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Braves on the Warpath
"Sure Marcus", I'll be right down. "Watch your head on that one branch over there, it got me real good."
Dr.NES - The D.O.O.M. Project
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there have been unforeseen delays, and the update must be postponed for a few hours. You will see what I mean when it is posted... 
Milarqui
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crap. Hoping to see how good the update is.
Dreadnought
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Updating has recommenced, as I have been presented with new information. Should not be long now.
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OOC: I also added more info on the front page.
Update 4
Rendezvous
18 August 2013
The Amazonian Jungle
1200 Hours
“In the distance,” Nigel called downward, beckoning Marcus and Terni to turn their gaze down the path. “I see something out of the norm.”
Marcus squinted, but he could not notice anything. “I can’t see anything.”
Nigel’s curiosity engaged his conscience, eagerly pulling him to traverse the short distance to the disturbance ahead. It was merely a minute’s walk from the edge of the Village; even so, it was an unidentifiable mass, apparently, at least to his senses, not moving.
“We should check it out,” Nigel said, hopping down from the tree above. “It looks important.”
Marcus contemplated the situation for a short amount of time. The other group was delayed behind them; it would be a substantial amount of time before they arrived. Regardless of what it was, Nigel said it was important, even inexcusable; Perhaps it was, after all, an important clue.
Then he flipped the coin, pondering the negatives of this predicament. It was a perfect site for an ambush; ample cover around the trail permitted any enemies to concentrate supreme firepower across the narrow path; they could easily be subdued in a matter of seconds.
Sarge’s voice cracked across the radio. “Whatever it is, do not investigate. We’ll be there soon; dig in and wait.”
Marcus agreed with this statement. “We’ll wait for their arrival; then we can check it out.”
Terni seemed to prepare to object; however, he decided not to argue, instead leaning against a nearby tree. The wait would continue…
* * *
Miguell flinched as Dr. Garcia bandaged his wounds, but he otherwise showed no signs of pain. Rather, he allowed the doctor to continue, hanging his head in shame as the medical care played its part. How could he have allowed this to happen?
Dr. Garcia finished, nodding his head in approval as he observed the bandages. “Looks good.”
As soon as that process was completed, Magnus finished his experiment as well, testing blood for any infections in the wound. He nodded with approval at the results. “Look’s good so far. I see no bacterial infection.”
O’Neill nodded in approval. Almost curtly, he continued, “Let’s stay together this time. We have to rendezvous with the scout team.”
Miguell struggled to stand; however, once up, he had little difficulty in marching with the squad members to the objective.
Sarge approached O’Neill as they hiked further. “Sir, I think this is a trap. We shouldn’t take the bait.”
O’Neill sighed. “This entire jungle could be a death trap. This isn’t the best location to have a mission; we’re gonna have to take some chances if we are to succeed. I think that we will always be looking over our shoulders, and around every tree, but that’s what we haveta do. This is a dangerous place, and we can’t change that.”
Sarge looked away. As he was about to leave, O’Neill patted him on the shoulder. “Look, Sarge, you’re a good soldier and a good man. I’m gonna need you at 100% for this mission. I know you wanted to be in command, but we haveta work as a team. I appreciate your advice, but there are certain things we haveta do. This is one of them. Whatever that…thing….up the trail is, we haveta investigate it. It could be important.”
Sarge nodded. “I’ll keep my gun loaded, though. I‘m not going to go prancing into an ambush.”
* * *
The trek to the Village was surprisingly short. Rachel, for example, assumed that progress would be increasingly slow, with Miguell injured; in spite of this astute observation, Miguell walked briskly with the group, allowing the squad to maintain a speedy rate of travel.
Marcus sighed in relief as they finally arrived. “We’ve been waiting for you. Check out the village.”
With apprehension O’Neill turned the corner to view the village grounds. He had heard the news with less than admiration; this was an eerie twist in an otherwise mysterious mission. how could an entire village of dead natives suddenly disappear?
It was almost as if they had come back to life and walked away.
In spite of, or, perhaps, because of, these less than auspicious circumstances, O’Neill was fatefully determined to undergo the mission in its entirety to discover the cause of such fantastic revelations.
“There is nothing more to see here,” O’Neill muttered. “We need to check out what is down the path.”
