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Zion International Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:48 pm
Welcome to Liberty City. An iconic metropolis on the east coast of the U.S. What one does here is their own business. How one feeds, clothes and makes themselves in this city is all to their own.
This is a sandbox, a blank canvas that is only shaped together by you the players. It's completely free roam. There's no real limitation except in terms of realism. Whatever you want your character to be. City Map
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 6:09 pm
 Location: Little Russia Hotel, Northern Gardens Red let out a cheery whistle as she walked down the fifth floor in a more conspicuous disguise composing of a simple yellow summer dress, a pair of jeans and running shoes instead of her signature blood red button up dress, black boots and red hood. To add to her harmless and oddly normal appearance her hair was still bound up in large rope braids. She carried with her a violin case carrying a classic Thompson M1928 submachine gun with tapped against her knee in rhythm with her stride. Her stride stopped as she neared a room numbered 512. Her head turned and faced the door. She knelt down and opened the case assembling the Thompson, sliding in a 100 round drum, attaching the stock and securing the spare 50 round drum in the elastic of the training bra under her dress covering her chest. She stood up slowly and pointed the compensated muzzle of the Thompson at the door knob. A loud rattling of automatic fire blasted through the fifth floor and then a loud crash as she kicked the trashed door open. Inside her target was caught completely off guard scrambling to the bed room trying to escape the through the door that connected 512 and 511 together. Red kept stalking following him into the bedroom where the target was attempting to ram the door down but to no avail. As Red approached at a calm slow pace the target sprinted to a PPK on the dresser but Red was quicker trailing muzzle to him and spraying 8 bullets 5 of which tore through his left leg. The target collapsed on the floor writhing on the floor holding his bullet torn leg. Red walked forward calmly with a smile training her Thompson on him as she approached. Their eyes met but only for a short moment before Red sprayed roughly 20 rounds into him.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:23 am
 SWAT Sergeant Matthew "Matt" Conner
Special Weapons and Tactics Team 3 H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ MAGPUL Custom M4A1 CQBR Assault RifleL o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ East Island City Police Department: Briefing Room"...Regular Cops are merciful..." The Sergeant sat still as the Lieutenant explained to Special Weapons and Tactics Team 3 their assignment. Gunshots were heard in Steinway. A barricaded suspect was hiding out in an apartment complex and was considered armed and dangerous. The Lieutenant stepped aside and pointed to the Sergeant. "Yes Sir. Well boys, this suspect, the name of Daniel McDaniel. He's a well known cocaine dealer around Steinway. He's usually armed with a modified Glock Seventeen automatic, fifty round extended magazine, and an aftermarket Glock Eighteen stock. He carries an illegal G3 Seven Point Six Two Millimeter Battle Rifle. He's very dangerous and we must assume he's armed with the Battle Rifle. We take no chances with him. Shoot to kill. He's already made a declaration that he's not going with us alive. As well as shooting and killing an undercover officer. Like I said boys, we take no chances. Get the MP5s and M4s and we roll out in fifteen. Destination is an Apartment Complex on Arrow Street. We can't gas him out, we need shaped breaching charges and gas Masks. Dismissed." The Sergeant explained as he pointed around the map of the Departments Jurisdiction as well as a crudely drawn floorplan on a dry-erase board. All key points were marked in a red expo marker and all blocked points were drawn in a black expo marker. The Team nodded and stood up, the briefing took roughly an hour and the Team was fully aware of what would happen. They weren't afraid of going lethal when ordered to, most had a Military background and some had a Law Enforcement background. It didn't matter to the Sergeant, purely because he was used to death and going lethal. After all he was Special Forces.
The Locker Room was filled with the sounds of men yelling and laughing as the Sergeant walked inside, dressed in Dark Blue BDU pants and a white T-shirt. He walked to his locker and opened up the lock then grabbed a pair of Black BDU pants and a black T-shirt along with a large black MOLLE Plate Carrier vest riddled with different pockets to hold magazines, radios, and a dump bag. He quickly changed his clothes and slipped on the vest then knelt down and put on knee pads, and proceeded to put on his elbow pads. "We have Five Minutes boys, get to the armory and grab your weapons!!" He yelled over the commotion of the SWAT Team 3 Locker room. The men ceased yelling and laughing then filed out of the room and down the hallway towards the armory. Leaving the Sergeant alone in the room. He quickly finished putting his gear on and he double timed it to the Armory. Nobody would touch his M4A1 if he had a say. The Team knew as well, he would chew their a** out like no other if they laid a finger on his rifle.
