Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 26, 2012 23:08:23 GMT -6
Slinging the pump action shotguns, he started moving along as they slipped into an old underground subway terminal; kicking open the gate before waiting for Michael to walk through as he closed it once more. Flipping on the light, Jack moved off into the old security office as he set down the rifles before sitting down; "Good chances are that they'd be posting our faces all over the place...need to find a Ha La Tha gun dealer and steal his guns."
Flipping the safety on, he noticed Michael ripping the red cross off of the bag as he started patching himself up; knowing right now that they were under the radar and even more this gave them the chance to get some rest.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 26, 2012 23:24:01 GMT -6
Opening the bag, he pulled out the pain killers and a few other things needed to numb the pain as he checked over his chest as he noticed most of his ribs were bruised with two ribs broken. Setting his jacket down with his shirt on top of it before grabbing the ace bandage to wrap up his mid section to ensure his ribs were safe. Slipping back on his shirt, he set the glock down as he turned to Jack; "There's usually a dealer on 103rd street and we can get him but need to shorten the barrels on the shotguns and I'm sure his showroom isn't too far."
Handing him over a medical saw, he started work on one of the shotguns as he started work on sawing off the barrel.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 27, 2012 1:08:25 GMT -6
Sawing off the first barrel, he placed it inside the jacket along with 12 rounds for a complete reload as he slipped it on; "I've got contacts in the Ha La Tha that can pull the gun dealer out of hiding," picking up the Glock as he inserted the clip before handing it over to Michael, "the gun dealer will have two soldiers with him...don't kill the gun dealer but disable him and I'll make the phone call to my contact."
Pulling out his cell phone, he stood in the darkness as he called one of the top lieutenants he knew to setup the meeting and even more give him some vital intelligence on the Ha La Tha activity in the city.
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Post by Ha'La Tha Gangster on Jul 27, 2012 1:33:21 GMT -6
Sergeant Scott BrennerReceiving a phone call from one of the top Lieutenants, Scott stepped out with showroom as he called over his soldiers as they headed to the alley way on 103rd street. Checking over his rifle, he loaded up his M-4 as he nodded to his soldiers as they loaded up their MP7's.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 27, 2012 10:30:41 GMT -6
Placing the pistol at the center of his back as he pocket the clip, slipping on his coat before hiding the medical bag into one of the lockers as he started over to Jack. He was still in pain yet they weren't going to do much with shotguns considering shotguns were mid range and quite loud where they preferred stealth. Starting out of the subway station, they started towards 103rd street where they spotted the gun dealer with the pair of soldiers; stepping forward as the soldiers moved to either side. Giving the hand signal, Jack soon took out the soldiers as Michael shot the man in his leg; "Going to need you to open up your showroom," dragging him over garage door as he placed the man's hand on the scanner as the door popped open before killing the man. Tossing the man into a dumpster, he started inside as they noticed shelves filled with weapons and enough weapon crates to resupply an army as he picked up an M14 EBR before turning to Jack; "Find a suit and pick your rifles its time to assault the Ha'La Tha headquarters here in the city and send this branch into pure chaos," walking over to the closet as he laid out a pair of suits as he spotted Jack going over to the shower.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 27, 2012 15:14:42 GMT -6
Picking up a fresh black suit with everything included as he picked up a pair of holsters, walking towards the shower as he hung it up as he tossed his old clothing aside. Stepping into the shower, feeling old wounds as he checked over his ribs as he noticed that they were bruised before washing himself off and stepping out. Keeping his boots, he slipped into the suit as he clipped the holsters on before grabbing he fine which might have been made on Tauron and not a replication. Hitting a button on his way out, a pair of vehicles came out from an underground garage as he turned to Michael who was already in his suit; "A vehicle each and load them down with ammunition and weapons...good chances are the Ha La Tha uses this little storage space for normal operations." Opening the trunk, he laid down all the seats as he applied cloths to darken the interior and keep the wondering eyes away as he opened the passenger doors to set down crates of ammunition. Wondering through what could only be called an armory, he began picking up M-4's, various SMG's along pistols and even explosives before pulling out a blanket to cover all of it followed by packs filled with MRE's, spare clothing and even radios fitted for them. Closing the hatch as he looked up at the news, "Looks like we're back under the radar can't run into the cops again."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 27, 2012 16:37:37 GMT -6