The squad reformed into battle formation. If an ambush was to come, this is where it would happen; a distraction, in the form of the unidentified object, would act as a median from which the enemy could launch a deadly offensive. These mercenaries were not stubborn imbeciles; they were well-trained, experiences operatives who understood the very nature of jungle warfare. They wouldn’t fall for any trap.
Or would they?
The path turned sharply. As they made the turn themselves, they came across the sight which Nigel has seen from the tree above. From that distance, he could not notice the malicious image that now greeted their eyes.
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There was the research team, huddled along the path, lying in a pool of blood.
OBJECTIVE COMPLETED
--Locate the missing research team.
“Oh no,” Rachel muttered silently.
They approached the corpses to investigate the remains. Suddenly, one of the bodies began to move.
Sarge raised his gun to fire; O’Neill slapped his gun downward. “Wait.”
It was one of the research team member. He was still alive, though he was covered in blood; his race was ragged and cut, and his complexion full of dread. He looked up at the mercenaries and let out a cry of terror, and began crawling away in a futile attempt to flee the scene.
The Jaguar, with little effort, strode to intercept him, and grabbed him by the collar. “Where do you think you are going?”
The man screamed, his voice sounding across the surrounding area. “No! No! NO!”
* * *
Not too far away, hidden amongst the ferns and bushes, a man lay, his rifle pointed outward towards the path.
He kept a vigilant watch, eyeing the trail for any signs of movement. Seeing no one, he prepared to shift over to watch the other side of the path.
Then, out of nowhere, he heard a cry emit from the trail ahead. “No! No! NO!”
His senses were shocked to life, and he immediately rolled over once. He aimed his carbine down the path towards the murdered scientists he knew lay there, simultaneously whistling. He saw what he had been expecting: a squad of soldiers had investigated the murder scene, hoping to find survivors or information about the deadly attack.
A second man approached the first, kneeling next to a tree. A powerful sniper rifle was in his hands.
Without talking, he stared into his scope; the crosshair aimed directly at O’Neill’s head.
He told the other man, “These are them.”
* * *
“We’re here to help!” calmly spoke Dr. Garcia, approaching the man with his palms upward.
“Help?” the man murmured, calming down. “Help…”
“Yes,” Andrew repeated, with the same compassionate attitude as the Doctor. “Don’t worry, we can help you.”
Reginald knelt next to the man, who was now panting and wheezing. “What is your name?”
“My name?” the man repeated. “My name…is…Jeremy Olsen…”
“Jeremy,” Dr. Garcia began, “what happened here?”
Jeremy extended his hands. He grasped a video camera, and he cautiously gave it to Reginald, his hands shaking from genuine horror.
Dr. Garcia leaned towards O’Neill. “He’s in emotional shock…we have to be careful,” he whispered.
O’Neill nodded.
Reginald rewinded the video and began playing from the beginning. At first, only Dr. Garcia, O‘Neill, and Reginald watched the film; as the project progressed, more and more of the mercenaries succumbed to their curiosity. After a few moments, only Sarge remained on his guard, the others gathered around the camera.
He pressed play:
[ Jeremy’s face appeared on the screen, close up. He began speaking.
“Testing one, two…alright. The date is August 16, 2013. Time is 0640. We have arrived at the site now after unloading from the boat….it all appears a go from here. The bodies are as expected at both villages; they match the descriptions provided by Ura-Sing. Now we are going to proceed towards the other villages to attempt to investigate their condition. We expect their situation to be as predicted in the tests… Jeremy out.”
“August 16, 2013. 1600 hours. We approached Village E from the north. We stopped, however. We don’t like the looks of it; we will investigate at a later time…perhaps we will find something more useful at the other villages. We are backtracking and going to Village D. Jeremy out.”
Jeremy‘s face is considerably more tense. “August 17, 2013. 1300 hours. Breakthrough at Village D. We have procured a live specimen for research, as well as a blood sample from one of the victims. Perhaps the details of both will correlate.” He looks around nervously. “We are going to get out of here. Anatoly Karo, Ji Lin, and I are withdrawing towards the Mission for extraction. Henri Perot, Lisa Lang, and Anita Rochia think we should investigate Village D; they have decided to check it out. They are going to take a shortcut through some sort of ravine to avoid Village E, and to take less time. We decided to take the blood sample with us; they are carrying the live specimen. They also took the research notes with them as a sort of bargaining chip.“ He looks around again, breathing loudly. “Jeremy out.”
