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12-31-2009, 03:47 PM | #61 |
Darth_Henning
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Did someone say more story?
11/18/2031 - Big Ben Tunnels Under Buckingham Palace, London Who the hell designed this place, wondered Firefly to himself. A drunken lab rat could have come up with a less confusing maze than they've got under this city. He paused to consult his Blackberry again. Left. Shaking his head, he cautiously rounded the corner, and squeezed two shots off into the back of another palace security guard. This shouldn't have been so difficult. Get in, set the bomb, get out, blow it up. Five of the six bombs were set though, and there wasn't anyone alive who could find what Firefly hid. Still, something bothered him, who was that SAS* trooper? He'd almost seemed to know what was going on. Well, Firefly smirked, he had until he took half a cartridge in the chest. He wouldn't be telling anyone anything. That's all that was important. Firefly paused once more to check his exit map. Still 100 meters inside the blast radius, and yet he had over a kilometer to go to get out. He paused. Ah fuck it. Grabbing a pack of C4 from his belt. He slapped it to the ceiling, and carefully inserted a timer into one end. 30 seconds. He ducked back around the corner. What did it matter now if there was panic in the streets, there would be when the place crumbled anyway, and this way it would help cover his escape. 5...4...3... He dodged just in time as bullets tore through the space where his head had been a minute ago. 2... What the hell? That man should be dead! Firefly grabbed the SMG hanging at his hip and triggered another burst towards the SAS trooper he'd left for dead back in the palace. Well, he wouldn't make that mistake again. 1... Firefly threw himself behind a pipe just as the explosion ripped apart the tunnel to the left of him. The SAS trooper wasn't as lucky. So long sucker, Firefly thought, and charged towards the hole in the ceiling. He grabbed hold of some protruding re-bar to haul himself up through to the city street, when something heavy crashed into him from behind. "Your a stubborn one aren't you?" Firefly asked, kicking the SAS trooper in the face. "Not as stubborn as you mate." Firefly's hand gripped his pistol, and fired off a trio of bullets into the trooper's hip through the bottom of the holster. The man grunted, but let go. With his opponent blocking the exit Firefly dogged around the next corner and headed towards his original exit, leaving his incapacitated opponent behind him. ----------------------------------------------------------- The SAS trooper picked himself up, and leaned against the wall. His gun was lost somewhere in the rubble, but that had never stopped him before. Behind him came a voice of one of his men, "Sergent Bennett, are you alright sir?" "I'll live soldier." Hand me that, he said, gesturing towards the trooper's gunbelts and light machine gun. "Sir?" "That's an order Mr. Ferreira." Taking the first of the gunbelts from the trooper, Sgt. Bennett wrapped it tightly around his calf where the bullets from the terrorist's gun had torn through flesh and muscle, cutting of the bleeding. He stepped experimentally on the leg, and found he could walk, if painfully. He threw the second belt over his shoulder and took the proffered gun. "Oh, and Stephen, would you kindly get someone to deactivate those bombs he left?" "Someone's already...er...working on it sir." Bennett started on his way, then paused, "what aren't you telling me?" "Well...er...the guy who's doing it looks like he out of a bad science fiction film. All dressed in green, and well...I'm not really sure he should be handling explosives..." "Why not?" "Well, he's kinda...clumsy." "Define clumsy." "He tripped, knocked over a couch, and tore a tapestry...while attempting to bow to King Harry." "Oh lord. Then I'd better get this ruddy bastard fast hadn't I?" "Good luck sir." "Thanks Stephen. Try to keep the palace intact." "I'll do my best sir." ----------------------------------------------------------- A few hundred meters away Firefly was taking wire-cutters to an old rusted grate. The only obstacle that stood between him and a straight path to freedom from the tunnels, and his escape. His bolt cutters were almost dulled by the rusty old gate, but after a few minutes work he was able to shoulder it open and crawl through. He paused to check his blackberry once more. Only 50 meters until he was well outside the blast radius. Good. He could trigger it, steal a motorbike and get away in the ... did I just say motorbike? Firefly though to himself. I've been here too long. ...steal a motorcycle and get away in the ensuing confusion before anyone could track him. Anyone in any position of authority who might have seen him was already dead and the security systems would be destroyed along with the palace. Now, to find that ladder up the storm sewer and this job was over. That would make up for the failure of those fools who were supposed to hit the palace back in April. Almost out. Ah, here we go. The ladder. Firefly removed a crowbar from his pack to pry off the cover. "FREEZE!" Oh for Cobra's sake....not again. ----------------------------------------------------------- Sgt. Bennett stared down the barrel of the borrowed machine gun at the terrorist. "FREEZE!" "Come quietly and I promise you a fair trial!" The terrorist's only response was to throw something towards the gate Bennett was leaning on for support. He realized too late that it was a flash-bang. The bright light stung his eyes and the sound deafened him. Bennett only hoped it was temporary, those rock concerts of his youth hadn't exactly helped his hearing. Even blindly he squeezed