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Vasquez knew he'd be pulling an all-nighter. Sitting absently at the Landing Pad, he waited for the white collars who were supposed to come to see the new weapon the men had cooked up...

"LP is secure." A guard crackled over the main comm.

"Get to the Rail!" Vasquez cut in for any who were assigned it.

Seeya, bro.

((The TacOps is outside cowering in the bush.))

The TacOps heard the commotion inside, and flicked off the safety on his rifle.

He slowly stepped to the open door, peering in at the scene.

Ninjas?

He might just wait to see who won...

I'd just like to apologize for my posting style lately. With school starting back up, I am now knee-deep in work, and they will often lack the militaristic flair of my normal posts. Just trying to get my intereactions out there, please don't judge ><.

They summon one up in CoV, I think. But then you beat them down like the dogs they are.

They wear orange and red a lot, wrestle with grammas for purses, etc.

I smell Hellion.

((Lost here too.))

((Bloody school! *Shakes fist*))

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Malta Group

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Zombies/Poison. TacEngineer with access to biomodification technology, allows him to convert corpses into meat shields.

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Trolls

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Thugs/Dark Miasma. Ex-Bone Daddy, joined Trolls, currently training up new 'dyners on the streets.

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Hellions

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Fire/Fire. Damned.

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Skulls

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Dark/Dark. Bone Daddy.

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Crey

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Anything. Paragon Protector program intro's a new hero type.

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Outcasts

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Stone/Stone. Brick.

That's all for now.

2.0 Would also run into a very startled TacOps.

"AHH!" The paramilitary commando exclaimed at the sighting of the hero, dashing back into the bushes.

"Buddy..." Curtis growled, "Tell me 'bout this here murdered man."

"Why'r you here?!" The Gunslinger exclaimed, "Whaddaya do here?"

"Ya failed to answer my question." Curtis said with a snarl. "How long ya been workin' here?"

The TacOps nearest Archlich hid in some bushes, watching.

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"Hey!" The TacOps in the library exclaimed, "Stop there!"

Curtis was soon on their heels, setting up to teleport Essex to the area.

"Psh...dammit." The TacOps muttered, and he started off for the darker building.

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The library TacOps finished up and moved on.

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Curtis eyed Linn steadily. "How long ya been workin' here?"

The two members of the Chief's guard hosltered their pistols, grumbling. The one who hadn't come up with the idea thwapped the other on the head sharply.

"We betta get movin'." The guard, a Pacific Islands native, urged his fellows, swinging his P-90 off of his shoulder.

The TacOps took notes on many entries and moved on.

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The other TacOps, who had pried himself free, made his way off to another building.

The TacOps in the library looked around anxiously, checking for fingerprints or anything of that sort.

(('Cause I'm good like that.))

Marcus took advantage of the situation as fast as he could.

Loading up HE pellets, he swung the shotgun around, flicking a switch and setting it to Auto.

He had a full clip of 6 shots.

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM...

I dunno...Reikoff and the other Malta always have a shaithload of weapons on them, but you can really strap up with about 10 weapons.

2 knee holsters, one knife in each boot, two waist holders, an underarm holster for each arm, and two (admittedly, they'd have to be light) rifles around your back.

((Oh, these aren't Mercs...These are Malta.))

((That's the problem with playing minion-level characters.))

((So few attacks...))

Marcus eyed the Phantasm carefully and loaded up some more dispersion shot, letting it fly.

"Awright..." Vasquez sighed, bowing his head and pushing out the door, taking off down the hall once again.

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The Landing Pad was already guarded - Four men in identical grey body armor, two carrying M16's, and two carrying MP5 SMGs. These were Angel Mercenaries, and as they eyed a passing helicoptor, they were struck with a startling realization.

Corporate jobs were boring.

((Curtis is the only 'slinger. The other is another TacOps.))

The TacOps roared as it wrapped his feet and he went crashing down, his helmet causing his head to bounce a bit upon impact.

"Lemme go!"

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"Huh..." The other TacOps noted.

"Hello?"

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Curtis checked his radio.

"[censored] TacOps already tryin' to get themselves killed. You ready, Ess'x?"

"Ah, jeeze, naw, how could he get mad for a spill?" He quizzically pondered, drawing out a large needle. "If ya don't mind a sting, I got some standard issue stims to clear ya up."

Uh...Should I ask her somewhere? Nah, thas' like, soap opera crap.