Frisking Queens (Open)

[whoopsterx]

“Reputations are made by searching for things that can't be done and doing them.”

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Early morning sunrise
Queens Center
Queens, New York
XXXXXXX aka Tango

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The sun tried its best to pierce through the thick fluffy clouds that covered the morning sky. Tango had just touch-downed into Queens preparing to outfit himself for the search of XXXXXX. His legs were covered by a pair of black cargo pants that hung over his black Oakley boots. On his right leg was a thigh holster holding his custom HK 45 caliber pistol with two magazines filled with Hydra shock rounds. Around his waist behind his back were two Kimber Raptor pistols that were actually quiet loud giving a distinct sound when fired. His upper body was covered by a black t-shirt with writing that clung to his lean and muscular figure. Attached to his back and around his shoulders was a customized vest holster that held six throwing knives while leaving his two black machetes on his back. One handle sticking up while the other one pointed to the ground giving him multiple ways of unsheathing them quickly giving any situation. The last article of clothing was a thick leather 3/4 trench-coat that went down to his knees keeping all of his weapons hidden. However, His leg holster could easily be seen when he is moving around.

One weapon that he always took with him was a special Katana his Uncle gave him before passing away. The katana blade was thirty-two inches with a fourteen inch handle. The sheath of the katana was made out of steel making it a great blunt weapon to strike opponents when death wasn't the best option at the moment for the person. One thing that could be said about a blade that it never ran out of bullets which was a chance that he didn't want to risk in New York. He clipped the blade to his left hip climbing down the fire escape as the sound of his boots tap into the metal fire escape making small clanging sounds.

Tango slide down the ladder placing his left hand against the sheath of his blade placing his thumb on the hilt preparing to strike down any Zombie that came after him. Shooting his gun would cause too much attention that he didn't want. He studied the map of New York constantly for the last two days trying to remember every street and marking key landmarks. His first stomping grounds was going to be the Queens Center. He figured it would best go to a place where people were most likely to scavenge for supplies hoping to meet up with some local survivors in search of his target.

As the shadows begun to disappear from the sun rising higher in the sky, Tango pulled put a pair of black Oakley sunglasses covering his honey brown eyes with red hue. After minutes of walking through the ruined streets of once called Queens he noticed some burnt cars that were no longer on fire. Busted windows in the majority of the shops especially those on the first floor. The scent of death and destruction filled the streets with a foul odor that aggravated his sense of smell. The large urban mall stretched across the deserted parking lot that looked like a ghost town.

He continue to march towards the Queens Center stepping through the broken glass doors. The sound of glass crunching underneath his feet. He lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head getting a better look of the unpopulated mall. Well, He had hoped he would find something as he walked into the mall going directly to the second story. He didn't want to risk the chance of survivors getting the jump on him from above. Plus he could jump down to the first level if a swarm happens to be hidden deep within the mall. Tango couldn't resist doing one of his bad habits as he begun to whistle while searching through the mall. The whistling melody was smooth with a sad ballad behind it.
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[Miranda Levesque]

Miranda Levesque & Mark Dallas

Everything had been pretty quiet for Miranda’s group of survivors. They were staying as safe as possible, locked away in Queen Center. It was the only mall in Queens, and it was pretty nice. They had three floors with two separate buildings. They could get from the two buildings by a hall that that when across in air, attached to both buildings. They had mostly everything they could need here: food, supplies, entertainment, weapons, and mostly importantly.. Safety. They had it all, for now.

When Miranda and Tiffany, her twin sister, first met the group here at the Mall, there was twelve of them all together. None of them knew each other except for the pairs that were related. When they first got there, Miranda noticed somebody was injured. He was a cop, and he was surviving with his son. Well, at least he was. Miranda saw that he was bitten, and earlier noticed it was the bites that killed you and brought you back as one of the infected. Although it was going to be hard on them, she had to tell them what she knew. The cop’s son, Chris, didn’t believe her. Or at least he didn’t want too. He stayed with his dad until he did die, and then he backed off, knowing that if Miranda was right about that, then she was probably right about him coming back as one of them. He ran off, upset, not wanting to see what was going to happen.