End of recording. ]
O’Neill sighed. They went to Village D with the research notes and the live specimen?
He turned to Jeremy. “What was the live specimen?”
Jeremy’s jaw dropped; his breathing rate increased, and his muscles tensed. “The specimen…the specimen! Its killing them…its killing us…ITS KILLING US!”
Rachel was taken aback by this dreadful response, but O’Neill remained firm. “Where are these live specimens? Can we catch them?”
“Don’t you see? There are too many of them! They are all around us….they’re everywhere! EVERYWHERE!” He stood up, and his arms flailed, knocking Reginald back. “They’ll find you! You can’t stop them…they can’t be stopped! We’re doomed. DOOMED!”
He drew a pistol from his belt. Several mercenaries dove for cover, and Sarge raised his gun to shoot. Dr. Garcia held his arm out towards Jeremy, saying quickly, “What are you doing with that gun?”
In one swift motion, he raised the pistol to his head, and pulled the trigger.
Sarge generalized the reactions from all the mercenaries in one, short comment: “Holy sh!t.”
* * *
The two men continued to watch the mercenaries with a peculiar determination, their eyes not leaving the area of the squad. Though the soldiers watched the video, and checked the bodies, the men did not fire their weapons. “Wait,” said the man with the carbine, and the sniper agreed.
They had seen the same video and the bodies. They had been here for awhile; if they didn’t understand what the film meant, then these mercenaries wouldn’t either. Let them investigate further - it would ease their tension for the situation.
It came as a minor shock when Jeremy had shot himself; to be honest, they had no pity or remorse over his death. He had been barely alive when they had first reached the site; but he was too much of a load to bring with them; they left him there.
“Its time,” the sniper said. The carbine man nodded. Each had their sites on a different soldier - the sniper aimed for O’Neill, and the rifle at Sarge. They had their heads in their sites, aiming for an instant kill; they would scarcely hear the sound of the weapon discharging when those two men would drop dead on the ground.
The two men lowered their weapons. Swinging them over their shoulders, they proceeded out of their hidden sniper nest towards to mercenary squad.
* * *
O’Neill turned to Magnus. “What is he talking about?”
The Jaguar knelt by the remaining bodies, checking their wounds. “Sir,” he began softly, “these scientists were killed by guns. They are full of bullet wounds.”
Andrew sighed after investigating the bodies. “This is not good, sir. He was right - the other group has all the information with them. Here we have nothing.”
Magnus bent over and picked up a broken vile that had once been filled with blood. Cursing his bad luck, he tossed the glass at a nearby tree - that sample was no longer useful.
Marcus approached O’Neill. “We have to get that information.”
Suddenly, two men appeared down the path from out of the forest. They were dressed in black military uniforms, and were outfitted with several different pieces of equipment - including weapons.
“Get down!” Sarge yelled to the squad as he prepared to fire.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” both men yelled as they raised their hands above their heads.
“Hold your fire,” O’Neill muttered, though he kept his aim on the men. He yelled to the men, “Approach slowly. Do not make any sudden movements or we will open fire.”
The soldiers did as they were told, approaching the squad tediously and neutrally with their arms above their heads. When they had come close enough, O’Neill asked, “Who are you?”
The sniper spoke. “We are Blackwater operatives. We were hired to guard these researchers…”
Nigel interrupted. “Blackwater?”
The riflemen introduced himself. He struggled with is English; he spoke with a heavy Latin accent "I am Sebastião Quim Tiago Riberio Neves Antunes."
The sniper said, “And I am Nestor O'Sullivan. Call him," he pointed to Sebastiao, "Quim. He doesn't speak English very well. We were here to protect the research group. They seemed to not want our support; they repeatedly lied to us about their location and…”
O’Neill interjected, “Where were you when this happened?” He gestured to the carcasses below.
“They lied to us. We were here, with them; they told us to follow the other group, but they said they were going to Village E, not D. We arrived at E, but didn’t see the scientists; we came back here, and they were already dead.”
