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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 12:14 pm
Police Station Precinct 12 West As the survivors of the two down pelicans link up they take shelter in local police station. From the front street it looked like half of the building was collapsed due to either artillery fire or an explosion of some kind, though the building was structurally stable, there was a highly unlikely chance for anyone to want to go exploring in this building. For the out side there were no signs of it being own by the local authorities for the signs were missing or destroyed save for one sign on a sliding front door that didn't work anymore. Due to the collapse it is most likely the covenant forces believe this building uninhabited, which is exactly what the survivors want them to think. Inside the police station there was only emergency power (red lights only) All the computers and phones were not working, and since half of the building was collapsed, only two offices, one hallway, one restroom, one storage closet, and the stairs that ran to the roof. Though the power was out, running water was available by the restroom and the water fountain in the hallway.  The weather is starting to turn sour as clouds started to roll in on the already night sky. The clouds shielded any light coming in from the moon or stars. The only source of light were various fires from cars, debris, and buildings that were burning in controlled small fires. Even as it started to rain lightly the small fires still remained, it just made hissing and pops as the rain licked the fires causing very little low lying smoke that slowly curls across the pavement. The exhausted marines clamber inside the single door that worked and they all collapsed in the hallway panting heavily. It was too much for them to go on as the adrenaline was already flushed from their systems.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:00 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Corporal Demascus was the last one to enter the police stations single working door. Every one crammed into the single hallway with only the red lights dimly lighting the floor and walls, he counted nine people there including; Pvt. Day, Crewmen Ramirez, Pvt. Archades, Cpl. MacTavish, Pvt. Owens, Pvt. Armstrong, Pvt. Winchester, and finally Pvt. Harlock. The entire group were slumped on the floor leaning up against the walls of the hallway. It was either Winchester or Harlock that managed to pick the lock on one of the doors in the hallway, it ended up being an office. More space for us to spread out in, and it made Tares think, there was no way my troops can move on, we need to rest so we'll hold up here till morning so they can travel again. Though it would be smarter to move at night and rest during the day, my unit just couldn't afford to keep moving. "Alright guys, we'll hold up here tonight, try to get something to eat and get some rest. Corporal MacTavish can i have a word with you for a sec?" Tares didn't even complete his sentence before someone already whipped out a MRE and began heating it up. As he waited for Charlie to approach him Tares began munching on a powerbar. "He will someone go check and see if that water fountain works?" Tares then entered the newly opened office and over to the desk. He started looking through the draws and found mostly just paper work and files, a stapler, some keys that looked like they opened other doors in the station. He would use em later to open the other doors and check for supplies. As he opened the last drawl he smile like a child, and pulled out a M6 for someone who was missing theirs and enough pistol ammo for every one to have at least one magazine.
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:25 pm
Spar Day Heavy Weapons | Private | UNSC | First Squad | Alpha Team [[OCC: ]] Pvt. Day was sprawled out in the hallway when Corporal Demascus was the last to come through the door. She was exhausted and wounded and she felt like she wanted to give up and just sleep. For a second there she thought as if she was really back in her warm bunk sleeping in late on a day off. But she was jolted awake at the sound of Cpl. D issuing orders still. 'Man that guy never gives up does he.' She looked left down the hallway and counted nine people herself. Only nine left after two full pelicans worth of battle ready marines. Nine out of twenty-four, that didn't sound like good numbers. After the Cpl. said his peace she slowly rolled over and pushed herself up off the cold tile of the police department. She pushed in the button on the water fountain that she was sitting next to, on the other side of it she noticed that there was another door, "Hey we have a bathroom over here too! And the water works." she spoke quietly as she started to fill up her camelpack. She was so sore that she didn't even want to stand anymore. Weapons: - M19 SSM (Jackhammer) Rocket Launcher- 2 rockets -destroyed - M7 Sub Machine Gun- 60 round magazine, 240-60=180 rounds total, 4-1 magazines - Standard Sidearm (M6C)- missing (sidearm) - Standard Combat Knife Equipment:- CH252 Helmet - M52B Body Armor - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues) - VZG7 Armored Boots - 2 Standard MRE's and several (4) Powerbars- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water ( 1 Unit of H2O)- - A music player with ear buds 
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 2:03 am
Charlie MacTavish Sniper and Recon | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Bravo Team
o Beads of sweat ran down the rugged face of Corporal MacTavish. Long lacerations, covered with mud and what looked like grease, ran across his face. His left arm hung at his side, nearly useless after the extended period of time with it being dislocated. With a grunt he clenched his hand into a strong fist, good, he could still use it if necessary. The sound of the wraith mortars were merely a whisper in the wind now, that more than anything else told him they were at a temporarily safe distance. Not a moment later and MacTavish heard his old friend spitting out orders once more. He let a smile cross his face for a moment, friends keep friends strong no matter the moment. "Roger, wilco. Marines, good work today out there." MacTavish said roughly, his voice hung in the air like a heavy mist. He turned to look at the marines for a few moments before entering the office, through the door to the office his eyes adjusted to the dim light. It was fairly well kept, somewhat unsettling and peaceful at the same time considering recent events.
