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((yah i know where you're coming from, but i did explain that they're getting around by going through the ventilation shafts, i'm not planning on spawning like an army of big guns, the east side will mostly be using 9mms, as for the equipment, one of the gang members is a hacker, so some of the usage is hacked from the guard's stuff, and as for the mic, theres just one i've been using, its a rudimentary transmitter/mic that cops used back in the day, it isn't two way, its just a mic that transmits to a receiver ))

Jason gasped in pain as the steel cut through the flesh on his forehead in a horizontal line. He swore loudly and rolled onto his feet, he grabbed his gun and ran through the crowd. Jason rushed through the hallways and into a empty room. He rushed to the ventilation shaft and popped the grate off with his combat knife, loosening the bolts. He got in and pulled it shut and tied a string to the middle bar of the vent grate, the tied it off to a piece of metal that was sticking out in the ventilation shaft to keep it on the entrance to the shaft so it didn't look like anyone had used it, then he made his way back to the east side.

Luca followed Jason with the scope, when he was safely inside the ship, Luca picked off a few guards who were using their own snipers to desperately try and find him. Luca kicked the discharged shells that had landed on the roof off and went into the nearest ventilation shaft.

((sure))

((I'll kick it off lol))

Michael awoke in his raggedy metal tent and looked outside. The light hurt it eyes for a few seconds before his eyes adjusted. He looked around his tent and grabbed his G18 placing it in his pocket. He held onto the handle switching the safety on as he crawled out of his tent. He stood and looked around at where the guards had been killed. "So the excitements over? I guess its time to get to work." He said as he walked toward an empty tent and looked inside. "Thank you." He said as he grabbed a open bag of potato chips. He started to munch on then as he walked away from the tent. He looked up at the bridge and squinted his eyes because of the suns light in the sky. He walked toward a pair of stairs that headed directly to the bridge. He finished the potato chips and dropped his trash on the side of the stairs. He then quickly ran up the stairs toward the bridge. Reaching the top he opened the door to the bridge.

"Awww your late Owenz. We need you to look at some photos and listen to some audio while you can." The Captain said as Owenz grabbed his flat hat and placed it on his head. He had only recently started to work on the bridge. After they had found out he works for a police station in the CSI area. They usually had him listen to audio on salvaging missions were infected attacked. It was mostly when a guard was being charged with mutiny during a mission. He sat down in his usual chair and listened to some audio they had recorded. It was of the salvaging mission the previous day. He hardly listened to it until the guards had returned. When the single sniper shot could be heard. "Well it's clearly a rifle shot, but I can't really tell what rifle." He said to the Captain as more played. Voices of men being shot could be heard but not the shots. "So they had a silencer." He said as it played.

"How can you tell there's so much commotion and the guards are firing at where they believe the sniper was." The Captain said as he also listened. "Well you can hear the bullets hitting the ships deck, but not them being shot. You can hear a man yell in pain, but no gun fire. So the sniper, or snipers used a silencer. The only place they would get those are the armory correct?" Alan said as the audio finished. "Yes that's correct what are you trying to say?" The Captain replied. "Well since they had weapons and silences they obviously were able to get into the armory. As I remember there is a vent in the armory. I'm guessing that the attackers are using the vents to get around your guards. I would gladly scurry threw the vents with your permission and try and find the culprits." Alan said standing as another soldier brought him a file. He opened it a sketch of the man they believe was their leader on a sheet of blank paper. "Alright so I will try and find this man." Alan said placing the file on a table.

The Captain nodded his head in agreement. "Alright I will allow you to scout the ventilation system, but I want you to work with one of my best teams. They just went on the salvaging mission and I'm sure they can assist you. They can wait outside the vents till you give them a signal to move in. We will strap you with a wire and a homing devise so we can try your movements." He said before looking back at the soldier that brought the file. "Go assemble the team and tell them to arrive here for briefing. Michael you go get ready. "Yes sir." Michael said before saluting the captain and leaving the bridge.

((I kinda stated that I was a bridge member in the post.....))

(I realize that. But that doesn't mean you have a gun with you at all times, only when you're on duty. When you're off duty, you return ALL weapons back to the armory, and pick them up the next time you're on duty. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible, so I apologize if I'm coming off strong or whatever, but, like I said, I'm trying to make this as real as possible. I don't mind that you carry a gun, but as long as it is on duty only. And, before I do anything with my character, who is the team you are taking with you on the mission? Joe and Richter?)

Aimee leaned back in her chair. The small outpost they had been using as a radio retrans station had gotten quite uncomfortable in the past few weeks. The smell of decaying flesh and the constant guard had finally gotten to her, that and having to deal with the same two people all day long, everyday, until their HQ got off it's a** and picked them up. If they came and picked us up she corrected herself, they're probably all dead by now.