The Jaguar commanded, “Let me check your weapons, to see if your guns match the wounds.”
The two Blackwater men handed their weapons over without question. They had nothing to hide.
While the Jaguar was checking the wounds, O'Neill asked, "Did you see Village B? Were there bodies there?"
Nelson replied, "Yes. They were just like the other site's - bloody and gruesome."
O'Neill responded, "They aren't there now..."
Nelson was shocked by this response. "I...I don't know what to say. The bodies were there...really!" He paused for a moment to remember. "It was just like the other village..."
The Jaguar's investigation finished, and he sighed. “These guns did not kill these men, sir.”
“Exactly,” Nestor said. “We’re telling the truth. This whole situation is out of control…”
“Did you see their live specimen?” asked Magnus expectantly.
“No,” Nestor replied. “That was with the other group. To be honest, they didn’t share any information with us. We asked what had happened at Village A, and they said, ‘We paid you to guard us, not to ask questions.’ I have to agree with them. I’m here for the easy money, not to solve a mystery.”
“We tried to eavesdrop,” Nestor added, “but they weren’t speaking English, or Portuguese. They were talking some Asian language…and then, when we would approach a village, they would order us to remain outside visual range of the site, like they didn‘t want for us to see anything. We have been waiting for you for almost a day now."
Taken aback, O'Neill asked, "How did you know we were going to be here?"
The sniper replied, "We were told before we left that some DOOM Project men were in the area. We were told not to trust them, but the Indians and Russians had said that you were friendlies. We had no other choice but to wait for you."
"What?" Sarge interjected. "Indians and Russians?"
Nestor then lowered his voice. “We were contacted on August 15, before we arrived here. The Russian and Indian governments wanted us to relay to them what was going on…”
“We were contacted by the US too,” Reginald added.
“Exactly. This is odd…its like the entire international community wants to know some information. This entire situation is odd…”
“Wait,” Rachel interjected. “When were you contacted?”
“On the 15th,” the sniper answered. “We got here with the research team on the 16th.”
Update 4
Rendezvous
18 August 2013
The Amazonian Jungle
1200 Hours
“In the distance,” Nigel called downward, beckoning Marcus and Terni to turn their gaze down the path. “I see something out of the norm.”
Marcus squinted, but he could not notice anything. “I can’t see anything.”
Nigel’s curiosity engaged his conscience, eagerly pulling him to traverse the short distance to the disturbance ahead. It was merely a minute’s walk from the edge of the Village; even so, it was an unidentifiable mass, apparently, at least to his senses, not moving.
“We should check it out,” Nigel said, hopping down from the tree above. “It looks important.”
Marcus contemplated the situation for a short amount of time. The other group was delayed behind them; it would be a substantial amount of time before they arrived. Regardless of what it was, Nigel said it was important, even inexcusable; Perhaps it was, after all, an important clue.
Then he flipped the coin, pondering the negatives of this predicament. It was a perfect site for an ambush; ample cover around the trail permitted any enemies to concentrate supreme firepower across the narrow path; they could easily be subdued in a matter of seconds.
Sarge’s voice cracked across the radio. “Whatever it is, do not investigate. We’ll be there soon; dig in and wait.”
Marcus agreed with this statement. “We’ll wait for their arrival; then we can check it out.”
Terni seemed to prepare to object; however, he decided not to argue, instead leaning against a nearby tree. The wait would continue…
* * *
Miguell flinched as Dr. Garcia bandaged his wounds, but he otherwise showed no signs of pain. Rather, he allowed the doctor to continue, hanging his head in shame as the medical care played its part. How could he have allowed this to happen?
Dr. Garcia finished, nodding his head in approval as he observed the bandages. “Looks good.”
As soon as that process was completed, Magnus finished his experiment as well, testing blood for any infections in the wound. He nodded with approval at the results. “Look’s good so far. I see no bacterial infection.”
O’Neill nodded in approval. Almost curtly, he continued, “Let’s stay together this time. We have to rendezvous with the scout team.”
Miguell struggled to stand; however, once up, he had little difficulty in marching with the squad members to the objective.
Sarge approached O’Neill as they hiked further. “Sir, I think this is a trap. We shouldn’t take the bait.”