oMacTavish nodded toward Corporal Demascus as he walked in, pulling out his own powerbar to get a quick bite. He chewed a rather large mouthful and swallowed, clearing his throat for the conversation to come. "Corporal." He said politely to show he was giving his full attention. 'Wonder what's on his mind to pull me aside like this... Maybe it's unrelated, something personal instead...' His thoughts strayed, but his attention remained focused on Tares.
[Designated Marksman Rifle] -missing
[M7/Caseless Submachingun] - missing ammo
[Standard Sidearm (M6C)] - 12 round magazine: 47/48 rounds total: 4 magazines (1 round fired)
[Standard Combat Knife] - broken
Drop Count: 0
[OCC: Back to kick some a**, but for now... I'm gonna munch on this here candy bar. Nom nom nom. ]
- CH252 Helmet - lost in crash
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- 3 MREs
- 1 camel pack
- Range finder
- GPS-locater
- 50 ft. rope
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 12:50 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Corporal Demascus slid the pistol and two magazines across the table, "Do you need em? I think Day is missing her pistol but I cant be sure, everything is so ******** up right now man." Tares sighed heavily as he popped off his helmet and tossed it on the table more in frustration rather than anger. He leaned forwarded onto the desk and rubbed his temples before opening his eyes and looking Charlie up and down. "You look like s**t man, come ere so i can reset your arm, then go see the medic about those nasty cuts." Tares got out of his chair and waited for Charlie to approach him, it wasn't the first time that he had to reset someone's arm, and it wasn't the first time that both of them were in a s**t hole with no chance of survival. It was easy for them back then, because they weren't the ones in charge, they didn't have the command and responsibility weighing on their shoulders. Including the lives of their fire-teams. But to complain wasn't the main reason, Tares wanted to speak to him privately, also it was extremely horrible on moral to see your leader in horrible shape, or getting his arm reset, but they also needed to make a plan for how they were going to get out of here. "We need a plan, I say we stay here tonight and rest up, bandage our wounds. Have shifts on night guard and in the morning we scavenged around for a mode of transportation and some more fire power. Fill up on water and eat tonight, leave before sun rise. What do you think?" Demascus asked and he gently grabbed Charlie's shoulder.
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 12:27 am
Charlie MacTavish Sniper and Recon | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Bravo Team o A soft chuckle escaped MacTavish's lips. Purely in good humor, it was good to see that it was something real and not some off-world girl he'd been thinking about. With one solid bite he finished off the quick meal in his hand. "I'll pass the pistol along to her, my pistol is all I've got with me. But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get another mag for my only weapon." MacTavish drew his sidearm, twirled it once, then re-sheathed it. He plucked the two magazines from the table and slid them into easy to reach hostlers. Sounds like a plan, I'll let you hand out the orders for it. My cuts aren't that bad, I can still see, hear, smell, and taste blood. Sounds normal to me." MacTavish smiled, surprisingly broadly before nudging his shoulder into the firm grip of his fellow marine. "Go ahead, you know we've both had worse. Actually, worse thing yet is I lost my knife in the backside of a bugger." He coughed a rough laugh, using one hand to smear most of the mud off his face. With gritted teeth his shoulder waited to be reset. 'Oh you big baby, this won't be that bad. The anticipation is always worse than the actual thing.' His little pep talk did little to ease his nerves, the resounding pop and crack from the dislocation and relocation of his shoulder put him at ease... and pain. It would have to suffice though.