Checking over his suit as he strapped on his hip holsters and shoulder holsters as he slid Walter P99's into the holsters along with 2 spare clips per pistol. Fixing his coat, he walked over to the other vehicle as he opened the back followed by lowering the seats and adding the same cloth over the back windows. Placing down crates filled with .50 caliber ammunition as well with a few small calibers before closing the doors. Walking to the other end of the showroom, he pulled over a cart as he began stacking boxes containing sniper rifles but keeping up with mostly .50 caliber types considering the damage the round can contribute to the human body or anything else for that matter. Filling the cart with over 50 rifles, he took it back over to the car as he and Jack laid the rifles down before covering the back with a black blanket as they set down a few more packs to ensure they had enough food to stay out till all the fighting was over with. Opening the garage doors, they synced up their radios before driving out; maintaining a tight formation as they drove through the traffic to the busy downtown area. Remembering how the city was nearly a decade ago, the Ha La Tha still maintains tight security especially around a single building. Driving into the back alley of another building a bit taller than the target but also to hide the vehicles, he opened up the back as he set his jacket and hat aside before making his way to the back of the car. Pulling out a pair of sniper rifles as well as a small messenger bag holding 30 magazines which he wasn't going to use them all, "I'll cover you and take out most of the guards but get in the building and start taking them out floor by floor...I'll take out the Don in charge of the city and work my way down," patting him as he started into the building with his rifles slung over his shoulders and his pistol in hand.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 27, 2012 17:11:49 GMT -6
Parking behind Michael, he placed his hat in the passenger's seat but kept his jacket on as he reached into the back to pull out a rifle he had used in the past as well as a small pack containing extra magazines and explosives. Listening to Michael, he screwed on the suppressor before starting to the edge of the alley way as he slipped in his earpiece to hear the signal. Taking aim at the first soldier, he soon heard the signal with the high power rifle taking out the soldiers as they attempted to mount a defense but failed. Sprinting across the street, he kept his rifle pointed forward as he ran through the glass door; spraying bullets into the soldiers behind the counter before moving on to the next room. Keeping down to a cluster, he soon cleared out the lobby before moving on to the next floor; already hearing the sound of the sniper rifle as it tore into the glass building.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 28, 2012 20:11:49 GMT -6
Stopping near the top floor, Michael pulled out a rifle he had experience with in the past as he loaded up the magazine before placing down a small pack on the barrel to keep it stable. Pulling back the bolt, he estimated the distance and air speed as he had the Don in his sights before firing the round; Watching it race towards the Don but at the last second a member of the inner circle got in the way as the bullet impacted him. Deciding it was best he lit up the entire floor, he began marking down targets before firing at them as his mind marked down each target. Figuring the Don was behind a wall, he fired into the wall as he noticed the Don bleeding out as he tapped his radio before packing up the M14A4, he started down the stairway as he kept his rifle in hand; "Don is down along with the inner ring moving down one floor and resetting." Setting the rifle aside as he pulled out the M107 with the magazine as he opened fire on more, sending the larger .50 caliber rounds racing through the floor as the soldiers assisted with bullets ringing out. Taking cover, a raptor raced over the building as the mini guns went off with bullets shredding into the interior. Taking aim, he fired two rounds into the canopy as the pilot lost control and collided the raptor into the building.