After the Ten Minutes of preparations the Sergeant climbed into the LAPV Armored Personnel Carrier and took a seat in one of the few seats in the small armored vehicle. Soon enough the Vehicle was heading down the road, sirens blaring as loud as they could and the lights flashing brightly as it sped down the road. Their assignment was about to be done. Everyone knew what to do, shaped charge on the door, wait for the explosion, raid, cover all corners, clear the room, all lethal. The Sergeant felt the bumps in the road and held his M4A1 CQBR close to him as the APC shook violently, they were taking a shortcut through an old side road that hadn't been repaved in what seemed like forever. "...SWAT is merciless..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:06 pm
Gamble 
Equipment: Springfield XD Sub-Compact Armalaser .40 Cal
Heckler & Koch MP5K
Inhibitions: None(( Was having trouble finding the name of the Eye-in-the-Sky type technology they use in Police aircraft these days. If anyone already knows the name of said device please let me know. Thanks! ))
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:22 pm
Location: Little Russia Hotel, Northern Gardens Red stood in silence heightening her ability to hear things that were happening outside the room. She heard scrambling, screams, panicked speech and various thuds but all were taking place in what she pinpointed was the rooms next to 512. She stood still for a while longer until she heard a threatening sound. Numerous sets of footsteps approaching. She pulled herself out this silence and started to walk calmly to the hotel room entrance door. She raised her Thompson and leaned the barrel against her shoulder giving a shake listening to the .45 auto rounds shift inside. She had somewhere between 26-34 rounds left in the drum. She assumed the first. She came up to the threshold and pressed her body against the wall listening intently for the footsteps. They switched from a noticeable series of thuds to a silence. They were creeping. Slowly she peered her head out of the door's threshold and only got a small glance of four men in casual clothes sporting detective badges, "FREEZE! LCPD!!", the forward positioned officer said taking a knee and pointing his Glock 21 at Red. She threw her head back out of their sights and let out an exhale and a confident smirk. She went into the breakfast bar style kitchen area of the hotel room and dragged along a barstool. She hit the threshold and kicked the stool out into the open following suit behind with a delay. Giving her an advantage through an initial distraction. She twirled from the threshold and barraged them with the remainder of the drum magazine's load which tore them all to pieces killing 2 and seriously wounding the remaining. She didn't reminisce instead she ran right past their minced bodies and down the hall slapping out the empty drum of her Thomspon letting it drop to the carpeted floor. She wasn't too worried about leaving anything behind. She smacked into a stairwell access door and stopped placing her back against the metal plated door taking the time to pull the spare drum from her dress and roll it into place in the Thompson. The small girl bolted down the stairs and smacked through the 2nd floor access door and started again down the hallway to other stairwell exit on the other side.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:44 pm
SWAT Sergeant Matthew "Matt" Conner
Special Weapons and Tactics Team 3 H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ MAGPUL Custom M4A1 CQBR Assault RifleL o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ En Route to the Little Russia Hotel"...Regular Cops are merciful..." The Sergeant looked outside of the front windshield and shook his head as they took a sharp right. Making the Sergeant grab the handhold tightly. He didn't expect the driver to do something like that. "SWAT Team 3 respond to a shooting at the Little Russia Hotel in the Northern Gardens. Two Officers down, automatic fire. Respond immediately. We redirected SWAT Team 4 to take over your call." The dispatcher said over the radio in the APC. Quickly the driver told the Dispatcher that they were inbound to the position. "Change of plan boys! We have an active shooter in the Little Russia Hotel and the suspect has shot and killed two Undercover Detectives. This is a hostile situation, go in hot, come out cold. Copy?" The Sergeant yelled as the APC sped up to a high 75 Miles per Hour down the street, it's sirens blaring even louder. "Kenny! I need you to quickly redirect to the Little Russia Hotel, we have an active shooter who killed two Undercover Detectives. Dispatch sent the team to the building, I need your optics and weapons for this. Consider it a Hostile DZ." The Sergeant said over his radio as the APC sped down the road as fast as the little thing could. Which was roughly around 83 Miles Per Hour. "We go in, Identify ourselves and tell the suspect to drop their weapon and go quietly, if she even raises the weapon a small bit, open fire. You, Corporal, Set up on the building directly next to the Hotel and set up your M24." He ordered as the Team loaded their weapons, they were roughly 2 minutes out from arriving to the location. Not too far but every little minute counts. Soon enough the Truck had two Police Interceptors speeding in front of them, the Interceptors had SWAT labeled on them so it probably meant the rest of his Team decided to show up. "...SWAT is merciless..."