[Designated Marksman Rifle] -missing
[M7/Caseless Submachingun] - missing ammo
[Standard Sidearm (M6C)] - 12 round magazine: 71/72 rounds total: 6 magazines (1 round fired)
[Standard Combat Knife] - broken
Drop Count: 0
[OCC: --- ]
- CH252 Helmet - lost in crash
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- 3 MREs
- 1 camel pack
- Range finder
- GPS-locater
- 50 ft. rope
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:19 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team Corporal Demascus echoed Charlie's rough laughter "You can have my knife until we find something bet-" There was a loud snap and pop as the Tares reset the shoulder and arm back in place. "something better. When your well enough, why don't you take somebody else and pull a little security through the windows, give us a heads up if the Covi-bastards come close. Either you can do that or search for supplies." Tares checked the shoulder by feeling with his fingertips to make sure it was set right, for if it was set wrong the blood flow to the arm would be cut off and would start to pool in the arm. Tares then let go of MacTavish and walked back over to the desk. "This is a police station, so they better have something useful, maybe shotguns, but i doubt that. They sure as hell should have a pistol rack or a storage room for firearms of some kind. Maybe even a evidence locker with knives and other weapons that were confiscated. Why don't you take a look and ill get the unit organized.?" He leaned on the desk and munched the rest of his power bar down. He knew he would need a full meal, but he would do that later after he and his men were settled. Cpl. Demascus then walked over and opened the door, he hoped Charlie's painful reset didn't disturb them or they didn't hear it too much. He stepped into the hallway and saw that almost every one was asleep, save for Pvt. Day who was filling up everyone's water sources. He stepped over the sleeping bodies and gave Day a pat on the back, "Good job Private, thank you for helping everyone out." - CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 2:51 pm
Spar Day Heavy Weapons | Private | UNSC | First Squad | Alpha Team [[OCC: hey LT can you find me a new photo please? ]] Pvt. Day could do nothing but smiled as the Corporal praised her for her work. She was too tired to do anything else as she distributed the water back to the sleeping people. She also noticed that the Corporal had another pistol that he handed her and she gladly took. Only having an SMG was making her feel weak and left out, it was only good for suppression fire, and killing those dang drones. Which she doubted she would encounter much of those. She used the restroom and then when she was back out in the hallway, slumped against the wall with an open MRE in her hands. "Yummy, beef ravioli, I lucked out this time, I got some candy bars too." Weapons: - M19 SSM (Jackhammer) Rocket Launcher- 2 rockets -destroyed - M7 Sub Machine Gun- 60 round magazine, 240-60=180 rounds total, 4-1 magazines - Standard Sidearm (M6C)- (sidearm) - Standard Combat Knife Equipment:- CH252 Helmet - M52B Body Armor - Standard (Olive-drab fatigues) - VZG7 Armored Boots - 2 Standard MRE's and several (4) Powerbars- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water ( 1 Unit of H2O)- - A music player with ear buds
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 2:17 am
Charlie MacTavish Sniper and Recon | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Bravo Team o With his shoulder now properly reset, MacTavish let out a long breath he didn't know he was holding. The thought of taking his friend's knife bugged him, he couldn't do it. But the evidence locker previously mentioned was sure to have a blade or trusty tool of some kind there. MacTavish settled on the idea of scoping this place out, for better or for worse. Things would feel better once they knew the layout of the building as well. Without waiting for an extended invitation MacTavish followed Cpl. Demascus out into the hall, inspecting the marines and deciding who was in decent shape. But mostly he looked for a marine still conscious. "I'll make my way around, see what I can dig up. Montague, you're with me!" His rough voice barked out, not terribly loud so as to not wake the other troopers. The words carried importance, but not anger or irritation. oMacTavish hesitated only to make sure his orders were understood before walking down the hall, drawing his pistol as he neared the first corner. His greenish-bloodied gauntlets glowed in the dimly lit corridor, lining his path through the debris in an odd fashion. MacTavish rounded the corner to see nothing special in particular, there were other doors which mostly were locked, but there was the obvious choice at the far end of the hallway. A weapons and evidence locker, makes sense to keep them both behind lock and key. A grunt, a single bullet, and a kick later MacTavish had managed to gain entry to the room. o"Montague, go get the Corporal. He'll want to see this." MacTavish hadn't even glanced to see if the private was there to hear the order. His focused had landed or a rather interesting and unique piece of equipment. It had a long slender handle with a shallow curve, with a spike-like blade on the end. It was made of a titanium alloy of some kind, very light but obviously strong. And as luck has it, there were two. His eyes scanned the walls, mostly empty gun racks on all four sides. Shame, but understandable in all honestly. Even with a thorough search he didn't come up with much usable equipment. Until he was granted another surprise, an armament case. It was sealed tight, but he wanted to wait for Tares to get here before opening it.
