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Str 4 Dex 3 Con 4
Int 3 Per 3 Wil 3
LPs 57 (34)
EPs 38
Spd 14
Essence 20
Qualities/Drawbacks
Addiction (Alcohol) (-2)
Addiction (Smoking) (-1)
Fast Reaction Time (2)
Good Luck 1 (3)
Hard to Kill 5 (5)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Recurring Nightmares (-1)
Situational Awareness (2)
Skills
Acrobatics 2
Brawling 2
Climbing 1
Computers 1
Craft (Weaponsmith) 2
Demolition 2
Dodge 2
First Aid 1
Guns (Assault Rifle) 3
Guns (Handgun) 3
Hand Weapon (Knife) 2
Martial Arts 2
Mechanic 2
Notice 2
Stealth 2
Surveillance 1
Survival (Forest) 2
Swimming 1
Traps 2 |
Weapons
H&K MP5 SD3 (silencer/supressor, laser sight and
no stock), 12 Magazines (30 rounds in a clip), 9mm P. M9 SD (silencer
and laser sight), 4 Magazines (15 rounds in a clip), 9mm Standard
Combat Knife
Gear
Camouflage Fatigues, Guillie Suit (snipers hide-suit,
but is also used by Force Recon, or Special Forces units), A.L.I.C.E.
Ruck (backpack), Combat Boots, Combat Webbing, 2 Canteens, Climbing
Gear (75 feet of rope, grappling hook and D-rings), Compass,
Flashlight, Goggles (Nightvision), First Aid Kit, 6 MRE's (Meals
Ready to Eat), TACcom (unit radio), Thigh Holster
Personality
Courage, Strength and the completion of the mission at
all costs, even to the last man. Honor came last. If you where
standing after the OP was completed, and the men in your team was
alive, the OP was successful. Everybody comes home, everybody.
Kind of hard to say this, but I am expendable. My soul
purpose in this world is to make sure every mission is completed. And
with a high hostile body count.
There's nothing like a mission that goes sour.
We where called in, Bravo two-two, my old unit. Our
Mission objective was to take out an X-CIA spook that was now in bed
with the cocaine monkeys. Our orders where simple, get in, take out
the objective, and slip out to the abstraction site. Boy were we in
for some real serious shit.
We completed our insertion, two klicks,
south-by-south-east. The eight of us made our way to the villa. It
was dark, but the moon was full. Our Nightspecs highlighted
everything in a green hue, which made humping the jungle a walk in
the park.
Our pointman moved the team closer to the villa. We
came across a couple patrols, but our guille suits helped us blend in
to the jungle like chameleons. They didn't even know we where there.
It would have been so easy to cut their throats. The thought of
blood, rolling down my hands, as I brought the knife from ear to ear
and the blood-curling gurgle, made my thirst for the hunt more compelling.
We finally reached the villa. We moved in to setup our
security teams so the primary team could take out the objective.
Then, we where compromised, and all hell broke loose. Our team leader
gave us orders over the TACcoms -- beat feet to Rallypoint alpha. I
was moving around a corner and ran eye to eye with a hostile, I stuck
my H&K MP5 SD3 into his chest and squeezed off a burst. He went
down, I smirked behind my camouflaged mask of face paint. Sweat
trickled from my brow and then into my eyes, my partner tapped me on
the shoulder and signaled with his hands to move forward.
As I
moved forward, a man came out of one of the rooms
ahead. From his facial features, I knew this was the objective. I
brought my weapon up and squeezed the trigger. The objective went
down as I riddled the spook with lead. I turned on my heel and
reloaded. My partner took my place and emptied his weapon into the
objective and followed suit. I rammed another magazine into my weapon
and racked the slide.
What was odd was that, after I reloaded, the hostile I
dropped not more than a minute ago was rising. I depressed my trigger
and sent a burst into his chest, but the bastard didn't go down. My
partner got into it as well. We both looked at each other in
confusion. I set my laser sight on the crook of his nose and
depressed the trigger. Finally, the hostile went down. From behind
me, my partner screamed. I looked back and what I saw str
uck terror
in me. They spook we riddled with lead had ripped his throat out and
was eating it. I stood there and watched -- for how long, I have no
idea. I stepped back and the thing looked up at me. From what I could
see through my nightspecs, its eyes where clear white. At that point,
I knew this bastard was dead. I turned and ran. I ran for a long
time. All I knew was, I had to get as far away from that thing as
possible.
Heh, I wish I could forget all that has happened, but
I know I will never forget those eyes. Those lifeless eyes . . .
Quote
"Get some, get some. I got some lead for you
deaders, come and get it."
Submitted by Joshua Mancuso |