O’Neill sighed. “This entire jungle could be a death trap. This isn’t the best location to have a mission; we’re gonna have to take some chances if we are to succeed. I think that we will always be looking over our shoulders, and around every tree, but that’s what we haveta do. This is a dangerous place, and we can’t change that.”
Sarge looked away. As he was about to leave, O’Neill patted him on the shoulder. “Look, Sarge, you’re a good soldier and a good man. I’m gonna need you at 100% for this mission. I know you wanted to be in command, but we haveta work as a team. I appreciate your advice, but there are certain things we haveta do. This is one of them. Whatever that…thing….up the trail is, we haveta investigate it. It could be important.”
Sarge nodded. “I’ll keep my gun loaded, though. I‘m not going to go prancing into an ambush.”
* * *
The trek to the Village was surprisingly short. Rachel, for example, assumed that progress would be increasingly slow, with Miguell injured; in spite of this astute observation, Miguell walked briskly with the group, allowing the squad to maintain a speedy rate of travel.
Marcus sighed in relief as they finally arrived. “We’ve been waiting for you. Check out the village.”
With apprehension O’Neill turned the corner to view the village grounds. He had heard the news with less than admiration; this was an eerie twist in an otherwise mysterious mission. how could an entire village of dead natives suddenly disappear?
It was almost as if they had come back to life and walked away.
In spite of, or, perhaps, because of, these less than auspicious circumstances, O’Neill was fatefully determined to undergo the mission in its entirety to discover the cause of such fantastic revelations.
“There is nothing more to see here,” O’Neill muttered. “We need to check out what is down the path.”
The squad reformed into battle formation. If an ambush was to come, this is where it would happen; a distraction, in the form of the unidentified object, would act as a median from which the enemy could launch a deadly offensive. These mercenaries were not stubborn imbeciles; they were well-trained, experiences operatives who understood the very nature of jungle warfare. They wouldn’t fall for any trap.
Or would they?
The path turned sharply. As they made the turn themselves, they came across the sight which Nigel has seen from the tree above. From that distance, he could not notice the malicious image that now greeted their eyes.
(if spoiler does not open, refresh the page)
Spoiler :
There was the research team, huddled along the path, lying in a pool of blood.
OBJECTIVE COMPLETED
--Locate the missing research team.
“Oh no,” Rachel muttered silently.
They approached the corpses to investigate the remains. Suddenly, one of the bodies began to move.
Sarge raised his gun to fire; O’Neill slapped his gun downward. “Wait.”
It was one of the research team member. He was still alive, though he was covered in blood; his race was ragged and cut, and his complexion full of dread. He looked up at the mercenaries and let out a cry of terror, and began crawling away in a futile attempt to flee the scene.
The Jaguar, with little effort, strode to intercept him, and grabbed him by the collar. “Where do you think you are going?”
The man screamed, his voice sounding across the surrounding area. “No! No! NO!”
* * *
Not too far away, hidden amongst the ferns and bushes, a man lay, his rifle pointed outward towards the path.
He kept a vigilant watch, eyeing the trail for any signs of movement. Seeing no one, he prepared to shift over to watch the other side of the path.
Then, out of nowhere, he heard a cry emit from the trail ahead. “No! No! NO!”
His senses were shocked to life, and he immediately rolled over once. He aimed his carbine down the path towards the murdered scientists he knew lay there, simultaneously whistling. He saw what he had been expecting: a squad of soldiers had investigated the murder scene, hoping to find survivors or information about the deadly attack.
A second man approached the first, kneeling next to a tree. A powerful sniper rifle was in his hands.
Without talking, he stared into his scope; the crosshair aimed directly at O’Neill’s head.
He told the other man, “These are them.”
* * *
“We’re here to help!” calmly spoke Dr. Garcia, approaching the man with his palms upward.
“Help?” the man murmured, calming down. “Help…”
“Yes,” Andrew repeated, with the same compassionate attitude as the Doctor. “Don’t worry, we can help you.”
Reginald knelt next to the man, who was now panting and wheezing. “What is your name?”
“My name?” the man repeated. “My name…is…Jeremy Olsen…”
“Jeremy,” Dr. Garcia began, “what happened here?”