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:42 pm
Location: Little Russia Hotel, Northern Gardens Police protection was not uncommon for squealers but Red wasn't prepared for a small scale war so she had to flee. She sped down the stairs skipping several steps in small jumps to reach the lobby floor. She slammed into the door and glanced around quickly at her surrounding arousing attention from the hotel's patrons who quickly turned to panic once they saw the submachine gun in her hands. She glanced around frantically looking to the main entrance and then to the rear entrance down a the long narrow hallway. Where was her ride? "There she is!", she heard a man bellow. Her eyes quickly fixated on another detective who held a radio in one hand and his Glock 17 in the other. Red dashed away and the detective followed suit, "Suspect is heading to the rear of the building. Suspect is a white black haired female in her teens. She's armed and dangerous with what appears to be a Tommy gun.", the detective reported taking off after her. "FREEZE!!", he screamed but Red had no intention of doing so. Her feet felt numb from all the running but her eyes were solely fixated on the rear exit. a flicker of relief spiked in her as she saw a white Dodge Challenger pull up to the rear entrance. The driver door opened and a man in his 20s with shaggy blonde hair stepped out slinging a Ithaca Stakeout shotgun onto the roof of the car, "GET DOWN!", he commanded. Red threw herself to the carpet as he pulled the trigger on the shotgun sending a spread of 00 buckshot through the glass door and into the chest of the pursuing detective killing him instantly. Red regained her footing, dashed to the door slipping through the glassless frame and got into the car. The blonde man returned to the driver seat, shutting the door and throwing the Challenger into drive taking off out of the rear of the building into the streets of Bohan. Red panted from her exertion and situated her Thompson in the floorboard of the car flipping the SMG on safe and fastening her seat belt.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 2:21 pm
SWAT Sergeant Matthew "Matt" Conner
Special Weapons and Tactics Team 3 H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ MAGPUL Custom M4A1 CQBR Assault RifleL o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ East Island City Police Department: Briefing Room"...Regular Cops are merciful..." Matt let out a breath as the APC came to a stop and the other SWAT Interceptors were abandoned with the Fully armed SWAT Officers in hot pursuit on foot. "Everyone, fall out and join the pursuit!!" He screamed as the men climbed out of every door in the APC, three doors really, the back hatch, and the two side doors. When everyone was out of the APC and moving towards the sound of gunfire he immediately hopped out and joined the pursuit. "Move Move Move!!" He screamed as he heard the sound of a Shotgun go off and glass breaking. He quickly sprinted as fast as he could, his M4 CQBR shouldered as he cleared his corners. "Hey, Hey Officer" He said to the Detective who was obviously dead. He immediately ran outside and watched as a car sped off. "Damn it!!" He yelled as he squeezed the trigger, peppering everything in it's path, he had hoped it would hit a tire or something but it wasn't that easy to hit a speeding car in the tire. "Suspect just jumped into a White Dodge Challenger! Heading down the road! All available units join the chase, we're going Hot Pursuit no Jurisdictions, Just chase and assault. Make sure to lay out Spikestrips whenever I tell you. I'll be leading the chase!" The Sergeant yelled over his radio as he sprinted back to one of the open cruisers and hopped inside. It was one of the SWAT Cruisers and nobody would mind if the Sergeant took it, after all it was needed in the chase. He quickly shut the door and sped out onto the road and towards the last known location of the Challenger. The large V8 Supercharged engine roared as the speed climbed from 20 to 50 and 50 to 130. "...SWAT is merciless..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 2:45 pm
Gamble
Equipment: Springfield XD Sub-Compact Armalaser .40 Cal
Heckler & Koch MP5K
Inhibitions: None
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:02 pm
