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Zion International Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:50 pm
 Chemical Plant (Shown Above)
Elevator to Laboratory Complex # 2Oddly enough the same place that produces the anti biological chemicals for the Dead Factory. Monsters tend to steer clear away from this place because of the industrial fumes given off from the distillation portion of the plant. The factory is comprised of 5 upper levels and one lower level including the elevator that leads into Laboratory Complex # 2.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:06 pm
[Enter from City Streets]
Puskov pulled up the AT-LM into the employee parking lot of the chemical plant which was eerily devoid of zombies roaming around. The Russian shut off the tractor and grabbed his AK-74. He took out the rifle's magazine and grabbed a handful of ammunition from the ammo tin that was open. He spent some time reloading the drum and soon had it fully loaded.
"Welcome to one of the many industrial facilities owned by Zion.", Puskov said reaching under his seat and pulling out a set of waist pouches that held 4 fully loaded 75 AK-74 drums in canvas pouches. The Russian stepped from the tractor pulling his keys with him and fastening the ammo pouches around his waist.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:44 pm
[Entered from City Streets]
"Well now," stepping out with a slight hop down to the ground Balmung slung his bag over his shoulders and held his P90 in front of him. "Before we possibly end up dying to a horde of monsters altered by science whether it was by their choice or not, might I know your name sir?" Balmung didn't mean to pry but it would be much easier to have a name to use instead of just shouting 'hey you' when something had to happen quickly.
"If you don't want me to know your real name yet that's fine but something to call you at all would be nice..." taking the moment to pull out an extra mag for the P-90 he put it in his left front pocket. A red band of tape wround it let him know that this was one of his armor piercing mags and might be helpful since some of the experiments in previous places were showing signs of adapting and even growing armor-like appendages.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:55 pm
The Russian looked to the BSAA man and scratched the side of his head sort of debating in his head whether or not to give him his real name or not. After a second or two he decided it didn't matter if his real name was used. "It's Yevgeny but for you it's probably easier just to call me by my last name, Puskov."The Russian turned and started walking toward the plant before turning back to the agent, "Before I blindly charge into the unknown I'd also like to know the name of who will be accompanying me and what we're doing here.", Puskov inquired.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:01 pm
"Balmung Gruf, most just use my codename though Angel Eyes...I don't care for it much but it sticks with people..." he gave a slight shrug and looked at the impressive structure before him. It was huge not to mention the fact that it was dangerous as hell itself there would surely be more dangerous things in here than most of what roamed the city, hopefully nothing lurked here like what he had heard of from Chris and Jill so many times.
"Well I think it's a beautiful day to die so why waste time eh Puskov?" he gave the man a grin and keeping his weapon at the low and ready started for the front door, normally it would have been locked electronically but he doubted the door would still be in tact.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:21 pm
Puskov shrugged and followed along to the front door of the main employee entrance. Puskov checked the door seeing it was still securely locked electronically. "Hmm...", he trailed before smashing the buttstock into the meshed glass of the door. He reached in and pushed down on the bar on the otherside opening the door.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:34 pm
"Brilliant deduction my dear Puskov, allow me?" Balmung held the door open and looked around the inside there was power still so they wouldn't have to try and rely off flashlights which was good, but how was everything so well in tact if the experiments had broken free? Also if the BSAA was involved then how did they get inside, killing humans wasn't something BSAA allowed even for the sake of investigating bio-weapons manufacturers and dealers. So what on earth was going on... It would take more time to figure out so he merely bit his lip in thought and pressed on into the unknown building.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:58 pm
Puskov started looking around the entrance of the plant and the hallways that lead this way and that way and the cafeteria that was very close to the entrance. He walked around peering in seeing there was rotten lunches on the table tops where the employees must've picked up and evacuated or something else...Something worse. Still as Puskov investigated there was nothing. No sign of life and not even a monster lurkin around. "Have any idea what you're looking for?"
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 12:45 am
"Honestly...not specifically...I need to find something that shows what happened with the BSAA maybe surveillance tapes. Also some sort of record as to what tests were administered to who and why they did it." Balmung looked around a bit horrified it wasn't only unnatural but it was unnerving as well to think of what could have happened here. His thoughts were all just theories at this point but at the same time he hoped that his theories would just be the bad thoughts of a kid after his first horror movie.
"Did you know anyone who worked here personally? Maybe someone we could look for as another survivor?" he really hoped so because at this point the leads were looking few and far in-between and he would need something to show as a sign of what had happened because if what was being spread around the street is what got shown to national news the world could be in more danger than they knew. Because once the BSAA was shut down there would be next to no defense for the worlds people from the new Bio-terrorism threat emerging globally.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:58 am
"Surveillence tapes? Why would the B.S.A.A. attack a chemical factory? I've installed and repaired equipment here I know for a fact this is not where Zion makes their superhumans.", Puskov replied looking around the poster boards hung by the cafeteria entrance until he saw a set of laminated room by room maps of the main building. He pointed to a square on the map marked 2F. "There's your security room.", the Russian pointed out looking around for the closest stairwell or elevator. He started walking to the elevator and pushed the button calling the elevator down.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:40 am
Balmung nodded, "well I'm mostly just going off of what I know from the Racoon City Outbreak but it would seem much more efficient to have your lab close to where you make your products rather than transporting the various viruses over long unsecure distances wouldn't it?" Looking the map over Balmung got a good idea of what was where and letting his P90 hang from the single point sling he reached into his bag and pulled out his note pad scribbling down a note he folded it and slid it under the maps protective laminated cover. "I had a partner but I don't know what happened to them...when we came into the city they stopped communicating with me so hopefully they will come here and find this or us..."
