Lieutenant Walker, paratrooper
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Information is sketchy at best. The enemy? You don't know, apparently some kind of virus is turning the population of Monroeville into homicidal maniacs. Support? None, the ground units haven't answered a single call since sunset. | Information is sketchy at best. The enemy? You don't know, apparently some kind of virus is turning the population of Monroeville into homicidal maniacs. Support? None, the ground units haven't answered a single call since sunset. | ||
| - | You're being deployed to set a foothold in Monroeville. You're to meet near a police station, gather intel on the enemy fortify a position and wait for reinforcements. | + | You're being deployed to set a foothold in Monroeville. You're to meet near a police station, gather intel on the enemy, fortify a position and wait for reinforcements. |
The dark chute over your head deploys silently. As you navigate between the towers of downtown you try to assess the situation on the ground. No lights, no movement, burned car carcasses. | The dark chute over your head deploys silently. As you navigate between the towers of downtown you try to assess the situation on the ground. No lights, no movement, burned car carcasses. | ||
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You brace yourself for the landing. Three, two, one. | You brace yourself for the landing. Three, two, one. | ||
| - | You're on the ground. Quickly you scan the area. No one in sight. You fold the chute and hide it in a trash can | + | You're on the ground. Quickly you scan the area. No one in sight. You fold the chute and hide it in a trash can. |
You're at the corner of Second and Pensilvanya Avenue. You see another chute landing on the roof of a nearby building. The rallye point is twelve blocks south. | You're at the corner of Second and Pensilvanya Avenue. You see another chute landing on the roof of a nearby building. The rallye point is twelve blocks south. | ||
Revision as of 05:18, 30 November 2011
"Go, go, go"
The lieutenant pushes you out of the plane.
Below you can see the lights of Monroeville slowly growing. The night air is lashing against your face.
The briefing was short.
The destruction of Washington and New York was their doing, tonight you bring hell back to them.
Information is sketchy at best. The enemy? You don't know, apparently some kind of virus is turning the population of Monroeville into homicidal maniacs. Support? None, the ground units haven't answered a single call since sunset.
You're being deployed to set a foothold in Monroeville. You're to meet near a police station, gather intel on the enemy, fortify a position and wait for reinforcements.
The dark chute over your head deploys silently. As you navigate between the towers of downtown you try to assess the situation on the ground. No lights, no movement, burned car carcasses.
You brace yourself for the landing. Three, two, one.
You're on the ground. Quickly you scan the area. No one in sight. You fold the chute and hide it in a trash can.
You're at the corner of Second and Pensilvanya Avenue. You see another chute landing on the roof of a nearby building. The rallye point is twelve blocks south.
