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(Setting) Abandoned slaughterhouse
| (Ouch)
> The man at the building does so, continuously looking over the smaller, much smaller building he bought awhile back.
"Feels just like our Garrison back home, innit John?"
> The man speaks to another in the truck they came in.
| "Oh, piss off Tommy."
> The secondary climbs out of the truck, heading over to the now named Shelby.
"How much longer, Tommy?"
| "Only been about five minutes, John. Twenty minutes was the deal."
>Thomas yawns and leans against the truck, having himself a smoke.
| >AnoMeat comes round the corner of Rose street, looking different. He now has his parka open, which shows his bulletproof vest. You can see a different gun hanging out of their holsters, a Mark V. In his hands, a prototype HK417.
"Ah, Shelby. Who's the friend?"
| > John looks to him with a bit of confusion before looking to Thomas.
"Who the fuck? Is this the guy we're going in with?"
> At that, Thomas nods and walks to AnoMeat.
"Ah, yes. Let me introduce you two.. AnoMeat, t'is my brother. John Shelby. John, The one that nearly started a bar fight with a few prickles."
| > John simply scoffs a bit before noticing.
"Ey, wait a second.. You've been in a war haven't ya'? Which one?"
| >AnoMeat stiffens up a little remembering.
"It's the Gulf Rebelion, I was in a PMC protecting corporate interests, then the Bahrain incident made me switch sides."
| > John nods and sighs.
"Gotcha, I apologize then, Tommy told me your reaction at that pub.. Suppose we're innit with ya' though."
"John-boy, shut up."
"What? Listen, We've got your back, ay? We were in the Small heath rifles infantry in the British-French war. They still used tunnelers, and guess who'se digging graves everyday?"
| > Thomas immediately nails him on the back of his head with a flat hand.
"What John's trying to say is.. We've all been in a war, we're practical family, nonetheless. It's the way of a soldier, innit?"
| "Yeah, Brothers of war..."
>AnoMeat remebers and asks,
"you got vests?"
| > John laughs a bit and heads back to the front of the truck. Thomas sighs and nods.
"Mhm. We're armed and ready."
> And with a quick open of Thomas's coat, flashes his meaning. Two chest level holstered guns, two at the waist, a vest.. Hidden under his suit vest, and a.. Grenade lining? No, a small tool belt with covered items.
| > John returns from the front with three rifles, all silenced and rather small for easier carry.
"Oi, VSS.. Never heard that name before, but it's a fucking hunter for it's size. Centuries old, let me tell ya'."
> He offers one to AnoMeat.
| "Ah, The VSS. Classic."
>AnoMeat gestures to his Rifle
"Don't worry about me, This puppy is just as silent. .308 to stop a man, emp bursts to stop augs and lilims."
| > John nods with a whistle, putting the rifle in the back of the truck. Thomas takes his as John approves.
"Damn, Tommy, I like it.. I need me one of those, get me n' for my birthday, ay?"
"Just shut up, John."
> John proceeds to laugh and look at the time.
"Bout fifteen minutes, ey?"
| "So what's the entry plan? Breach or sneak?"
>AnoMeat says as he pulls up an internal layout of the slaughter house.
| "We's planning sneak. John's got a distraction set up for us.."
> He quickly taps the truck.
"So we can make it in n' out, with it's size, in about... I'd say ten minutes marks deadline, ey?"
> John nods.
"Yeah, I'll set a timer, or somethin'."
| >AnoMeat takes a quick peak inside the truck.
| > It's mostly dark with covers atop, but inside are plenty of explosives, speakers? And oil barrels. Another person sits in the driver seat, having kept silent the entirety of the time.
| "Who's the guy in front?"
| > John looks up to him and chuckles.
"A Man sent on death row. He wanted a way out in the first place, but he didn't want to leave without a bang, so I just picked him up along the way.."
> Thomas sighs and continues to smoke while John goes on.
"I've got the distraction all nice and tidy, so don't worry about it. Ten minutes, the police won't even be close to the scene by the time we're out."
| >AnoMeat types away and squints at his screen and turns to Shelby.