Right after, he came back. Nobody noticed or realized how fast. But he jumped up and bit one of the woman in the neck. Tiffany, along with two other of the male survivors, brought him down and killed him. The woman died from blood loss a few second later and they waited until she came back to blow her head of using the cop’s gun he dropped. They were already down to seven at that point, and it didn’t get much easier after that either. Especially after the announcement. Three of the survivors decided to take off and seek help somewhere else. The brought a walkie-talkie with them and listened to hear them getting over powered by the infected. None of them made it very far.

Now there was six of them in total, and they were doing everything in their power to keep their group alive and well.

One of the survivors named Mark was making his rounds and walked into the control room of the mall. Somebody was usually in there to make sure everybody was safe and no undead were secretly making their way into the building. "Oh, shit.." He muttered. They all stayed on one end of the mall, because the other end had broken glass doors and they didn’t want anything coming in. It was too much to block off, so they just locked the doors separating the two buildings.

Mark looked over and saw a man coming into the mall and made his way to the second floor. He quickly ran and found the other’s. Miranda was playing chess with one of the other survivors, Kristen. They looked over and saw the concerned face of Mark’s face. Miranda and Kristen looked at each other before Miranda got up and walked over. “What’s up, Mark?” She asked and he took a deep breath. “We have company… the alive kind.” He said. Miranda made a curious expression and looked over to Kristen. She stayed quiet and then Miranda nodded. “Okay, well, we better make sure he’s not infected.. Maybe he doesn’t know we’re here.. So, let’s go welcome him.” Mark nodded and Miranda took Mark and had Kristen stay and wait for Tiffany and the others to get back. Mark had his gun loaded up just in case the guy could be dangerous and they went across to the other building of the mall.

It didn’t take them very long to spot him from the second floor, they could hear his whistling as soon as the crossed over to the other building and then they just followed the found. Mark held his gun down, just so the guy knew that they meant no harm. He saw his back was turned and he was walking around, so Miranda spoke out. “Hey, can we help with you something?” She called out. They were sure to catch his attention. After all, he probably wasn’t expecting anybody to be alive and talking around him. Miranda was just hoping he wasn’t going to be any trouble.

[whoopsterx]

Queens, New York
XXXXXXX aka Tango

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The reason the whistling escaped the Black Operatives mouth was to gain the attention of those that were in hearing range. Beside the only things that could hear him would have to be inside of the mall around him. He would never whistle at night because he preferred a low profile when the moon and stars are shiny bright. Most people especially in these times are gonna access the whole situation before they release multiple rounds into anything walking around.

He looked down at the bottom floor noticing a huge sporting goods store. A smirk came across his face as he planned on searching through store before leaving the Queens center. He had no intentions in staying there long. He didn't want to waste valuable daylight hanging around a mall when he could be searching for his target. At that time Tango felt uneasy getting a feeling that someone somewhere was starring at him. He stopped dead in his tracks looking around starting in front of him checking the store windows and third story. A female voice called out to him at the same time he was turning around to check behind him. The front of his trench-coat was buttoned up hiding all of his weapons underneath the coat. The only thing that could be seen noticeably was his samurai sword and iron sheath.

“Hey, can we help with you something?”

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His honey brown eyes with red hue looked up at the cute woman patrolling around with a man carrying a gun. He was pleased that the gun wasn't pointed at him. Just in his short walk to the Queens center he had seen other survivors from a distance pointing their guns at one another. This place was only for the strong to survive and it was better to be a wolf than a sheep. Tango however had no problems playing a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"I hope so!....I am just looking for my brother..."

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It was better to lie than to tell the truth under these circumstances. It served him no purpose to let others know he was apart of Diamond Corp unless he meet someone else who proclaimed it to him first. Plus, He was positive that he wouldn't meet anyone in Diamond Corp roaming the streets that had such a high clearance. All HVPs & VIPs were evacuated from New York before things got out of hand.

Tango walked over to the railing placing his right hip against the railing. He placed his right gloved hand on top of the railing looking at the two survivors. He was going to let them take the lead since he was positive there were more of them some where in the large mall. He looked down at the ground shaking his head making it seem like he was thinking about his brother. Training to show emotions was something that came easy after years of practicing as a spy for the CIA.