Location: En route to Safehouse and Safehouse, Schottler Red ducked her head as some bullets managed to make their way into the rear end of the car as they sped away. Red turned her head as the blonde male pulled a phone from the breast pocket of his button up shirt. She watched as he quickly punched in a number and hit dial. Little did he know that Red has slowly pulling out her Rhino revolver while he was making said call. "Falco? I need a ducking point.", the blonde male spoke over the phone. There was a pause as he listened in. "Broker? The garage? Alright then", he said before hanging up. His ears picked up on a distinctive click. He turned to see that Red was now holding her cocked Rhino revolver which she pressed into the side of his head. "I'm fairly certain that your boss knew Mr. Fu already entered a plea agreement and was under police protection.""I didn't know...", the blonde replied with an uneasy tone. "Obviously since you showed up anyway but that doesn't matter at this point.", Red said twisting her revolver's muzzle in his temple, "Here's how this will play out for you. You will duck the police and you will go to Wong asking for both our shares and ask for interest because of this little fluke. I figure $20,000 ought to do. Since I already know that I'm getting payed 20 for this I expect 30 from you at the drop point as per the original agreement. Is this understood", Red spoke. "Yeah...", the blonde agreed. Red pulled her revolver away, "Cheer up you're getting a bonus.", she retorted sitting back comfortably in her seat. As the blonde pulled through Industrial and sped across the bridge to Broker entering Meadow parks, and cutting through a recreational park instead of standing off at the police blockades that were set up at the roads after getting off the bridge. The car slid and fishtailed as the Challenger's tires hit grass off the sides of the walk but the blonde was very skilled at this and maneuvered the Challenger through the opening in the concrete wall that surrounded the park speeding off down the street. Faster. Faster. Faster. His speed adjusted from 70 to 120mph. He saw the semi tractor trailers that were in place to block the police. As he sped past the semis moved forward blocking the entire street innocently looking like a semi turning into the street. They obscured police view from a three way intersection. He turned violently and turned once more into a open garage. The car came to a screeching halt, and the shutter door closed swiftly. The people inside the garage began to flag him into an underground port that was cleverly disguised as a hydraulic lift. The bottom part of the lift raised up and revealed the hiding space underneath. The blonde drove the Challenger into the ramped hiding spot in which the lift lowered concealing the spot entirely.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:27 pm
SWAT Sergeant Matthew "Matt" Conner
Special Weapons and Tactics Team 3 H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ MAGPUL Custom M4A1 CQBR Assault RifleL o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ In Hot Pursuit with Suspects in Schlotter"...Regular Cops are merciful..." The Sergeant quickly gained a visual on the suspects car and floored the Interceptor. He was planning to PIT the suspect car, and quickly subdue the suspect but as soon as the Semi blocked his view he hit the brakes. The large interceptor came to a screeching halt and the Sergeant climbed out. "What the ******** were you thinking you ******** idiot!!" He screamed slamming his fist into the door of the now stopped semi. The Driver yelled back and the Sergeant turned around and cursed under his breath. "Chase is over on my end. I lost the Suspect. Some jackass in a Semi cut my view of the suspect off. Suspects are gone.. Im heading back to the department get some rest. Maybe another call will come in.." He said over his radio. The Citizens of the city were just standing around watching the pissed off man dressed in full Combat Gear yell into his radio and at the Semi Driver. He hated the drivers of the city, most wouldn't pull over if there was another North Hollywood Shootout. "What are you looking at?!" He yelled looking at the citizens who were standing still watching the Sergeant. "Kenny, Get a visual on the suspect, I want this b*****d found. I peppered the rear end of the vehicle so just be on the lookout would you." He said before climbing back into the Cruiser and cutting the loud sirens, but leaving the lightbar flashing as he slammed the door closed and headed down the road, forcing the Crown Victoria to a 70 Miles Per Hour speed. He watched the road, avoiding tunnel vision like most officers had in a high speed pursuit. Soon enough four other LCPD Cruisers were speeding past him going to highest speed a Crown Victoria V8 could go, 180MPH. He laughed to himself, the Officers wouldn't catch the suspects, there's no way in hell. "...SWAT is merciless..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 4:39 pm