Jeremy extended his hands. He grasped a video camera, and he cautiously gave it to Reginald, his hands shaking from genuine horror.
Dr. Garcia leaned towards O’Neill. “He’s in emotional shock…we have to be careful,” he whispered.
O’Neill nodded.
Reginald rewinded the video and began playing from the beginning. At first, only Dr. Garcia, O‘Neill, and Reginald watched the film; as the project progressed, more and more of the mercenaries succumbed to their curiosity. After a few moments, only Sarge remained on his guard, the others gathered around the camera.
He pressed play:
[ Jeremy’s face appeared on the screen, close up. He began speaking.
“Testing one, two…alright. The date is August 16, 2013. Time is 0640. We have arrived at the site now after unloading from the boat….it all appears a go from here. The bodies are as expected at both villages; they match the descriptions provided by Ura-Sing. Now we are going to proceed towards the other villages to attempt to investigate their condition. We expect their situation to be as predicted in the tests… Jeremy out.”
“August 16, 2013. 1600 hours. We approached Village E from the north. We stopped, however. We don’t like the looks of it; we will investigate at a later time…perhaps we will find something more useful at the other villages. We are backtracking and going to Village D. Jeremy out.”
Jeremy‘s face is considerably more tense. “August 17, 2013. 1300 hours. Breakthrough at Village D. We have procured a live specimen for research, as well as a blood sample from one of the victims. Perhaps the details of both will correlate.” He looks around nervously. “We are going to get out of here. Anatoly Karo, Ji Lin, and I are withdrawing towards the Mission for extraction. Henri Perot, Lisa Lang, and Anita Rochia think we should investigate Village D; they have decided to check it out. They are going to take a shortcut through some sort of ravine to avoid Village E, and to take less time. We decided to take the blood sample with us; they are carrying the live specimen. They also took the research notes with them as a sort of bargaining chip.“ He looks around again, breathing loudly. “Jeremy out.”
End of recording. ]
O’Neill sighed. They went to Village D with the research notes and the live specimen?
He turned to Jeremy. “What was the live specimen?”
Jeremy’s jaw dropped; his breathing rate increased, and his muscles tensed. “The specimen…the specimen! Its killing them…its killing us…ITS KILLING US!”
Rachel was taken aback by this dreadful response, but O’Neill remained firm. “Where are these live specimens? Can we catch them?”
“Don’t you see? There are too many of them! They are all around us….they’re everywhere! EVERYWHERE!” He stood up, and his arms flailed, knocking Reginald back. “They’ll find you! You can’t stop them…they can’t be stopped! We’re doomed. DOOMED!”
He drew a pistol from his belt. Several mercenaries dove for cover, and Sarge raised his gun to shoot. Dr. Garcia held his arm out towards Jeremy, saying quickly, “What are you doing with that gun?”
In one swift motion, he raised the pistol to his head, and pulled the trigger.
Sarge generalized the reactions from all the mercenaries in one, short comment: “Holy sh!t.”
* * *
The two men continued to watch the mercenaries with a peculiar determination, their eyes not leaving the area of the squad. Though the soldiers watched the video, and checked the bodies, the men did not fire their weapons. “Wait,” said the man with the carbine, and the sniper agreed.
They had seen the same video and the bodies. They had been here for awhile; if they didn’t understand what the film meant, then these mercenaries wouldn’t either. Let them investigate further - it would ease their tension for the situation.
It came as a minor shock when Jeremy had shot himself; to be honest, they had no pity or remorse over his death. He had been barely alive when they had first reached the site; but he was too much of a load to bring with them; they left him there.
“Its time,” the sniper said. The carbine man nodded. Each had their sites on a different soldier - the sniper aimed for O’Neill, and the rifle at Sarge. They had their heads in their sites, aiming for an instant kill; they would scarcely hear the sound of the weapon discharging when those two men would drop dead on the ground.
The two men lowered their weapons. Swinging them over their shoulders, they proceeded out of their hidden sniper nest towards to mercenary squad.
* * *
O’Neill turned to Magnus. “What is he talking about?”
The Jaguar knelt by the remaining bodies, checking their wounds. “Sir,” he began softly, “these scientists were killed by guns. They are full of bullet wounds.”