"Shelby, heads up, there's a new thread on the board. If it's related, we could be running in to cultists."
| > Thomas looks to his phone and scrolls through a bit, sighing.
"Yeah, I see it.. These fucks, anyways.."
| "Let's Roll?"
| > Thomas checks his pocket watch.
"Eh.. two minutes past, we still need CN.."
> John groans and looks at him.
"Another fucking one?"
| > Thomas shakes his head and slings his rifle, putting on gloves.
"No, let's get it going. He'll watch over us when he knows we went in."
| > As soon as Thomas starts walking, John hits the truck a couple of times, and the driver tears off, heading for the opposite side of the factory down the couple of blocks.
| >AnoMeat loads his rifle and chambers it.
"CN's picking up someone. I'll explain later. Who is going to be pointman?"
| "I've got'cha two covered. Thomas, I trust you behind lead.."
> John taps his shoulder and begins loading his rifle. Thomas chuckles, without a smile and nods.
"Yeah.. AnoMeat, you're in front."
| "Alright then, Entering the side door to the complex.
>AnoMeat lets his rifle hang, as he pulls out his lockpicks and goes to town on the lock.
"be ready for contact the moment I get this door open."
| > John and Thomas set up, watching and waiting as sounds of pops and cracks, tyre squealing and.. Rock music? Light up the other side of the factory. Not long after are a few gunshots.
| >AnoMeat gets the lock open, and gestures the two to move in, readying his own rifle
"Weapons Free, Time to hunt some cultists."
| > Thomas and John make their way in steadily, professionalism set in as they scout the first area of their entrance.
| > Inside is dimly lit, the same will go on throughout the entirety of the building. Not much returns for themx as most men have been moved out to deal with the situation around the building. The first place they enter is the room where they hang the meats.
| (I'm the poster btw, e.e)
| "Jesus, the god damn stench in here..."
| "Ah, somethin' to get used to."
> John makes his way forwards through to the next door, setting up and letting Thomas open into the next room.
| >AnoMeat proceeds to squint harder, regretting to bringing his night vision.
| "How Many Rooms are there in this damn place?"
| > The next door opens easily, and again.. No guards. Between them is a rather long hallway, but close by on the rightside wall is a map with all the location usages.
| "We're about to find out.. Here."
> Thomas looks to the map, pointing at a cell like area.
"This is a holding point, it's where they process n' cut the meat.."
| "And that's probably where they could be holding her, anyone got drones on them? we could find out that way."
| "I've got nothing of the sort."
> John sighs. Thomas however reaches into his jacket and searches, pulling out a small ground vehicle, almost like an RC car, but it's a drone.. Of some sort.
"Gap'd doors, it'll fit under, we can see exactly what's going on without getting near."
| > Placing it on the ground, Thomas gets it activated with a touch pad all whilst John searches the map.
"Hey.. Ey! The rooms only three doors due left. We'd just walk there, look!"
> He points with a path running from where they are to the room.
| "Alrirght, Ill get to work on the lock, John watch the 6 and Thomas is on intel."
>AnoMeat moves to the door to Processing.
| > Judging by John, he's right. A sudden scream comes from the room down the hall.
| (Oof, twas late but I won't scratch)
| > Thomas winces at the sound before rolling the car to the door. It easily slips under to get a view of what's inside, and what's happening.
| "So, What does it look like?"
| > Inside the room, the girl can be seen clearly, but within the time she's been gone.. She's been augmented. A visible exoskeleton over her clothes and joined to her by the back of her head. Another man stands visibly trying to aid her as she shouts and cries.
"Make it stop! It hurts, oh god.. Why won't they stop?!"
She pleads.
| "Fucking nasty, get this door open will ya'?"
> Thomas drops his rifle and touch pad, suddenly clinging to a meat hook he's grabbed in the first room without notice. The two turned edges on the side making a deadly weapon.
| "Fuck This. Double time, Thomas take this flashbang, and John open the door. Ill be first in."