[Designated Marksman Rifle] -missing
[M7/Caseless Submachingun] - missing ammo
[Standard Sidearm (M6C)] - 12 round magazine: 70/72 rounds total: 6 magazines (2 round fired)
[Standard Combat Knife] - broken
[Dual Ice Picks] - sheathed
Drop Count: 0
[OCC: Wake up my little soldiers, time to go to work. ]
- CH252 Helmet - lost in crash
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- 3 MREs
- 1 camel pack
- Range finder
- GPS-locater
- 50 ft. rope
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 5:22 pm
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team  Montague was leaning against the wall as MacTavish entered the room. When the Corporal realized that what the room was and ordered him back to Tares, Archades nodded. "Can do Corporal. I'll be back ASAP." Montague pushed away from the wall and staggered back through the hallways to where he had left the sleeping Marines and Tares. The medic tensed up and swiveled around to face a branching hallway, bringing the partially spent plasma pistol up. For a moment he thought there had been a chittering coming from it. When time passed and he saw nothing, not even a sign of movement, Archades continued towards the room where everyone was resting. In the room, he passed by Day who was digging through one of her MREs and paused. "You might want to run a little maintenance on that SMG when you finish eating." Normally he wouldn't have said anything, but that had been his weapon before it was hers, so he didn't want it malfunctioning and giving him more work when she got hurt. That said he continued on until he found the other Corporal. "Corp? MacTavish found something he thought you might be interested in. Saw some weapons over his shoulder before coming back. I'll lead you there." The medic jerked his head to indicate the first hallway to go through. His fingers drummed on the butt of the plasma pistol, his nerves acting up. 
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 - 8 = 52 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
Combat Knife x 2
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
Stimulant Injector
Five Adrenaline doses
Painkillers (8 uses)
Water Purifier
2 Bio-foam Canisters (5 uses - Minor Wound Sealant)
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 7:36 pm
TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Corporal Demascus leaped over the sleeping bodies of his other marines and he followed Montage, almost running but still in a jog. He was excited at finally hearing some good news. As he saw the door open with Charlie inside the room Tares couldn't help but break into a smile as he rounded the shells of miscellaneous evidence and he saw the single armament case that was sealed tight. "About damn time." Tares grabbed both Montague and MacTavish and pulled them both in for a small group head-butt. "Good Job Marines, Damn good job!" He then walked over the case and tried pulling it open, but after several tries it didn't work. He tugged the heavy case away from the wall into the space available. As he did so he heard some papers hit the floor as he pulled it out. As he went over to pick up the papers and tried looking over the shelves for something to help get the case open. "Hey that thing over there, its looks like something they use in the movies to car jack cars and stuff, think we can use that to open the case?" Tares picked the papers up and read it quickly. It ended up being the cases contents chart. "Oh wow, I hope you guys like pistols, SMG's, grenades, and ammo ammo ammo. Over four thousand rounds of it."
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:56 am
Charlie MacTavish Sniper and Recon | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Bravo Team o MacTavish rolled his shoulders in their sockets, popping several times each. The lingering pain was beginning to fade away into a dull sore. 'Wonder what's in the heavy case, something useful I hope.' His thoughts echoed in his head just before his good friend read off the contents, confirming his hopes. A smile crossed his face, it would have lingered but it was interrupted by a group headbutt. No one wins with a headbutt, especially when he didn't have his helmet still. "Hooah." MacTavish uttered absentmindedly, his attention swiveled to the door and the hallway beyond. There was a faint greenish glow coming through the door crack not more than fifteen feet away from them. oSilently, MacTavish clasped both his hand over his fellow marine's mouths with an urgent look on his face. He let out a slow breath, trying to remain calm. Quieter than a whisper, he leaned in closer to them. "Contact rear." He released his grip carefully, before sliding his hand to his side. Quietly and quickly he drew his pistol, chambered the next round, and moved to the doorway leading to the hallway. Moments felt like minutes as he waited for Demascus and Montague.