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 28, 2012 22:08:47 GMT -6
Tossing several flash bangs into the room, he closed the door as a blinding white light shown through before entering the room as he took out the Ha La Tha soldiers one by one while Michael continued assaulting the upper floors as he pulled out what G-4 he had as he made a large X followed by detonating it as soldiers dropped down onto the floor before soon meeting bullets. Tossing up smoke grenades, he sat back and camped as soldiers fell down only to be met with bullets as he heard the bullets from Michael get closer and closer.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 29, 2012 20:32:50 GMT -6
Changing out his magazine, he picked up a fresh one but before he could take aim back onto the building, glancing over his shoulder as he saw the most interesting thing. It wasn't a regular Cylon Centurion yet it had small tattoos on it as if the Ha La Tha got their hands on it and now it was behind him with a sniper rifle in its hands. Grabbing onto his rifle that was holding onto the table, the Centurion tossed him through the drywall as he crashed onto the floor with the bullets from his magazine all over the ground. Manually inserting the round into the chamber, he rolled out of the way as he accidentally squeezed the trigger and hit the Centurion in the ankle; knowing he now needed to grab more bullets for more shots. Slinging his rifle, he pulled out his pistol as he fired back for just enough time to pick up five bullets before running out of bullets in his pistol; tossing it aside as another bullet whizzed over his head. Kicking down a door, Michael loaded up the rifle as the Centurion came out of the room, hitting him in the chest twice as the Centurion dropped down onto the floor before getting back up. Loading up the last of his bullets, he fired one into the Centurions' leg before it tossed him through a door as he impacted the window with it shattering behind him. Dropping his rifle, he held onto the metal frame as he reached down at his pistol, shooting out the window below as he dropped down before the Centurion could open fire on him. Taking off his vest, he tore it open as he wrapped it around his bloody hands before picking up his pistol again; ejecting the clip only to replace it. Tapping his radio, he heard the Centurion walking above him as he heard it head for the stairway; "Finish up over there and I need help here...we need to disable this Centurion not destroy."
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 29, 2012 21:00:35 GMT -6
Finishing off the last of the Ha La Tha soldiers, he set his empty Kriss Super V aside before switching over to his other rifle as he flipped the safety off of it. The rifle he now had was just called M for the fact its an unofficial rifle, a rifle that shouldn't exist but it was created by early Terran Intelligence to hide the round type from the rest of the planet. Kicking into the door, Jack started his way up as he heard gun fire but kept his eye out till he was stopped by a Ha La Tha soldier in armor; not pausing as he emptied the magazine into the man's head. The glass helmet was shattered and the man behind it was dead; ejecting his magazine only to replace it as he ran into Michael, "I'll provide cover but your .50 caliber rifle must be still up stairs considering your other rifle was on the ground." Taking aim as the Centurion came out, firing into the Centurions knee's while Michael rushed to get around it but Jack knew he could only hold the Centurion for so long but the larger caliber rifles could tear it down.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Jul 29, 2012 22:13:29 GMT -6
Running up the stairs, Michael skid around the corner as he went into his previous room to pick up his messengers bag and the M107. Checking the magazine and the chamber, he had enough to take down the Centurion as he started down the stairs before tearing into the Centurion; only 3 bullets put it down before slinging the rifle. Taking the Centurion's rifle, he noticed something along the right shoulder blade as he whispered to Jack; "Alex gave the Ha La Tha Centurions in turn any results would be sent to him about improving the Centurions...he's profiting from this war," sliding the rifle over to Jack as started zip tying the arms and legs, "help me get this thing to I guess your truck."
Lifting the front end, they carefully took the Centurion down the stairs and outside as they placed it in the back of the vehicle before covering over it; "We'll finish our work in the city and get a private shuttle up to the Atlantia with this in a crate so Daniel can analyze it."
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 30, 2012 0:51:52 GMT -6
Placing a massive black cover over the Centurion after strapping it down onto the floor board, setting down his rifle as he heard sirens in the distance; "I'll follow you out but since we chopped off the head then the soldiers here have no one to report to which means pure chaos," closing the back of the SUV before walking over to his Drivers side door. Spotting Michael climbing into his vehicle, they started down the road passing by the police as they headed to the gun battle they had just finished.
Taking the lead, Jack drove through the downtown traffic as the sun began to lower as he headed for one of his own safe houses which right now would be safer than an alley way. Typing his code into a display almost 20 miles from the old Ha La Tha battle sight, they drove into a garage that he used mostly to lie low nothing more nothing less.
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Post by Ha'La Tha Gangster on Jul 30, 2012 1:31:35 GMT -6
Ha La Tha SniperReceiving word that the Thrax brothers were on the move, he knew of Jack's safe house considering it was one of the few single story buildings left in the city. Pulling out his modified M107 with the explosive rounds, he carefully took aim as he spotted the smaller SUV pulling in as he opened fire; taking out the back tires right away as he began lighting up the safe house. He couldn't see the occupants inside but knew eventually he would hit something and even more something explosive would take out the safe house for him.
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