Andrew sighed after investigating the bodies. “This is not good, sir. He was right - the other group has all the information with them. Here we have nothing.”
Magnus bent over and picked up a broken vile that had once been filled with blood. Cursing his bad luck, he tossed the glass at a nearby tree - that sample was no longer useful.
Marcus approached O’Neill. “We have to get that information.”
Suddenly, two men appeared down the path from out of the forest. They were dressed in black military uniforms, and were outfitted with several different pieces of equipment - including weapons.
“Get down!” Sarge yelled to the squad as he prepared to fire.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” both men yelled as they raised their hands above their heads.
“Hold your fire,” O’Neill muttered, though he kept his aim on the men. He yelled to the men, “Approach slowly. Do not make any sudden movements or we will open fire.”
The soldiers did as they were told, approaching the squad tediously and neutrally with their arms above their heads. When they had come close enough, O’Neill asked, “Who are you?”
The sniper spoke. “We are Blackwater operatives. We were hired to guard these researchers…”
Nigel interrupted. “Blackwater?”
The riflemen introduced himself. He struggled with is English; he spoke with a heavy Latin accent "I am Sebastião Quim Tiago Riberio Neves Antunes."
The sniper said, “And I am Nestor O'Sullivan. Call him," he pointed to Sebastiao, "Quim. He doesn't speak English very well. We were here to protect the research group. They seemed to not want our support; they repeatedly lied to us about their location and…”
O’Neill interjected, “Where were you when this happened?” He gestured to the carcasses below.
“They lied to us. We were here, with them; they told us to follow the other group, but they said they were going to Village E, not D. We arrived at E, but didn’t see the scientists; we came back here, and they were already dead.”
The Jaguar commanded, “Let me check your weapons, to see if your guns match the wounds.”
The two Blackwater men handed their weapons over without question. They had nothing to hide.
While the Jaguar was checking the wounds, O'Neill asked, "Did you see Village B? Were there bodies there?"
Nelson replied, "Yes. They were just like the other site's - bloody and gruesome."
O'Neill responded, "They aren't there now..."
Nelson was shocked by this response. "I...I don't know what to say. The bodies were there...really!" He paused for a moment to remember. "It was just like the other village..."
The Jaguar's investigation finished, and he sighed. “These guns did not kill these men, sir.”
“Exactly,” Nestor said. “We’re telling the truth. This whole situation is out of control…”
“Did you see their live specimen?” asked Magnus expectantly.
“No,” Nestor replied. “That was with the other group. To be honest, they didn’t share any information with us. We asked what had happened at Village A, and they said, ‘We paid you to guard us, not to ask questions.’ I have to agree with them. I’m here for the easy money, not to solve a mystery.”
“We tried to eavesdrop,” Nestor added, “but they weren’t speaking English, or Portuguese. They were talking some Asian language…and then, when we would approach a village, they would order us to remain outside visual range of the site, like they didn‘t want for us to see anything. We have been waiting for you for almost a day now."
Taken aback, O'Neill asked, "How did you know we were going to be here?"
The sniper replied, "We were told before we left that some DOOM Project men were in the area. We were told not to trust them, but the Indians and Russians had said that you were friendlies. We had no other choice but to wait for you."
"What?" Sarge interjected. "Indians and Russians?"
Nestor then lowered his voice. “We were contacted on August 15, before we arrived here. The Russian and Indian governments wanted us to relay to them what was going on…”
“We were contacted by the US too,” Reginald added.
“Exactly. This is odd…its like the entire international community wants to know some information. This entire situation is odd…”
“Wait,” Rachel interjected. “When were you contacted?”
“On the 15th,” the sniper answered. “We got here with the research team on the 16th.”
Dreadnought
Deity
OOC: If you are confused by anything, let me know. This was a long update, and I might have glanced over something without explaining it enough.
Do you have any other questions for these two soldiers? If so, ask them; they have officially joined the game. Iggy is one of them, Darkening is the other.
NEW OBJECTIVE
--Locate the other half of the research group.
Darkening's character doesn't speak English very well.
I'll be honest; with Iggy and Darkening, I tried to make loose ends meet. I hope it came out semi-realistically.
Finally, just be sure to hang in there. You have done well so far.