[Designated Marksman Rifle] -missing
[M7/Caseless Submachingun] - missing ammo
[Standard Sidearm (M6C)] - 12 round magazine: 70/72 rounds total: 6 magazines (2 round fired)
[Standard Combat Knife] - broken
[Dual Ice Picks] - sheathed
Drop Count: 0
[OCC: Green light, enemies or just a green colored light? Hmm.... I'll let LT decide. ]
- CH252 Helmet - lost in crash
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- 3 MREs
- 1 camel pack
- Range finder
- GPS-locater
- 50 ft. rope
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 9:18 am
Archades Montague Medic | Private | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team Archades was bent down slightly to search the shelf for the jack that Tares had apparently spotted to use in trying to open up the locker. When MacTavish reported contact his attention on that was completely destroyed. He was still on edge from their fight in the courtyard, and had already thought he'd heard something in here. The medic slid one of his knives out from the sheath on his back and slid to the doorway, holding the plasma pistol in his hand. He easily spotted the light that the Corporal had detected, and thought back over the various room plans that a police precinct might have. One struck him as incredibly similar to what he had seen so far of this building. Montague tightened his grip on his weapon and spoke out of the corner of his mouth to MacTavish. "Possible flanking route if we need to use it, through the room next door to it. If the floor plan matches what I know, it'll lead into a short hallway that runs behind the rooms on that side of the hall."
Weapons:
MA5B- Assault Rifle 60 - 8 = 52 Round Magazine, 600 Round Total, 8 Magazines
Covenant Plasma Pistol, Half Charge Battery
Standard Combat Knife Infinite Duration, Only One Issued
Second Combat Knife (Approved by LT)
Equipment: (Your characters equipment from boots to MRE's)
Standard Issue UNSC Marine gear. (Basic field armor, helmet with limited HUD, no radar, no nightvision)
Modified Knife sheath to allow for dual knives
Assault Rifle
Plasma Pistol
Combat Knife x 2
Full ammunition loadout for weapons.
Aid Kit (AKA Unit One Bag)
Flash Clone Kit (Five Charges)
Five MREs
Stimulant Injector
Five Adrenaline doses
Painkillers (8 uses)
Water Purifier
2 Bio-foam Canisters (5 uses - Minor Wound Sealant)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:52 pm
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TaresDemascus
Assault and Close Quarters | Corporal | UNSC | 1st Squad | Alpha Team
Corporal Demascus leaped inside of his armor as his heart raced in his chest. Contact rear was never a good thing to hear and it made him instantly grip his Battle Rifle harder making him notice how sweating his hands were. He peaked out the crack in the door and saw the same green glow, it was a reflection across the floor tiles but there was something alien about it. "Nah, you guys stay here and cover, stay with the goods and don't shoot me in the a**." Tares lowered himself into a crouch as he slowly slide through the crack in the door. Never taking his eye off of the green glow, could it be a grunt or jackal with a charged plasma pistol, ready to melt a whole straight through his chest? Burn off his face into a pool of flesh and brains? He didn't know, but he hoped to god almighty it wasn't a hunter. As Tares creeped closer in his crouch he was at the far left of the hallway, almost pressed against the wall. 5 meters now, and he would be on top of it. He raised his rifle with his finger on the trigger, seconds away from squeezing. 2 meters now, and he raised his left non shooting hand out and he heard a noise and he froze on the spot, shaking and dripping with sweat, but doing his best not to move. What seemed like a lifetime later, which was only a few seconds, Tare reached out again and touched the alien green lit tiles of the floor, the green glow covering his hand. The light source came from above him and as fast as he could he raised his line of fire to the ceiling and the direction of the glow. "JESUS CHRIST!!!"
Charlie and Archades would see nothing in the hallway as it all turned black and Tares would vanish from there sight. Then there was small sounds of something clicking and then what sounds like plastic sliding across the floor to the feet on MacTavish. Revealing the source of the green glow and the noise. "IT was a f@cking fire alarm with a low battery. s**t man, I was about to s**t myself. So freaking scary dude." Tares walked swiftly but cautiously back down the hallway to the armory. "Now lets get our birthday present open."
- CH252 Helmet
- M52B Body Armor
- Standard (Olive-drab fatigues)
- VZG7 Armored Boots
- 1 Standard MRE and several (6) Powerbars
- 1 Standard Camel-Pack of Water (1 Unit of H2O)-
- 1 Standard LED Flashlight
- 1 Standard UNSC Tactical Backpack
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