Not Playing Fair

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December 15 2014: Jericho and Partisan discuss fair play and other things in Russia

Neftgorsk Russia

Neftgorsk Basement


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Jericho has decided that he doesn't like churches. They make him itch, a lot like Angelo's place did. At least it's nothing worse. He's got a little portable generator running, just enough for him to power some light and a few hard drives down here in the basement while he monitors Partisan and continues his data retrieval. Such a tedious job, retrieval. Partisan had reported that she'd left the compound and among other things, he needs to get her a set of stateside ID's. Her russian military ones just won't do.

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"You got my cigarettes?"The voice may not be familar, or the face but well not many move quite so silently. Even fewer do so whilst wearing the finest the Russian army has to offer, and well how many female VDV can there be right? Tall, young, blonde and well the details are lost beneath that heavy winter coat, trademark ushanka and overpants. All cut in a neat digital mixture of white and soft gray, digital winter camo then huh. KS-23 strapped to the side of her pack, AK-12 held in her right hand just foreward of the casket magazine. She looks a little young for a Sargeant sure, and much too pretty but she has that whole "I am already sick of your shit" all good Russian Sargeants have down for sure.

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Jericho digs them out of a cargo pocket and tosses them to her. There's a lighter taped to the box. "First time gets me every time." He comments looking her up and down. "Well, at least you're taller now. Better than last time I hope?" She'd been so upset with him after losing Pru. He hand't really blamed her either.

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Partisan snags the pack out of the air, before setting that Ak gently down on the table and getting to lighting up immediately. "Taller, prettier, slavic. Feels a little more natural, I know that probably sounds more than a little strange."Shrugging out've that pack, and setting it aside, before well the ritual continues. Gloves, hat,jacket and well it's heavy winter gear who could blame her? "I wont be missed for a few weeks, Sargeant Bychkov is apparently getting transferred to the Ukranian front. I miss anything terribly exciting?"

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Jericho gestures to something that's off on the side, in dim lighting. It's an arm. And it's not a human arm. "Had a run in late last night. That's all that was left of it come the light. Other than that, quiet. Been tinkering with these hard drives. Did you get anything after my last check in? That place seemed locked down pretty tight."

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Partisan shakes her head "No, but I did put twenty pounds of semtex under the diesel tank of the backup generator."Puffing quietly at her cigarette, as she gets out've that gear to expose the tidy green and blue of a VDV uniform. "Yes, yes I know. Twenty is like way too fucking much, but the stuff is shipped in twenty pound cases. It was easier to misplace an entire case, and not log it than it was to like take a brick and not have somone notice. So yes, theres a case and its wired and it's live. Don't think it's the only generator, but I figure the fire and explosion might be a good first movement."

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The hacker nods. "Right. We'll need it when we move in." Beat. "We're gonna want to be careful to. I'm not real keen on getting stuck on the other end of some dimensional portal when it closes. I did some digging with the files we were sent. There's something in the valley east of here. That's what they've got cordoned off. They're studying it and whatever's on the other side. Sometimes it opens or closes on its own. And sometimes things come out." Yet another reason to have it cordoned.

"Mmmmm… she's cute Part but I dunno about prettier. Why do you think that?" Yes he just asked her about her relative opinions about her bodies.

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Partisan plucks that bright blue beret from her back pocket, and stuffs it under her shoulder board. "Tits, prettier eyes, better hair, my teeth are straight, better bone structure, taller."Finally leaning back into a conviently placed chair with a little huff, absently rolling up those sleeves as that cigarette smolders between her lips. "Younger too, which I guess is wierd because I'm so old. Maybe it's a vanity thing, maybe its a Woman thing but I don't want to look older until I'm retiring for good. If I'm to fight, the younger the better."

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Jericho chuckles from over near his table, finally putting the hard drive down. That one's given up as much as he's going to get from it. "Mmmm, well fair enough. I suppose if you have the choice why not? Does it take you getting used to anymore? The changes? I know you mentioned, you know, switching weapons and kit and car seat position but… beyond that? Ever odd body hopping?"

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Partisan shrugs "It's always wierd Jerry, I'm usually a woman but not always. The way people look at you, talk to you, the way they behave around you, the way men flirt or flee depending. I mean hell, -I- think I look cute so what the fuck does it matter? It's always an, experience though seeing how other people treat me."Lifting a hand to thumb after those Sargeant's stripes "These, were fucking wonderful though."

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The hacker chuckles. "The rank? You seemed to use it to good effect. Can't say E-6 stripes ever opened that many doors for me in the US Army. I'm going to guess that things are a bit different here." Jericho mulls over Partisan's answer. Having to get used to a whole different set of interactive parameters each time would get… old.

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Which may or may not be partially why she's so antisocial, and yet so doggedly loyal at the same time. "Officers are held in suspicion, they're usually idiots from college without any real practical world experience. So it's pretty common to just ignore them, they promote enlisted very slowly and it's always been a fairly merit based system. So a Sargeant, is a big fucking deal but Miss Bychkov spent her youth in a Military academy which was good. She was in shape, she had rank and a good record."Quietly exchanging one cigarette for another. "Russians are also fairly odd with female soldiers, privates and conscripts are basically maids. Senior infantry or VDV or what have you, who just so happen to be Female? Prevailing idea seems to be that I've got to be a mean bitch to survive this far."

