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    Charlotte had been in Polis officially for a few months now. She was showing more which answered the question that everyone was too afraid to ask one of their high ranking commanders. Rangers feared him more than they cared to know why his girlfriend was transferred from Bumansky to Polis permanently. The only thing they cared about was that they got to Bumansky, got her stuff and got back again safely. Charlotte was feeling stir crazy and despite knowing that Dagonet may be checking in on her soon she left her little make-shift shop to wander around Polis a little, stretch her legs. Mayb
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  4. @Morrigan @Dragon Misha, getting more curious, decided to get out of the truck and look around and then limped forward to the front of the car before trying to get to the right side where it was impacted, noticing Joe on the way. "Oh good, you're not dead." Misha muttered then went back to examining the car. There wasn't any damage to it, no bump, no dents, nothing. It was as if a strong gust of wind had hit it and nothing more. "What the hell is going on with this place?...No way those damn stories are true..." Misha muttered to himself before looking at Joe's mask then leanin
  5. During the impact, Joe's position nearly on top of the truck in the gunner position had her thrown out of the truck. She hit a wall pretty hard as she groaned. She really, really fucking hated this place. Her vision flashed black a few times as she moved to push herself up off the ground not hearing the vulture in the truck. "Ilia, Novokov," she said groggily as she used the wall to push herself onto her feet. "You guys okay?" she asked. She wiped the blood out of her eyes before she blinked a few times and lifted her weapon to her shoulder to focus her on her surroundings. Unfortuna
  6. @Dragon @Morrigan Misha grunted loudly when the vodka made contact with his wound, muttering out a soft 'son of a bitch' as Ilia cleaned his wounds. Soon after Misha closed his eyes, trying to ignore the whole situation and focused on the bouncing around of the truck as it continued through The Dead City. The truck continued down the main street of the city, before coming to an intersection, normally the Rangers would have driven straight through, but soon, before either Joe or any of the other Rangers could react something large, and almost pitch black in color shot out at incredi
  7. "Most of us are," Ilia agreed humorously, "others not so much." He waited for Novokov to reach something of a cruising speed before shifting his focus back to the man's wounds. It was difficult to work as they bounced on uneven streets, but Ilia was accustomed to adverse conditions and managed to work fairly quickly, "Take a breath," he warned before dousing the wounds with a splash of the high proof shroom vodka in his flask. It wasn't pleasant by any means, but worked as a disinfectant. @AnOriginalAccountNam @Morrigan
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  9. @Grimscythe Misha groaned looking up at the man. Misha: "...Sorry?" He mumbled, trying to piece together what happened and how he got here. Grischa mumbled something before forcing himself to sit up and then glaring at the man. Grischa: "You better kill us now, boy. Because we'll finish you off if given the chance..." Grischa's voice soon rises, turning into a scream, hoping Sofka can hear him. " We'll kill you all--Starting with that bitch of yours!" Misha: "Enough old man..." Grischa: "Like I said boy, you should kill us now.... Misha: "Enough!" Grisc
  10. When the fire came in contact with the petrol, a swoosh preceded sudden, glaring brightness. Sofka turned her head, releasing the rope and turning the empty barrel upright as her hands moved to shield her eyes. She tried to keep to the wall, but she was caught in the crossfire regardless. As her companion was shot in the chest and collapsed, a bullet struck her arm and her leg, crippling her. Shouting followed as the guns finally stopped firing, and then the remaining cultists approached. One, an older man, reached Sofka and jerked her up angrily by the arm, nearly pulling it out of its socket
  11. @Grimscythe "God damn it!" Grischa shouted, firing off the last of his AK's magazine before pulling Misha up and trying to pull him back to the train car and away from the fire. Misha meanwhile had lost his own AK but managed to pull out his side arm, a makarov pistol, and fired off a few rounds, hitting one of the attackers in the chest, but soon after something sharp pierced Misha's shoulder and he yelped in pain before the world became blurry and he started to feel numb. He fired off one more round which hit a wall and then he went limp. "Come on!" Grischa yelled pulling his frien
  12. Using her forearms, Sofka began to crawl forward as the shouting started. When the bullets began flying, their flashes illuminating the tunnel, she crawled faster. From behind them, a door to a maintenance tunnel opened and the sound of several feet followed. In the flashing lights, the two men could see where the rubble had been cleared away. Instead of piling it in the station, it was used to create staggered barriers. Rolling to her side, Sofka brought herself closer to a wall, where a rope was tied to it. It led to a plastic barrel above. Unwinding it, the youth stood up and then dropped,
  13. @Grimscythe Both Grischa and Mikhail had followed the woman willingly, but even before they had some doubts. Both knew there was no one in Park Pobedy, everyone in the Metro knew that. It was a long dead station, its inhabitants trapped behind a wall of rubble not long after the first war in the Metro in the mid 2010s, they had no doubt starved to death. Yet this woman was heading in its direction, and so confidently too. They wondered if perhaps someone had sent some colonists to restart the station but no doubt a story like that would have spread throughout the Metro like wildfire. Mish
  14. Sofka nodded once before she stood for the third time in a matter of hours. Her body ached, especially her face, but she could handle the pain. Lifting an arm, she waved the two after her and then felt her way around the car to delve deeper into the tunnel. One might think her a tunnel rat, given how familiar she seemed to be with them. The youth made no attempt to evade or lose the two, but as they got closer and closer to Park Pobedy, she began to circle around their destination carefully. There were traps laid, and her goal was to lead the two men into one of them. As she stepped over a wir
  15. @Grimscythe Both of the men were silent for a moment, Grischa seemed to be eyeing the girl oddly but it was hard to tell behind the night vision googles, and she could briefly see Misha's finger dance around the finger guard of his rifle before Grischa broke the silence. Grischa: "Ok, lead on. Just no running off, ok?" He asked and held out a hand for the girl to help her up.