>AnoMeat finishes picking the lock, and prepares for the insanity.
| > As he drops the lad, in visible sight is a heavily damaged Lilim, joining the room from another door, attacking the man and Elliott.
| "Ready?"
| (Pad*)
| > Thomas takes the nade and readies with pin off, nodding along with John.
| "Ready."
| "GO, GO, GO!"
| > With it, John kicks open the door, Thomas throwing the flash and letting it off as soon as it enters, both entering right after AnoMeat.
| Elliott, the Lilim and the man are a seperated and blinded by the sudden entry, everything about to go haywire.
| >AnoMeat Stuns both of them with the bullets, and begins to sweep the rest of the room.
| "Thomas, John, Cuff em both. We don't know how they will react to us."
| > The lilim seems aggravated more than the man as the room now appears empty with nothin else. Elliott curls up against a corner, crying half to death of the situation.. And being blinded.
| > John and Thomas begin to do so, Thomas with the man and John with the Lilim.
| > However, as soon as John gets close, something snaps. The lilims right arm, concealing a blade, somewhat thrusts in midst of it's paralysis and guts John right through the stomach.
| "NO, JOHN!"
>AnoMeat puts half a mag in to the lilim, hoping to disable the lilim.
| "JOHN!"
> Thomas returns, throwing the man down after cuffing and kneeling next to the fallen.
"Hey, hey you're going to be alright, hey look at me, John? John!"
| > The lilim goes down quickly, sparks fly and pop as it lays out, fallinh numb.
| (Falling*)
| > John lays without word, still coughing up plenty as he groans. Thomas looks back to AnoMeat before beginning to pick him up.
"Alright, grab Elliott and let's haul ass, we're only halfway through here."
| >AnoMeat reloads, approaches the lilim, and dumps his whole mag in the lilim.
"I got a morphine injector, Catch!"
| >AnoMeat then lets his rifle hang off its strap, gets Elliott over his Sholder, with his pistol out.
| > Thomas nods and catches easily, moving cloth on John out of the way and injecting the needle. As soon as it empties he throws it away and picks john up with caution, drawing his own pistol as well as he gets him over the shoulder.
"Alright, same way back, we should have a truck out back around the the bought building."
| (Forgot to mention that AnoMeat throws the morphine in jector to Thomas)
| >Anomeat Carefully re-enters the hallway, preparing to run though it.
| (Lol yeah, np. Auto assumed rip)
| > As Thomas follows behind, something dangerously ill strikes them, upon the opposite side, dozens, an overwhelming number of rather interestingly damaged lilims stand, waiting for the two. Each and everyone seems like they shouldn't even be moving.. But whatever has them do so affects all of them.
| "Oh.. What the fuck is this, then?"
| "Don't Move Thomas"
>AnoMeat prepares to pull an Electric Smoke Grenade out of its pouch.
| >and gently rolls it between the the group and the lilims
| "FUCKING RUN THOMAS RUN"
| "It.. It hurts, so much.."
> Elliott lightly nudges as a voice echoes from behind the the crowd.
"You think you can just walk in and take my expirements? Fetch me their fucking souls!"
> All at once, they turns and charge, unaware of the grenade.
| > Thomas does so without a second word, doing what he's used too.. Running.
| (Oof, was late again)
| (and get fried to shit hopefully)
>AnoMeat injects himself with a stimulant, doing the same to Thomas, while running, in the opposite direction.
| > Nearly every single Lilim falls and disables, bugged by the grenade. With the exception of one or two.. Or a dozen more, making it over the crowd.
| "Fuck, fuck fuck!"
> Thomas takes advantage of the stimulant, and as soon as they pass the hall, the decoy truck is seen heading full speed towards the hallway from beside them, ready to create more space between them and the crowd.
| > In all efforts, the truck succeeds in creating a barrier, any surviving is kept from following AnoMeat and Thomas. After a few minutes of running, the trucl is obliterated in a fuel explosion.
| "Fuck! I didn't restock since last time"
>AnoMeat slows down, but starts running backward, in an attempt to disable the last standing lilims.
| >...and promptly turns back around, after seeing the truck.
| (Oof)
"Aw fuck, get down!"