Aimee kicked her feet up on the desk and pushed the transmit button on the handset for the old style sincgars they had in the outpost. "Any station this net, any station this net this is Outlaw 2-6, Radio check, over." Nothing... just static. She wondered what her two shooters were doing up on the roof. Probably playing games with those undead bastards outside, she thought. That was their favorite passtime since the outpost was inaccessible from the outside, just throw bottles and anything else at them and occasionally shoot one out of anger. It's all they had these days, waiting, listening.

She pt out her cigarette and tried again. "Any station this net, any station this net, this is Outlaw 2-6, Radio check, over." nothing... They had lost contact with their Brigade HQ almost a month ago now, and lost comms with everyone else almost two weeks ago. Now it was nothing but static. SHe just hoped thatsomeone would pick up soon, just to keep her sane she was just so damn bored!

She heard footsteps from the stairs. It must have been one of her shooters, they were assigned as a three man Retrans Team to keep comms up between the BCT and the units out in the field fighting to "save humanity" on the other side of the Appalachians. Their outpost was located at grid coordinate 37.88810, -79.16302 according to her PLGR. She was surprised the satellites were still working.

"Hey Razzle Dazzle! Why don't you come up here for a while?" It was SGT Aaronn "Miklo" Quitigua one of her personal security detechment soldiers. He had been trying to get her to go up and get out for about an hour now, she could really tell he was bored. "******** it, nothings come over this radio for two weeks I dont think it'll come across anytime soon." Aimee scooted her chairback, grabbed her M4 and headed up the stairs.

She got up there and smiled, those goofy bastards had built a tower out of old used soda cans and had built a beer pong table out of scraps found inside the outpost itself. "Very ingenuitive guys, Well let's play!" Aimee ran over and grabbed a ping pong ball, suddnely she thought she heard squelch on the radio down stairs. The other two must have heard it too because they froze. "THE RADIO!" Aimee sprinted down the stairs, her M4 slapping her side as she ran.

"Nohting... THERE'S NEVER ANYTHING!" She shouted and slumped back into her chair, "you guys go have fun, I'll be right here. Miklo, you're up next." Miklo nodded in agreement as her turned and walked back up stairs to resume his duties as guard, well almost... Beer pong was calling his name....

(It's good to be back!)
Aimee's eyes popped open to the sounds of loud squelch from the radios. ".....Pzzzzzkt.... Harry Truman. We are an aircraft carrier anchored 200 mi...Pzzzkt....ast coast of the United State....pzzzzkt...ne can hear this, please respond, over....pzzzzkt" She almost fell out of her chair as she grabbed the handmic for her radio.

"Last calling station, this is Outlaw 2-6, you're coming in broken and unreadable, over."

Aimee heard her friends come dashing down the stairs as she was playnig with the various knobs and buttons trying to make the signal a bit clearer. It would have been worrysome had she not spent so much time working with this old communications set up they had. It can be trickey especially if you lose the signal completely.

Aimee smiled and she heard Miklo behind her," Razzle-Dazzle! Did you hear that!? We finally got one!" Of course she heard it! It was someone living and breathing on the other end of that radio traffic and she could almost taste freedom, she hated that damned outpost and couldn't wait to leave!

"Yeah Miklo, I can't wait to see the freak!" Aimee said with a grin. They had always joked about how they'd end up being rescued by some ridiculous survivor like a roving clown group or something, just to pass the time. Miklo smiled at her."Last calling station, this is Outlaw 2-6, we are a U.S. Army Retrans Station located IVO Grid 37.88810, -79.16302. Requesting immediate evac, Over." She shouted into the mic excitedly. She jumped to her feet and gave her two comrades a hug. Almost free from this dull boring life of radio slavery! worse came to worse and the people on the other end of that radio needed help too, but then, at least the three of them would have a purpose!

"Outlaw 2-6, this is The Uss Harry Truman. By God are we glad to hear anotehr voice for a change! What it your situation, Outlaw? Over," Aimee smiled as she heard the voice come over the radio, much clearer than before thanks to her tinkering. She was so happy she was tearing up.

She reached over and grabbed the hand mic, "USS Harry Truman, this is Outlaw 2-6, we are a U.S. Army Retrans Station located IVO Grid 37.88810, -79.16302. Three personnel plus equipment, requesting immediate evac, Over" Aimee looked over her shoulder at her comrades.

"We're almost free guys!" she shouted as she jumped up and hugged them both. She realized she left the radio unattended and quickly sat back down sheepishly and picked up her hand mic, it was so exciting to hear another living breathing person!

Miklo and Cuttler high fived and followed it with a thunderous chest bump before taking off up the stairs to clean up their beer pong game just incase they ever got company.