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[Miranda Levesque]

Miranda Levesque & Mark Dallas

Miranda was glad that she got Mark by her side to go investigate this survivor who was doing God knows what in the other side of Queens Center. She could honestly say that she felt her safest with Mark around. It might have something to do with the fact that he is private in the Military, or maybe it’s because he’s very good with fire arms, or even because she just has feelings for him. All of the reasons must have been true when she tried to over think it like she did with everything else. With everything going on, it wasn’t the best time for a romance. But this is as normal life was going to get for her, a group of survivors trying to live and survive in this new world she called Hell. Maybe she should give them a chance, but after losing so many member of the group already, she was scared that she would get close and end up losing him too. Or what if she died instead? Then it would be him who’s hurt.

It was all just one complicated mess. Maybe if there weren’t dead people coming back to life and eating other people then they could have a normal and healthy relationship. Obviously, that wasn’t the case. There are thousands of infected out there just waiting for one of them to trip so they can eat their brains. All they could do now was take care of each other.

The two of them made it to the other side of the mall as fast as they could. Mark was always one to take charge. He was good at following direction, like any other military man would. It seemed over time that Joseph was the leader. He was the oldest and therefore wisest. But in this group, everyone had a say. Even the little fourteen year old boy got his two-cents in sometimes. Miranda was the medical expert, so she was in charge of all the medical decisions. Mark was in charge of defense. Once they found the man, his back was turned and for whatever reason he didn’t seem to surprised that there were other survivors like him.

Then, the man finally turned to them and spoke…

"I hope so!....I am just looking for my brother..." Miranda and Mark looked at each other for a second and then back at him. “Well, there are few survivors on the other side of the mall.. One of them is a child.. How old is your brother?” She asked. Mark then cleared his voice and spoke himself. “If you want anything to eat or drink.. We have plenty. Don’t go off and get yourself killed just yet. You can join us… at least for a meal.” He offered.

[whoopsterx]

Queens, New York
XXXXXXX aka Tango

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“Well, there are few survivors on the other side of the mall.. One of them is a child.. How old is your brother?”

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"Well, nice to know their are still survivors, but my brother is thirty."

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He responded with his soft smooth voice only talking loud enough to be heard. He gave the a couple a nod pleased to hear that their were other survivors. If their were survivors here then he knew they would be all over the city in little groups. He even knows their are a couple of military personnel that got left behind or stayed behind. He was glad he wasn't in New York City the day of the outbreak. It gave him to prepare himself and find what was going on instead of running around blindly for survival like the rest of them. His way out of the city was to complete his primary and secondary objectives.

His honey brown eyes with red hues examined the couple a little closer. Right off the bat he could tell the young man was apart of the military. It was easy to smell who the fresh meat was when it came to the military. Tango did spend twelve years in Marines Force Recon working his way up front the bottom. Plus the young man's hairstyle was quite militant. He glanced at the woman noticing she was pretty cute. However, He easily got a strong vibe that the two of them were a couple. The white knight protecting his princess.

“If you want anything to eat or drink.. We have plenty. Don’t go off and get yourself killed just yet. You can join us… at least for a meal.”

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“Death is nothing young man, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily...However, I do want to check out that sporting good store on the bottom floor first...Then I wouldn't mind relaxing with some food and company while I think of my next move."

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Tango didn't look like it, but he was almost pushing forty. He looked like he was still in his early thirties. It did help that he stayed in peak condition his entire life. It was like he was born and fully prepared to take on such a task in such a infected city. Dealing with the undead in underground facility was simple due to the confinement of the structures. In a complete city one had to always be prepared to run into one at any moment or second of the day.

Relaxing with some survivors getting their stories would help the black operative down the road if he needed to make up complex lies to blend into the socialness of the city. The fact that he had a lot of answers he could share with them would probably help them out in the long wrong. Nonetheless, he would never fully tell them that Diamond Corp was the main reason for the outbreak. His loyalty to Diamond Corp was outstanding and not to be tested.

Tango looked at one of the circular beams that ran from the floor to the roof. It looked to be about two feet round in circumference. He smirked at the couple nodding running forward jumping on the railing with precision. He kept prefect balance taking a couple more steps on the railing before leaping towards the circular beam grabbing on to it with his hands placing his feet on it to slow down his decent to the bottom floor.

He adjusted his trench-coat once hitting the bottom floor scanning his surroundings for any movement. He slowly begun to walk towards the two double doors that lead into the sporting goods store. He stopped in the middle of the floor looking up at the couple wondering if they were going to join him. He would rather know now then accidentally shoot one of them because they snuck up on him while in the store.

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