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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Thanfield nodded at John to indicate that was one of their objectives. He pulled on a gas mask. Assault rifles leading, he stepped into what may have once been a luxurious reception area. Flames licked cushioned seats and a reception desk. Motioning to the others, he darted across the room to a small corner, where he gingerly felt the door to the emergency stairway. Feeling no heat on the other side, he pushed it open.

"Apache 1, we're inside. No hostile forces yet. Do you have visual - "

He didn't get past the sentence, for a heavy, semi-automatic barrage of gunfire erupted somewhere in the stairs above, on the second floor landing.

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John walked slowly towards the Pentagon saying "I'll start then."

Steve heard the automatic fire in a room inside the room they were storming. He crouched low and hastily made his way towards the doorway. He pressed his back against the wall near the doorway as the terrorists continued their barrage.

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I was cured all right.

((LDM, could you make a couple of changes to my profile on the first post? I'd like my call sign to be "Cat" and the spelling of my first alias changed from Eryn to Erin))

Rachel's cell phone rang-it was her boss. She quickly flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Rachel, I've got a job for you."
"What?"
"The plane's at the airport-it'll take you to Washington D.C. the CIA asked for some outside help."
"Sure thing."
Rachel flipped the phone closed, turned off the tv, and grabbed her packed bag she always had ready. She grabbed the other bag containing her kevlar vest and weapons. She headed out the door to her car, and drove towards the airport where the plane would be waiting. She turned on the radio to keep up with the news.

OOC: Two M16s? errm, good for the movies ...sry, i have this thing with reality

"Apache 1, this is Nighthawk," Alanna shouted as she dove for cover behind a nearby couch. "Taking fire." Of course, they couldn't do anything about it, but it wouldn't hurt to give them a heads-up.

It occured to her that the couch was perhaps not the best defense against small supersonic projectiles, so she flipped smoothly into a roll that carried her behind a metal cabinet. Steadying the rifle against her shoulder, the agent peered through the sights until she was drawing a bead on a shadowy figure. She spoke once more into her earpiece. "Permission to return fire?"

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John's large weapons spoke for him as he began to carefully pick through the Pentagon's ruins, looking out for terrorists.

Hey, Witch-king....we were actually already inside the Pentagon when you posted that you were starting to walk towards it, after having asked Thanfield a question....just so you know. You're kind of contradicting your posts by first being with us and then being on your own.

Lol, did you mean your dual Desert Eagles, Lady Dark Moon? Most people don't carry M16 Assault Rifles in holsters (or run around with two of them, for that matter).

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Stephen crouched by the doorway, his M4 at his shoulder, ready to move in. "Permission to enter, sir?" he asked Thanfield, military procedure taking precedence over CIA training in his mind. He was used to being point on operations like this, and while he had just now met some of the other Agents on the case, he was already trusting them to watch his back. He knew Riley and Alanna would...it was the others that were the question. He pulled a smoke grenade out of its respective pocket on the front of his vest, ready to throw it in to give them cover as soon as Thanfield told them to move in.

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Piece of advice to all of those who are using Beretta 92s or other handguns on this operation instead of Assault Rifles - don't put your character in the front.....it's just impractical with handguns.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(Yes, you can't fight akimbo with assualt rifles)
Steve winked at the English man and said, "Just keep one or two of them alive. Make sure we get some information before they pass away." He waited until the barrage lessened slightly. Then he took out a frag grenade and tossed inside the room where the terrorists were.

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I was cured all right.

((meh...how did I fall so far behind...))

Carly had gone in with the group, and she held out her rifle, a Barrett M648. Her blue eyes flicked around the room, as one of the others threw in a hand grenade. Turning her head, she waited.

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OoC.I thought we were outside, and my man went ahead into the rest of Pentagon to check the path for us.

Nope, we're inside, but so far only in the reception area and on the reception area's landing of an emergency stairwell.

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Stephen threw his smoke grenade in right after the Israeli lobbed a frag in. He intentionally bounced it off the stairwell wall so that it ended up on the same landing on the terrorists and pretty much destroyed their line of sight. Firing ahead of himself, Stephen charged inside, running up the stairs into the wall of smoke. He dropped to the ground in mid-stride as he heard someone say 'duck!'
A flashbang flew over his head, and he instinctively turned his head as the grenade went off and brilliant light lit up the area. He rolled to his knees against the wall, waving for at least some of the others to come forward and give him some more backup.

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OoC.well ok, then I went ahead down a non-terrorist infested hall INSIDE.

Alanna followed as Stephen headed up the stairs, squinting through the haze. As the flashbang went off, she turned her head, her ears protected by her earplugs. She made out her colleague's figure and skidded across the landing to take a position on the opposite side, ready to catch anyone headed that way in an angled crossfire.

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[heh desert eagles yeah. my bad]

Thanfield ducked behind the stairway when the grenades went off, shielding his eyes against the light flare. He darted up the stairs, drawing level with Alanna and Stephen.

The barrage of withering gunfire had receded. He could make out the hazy outline of the terrorists in black combat fatigues and carrying AK-47s rushing up to the third floor.

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