  16. Sofka turned her face in Grischa's direction, though her eyes didn't quite meet his given how dark it was. She pondered his words for a moment, considering the offer. If she led them back to Park Pobedy, the other cultists could easily overpower the two and chances were, they'd make a fine dinner. The corners of her mouth turned upward slightly, but it was hard to tell if she was smiling or grimacing. "I can show you," she answered. "But I do not need your medicine." @AnOriginalAccountNam
  17. @Grimscythe Grischa: "To help?" Grischa replied somewhat confused at how to proceed before continuing "I know we aint exactly doing good at first impressions but we aren't going to leave you in this tunnel. There might not be any people but God only know's what kind of beasts you'll find out here." Grischa soon looked back at the train car then to the woman. Grischa: "I highly doubt you live in the train car, all alone in this tunnel. So tell us, where can we drop you off?" He said looking the girls nose over. Grischa: "Maybe we can even get that nose of yours fixed up, an
  18. Sofka's leg gave out from the force of his pull and she slipped downward, slamming her face in to the car as she went. The warmth of blood flowed from her nose and over her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salty, coppery liquid as she pushed herself to her knees and flipped over, resting her back against the stationary car. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. "What the fuck do you want?" Sofka hissed, lifting her arm to wipe away the blood with the sleeve of her jacket. Her nose throbbed and she wondered if it was broken. @AnOriginalAccountNam
  19. @Grimscythe Misha managed to see her moving from the corner of his eyes. Misha: "Oh no you don't!" He yelled, grabbing her by the leg and yanking her away from the train car as hard as he could. Grischa: "What the hell are you doing? There's nothing in that train car, girl!
  20. The youth sat up, grunting as it tugged and pulled at the wound. When Grischa mentioned Park Pobedy, her jaw tensed slightly. It was best that she didn't answer him truthfully; it was best that the others believed Park Pobedy was, in fact, empty. After all, weren't the cultists supposed to have starved decades ago after the collapse? She opened her mouth to answer them, but by that point they seemed to be bickering with one another about her origins. Pushing against the ground with her palms, Sofka stood shakily to her feet and reached in front of her, feeling the face of the train car. "
  21. @Dragon "And they said the Rangers were the most discipline soldiers in Metro." Misha said as as the two argued, then stifled a moan from the pain in his body as the truck lurched forward, taking him partially with it due to inertia, and began to drive through the city.
  22. "I'm not fucking driving," she tapped the top of the vehicle. "Lets go Novikoff," she said. "Yeah yeah puta." "You're not allowed to say that to me you Russian dick bag," she responded to him. "You're the one that taught it to me." "And I still regret it," she said as the truck began to lurch forward. @Dragon @AnOriginalAccountNam
  23. @Grimscythe Both men crouched down by the injured woman. Grischa: "Alive?...Yes, so it would seem..." He mumbled looking at the wound. Misha: "Oh, it's a woman!" The stalker said ignoring her previous comment. Grischa: "You're observation skills are just perfect, my friend." Grischa mumbled before looking at the person he shot. Grischa: "As for you being alive, there's no guarantee that will last for long I'm afraid....Where are you from, girl?...You're a long way from either the Arbat or the Ring....and no one's come out of Park Pobedy in decades... Misha turne
  24. "I am alive you ass," Sofka spat, but she didn't stand up quite yet. Her head spun, her side hurt, and she was disoriented. "I am not an it, either." @AnOriginalAccountNam
  25. @Grimscythe Misha: "See, I told you it was a human!" Misha called out as both of the men hurried over to the figure. Grischa: "Shut up, Misha!" Grischa hurried ahead of his companion and over to the person. Grischa: "We told you not to run...." He muttered as he continued over. Grischa: "Hey! We heard you speaking Russian, speak up if your still alive!"
  26. "Damn it!" Sofka cried out. She hit the ground hard, landing on the wound in her side. Dirt rubbed into the bleeding wound, stinging the tender meat beneath ther skin. The youth rolled over onto her other side, pressing her hand to where the bullet hit her. With her other, she pushed herself back onto her feet again. They had guns. And they could see her. Worse, she was without the one weapon she brought with her. Gravel slipped beneath her footing as she began running a second time--only she'd forgotten that there was a car up ahead that no longer moved. The strange thud of flesh meeting
  27. @Grimscythe Misha: "God damn it!" Misha shouted, firing off a shot, and just barly missing as the figure ran off into the darkness and Grischa lined up a better shot and fired, clipping the figure's side and send them tumbling back down onto the floor of the tunnel and onto the tracks below. Grischa: "ha!" Misha: "Nice.... Grischa nodded and then began to head for the figure. Misha: Looks human. Grischa: Kind of far from a station for that...well any station with people in it.
  28. Sofka's eyes widened. She was halfway up when she was told not to move and rather than listen, the woman flipped over, nearly falling on her face in a scramble to get to her feet and take off blindly into the darkness opposite of the two men. @AnOriginalAccountNam
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