Do you have any other questions for these two soldiers? If so, ask them; they have officially joined the game. Iggy is one of them, Darkening is the other.
NEW OBJECTIVE
--Locate the other half of the research group.
Darkening's character doesn't speak English very well.
I'll be honest; with Iggy and Darkening, I tried to make loose ends meet. I hope it came out semi-realistically.
Finally, just be sure to hang in there. You have done well so far.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Terni scanned his eyes from the tip of their hair to their boots. Finally seeing no way whatsoever of an ambush and seeing in their eyes the truth, he stepped off from the tree he was leaning on and asked, "Very well, I want to ask you: did you leave the other half and if you did, where did you leave them at approximent what day? If you didn't you can tell us where they are now. Finally, can you report the conditions at village E and what you saw en-route?"
He took his canteen and slurped quietly some leftovers.
He took his canteen and slurped quietly some leftovers.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
OOC: So I didn't stay up in the tree like I was planning on doing? Also, are people PMing orders now? Or are you just going on what's posted in the thread?
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Riddled with bullet holes... this can only mean one thing... this is not an animal or tribal warfare... no, this is war. We walked right into a war, either between drug cartels or the Brazilian Government is hiding something.
Also the now dead scientist mentioned that they were everywhere.... so I can safely say that we are outnumbered and by the looks of things, outgunned. It is imperative that we stay as a group. No more wandering out on your own or scouting missions.
Since I myself would rather leave this place alive, I say we head towards Village E and find the other team and hopefully they should have the specimen and papers we need to bring back to our superiors without having to explore any more.
The sooner we get out of here the better, I will be the first to admit that I am concerned about what is out there, so please be on your guard and remain alert. Watch each others backs.
Also the now dead scientist mentioned that they were everywhere.... so I can safely say that we are outnumbered and by the looks of things, outgunned. It is imperative that we stay as a group. No more wandering out on your own or scouting missions.
Since I myself would rather leave this place alive, I say we head towards Village E and find the other team and hopefully they should have the specimen and papers we need to bring back to our superiors without having to explore any more.
The sooner we get out of here the better, I will be the first to admit that I am concerned about what is out there, so please be on your guard and remain alert. Watch each others backs.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
I shifted my eyes from one man to the next, pausing to take each into far greater detail, before finally turning back to the man that was speaking. I cocked my head to the side, staring in utter confusion, as he continued to ramble onwards without hesitation. Finally, as the man finished his spiel, I turned back to Nestor with a baffled look. “Sobre que ele está falando?”
*Note, like Dread said, the character has a limited knowledge of English; your attempts would be better aimed for Iggy. Aside that, treat his speech as Portuguese.
*Note, like Dread said, the character has a limited knowledge of English; your attempts would be better aimed for Iggy. Aside that, treat his speech as Portuguese.
Spoiler :
Dreadnought
Deity
Some people were PMing me certain details, which I added. Also, I go by what is in the thread too. Some people had said they had interest in what was going on at the place, and maintained that we stay as a group, so I had you all go. You were in the tree until they rendezvous wiht you.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
OOC: Not sure if you meant mine or Charles Li character... but my post was more for O'Neill (Chandraskr rs?) than anyone else.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
So could I still be in the tree? Or am I with the group down below?
Dreadnought
Deity
I could keep you up there if you wish. Up to you.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
I'd prefer to still be covering the team from the tree.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Shouldn't we check out village D first. That is where the other research team was heading.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Am I the only one who noticed the two Update 3s? (Post 240).
Dreadnought
Deity
Fixed. Thanks for pointing that out.
OOC: Sorry I've been out of contact for a while, it's been a very busy time. I've got time to play the next few days though.
Question before I can post: Blackwater ceased to exist under that name as of last month, they're now called Xe. The question is whether the two new mercenaries specifically said they were from Blackwater (tipoff that they are not who they say), or were you just unaware of the very recent change (and they are therefore genuine Xe mercs)?
Question before I can post: Blackwater ceased to exist under that name as of last month, they're now called Xe. The question is whether the two new mercenaries specifically said they were from Blackwater (tipoff that they are not who they say), or were you just unaware of the very recent change (and they are therefore genuine Xe mercs)?
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