Post by whoopsterx on Jul 18, 2011 6:27:55 GMT -5
“Reputations are made by searching for things that can't be done and doing them”
[/i][/b][/center]Late night/Early morning
Queens, New York
XXXXXXX aka Tango
The sounds of the propeller of the plane gave off a smooth repetitive humming pitch echoing off the thick interior of the military style plane. Tango could be found laying in a hammock with a long tube touching his lips. The tube was hooked up to a bag of blood hanging above him drinking it like it was a funnel. He continue to drink the blood from the bag placing his hands behind his head getting comfortable for the last time in a while. He had to jump into Queens, New York to find XXXXXX another person who was under the employment of Diamond Corps.
Tango clamped the long tube closing his eyes getting the last moments of peaceful sleep. He had heard and seen clips of New York noticing it was infested with Zombies with a bunch of survivors scattered throughout the city. His best bet was to hook up with a group of survivors looking for his target among them. A couple of hours passed before the honey brown eyes with red hue opened up looking at the countdown clock noticing he only had five minutes left til jump time.
He finished the rest of the blood bag standing up to his feet with a blank expression on his face. He took his Ipod out placing a pair of black skull-candy ear buds into his ear. The tune of Iron -Wood kid flowed through the speakers causing him to bob his head to the sound of the music. Around his waist was a utility belt with a bandoleer and cable attached to a large black duffel bag that had all of his gear he needed for his mission. He had a feeling that he would need to stash his gear in certain places while moving around lightly on his feet looking for XXXXXX.
A bright red light begun to flash in the back of the plane opening the ramp to the beautiful cloudy skies. Tango could see the sun coming over the horizon while it was still dark below the clouds in the city of New York. A smile appeared on his face taking in the last beautiful scenery for a while. He took off running with the duffel bag in his arms and a parachute backpack on his back. He jumped out of the free falling hitting speeds of terminal velocity.
Tango pulled the rip cord noticing the parachute deploying like it should but got tangled and twisted. He begun to free fall in a big circle like a cyclone going down to the ground. He kept his cool under the situation detaching himself from main parachute free falling seeing the buildings and ground approaching him faster. He reached for his emergency rip cord pulling it, feeling the intense pull of the air sweeping underneath the fabric slowing him down causing him to land with a thick thud sliding across the roof top of a sixth floor apartment building.
He unhooked the bags dropping them to the ground pulling out his custom 45 caliber pistol with a sound dampener attached to the barrel. He didn't want to use a silencer on his pistol as it threw off the accuracy when it came to shooting with precision from a distance. The sound dampener would be enough to muffle the loud sound not attracting to many Zombies. He combat walked with his pistol drawn from his right leg holster approaching the door closing it strapping it down with two zip ties. He didn't want any unnecessary company distracting him from clearing the large green house structure on top of the rooftop.
A undead moan crept out of the green house before the doors swung open as a female and male zombie charged at the Black Ops operative. Tango wasted no time looking down his sights acquiring sight picture and alignment. With a slow steady squeezed he dropped the male zombie with a bullet between his eyes. The female zombie was rather quick getting in kicking range of Tango. He lifted his left leg teep kicking her in the chest sending her flying back on her back. He dashed over to her not allowing her to recover blasting a round into her skull.
Tango cleared the rest of the green house making sure he was the only thing that was capable of moving. He picked up a chain and lock walking back to the door chaining the door shut keeping the zip ties on the door. He felt comfortable on the roof top knowing that the only way to get to the roof was the fire escape. Not like any zombies were smart enough to make it up six stories. He looked down at his gear back then at the rising sun. He had a long couple of days if not weeks in head of him looking for one man.
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