Post by Spartan198 on Jun 30, 2008 16:35:08 GMT -5
Sarkis glared back at him, but said nothing. There were more important things to do. "So what's our plan, skipper?" he asked his comrade.
"We need to find a working comms unit, call in an airlift. There are other teams out here, so at least one of them should pick it up." Nova answered, glancing toward Layton. "Where's your communication room?" she asked.
Post by Pablo-R.P.D. on Jun 30, 2008 16:40:25 GMT -5
Layton look back and replied "Well it would be up top in the 2nd to 3rd floorBut i am unsure it is Working right we can go check" then smiled" send your Team up there i am to lazy"layton still a litte hight from smoking.
Post by Spartan198 on Jun 30, 2008 20:26:01 GMT -5
"Sarkis, see what you can do with their comms panel while Puff the Magic Dragon over here jacks off." Nova said bluntly.
Sarkis laughed. "You got it, captain." he replied, and went over to the large communications system situated off to the side of the room.
Nova, weapon cradled across her chest, took a few steps around and started looking things over, poking through photos and such on the desks. "So where are your friends from the haunted house thing in the woods?" she asked curiously.
Post by Pablo-R.P.D. on Jun 30, 2008 23:51:52 GMT -5
Hahahahaha Layton laughed. "So Whats the dealie-o"asked Layton are we going to Stick around here or found a Way to Get off the undead city. "Like i said i gave the Station a clean sweep took all the ammo... then pointing to his bag and i am sure that Radio S**t dont work as he smirked and looked at Nova.
"If there's any way to get it working, my guy will do it." Nova said with confidence, wandering across the room to gaze at a photograph on the wall, of a large group of people all kneeling or standing in front of a helicopter. "We were Rangers together in Somalia five years ago, on the day of the firefight in Mogadishu, riding in a humvee with the convoy." she started.
Everyone listened closely.
"We turned a corner when the deuce-and-a-half behind us took an RPG to the engine block and halted the convoy." Nova continued on, looking over the trophies lining a nearby shelf. "Under a rain of enemy fire, grenades, and RPGs, this guy -- " she said, pointing to Sarkis. "-- ran up to the truck, popped the hood, and had that thing running and ready to move within ten minutes." she told them.
No one had any response.
"If your comms panel works, he can fix it. Trust me on that." Nova said.
"This thing is archaic!" Sarkis commented on the comms panel. "Man, I feel sorry for you guys, stuck with this S**t!" he remarked.
"Is it gonna work, though?" Nova demanded.
"It works, I just can't get a signal, same as our radio." Sarkis answered, turning to face them. "No airlift for us." he told them.
"Then it's most likely the city is under a communications blackout. No transmissions, in or out. It's an island." Nova said.
Last Edit: Jul 1, 2008 2:47:50 GMT -5 by Spartan198
"I say we wait it out for awhile" James finally spoke up "We can make sure all the windows and doors are secure or we can go with plan b and grab an armored truck from the parking garage and get the hell out"
Post by Leon S. Kennedy on Jul 1, 2008 15:34:16 GMT -5
"Well, let's think of it this way. We have all the time in the world to plan out what to do." Kincaid said. Kincaid then sat down on a nearby stool and played around with his Blacktail. He was hoping that the Infection didn't get out of Raccoon City. If it did, the whole world would be down on it's knees. They had to get out somehow, at least then they could warn some people. Kincaid then put his Blacktail away and waited for the talk to continue.