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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 21:26:35 GMT -8
Shrouded in the darkness of a collapsed overpass in what used to be down town Long Beach, Delilah lifted her hand to tap the bluetooth device attached to her ear and whispered into the mic. "Cain. Birch. Are you in position?"
"Affirmative."[/i]
"Affirmative."[/i]
Good. These men we're stating to sound like soldiers and less like man-children (in Birch's case anyway). "Roger. I'm in position near the main walk way. Tell me when Barker patrols start heading my way. Do you copy?"
"Copy."[/i]
"Copy."[/i]
Delilah lowered her hand and began to watch the people go by beneath her as she watched from a story above the rabble from a niche within the ruined concrete, unseen. She was dressed in a ratty long sleeve shirt and torn blue jeans with a hood pulled up over her head. She looked less like a Crow and more like the civilians moving below her. Birch and Cain were dressed similarly, although Birch was lounging on the balcony of an apartment building a half mile East of her position and Cain was pretending to beg for food a little ways South-West.
Their mission was simple: note and observe the amount of Barker presence in the down town and Rolling Hills areas (where Sergei had been for the last two hours on the roof of a building). Combat wasn't permitted, but the group had enough experience to be able to act without weapons if they needed to, though Delilah thought they wouldn't. Sergei himself was well trained in reconnaissance, and thusly was able to cover an area by himself. Birch and Cain, though...they still needed supervision.
So the four waited, watching carefully for signs of a strong Barker presence in the area.[/size]
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:08:10 GMT -8
Indeed there was a large Barker presence. At least three patrols every two hours.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 20:32:57 GMT -8
Cain was the first to note the patrols, discreetly turning his head to the side as he reported the information.
“Barker is on the move, repeat, Barker is on the move, one squad headed North and East to your position, boss.”[/i]
“Ooooh~ thing's are starting to get interesting.”[/i]
“Quiet, Birch. How many?”
“They passed by a block away and I only caught the tail end of the group.”
“That's fine, they're headed my way so I'll count them when they show up. Sergei, can you give me a ball park of numbers you've seen in platoons in your area?”[/size]
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 10, 2012 15:58:25 GMT -8
Sergei has seen eight to a platoon of Barker forces on average.
The troop coming towards delilah has exactly ten though, five normal suited Barker soldiers and four expiraments. Though near the front of them, would be a tall gentleman, dark brown hair going down to his jawline. Skin rather pale, tribal tattooes covering his chest and arms, while all he wears is a black vest unzipped, a pair of cargo pants, combat boots, and some rather brutal looking gloves.
It was none-other than Sean Barker, the man himself.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 10, 2012 18:53:01 GMT -8
"Groups of eight per platoon, three rotatink per hour, over."
"Roger. Thank you, Sergei."
"Pozhaluysta." <you're welcome.>.
She waited, watching to the South entrance of the pathway beneath the fallen over-pass for the oncoming Barker soldiers. She didn't have to wait long: her sharp blue eyes picked up the troop starting up the walkway.
"Patrol spotted," she whispered, "Group of eight to ten people, minimum of two experiments." A pause. "Ten people total, four confirmed experiments and five infantry....wait..."
Delilah squinted and leaned forward slightly to get a better look. The size of the group didn't quite fit with the other reports being given. Normally she would have dismissed this, but because there were experiments within the group, the size made it almost seem like a security detail.
If this was, in fact, a security detail, than the VIP was most likely in the centre of the group...but as her eyes roamed the platoon as they came closer to her hidden perch, her eyes locked onto a man she knew all too well.
"No..."
Delilah had never seen Sean Barker in person before, but she knew him by his description, mainly by the tribal tattoos covering his bare arms and chest. And here he was, walking brazenly about in broad daylight, dressed simply as though he didn't have to impress anyone, and walking through the devastated world he created as though he owned it all.
The old anger dwelling inside her went from 0 - 85 at the sight of him, flipped on like a high-voltage switch. Her Qi engaged of it's own accord, and she could feel the metal slithering all over her body under her clothes.
Her voice hushed and shaky, she forced herself to speak. "It's him."
"Him who?"
"Barker."
"WHAT?!"
"Are you sure?!|"
"Oh, it's him." she hissed, her burning eyes never leaving his form as the platoon came closer. The knuckles on her hands were suddenly very itchy.
"Orders?"
It only took a split second for her to decide, but she had to admit the temptation was there: they were four highly trained combatants who had managed to infiltrate known Barker territory undetected, though she was aware they wouldn't be anywhere near a match for him. For catch or kill the man who had nuked the whole world, though...that was a chance worth dying for.
Still she had her orders.
"Nothing. We have our instructions."
"Laaaame."
"Why the hell not!?"