the trigger of the machine gun, hoseing the tunnel with a spray of bullets in the vain hope of at least taking down the terrorist before he could trigger the explosions. Bennett stopped firing to listen, then realized how stupid that was. He remembered the hole in the grate, and slid through it, tripping over an intact bar and sprawling to the ground on the other side. He swore and picked himself up only to receive what felt like a boot in the face. So, the terrorist was still here. A vague recollection of a ladder leading to a sewer grate sprung to mind. The terrorist was trying to get out. Bennett fumbled for his pistol, managing to pull it from his holster. He triggered a flurry of shots towards the fleeing terrorist, hoping that at least a couple would connect. He fired wildly until he was out of bullets, and then propped himself against the sewer wall. Either the terrorist was dead, or he would be soon when the explosives went off and the fire tore through these tunnels. Sgt. Bennett waited. A minute passed, and then a he felt a hand on his shoulder, he grabbed the arm and threw his opponent, and another seized him from behind. Another? But there was... Bennett felt a cold prick on his neck. No...they...he.... Consciousness faded. ----------------------------------------------------------- Bennett's eyes flicked open. He was staring at a ceiling. Not the ceiling of the tunnel he had been in, but...no, that couldn't be right... it looked like a ceiling inside the Palace. A kindly African-American face leaned over him. "You all right Sergent?" "Where is he?" Another face appeared, this one Caucasian with a Canadian accent, "Some of our men are after him." Bennett reached for his pistol, his hand closing on air, "And who precisely...hey, where's my gun?" "You used it on Firefly." The Canadian. "Who?" "The masked man you were chasing. Doc, vitals?" "All clear Hawk. Though I would advise you Sargent Bennett to stay calm and get some rest while your leg heals." Bennett paused, then grunted, "thanks Doc." "Just doing my job." "Rest Sergent," said Hawk, or at least the man Bennett assumed to be 'Hawk', "We have a lot to discuss later." "One question first." "What happened to...Firefly did you call him?" "Our people are in pursuit, but our men got rid of all the explosives before he could set them off. We'll get him. Rest easy soldier. ----------------------------------------------------------- Later that evening, Bennett was walking around the grounds of the Palace. Beside him was the man named Hawk. "Who are you?" Bennett finally asked. "Hawk," the man answered simply. "That doesn't tell me much. What's your affiliation? Unit? MO?" "Classified, Classified, and we're hunting down the people responsible for Black Thursday." "Not classified?" "Only because we want you." Bennett looked at him, "Just like that?" "Yes. Keep in mind, you only get asked once." "What do I need to do." "Say yes, pick a code name, and get on a chopper in the morning." "One condition." "We don't do conditions." "I want to bring a couple men with me." Hawk paused, as if considering this, "send me their dossiers. If we need them, they'll join you on the chopper in the morning." "One last question...er...sir?" "Hawk is fine. But if it makes you feel better, yes, sir is appropriate." "Well sir, what do you mean 'code name'." "Something that we can call you instead of your real name. Your choice." Bennett leaned on the railing at the edge of the garden, staring out across the city, his eyes falling on the Palace of Westminster. He smiled. *SAS = British Special Air Service Code Name: Big Ben File Name: David Bennett Birthplace: Burford, England Rank: E-7 Primary Military Specialty: Infantry Secondary Military Specialty: Subversive Operations --------------------------------------- |
12-31-2009, 03:48 PM | #62 |
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A challenge to joe fans:
1) Who is Mr. Ferreira? 2) Who is dealing with the explosives? |
12-31-2009, 03:51 PM | #63 |
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I`m flattered.
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12-31-2009, 03:53 PM | #64 |
#voteblackjack
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2 is Tripwire
1 is Ambush Great Big Ben story. Since when is Hawk canadian? lol :)
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12-31-2009, 03:57 PM | #65 |
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Yes
No And to think, your supposed to be the file card guy. :D You sir, are a fast reader. Since I felt like it! Colton and Flagg (Sr and Jr) will be American, so I felt some diversity of command staff was needed. You may have noticed, Lifeline and Chuckles also moved north :D Others will be shifting around also as needed to diversify the story. (eg. Dialtone (both Jack and Jill) will be Belgian) |
12-31-2009, 04:01 PM | #66 |
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I know the name, I just can't remember who it is... driving me nuts..
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12-31-2009, 04:03 PM | #67 |
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I'd make a joke, but I know you'd beat me 10 ways of Sunday with other filecard trivia.
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01-01-2010, 12:44 AM | #68 |
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I believe Mr. Ferreria is Shockwave.
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01-01-2010, 01:08 AM | #69 |
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Shockwave is Faria
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01-01-2010, 02:29 AM | #70 |
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a good try, but:
your on the right track though. |
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