Not Alone

Summary:
December 18 2014: Partisan and Jericho discover that they're not alone with the Russian Military here

Neftgorst Russia

The edge of the Black Valley blacksite.


Characters

NPCs

  • Touch Telepath Mutant

Mood Music:
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Jericho moves through the snow and dead trees ringing the valley around the Portal site. The damn thing is smaller than it was but still a good twenty five feet tall and fifteen at it's widest point. Just a piece of night sky there in the middle of the landscape. He had been setting up to kick off the 'distraction' for the Russian security forces with Partisan when something had tripped one of his own peremiter sensors. Something that had come from outside the peremiter. The security forces are all accounted for and no one has reported anything coming out of the rift… so what's this? And who is this?

"Nothing so far. Eyes on anything, Part?" He murmurs into a throat mic.

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"Negative, but the birds are quiet."This is not her first winter campaign of course, the partisan knows whats up here. She moves quietly, putting that Russian winter camo to the test here. Granted yes, the bright red scribbles on her buttstock arent hyper operator but the rest of the package is. Suppressed AK-12 leading the way as she circles around the periphery of this potential contact, looking for foot prints or whatever it might be. Not as if there aren't tigers, bears, deer and wolves out here.

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Jericho peers about, his eyes flicking from amber to blue to red briefly as he looks about. One of the advantages of being him is not needing gear to switch to thermal. It's cold enough here that anything with even remotely human body heat stands out like a neon sign. He doesn't see Partisan (she's that good) but he does get… "There, near the woodline. There's a flash of something… maybe two somethings moving. Man sized but I didn't get a real good look at them."

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Partisan pivots around, changing her direction the moment that broadcast comes across. Gently Sweeping that safety off, as she rotates that stock to one side to rest atop her shoulder. Creeping foreward ever more slowly, ever more silent. Stalking through the tree line as she closes on these supposed contacts, honestly just as curious as she is wary at this point.

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The first thing she notices are the footprints, naturally. Boots, cold weather and very sturdy, not Russian make. There's an unfamiliar scent lingering in the air. It not an animal… but it's not a human either, though it's close to human. Someone… no, possibly two someones made their way deeper into the forest in a hurry.

Jericho's moving lower on the slope but in Partisan's direction. "I've got a thermal signature on the tree to your ten o'clock about twenty meters away from you. It's too small to be a human. And too big to be a squirrel. Just sitting there about three meters up on the trunk.

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"Closing" is all she replies, before sweeping that AK back down into the pocket of her shoulder. Theres a moment's pause, before slowly rounding a trio of old growth timbers. Peeking out just enough to get her glass over the, well whatever the fuck that thing is. "Eyes on, wait one."

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There's a… wait, Part's seen these before. It's a camera. Specifically it's one of those hunting Cameras that's triggered by motion. This one appears to have been somewhat modified and judging by the scraping on the bark and broken twigs on the near by branches, it was placed very, very recently.

"Negative on further movement." Jericho radios. "But I'm still looking."

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Partisan slithers along, making sure to stay out of the camera's view. "Game camera here, I'm leaving it here. You come collect it."Looking about on the ground for tracks, before setting off. Hoping this is not a Russian goat herder, as the saying goes.

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The tracks are pretty easy to find. Fresh by both look and scent. Her target can't be more than a few hundred meters ahead and that's if he's booking. Of course there's only one set and Part was sure there were two earlier.

"Roger. Careful Part." Jericho moves in toward the camera with like caution.

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Partisan sighs "One missing, proceeding on."Yeah, this is like the most ambush bait she's seen in years but they've got rather few options available to them. Moving onwards with cautious steps, taking her time to sweep the area as she goes. No use in rushing things after all, the stakes are a little too high for hell for leather.

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If Partisan were a less expert tracker she'd probably have missed it. In a little clearing a few hundred meters away here's a snow burrow. It's pretty expertly concealed, honestly and quite clever as a means for a camp. Clearly someone familair with cold weather survival if not tactical operations. The tracks are obliterated before there but there's no disguising the scent trail that leads right in that direction and smells… vageuly

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"Snow den, my twelve. Two hundred fifty meters, advancing."Foot steps are silent and sure, sliding along the apparent entrance's right flank. Snow does wonders for stopping bullets curiously, but a Vog-25 HE grenade tends to work quite well and lucky for all involved thats whats strapped to her AK.