"Because I said so. Anything else you'd like to add? He's getting close and I'm going to go silent until I'm sure he's passed."
"You know we probably won't get another opportunity like this."
Delilah sighed. In her heart, she agreed with Sergei. Too bad that didn't matter. "...I know. Going dark, over."
She sat, watching intently, a sense of unease growing deep in the pit of her stomach. She was sure she was safe, as high up as she was, hidden in the shadows, silent as the grave. While she didn't know what this man was capable of, she had a feeling that being in such close proximity to a man like him was not a good idea.
So, her eyes hounded Barker as he passed by, loathing him with every fibre of her being and keeping as still as humanly possible.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 9:51:52 GMT -8
Barker was obviousely enjoying himself, looking about that which was his. He didn't believe anyone would be foolish enough to be in his territory that was an enemy. Yet, if they where it wasn't like they could do anything.
They'd pass by after some moments and go about their patrol... More like flaunt of power.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 13:21:34 GMT -8
Delilah sat there, watching as Barker passed, stewing in her hate and fury. Externally, she was little more than the stone around her, unmoving and serene. On the inside, however, her logical mind and her desire for vengeance were warring with each other. She obviously couldn't fight Barker, for more reasons than one, or do anything that would endanger the civilians or the rest of her team...
But Sergei was right. They might never get this chance again. She had to do something.
After the patrol was a good distance ahead of her, Delilah slid down off her perch and walked around the pillar through the shadows before slipping into the crowd, matching the pace of those following him.
Let's see what he's up to.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 16:08:09 GMT -8
Barker was headed south with his patrol... Something important to Delilah was south. Near the coast line.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 16:38:01 GMT -8
After a time, Delilah began noticing certain landmarks as they passed and panic welled up in her chest.
"Oh God," she said under her breath.
"What? What is it?"
She pulled into an abandoned side alley and quickened her pace. "We're headed south,"
"WHAT, you left your post?!"
"To follow Barker, yes, and now we are headed South."
It took a moment of static from the other end of the line for that to fully sink in.
"Oh, FUCK.[/b]"[/color] "Goddammit!""We're aborting the mission, we already have the intel we need. Sergei, I want you to raise control immediately and tell them Barker is on the move and that he is headed South then head back to the 'Nest. do you copy?""Copy, ma'am.""Birch, Cain, you two head to the perimeter of our territory. Be smart, step lively, and don't be seen. Copy?""We copy.""Good luck, boss."They sounded harried and serious. She was getting more and more impressed with her men by the minute. Delilah was now side-by-side with Barker's group. Although there were buildings between them, she was darting in and out of shadows to avoid being seen, timing her movement with theirs. She moved as silently as possible, hoping to catch snippets of conversation that might give her clues as to what Barker was up to.[/size] EDIT:
Summary:
Sergei radioing ahead to Crows to inform them of the situation.
Cain and Birch taking individual methods to get back to the 'Nest before Barker.
Delilah tailing the group, trying to be unseen.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 16:42:03 GMT -8
One thing she would be able to catch.
"And where is Patches, I do miss his company."
Barker would say to one of his lackies.
"Currently with the leader of Facility six investigating a disturbance at the ruins of 259."
And from there she would catch a rather worry free pouting Barker.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 11, 2012 17:18:49 GMT -8
Delilah
She blinked at the exchange, finding it irrelevant except for the mention of a facility...the 'sixth'. There was more than one?! Good Lord, this was getting worse by the minute. There seemed to be an incident happening at the ruins of the old school as well, but she didn't know what to do about it.
"Birch, change of plans: get over to the school ruins. Something is going on there. Check it out."
"Aye aye, mon capitan.".
Starting to feel a little desperate, Delilah looked at the path ahead, trying to calculate how much time they had before Barker would reach Crows' territory.
Sergei
The weathered Russian man was sprinting full tilt across the city's roof tops to where he had hidden his bike, talking into the blue-tooth with only a slight amount of breathlessness in his voice.
"Control, do you read? This is Sergei of Tengu Company. Code Red: Barker is on the move and headed to Crow controlled lands, repeat, Barker is on the move and headed to Crow controlled lands. Notify Zeroes Akechi and Winters immediately. Do you copy?"
"Copy, relaying to the Zeroes now, over and out."
"Slava Bogo <praise God>" He scrambled down a fire escape and pulled his bike out from the interior of the dumpster, started it and took off for the Crows' territory.
Birch and Cain
Meanwhile, the two other members of Delilah's group were skulking through the Barker territory, ignoring the obstructions of the ruins and simply going above, under, around or through them without a second thought, both of whom going their separate ways.
Birch was headed to the ruins of #259 while Cain was headed back to the base alone. Fortunately, he was the most street savvy of his entire group, and he knew all the tricks and shortcuts to get somewhere quickly.
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