PitViper
11-20-2010, 07:55 PM
Joes don't slip up, or miscalculate...this time, they may have.
25 min ago you were a green shirt doing some simple recon with Sgt. Stalker and Shockwave. All you were supposed to do was get inside the abandon warehouse here in the South Bronx N.Y. and check to see if this was where the Cobra cargo had been waiting.
It was. Not much a few crates in a pitch black warehouse where old rusted hoists, broken down forklifts and rats the size of Beagals are strewn about the floor.
As you and Stalker cover Shockwave, he begins to pry the crates open and just then...
Stalker: "Shhh..Sounds like a furnace went on. Gas pipe or something..."
FOOM!!! FOOM!!...FOOOM!!!
The warehouse now glowing bright orange as you look across and see 3 activated B.A.T.s all with flame throwers ignited, blazing..arm outstretched, throttling the flames..
Stalker: "Out the main doors! Move it!!"
The 3 of you sprint towards the exit and just then....PFFFT!!! PFFFFFT! PFFFFT!!....Arrows, about 10 of em stuck halfway into the ground, missing your feet by an inch. You look up and glowing from the B.A.T. flame are about 6 Night Creepers squating in the rafters.
Exits are sealed.
Shockwave: "Follow me down here!"
You scramble to follow Shockwave and take cover in a small corridor littered with old tool boxes, rusted steel and anvils. It's a small space your backs are literally against the walls.
There is no sound, but you still see the flaming light.
Stalker: Lock and load boys, we're cornerd.
You hold still and aim straight ahead as you can hear rats squealing and the deep voices of "Hail Cobra!" getting louder...closer. Vipers? Troopers?....Either way it's a trap, they knew you were comming and you're outnumbered.
Time for final stands...
Shockwave: "All we gotta do is hold it down for a bit, stay hidden...Duke says him and 4 others on their way!!"
You sit still waiting for your back up to help even these ridiculous odds....
...who are you hoping Duke brought along for the ride? What 4 other Joes can help fight you out of this situation?
25 min ago you were a green shirt doing some simple recon with Sgt. Stalker and Shockwave. All you were supposed to do was get inside the abandon warehouse here in the South Bronx N.Y. and check to see if this was where the Cobra cargo had been waiting.
It was. Not much a few crates in a pitch black warehouse where old rusted hoists, broken down forklifts and rats the size of Beagals are strewn about the floor.
As you and Stalker cover Shockwave, he begins to pry the crates open and just then...
Stalker: "Shhh..Sounds like a furnace went on. Gas pipe or something..."
FOOM!!! FOOM!!...FOOOM!!!
The warehouse now glowing bright orange as you look across and see 3 activated B.A.T.s all with flame throwers ignited, blazing..arm outstretched, throttling the flames..
Stalker: "Out the main doors! Move it!!"
The 3 of you sprint towards the exit and just then....PFFFT!!! PFFFFFT! PFFFFT!!....Arrows, about 10 of em stuck halfway into the ground, missing your feet by an inch. You look up and glowing from the B.A.T. flame are about 6 Night Creepers squating in the rafters.
Exits are sealed.
Shockwave: "Follow me down here!"
You scramble to follow Shockwave and take cover in a small corridor littered with old tool boxes, rusted steel and anvils. It's a small space your backs are literally against the walls.
There is no sound, but you still see the flaming light.
Stalker: Lock and load boys, we're cornerd.
You hold still and aim straight ahead as you can hear rats squealing and the deep voices of "Hail Cobra!" getting louder...closer. Vipers? Troopers?....Either way it's a trap, they knew you were comming and you're outnumbered.
Time for final stands...
Shockwave: "All we gotta do is hold it down for a bit, stay hidden...Duke says him and 4 others on their way!!"
You sit still waiting for your back up to help even these ridiculous odds....
...who are you hoping Duke brought along for the ride? What 4 other Joes can help fight you out of this situation?