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Someone has used the den recently by the marks. That someone appears at the entrence, apparently having gone to retrieve something. It's a man, with green skin and vaguely reptilian features. He freezes staring at what he presumes is a lone Russian soldier.

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Well, thats unexpected. So she responds accordingly, "Stop, stop! Hands in the air, put your hands up! Comply or I -will- gun you down!"In Russian, of course. Ak leveled squarely at the fellow's chest as she continues her advance. "1-2, need you at my location right the fuck now."That bit would be passed along the via radio, but of course.

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The odd figure puts both hands in the air very quickly. Still doesn't say anything though. Jericho breaks into a spirnt, not wanting to risk wider detection by flying just yet. Partisan can hear the crunch, crunch of snow behind her. "Moving. Twenty seconds."

In front of her the odd figure stares at that gun. Clearly it hadn't been expecting anyone and is caught rather out. He doesn't appear to be armed at least.

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"Do not move, do as you're told and you will not be harmed. If you fuck with me, I'm going to fuck you up. Do you understand me?"Advancing slowly, small steps as she goes. Wittling the distance down as she tries to figure out exactly what the fuck she's walked into here. Talk about unexpected.

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Jericho runs up behind her with an AK-74 at the ready. He prefers American arms but this is easier to source and supply out here. "Well…" He says dryly as he moves up next to Partisan.

The man in front of them nods his understanding, eyeing them both. Jericho is clearly not Russian military, while Partisan equally clearly The guy's curious. He's here to gather intel after all.

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"Turn around in place, you move and you die. No bullshit, I dont have time for fun and games."Not so much as glancing aside as she nods towards the fellow. "Jerry, cuff'em and put'em on his knees. Lets figure out what the fuck is going on here."

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Jericho moves up with zip ties as the man turns around. The moment the hacker starts to cuff the man there's a brief moment of skin to skin contact and…

Jeri gasps and drops back clutching at his head. It doesn't look like the lizard like man did anything in particular, but he does drop to the ground instantly, as if to cover.

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Partisan drops to a knee in response "Jerry talk to me! Speak up asshole, say the word and I'll burn him down."Gloved finger pressing into that trigger guard, past the first stage and pausing there. An ounce, maybe two away from this getting very nasty.

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Jericho glares as he recovers. "He got in my head. Touch telepath." Fortunately the brief link worked both ways. "We've got to get him out of here. He's got friends and they're moving in, and fast." Clearly the hacker is already considering a K'nert interrogation. The kind involving melted ice cream. And lots of screaming.

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Partisan snaps up to her feet and rushes foreward, with that sort've explosive speed she's become known for. Smashing her heavy armored boot hard against the green guy's neck, before she puts two into his shoulder at point blank. "Anymore funny business you piece of shit, and I scatter your fucking gourd across the snow. I murder you here cuffed or otherwise and I go sleep like a baby, understand you worthless son of a bitch?"Dropping her knee -HARD- into his spine, before she quickly polices up his wrists and gets him cuffed. "Jerry lead on, I'll drag his ass if I have to."

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Jericho shakes his head and glares at the guy once more. To his credit, he seems to not want to die. He's gone very, very still. "Alright… not our basecamp. Isn't there a mine shift about half a mile from here?" He glances, calling up a map and then motions quietly in a southerly direction and takes off at a good clip. Part can keep up, he knows.

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Partisan sleeves her Ak beneath the man's handcuffed arms, then sleeps that sling over his forehead and tightens it down. If a gunfight breaks out, this poor fuck is going to end up her meat shield. One hand on the pistol grip, her other gloved hand fastened around his neck as she leads him along after jerry, and obviously no there isnt any lolly gagging going on here.

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Jericho takes a right into a gorge and finally vanishes behind a rocky outcropping. When Partisan gets there, there is indeed an old Mine shaft and Jericho's poking his head in. "Yep… still empty." Is all he says before heading further in. Best place to question someone especially if it may get ugly.

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Partisan slips that sling off her prisoner, before booting the green fellow into the mine before her. "Right right, that was a nasty trick you played on my friend there. Downright unfriendly of you, so I suppose it's time for me to be unfriendly to you eh? We could have talked peacefully, but thats gone out the window."


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