> With the truck being a certain distance away, the shock wave was still enough to reach, forcing Thomas too his knees then to the ground, covering John, whose now an aching mess.
| >AnoMeat Falls down fully from the blast, but scrambles to get back up after another shot of stims, and begins to help up/drag Thomas along.
| > Thomas watches the blast from where he's at, getting up after a bit and beginning to walk after some more time.
"I.. I think we're good.."
> Shortly thereafter, the meet building is in sight of both of them.
| "Come round the corner, I got a car waiting! you can drive right? I'll get on treating John"
Anomeat puts Elliot in the front passenger seat, runs to the trunk, gets his med kit, and sits down in the back, waiting to treat John.
| > Thomas nods, setting John in back with him before heading to the drivers side, getting in and starting the vehicle.
"Shall we head to a hospital, or go and find CN?"
| "Hospital, CN is still preoccupied I think."
>AnoMeat stops the timer on his watch.
"7 minutes, 43 seconds. We are out of here!"
| >Anomeat begins disinfecting the stab wound on John and starts patching it.
| (The 7m,43s is assumed time in rp, not real time.)
| (Yeah, 7m would be a little slow lmao)
> Thomas nods and begins driving quickly, keeping careful especially on corners.
| (Should we make the hospital thread or skip past?)
| (Probably skip...)
| (I like that idea. Btw @KN you can have your Elliott back, I've sent Email)
| (Oof, alright, thanks. Was a bit worried you'd turn her into a velociraptor)
| (Ouch)
| > Thomas stops the car within minutes of the facility, looking to Elliott.
"Your options are, one, to take that gun and make peace right now. Because frlm here on out's going to be hell. Considering ya' already fucked beyond compare."
"And two, you keep silent until we get there, and you go back to the slaughterhouse. This time I doubt they'll be as nice. You make a sound from here to there and I'll shoot ya' myself."
| (From*)
| > Elliott stares at him in silence, startled by the sudden change in heart from Shelby.
| "Now- a third option."
> Thomas raises three fingers, keeping a focused stare into her eyes.
"Might possibly even null everything I just said, and we can go find someone that'll take good care of ya'.. 'Cause I'm only doing this on my free time. I could care less."
| "A third option.. You tell me absolutely everything. Whether it hurts or not, what the voices are fucking saying, and anything you know about these people that took ya'. 'Cause whether I care about this or not, I'm a man of agreement, and I'll gladly bust the knees of those and and make 'em walk just for you. Now, like I said earlier, choose wisely."
| > Elliott keeps a fixed gaze of terror right back at Thomas, shaking not of earlier, but now of fear. She stutters to a response, her first natural words since the first visit to the compound.
"I'm.. I'm not ready t-to die, yet, Thomas."
> Slowly, she begins to weep there in the silence of the car.
|
| > He nods, his bland, lame face not giving an inch as he reaches out and holds her.
"I know, that's what I was afraid of."
> He proceeds to hold and shush her lightly, waiting only for her to continue speaking.
| > After a good minute or two, Ellioty become quiet, letting go of Thomas as she turns to look out the side window.
"I-I can-n't reme-me-member m-m-much."
| > Her stuttering correlates with her shaking, perhaps neural damage?
| "If you can't remember it, it wasn't important. Tell me what you remember."
> Thomas leans back into his seat and starts the car once more, turning away to the tango down bar.
| > Elliott keeps a thought in her head as he drives. Her eyes already closed.
"I-I.. I r-remember t-the surger-eee. There wer-those doing i-t.. A-And the-n a woman."
| > Thomas nods pulling in to a parking area.
"Hold that thought."
(Just jumping threads again no worries.)
| (holy shit i slept 11 hours and missed everything -Ferris)
| (I guess ill put in a reason why im late, an ambush or a typo in pathfinding)
| (Nice lol)
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| (Put this up just incase, wasn't sure about the timing of you guys, so you can use it if you want.)
> The building stands as one of the largest slaughterhouses in Glitch, nearly one of the largest buildings. With only three entrances, the comllex hasn't been *legally* ran for decades. A few moving trucks for keeping the wellfare of the building stable come and go, but some stay longer than necessary. Nearby, a small, lone building blocks out sits with a familiar face, watching....