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"Certainly not a strung out addict." Not by the look of her anyway. Jericho's dealt with his share of addicts. "Maybe she was. Wolf chose her for a reason, I have to assume." What was it that Partisan had told him the last time? Strong of body and weak of heart? There's a method to it's picks, he's sure.

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Partisan nods softly "She got me a good one, no complaints this time around. Lets just hope I dont eat too much lead this raid, it's going to be one hell of a messy fight Jerry. I did my part at least, the Russkies turn in their loaded mags at the end of their shift. Then get issued that same equipment again, so I spiked a round or two in most of those mags. Dumped out the gunpowder and filled the case with TNT, very old trick going back to the first world war."

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"At this point, Parti, I'm less worried about the Russians and more worried about whatever it is they found on the other side of that portal." He quirks a smile, eyes flashing (literally) as he flicks his blade. The entire thing unfolds in less than a second, going from multitool like contraption to saber smoothly. "But if it makes you feel better I'll do my best to make sure you don't need a new one any time soon."

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Partisan just smiles softly, oh my that -is- a pretty smile isn't it? "I've never met anyone or anything I couldnt drown in sufficient amounts of violence Jerry, my bigger worry is having to split my attention. We have those remote fired mortars, RPGs, an 8 gauge Soviet slug shotgun, an AK-12 and a Partisan. We'll make it happen, have no fear for the Partisan is here."

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Jericho chuckles. "Hey, you've always come through for me. I don't doubt you in the slightest." The blade folds back in an odd way becoming a carbine. He lifts the cover to check the internal magazine. Full. Like always. Even when he fires it. He mutters something about damn odd magic and puts the blade back away. Hey, he's not going to complain too much about not needing to reload the damn thing. "We'll have to move soon." He says finally. "I'm just waiting for the last of this data analysis. If we wait too long though and you show up MIA they'll go on lockdown."

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Partisan doesnt ask, pointedly so infact. "It'll be good to get back into Western boots atleast, The jack boots just feel fetishy honestly. They're also stupid fucking uncomfortable, I mean no joke they're made by two village idiots and jojo the wonder dog. I totally forgot how much these things suck, swear they havent changed since the second world war."

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Jericho glances back up and gives Partisan another once over. "If you don't need to blend I'll bet my Bates'll fit you. Or at least come close. I'm sure we can source you some better footwear if the looks aren't a huge issue." If they are… well… "Maybe they are fetishy. I've never understood the easter predilection for 'em myself."

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Partisan just lifts her hands "I'm not quite that kinky, but I'll handle the boots. I prefer skate shoes for urban ops anyway, though I think a pair of keens'll do me best considering the unknowns here."Pausing to chain up a third smoke in a row, shoulders slumping oncemore. "I had some things ordered on my way back, delivered to an Apartment Sargeant Bychkov is staying at. Pants, socks, all the boring shit really."A beat as she offers a shrug "I got a dude in China, who sets me up with that shit. Usually I just get the cloth from him, but he's doing the sewing this time for the sake've time. Also no, before you ask. Not doing another skirt, not for combat at least."

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Jericho grins. He hadn't been going to ask though now the image of Partisan slaying imensional shoggoths in a multicam skirt is one he can't get rid of. "Alright. Maybe we'll have time to collect them before it's go time." He itches the back of his neck a bit. The Church isn't hallowed ground precisely but it's still closenough that this is awkward. "Sounds like you're covered for clothes and munitions. Anything else you're going to need?"

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Partisan nods softly "Thermal goggles and willy pete, oh and a wireless detonator, det cord, C4, blastic caps and a wireless clicker. A halon fire extinguisher would also potentially be useful, these things are invisible but I'm betting they breathe air right?"

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"Mmmmm. I can get that…" Jericho nods. "I didn't stop to ask but it sure as hell looked like it was breathing air before I took it's arm off. Bolted and hasn't shown up again. Ugly son of a gun too. Looked like a caveman almost."

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Partisan nods softly "Once the fighting starts I wont be able to sniff them out, too much blood and too much noise. So I plan to use chemical fucking weapons, I'd go round up some fucking VX if we didnt have to worry about fighting besides folks. I think only you and I are the only two comfortable fighting in an NBC environment?"

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"Carol might be immune but I don't care to field test it like that. And Sam…" Jericho shakes his head. "He's ex Air Force. He probably trained in MOPP gear but not something I'd care to count on either. So yeah. We might be the only two comfortable using the stuff too, just sayin'."

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Partisan nods "Halon and Willy Pete, I'll rock an SCBA kit just in case just keep clear because if this kicks off no lie. I'm gonna fucking go Chemical fucking Ali, because seriously fuck that shit. I'm a fucking Partisan, I'm no Ripley and this ain't the Nostromo we're hitting you follow me? The Russians who knew more than me, seemed to think these fuckers were pretty fucking durable. So am I, but I'm no fucking Brit so fuck fair play."

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"I don't particularly believe in fair play either. We'll need to watch it out there if it does kick hot though. These are Russians and I can't believe they don't have a housecleaning protocol in place if it looks like they're gonna lose the site." Jericho wouldn't put it past them to be nuclear either.


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