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2/24/2016 12:46:11 AM
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[b][i]He spots Natalie and Alexandra, each having attained basic 5.56 firing assault rifles. They spot Pavel and anxiously rush over, firing into the crowd to quell the violence of guards trapping the civilians inside. [/i][/b]"Pavel!" [b][i]Natalie screams over the gunfire, Alexandra letting her gun spray the crowd down. [/i][/b]
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Pavel Ducks behind cover and peaks his head around a corner. The wall next to him is stitched by bullets and he turns and double taps the guard running towards him. He turns back, looking at them. "We gotta move ASAP! Head to the armory get your gear back! I'll provide cover, go!"
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"Alright, Nat, you move first!" [b][i]Alexandra screams amidst the uproar of fire, and Natalie starts sprinting. Halfway through the run to the armoury, a single, large .50 bullet slams into her leg, completely shattering her thigh. [/i][/b]"Natalie!" [b][i]Alexandra calls, her throat aching from the sheer loudness of the shriek. She grabs her gun, and pops out of cover, unloading into the crowd. [/i][/b]
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"Hell no, I'm staying with my god damned si-" [b][i]Alexandra says, before Natalie grabs the collar of her suit. [/i][/b]"Get your gear, come back here, and tear these sons of bitches into pieces." [b][i]Natalie says, unusually calmed in the situation, before letting go of Alex, who quickly rushes to the Armoury leaving Pavel and Natalie. [/i][/b]
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Pavel injects her with a painkiller and she feels relief and euphoria. He pours a clotting agent in the wound and applies direct pressure. "It's a shatter, if I had anything to make a splint with I would but you'll be okay if I can stop the bleeding."
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"Ah, well shit. Look, you just go, I can handle myself." [b][i]Nat says, grabbing her .308 rifle from beside her once more. [/i][/b] [u]In the armoury[/u] [b][i]As Alexandra runs and checks each room intently, she stumbles across the armoury. She enters her hulking suit of armour, grabbing each of her weapons and holstering them intently. [/i][/b]
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He grabs her by the shoulders. "Oh no you don't, stay down. Here keep pressure on the wound." The two mercs, Wolfe and Wilson arrive and one tossed Pavel a weapon. The Russian picks it up opens fire on advancing guards.
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[b][i]As Pavel fires, she decides to go against his words. But as she's about to stand, a wall from just behind them suddenly busts open, Alexandra standing there with her G11 Chainsaw, Outburst in hand. [/i][/b]"Knock knock bitches!" [b][i]She angrily shouts, firing into the crowd, decimating the numbers of guards as they fire, the bullets bouncing off her titanium armour like pebbles. [/i][/b]
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[b][i]She holsters both her pistols at her sides, leaning against a wall and spotting something; Specially rigged BoneSaw Exoskeleton suit, the legs only. She slowly limps to it, clipping the metallic belt to her waist, doing the same to the ankle clips, leaving the knees and thighs unstrapped. She grabs a specialized suit, looking it over, before shoving it in a duffel bag with multiple magazines and grenades. [/i][/b]"Can't be too prepared, eh comrade?" [b][i]She asks, her thick Russian accent shining through with her words. [/i][/b]
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[b][i]She grabs an old, olive green looking helmet, a pair of goggles wrapped around it. The helmet appeared like one of the soldiers in the milky way's older wars, WWI and II. She puts it on, and cracks her knuckles. [/i][/b]"Ready as I'll ever be, you?"
