, admonished to the task at hand, tired but alert enough to pick up Jacob's footsteps, then Carlos's. "Talk fast 'cos you got a pal or two on the way." He pressed the rifle into the mans neck. Rek was still in the shadows of the hallway so Jacob, or Carlos, wouldn't be able to identify him from looks straight away.

Sam moved to the edge of the doorway, so he could see Rek and Ben, who he didn't know reguardless of the suit. He carefully edged his suited body around to have a good frame of fire on the hallway after he heard Rek say the black-ops guy had 'Pals on the way.'. (by rights, you should be cautious Mando'A)

Ben remained silent and just stared at him threw the visor. "This is state of the art, Russian made battle hazmat armor. Base roughly off of the Dragon Skin body armor. Go ahead, shoot if you want, just a waste of a bullet." Ben stood up and straightened his back to show that he was about six inches taller than Rek. Jacob raised his gun and aimed as best he could. "Ben, just kick his ass and get it over with!" Ben laughed again. "Why? He's an old friend of yours, or have you already forgotten his voice?"

Rek glanced over at where Jacob was, then removed the rifle from Ben's neck, lowering it. "Old friend." He reconised Jacobs voice and turned to face him, but just for what Ben and Jacob stated, as he turned he slammed his shoulder into Ben's chest, nearly breaking his shoulder, slamming Ben into the wall, and bringing the rifles butt up to catch the suits helmet, chin ways, causing Ben's head to slam into the wall. He hoped to give the guy a severe headache. "Ben..." He pressed the release catch on the stunned Ben's helmet and removed the mans helmet. "Oh yeah, nice suit." He smashed the helmet into Bens face. "Ass-hole."

Jacob raised did not lower his weapon and a glare crept across his face. Ben, relatively unphazed by the attack returned to his stance. "I play foorball all my life, get the living hell beat out of me by mutated freaks, and you think a little roughhousing is going to stop me? I'm the toughest $%#@er here." Before replacing his helmet, he rubbed his temples for a moment before finallly setting the helmet back. A smile crept across his face as memories started to flood back. "Too bad Kat had to die, huh Jake?"

Rek was startled and stood back from Ben. "What!?" His look had comletely changed from grim to simply astonished. He raised his rifle. "No!"

"Yup, found her infected, so we had to shoot her. She put up one hell of a fight though." Jacob remained silent, seeing through Ben's plan. "Then we had to shoot Shannon because she thought we just killed her mom. She wouldn't accept that she was infected." Ben let out a sickening laugh as he walked down the hallway towards another doorway, leading to the infirmary.

Selina slowly waked to where all the commotion was coming from.Looking into the dark hallway she press up on the wall with he night vision visors on.As she moved down the hallway she held one of her guns out "Lieutenant Jacob.Is that you"She whispered.

Rek dropped his rifle, letting it clatter to the ground, and collapsed to the floor in a sitting position, with his back against the oppsite wall. Sam let Ben pass, standing up and moving to Rek's side. "He was tellng you a blatent lie, Rek. You know that, and you know Ben better than me"

Rek looked up at Sam, then gathered himself up, picked up the assault rifle and with a heavy heart turned to Jacob. "Semper fi, huh?"

"Always faithful. She may still be out there Rek." Jacob was not technically not lying, but still felt a little bad about it. "Yes Lieutenant Lie, it's me."

Don't understand what Jacob said last...)

((Shamilar_fox's character is Selina Lie XD))

Selina gazed down the hallway.Several men where up ahead.Ben being one of them.Yet some other man that just came off the chopper."So Lietenant. What do we have here?Lieutenant do we even have enough room for these people?"

Ok... thanks. 🙂 )

Rek shook his head, staring at the black vizor of Jacob's suit. "To the core. I'm sure she is out there somewhere..." Rek glanced at Selina, then to Sam, then back to Jacob. "Lieutenant Lie? " He looked with iindefferance between Jacob and Selina's suits.

Sam turned toJacob, nodding to him before heading after Ben to make sure the pilot didn't defoul him.
(by the way... Sam's sirname I have long forgotten, just call him Sam. Loran ''Rek' Mirez is entirely ethical about what you use to name him.)

g'night guys 'n girls 😄 )

Selina looked over at Rek whom was looking at both her and Lieutenant Jacobs armor.She couldn't tell if he knew her or if he was questioning who she was.So Selina held her weapon steady."Hey Ben you alright?"
~sorry I couldn't tell if rek knows/heard of her or was question who she was~

Jacob continued to state at Rek, but then he diverted his attention to Selina. "Let him be, he doesn't take getting pushed around well.. at all." A loud thud could be heard as Ben slammed his fist into the armored wall, denting it heavily.

He was asking for an introduction from Jacob....))

Rek smiled. "Lieutenant Lie? Lieutenant Loran Mirez, U.S. Marines, Hazmat specialist and Jacobs friend, I hope anyway." He reached out his hand in a friendly manner, and slung the rifle onto his shoulder. "Nice to meet you Lieutenant..."

carlos lowered his weapon, "hy rek." he began lookiing through crates of ammo and weapons.

And so it begins...

Logan stayed behind Carlos, and with a incredible urge he lit his cigarette. He had been feening since he was trapped on the roof. His rifle rested in his had, and his two 9mm rested at his hips. He took a slow drag of the cigarette and smiled, exhaling the smoke.