Putting the notepad away he smiled best he could while adjusting his collar with his finger. "Well lets continue so far it's been safe here but I don't know how long that will last so let's take advantage of it best we can Puskov."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 12:35 pm
Puskov pondered on the mentioning of Raccoon City before looking at Balmung again, "I remember hearing about that place in the 90s. It got wiped off the face of the earth like Nagasaki.", Puskov mused before pressing the button for the appropriate floor. Soon he was walking down the 2nd floor until he found the security room he was looking for. He tapped the knob seeing it was securely locked before smashing the door open with the butt of his AK-74. "You know I had a nifty little airgun device that would simply blow the lock out of a door but I've no idea where I left it. Suppose brutality is just as effective."
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 2:37 pm
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 16/30 rounds 0/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 7 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 3 extra M320 rounds
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
 I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags for each type of round. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 4 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
 The sounds of gunshots could be heard from down the hall, followed soon after by an explosion. A wall was blasted inward a mere forty feet down the hall from where Balmung and Puskov were. A bit of smock came from the new hole and a hand gripped the hole in the wall before a heavy looking back with a box and bandellier were tossed out and into the hall. A girlish figure, clad in all kinds of tactical gear stepped from the hole, sputtering a little. "Sunova b***h!" The girl stated clearly to no one how frustrated she was at the moment, as she turned back to look in the hole. As if seeing something REALLY bad, she turned around 180 from the hole and snatched up her bag, starting to hoof it down the hall at Puskov and Balmung. "s**t s**t s**t!" The small string of curses was followed by two B.O.W, both Licker Beta, leaping from hole at where she was, one hitting the wall, digging it's claws into it, and the other skidding across the floor, slashing up the marble tiles. A tongue like tentacle lashed out from the one on the floor and hooked around her ankle and pulled. This caused her to fall flat on her face, and her rifle and bag to fling forward with her already apparent momentum. Both were out of reach. Without any assistance, she probably wasn't going to make it out of this unharmed. Struggling a little, as the other Licker geared up to leap, she managed to turn around and fiddle with the handle of her machete on her back, unsheathing it and taking a half hearted swing at the tongue at her ankle, but again, without help, she might not be able to make it.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 3:00 pm
The Russian engineer turned his gaze toward a rather heavily armed and weighed down woman who was running for her life that was precursed by an explosion and several gunshots. The Russian turned his full attention to the woman as she was chased by creatures the likes of which he'd never seen before. He was frozen just in shock because he'd never seen such things even in this madness of the outbreak. It took him a few seconds to overcome this internal questioning and spring into action. Puskov shot his gunhand forward and reached under the AK-74's stock and switched the bump fire stock to full auto. He did this in the nick of time she was pulled out from under her feet and put onto the ground. Puskov aimed his AK-74 rifle and held the rifle's buttstock against his shoulder. He pulled the trigger and sprayed 5.45mm bullets in the direction of the odd ape like beasts that were attacking the woman. He managed to pump the attacking one with several rounds of 5.45mm putting it down to the point it wasn't going to attack again but was still alive and the other was merely grazed but it squealed out in pain as the bullet did its notorious yawing inside the poin of impact which was the upper chest close to the shoulder. This particular licker leaped toward Puskov in anger once it was shot ignoring Jeane altogether. Regardless of its speed it was gunned down in bump fire and died in a rather painful tumble which probably caused more damage than the AK-74 bullets. The Russian sprang forward to aid the woman kneeling down beside her as the once attacking licker rasped from its afflictions. He pressed the AK-74's barrel to the exposed brain of the licker and ending its life. He turned back to the woman, "You okay? Are you hurt in any other way than the fall?", he asked immediately thinking of infection.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 3:31 pm
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 15/30 rounds 0/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 7 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 3 extra M320 rounds
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags for each type of round. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 4 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
With a grunt, Jeane removed the detached licker tongue from her ankle and crawled to her feet, bending backwards, cracking her spine before rolling her neck. She wiped the blade and put it back where it was supposed to be, and waddled over to her gun and bag, picking both up. "I'm fine, thanks for that." Hopping in place a little she attempted to shake out her woe's, something she did when ever things got rough. With a subtle nod to herself she turned to face the russian, popping a round off into the head of the other Licker that hadn't already had it's brains blown out. "I'm not gunna ask where you got that full-auto SMG if you tell me your name." Her accent wasn't very heavy, despite her nationality, she was very linguistic. She knew french, chinese, and english and could speak all three rather well. "This may be a bio-outbreak but laws still apply once you leave the infected zone." She decided to remind him. Her smirk was obviously apparent as she put down her bag, and offered her hand to shake, though it was her left hand, she hoped he wouldn't mind. She wasn't about to lower her weapon anytime soon after what had just happened. "By the way, there were three of them. I'm not sure where the other one went, but I'm sure all the ruckus will draw it here eventually. I'm Jeane by the way."
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