 Captain Alyssa Vladimir "The Mother of Cruelty" H e a l t h███████████████ █ 100%A m m u n i t i o n███████████████▌▌ 100%C u r r e n t W e a p o n███████████████▌▌ UnarmedL o c a t i o n███████████████▌▌ Hangar of the Dragon Lady: Seven Miles off of the Coast of Bohan"...Родина-мать бросила меня..." Alyssa sighed to herself as the Hangar filled with sparks and other tools. "Получить хип в воздухе! Кто-то умер в своем отеле, и я хочу исследовать это." [Get the Hip up in the air! Someone died in my Hotel and I want to investigate this.] The tall Russian woman yelled as she looked at the Mi-24 Hind that was quickly coming along, the Rocket mounts were modified to fit the American AIM-9 Sidewinder Air to Air Missiles the organization had seized from an American Cargo ship the group had raided. The men quickly ran up a staircase that led from the Hangar of the ship which had been a cargo bay for shipping containers. There was still shipping containers on the ship but the bay for them had been cleared out for a hangar. But the Mi-8 Hip was located ontop of a Helipad on the bow of the ship. The Russians had done alot of work on the ship, including torpedo launchers on it. The thing was virtually unsinkable unless some Airstrike or Nuke had happened. But that would be highly unlikely. From just a glance the Ship looked like a regular Cargo ship just waiting to dock. Not a base of Operations for a large Criminal Organization. "I need a drink.." She said pressing her hand against her head, the welding and sounds of tools had given her a large headache. Sometimes she hated being in the organization but then again she was rich as well as had a several million dollar bounty on her head. She quickly scaled the stairs and shielded her eyes from the harsh sun. She had overheard a group of her Soldiers talking about someone killing a man inside her hotel and she didn't take kindly to people intruding on her territory. She quickly walked towards the Bow of the ship and saw that a typical Russian camouflaged Mi-8 Hip Troop Transport Helicopter armed with .50 Caliber KORD Heavy Machine Guns and four S8 Rocket Pods mounted to it's wings. She quickly climbed in and grabbed her AK-74 off of a seat on the Helicopter she had left there after an operation inside the city. "Get a team together. Get 4th Platoon from the Russian Roulette down here. I need some firepower and Im going to track this son of a b***h down and slit their damned throats." She told the Lieutenant who had been commanding the boat ever since they had stolen it. The Lieutenant nodded and saluted as the Mi-8 lifted off of the Helipad and towards the city. "...The Motherland Abandoned me..."
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:48 pm
Location: Safehouse, Schottler "You really did deserve that bonus", Red commented as she lit up a thin cigarillo, after exiting the ruined muscle car into the hideaway and walked around the Challenger to the trunk where the trunk was already popped. From the trunk she pulled out a backpack which had her signature attire zipped away inside. Red pulled out her Chiappa Rhino pulling the cocking lever back and pulled the trigger to decock it. An interesting little revolver she picked along her way. It was smaller than a conventional .357 magnum snub, boasted a 2 inch barrel in the same package as a one inch conventional snub and it was reliable hence why she chose it over a conventional. The blonde man stepped out of the car as the small girl unzipped the backpack and pulled out the blood red dress and boots. Red laid her cigarillo on the edge of the trunk's opening and started to undress. The blonde looked away as Red put her naked body on display without so much as a hint of care. She slipped into the red dress and buttoned it up rolling her shoulders to get the feel of the tight fabric against her skin just right before picking up the cigarillo and taking a puff as she slipped into the matte black custom made strapped leather knee high boots. The blonde cleared his throat hinting a social cue which made Red look his way. She took a drag off the cigarillo and exhaled, "You're uncomfortable about though oddly attracted by it. Stop being a p***y about it. Either hint at nothing or go with it.", she said in an accusing tone in which the blonde turned around with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, "Excuse me!?"Red stood up after fastening the last strap on her boots and looked at the blonde with a lazy eyes accompanied with a small smirk while taking another drag off her cigarillo, "You heard me. Either shut up, bend me over this car or ask me out if you want to be polite", she said plainly tapping the rear side panel of the car egging on a point. "You're ******** disgusting.", the blonde scoffed "That makes two of us. At least I'm comfortable with being that way.", Red retorted turning to her bag and zipping it up.
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