Roleplay part 8

"the vent will go near here" I proclaimed while pointing near the fire arma deposite on floor eight.
from here we can take this set of stairs to this other vent" I stated.
"And then finally from there to the area near the garbage chute wgere glock probally is"

 

yeah. But im just dtsting where stuff is so we can know when we roleplsy.

 

Thanks, Apollo.

I studied the blueprint for a while. every room and hallway seemed to be marked with names, like locker rooms, quarters, outposts and the like. But a few of them were marked in colored codes. Close to what Joe claimed to be Glock's office, quite far from our current position, there was a room named T75 in a week grey color. "That", I said as I positioned my index finger on the name. "That seems tp be the closest classified room to Glock's whereabouts. Perhaps that is the Toxin? I suggest we search there, despite how long it will take us to get there jia the ventilation systems", I stated before I followed Steve into the vents.

 

guys, I'm waiting for my 'scorts' to keep going, so won't post until they do. u ok with that guys?

 

The officer stares at Odessa, in silence, for a long while. Beads of sweat begin to drip down his temple. It was obivous he wanted to check us, but the thought of holding up a Glock affair made him nervous. The officer scans over us one more time and grunts.

''Nein.'' he answers with a resentful sigh.

The officer waves his hand and steps aside. We walk through the blockade and approach yet another elevator. I pause and wait for Gena to decide whether the group goes up or down.

 

*after what seemed an eternity the guard waved us through. we got into the elevator and went to level 6. Glock's office, unless he moved, was on that level, close to the escape routes. looking sideways I noticed Gena had started to sweat slightly more than before. it was stuffy in here, and we were all sweating, but there was something about it different. I couldn't say anything to the guys, but I decided to keep a close eye on the situation. at last the lift stoped and we came to a small hall with hallways going right and left. only two guards were visible, but I knew for a fact that we would encounter more*

 

Now knowing what the plan was I pulled myself up after the second person climbed in and the I began to crawl. The crawling was extremely gruelling and required every muscle in you body as well as all the energy. I began to realise that I was crawling around in the vents like rats back at Polis. I laughed at this but became serious very quickly and continued crawling.

 

We crawled and crawled for what seemed like an eternity. All the while since we left Prospekt Mira, I had looked at Glock as nothing but another nazi, and important one at that. The only reason I wanted him dead was to save our group from his neverending terrors of assassins upon assassins. But now, all of a sudden, I realized that this had gotten a lot more personal. Glock was an enemy of my friend, which I was proud enough to call Odessa. She was a member of the group, and a friend of mine indeed, and I had always disliked people who did my friends wrong. Crawling through the vent, I felt more and more lengthsome and lusty for Glock, and I felt like I wanted to finish him off myself, despite how Odessa was the one to deserve the honor in it. The time it took us to crawl through the vents slowed us down, and we would most likely arrive at the Toxin a good while after the others had killed Glock. I just kept crawling and kept thinking about him.

 

*after getting of the lift and encountering a few nazis who didn't give us any touble, just side glances here and there, we arrived at what looke like a set of double doors. two privates were guarding it and I could here voices comeing from the other side. the first one I did not recognize but the second one was definetly Glock's. we had arrived at last. I looked at Gena and saw him go a little bit pale, and my concern for him grew*

 

I tap my foot to the elevator music. I couldn't help it. It seems like the Nazis have ever luxury of the old world here. To bad we were going to fuck it up for them. Besides, they didn't deserve it anyways. The elevator doors open and we breeze right down the hallway. I did not notice it before, but Gena seemed a bit .. sick. His skin was becoming a bit pale and the cloth of the balaclava that was covering his temples became darker and darker in sweat. It did not look like something serious, though. Just more like a simple fever or a cold. It is not uncommon in the Metro, so I didn't make anything of it. 'Big bad stealth master has the sniffles' I though to myself with a smirk. When we approach the double doors you could hear voices. Instantly after, I could see Odessa's determination narrow in her eyes. Glock had to be on the other side of that door. This is where it became tricky for me. How are we going to do this? Are we just going to walk right in under our cover or take out the guards and perform a breach and clear? There were so many different scenarios to approach this with, but I know that one of my comrades has a plan. With this in mind, I take a small step back and focus my eyes on Gena, Melnikov, and Odessa. Giving them a small nod, I pull back the hammer on the Kalash to let them know I'm ready. 'So', I think to myself, 'Who's gonna make the first move?'

 

Sorry for being quiet guys, I had some stuff in RL I had to deal with.

Walking out of the elevator behind the others, I noticed Gena's pace drop. For a second I thought it might be from the guards that we had all just noticed at the end of the hall, but he was continuing forward and he let out a few words that sounded almost like a whimper, though I did not catch them.

I was about to ask him what was wrong, but decided we were too close to the guards to risk it. As we approached the double doors, I heard a pair of voices coming from the inside, one of which I thought I could recognize.

Shivering, I saluted the 2 SS guards as they saluted me. It was a pain to be wearing the highest ranking uniform. "Maybe me and Gena should have swapped in the elevator. No time for that now." I thought. Stepping forward, I said "Gefangener für Glock" with all of the 4th Reich authority I could muster.

 

back to benjis group


"As we got to the room we needed to be in I saw 2 nazies i jumped down quietly sneaking up behind them i stab them both in the side of neck catching them as they fall i drag them into the shadows.Then i walk over the vent and whisper all clear."

 

As Melnikov goes to address the sentries, I remove my revolver from the holster on the uniform's belt. I step behind Odessa and pretend to check her handcuffs. While doing so, I slide the revolver into the back of Odessa's belt and flick the tail of her shirt over the handle to cover it. If we are about to kill one of the most dangerous officers in the Fourth Reich, Odessa should be armed. I then nod to Gena to keep up the show and begin to step back into formation. Before I can do so, Melnikov tells them she is a prisoner. This is mind, one of the sentries reaches to feel Odessa's body. Reacting, I push my rifle sideways in front of Odessa, blocking the sentry's grimy hand.

"Ein jemand besondere." I say with a cold stare.

The sentry lowers his hand and grunts under his breath. The way the Nazi's treat female prisoners is inhuman. God only knows what they did to poor Polina before the group found her. I shiver slightly as I lower the rifle. "Mister Touchy" nods to the other sentry and they push open the double doors. We step inside to find a well lit officer's lounge. A bar sits against the left side wall. A radio plays classical old world music. The door to Glock's office is at the back wall. We begin to move towards it when I notice that twelve or so people occupy the room, and more importantly, that most of them are circling around something. I recognize some of the officers from the control room in the crowd, so I stop and motion the group. Moving closer towards the crowd, I have just the right view to peer through the bodies. In the center, sitting at a table telling a story was no other than Glock himself. At least I think it was Glock. Looking around to the armed officers chatting around him, it made me wish it wasn't him. But it had to have been Glock, who else would it be? The man is clean shaven and is wearing a well kept officer suit. He looks like a king compared to the rest of the officers. It is also clear that he holds the most respect among the group, as he orders a colonel to go and fetch the table another round of vodka. The man does so willingly. It had to have been Glock, so I nod towards Gena to inform him. I had heard stories from the surface outposts about this man. I had heard he once pulled a man eye out of his socket during an interrogation, turned it around, and put it back in. I expected the devil sit at the table, instead there was just a man. At least I think he is a man, I could not see any hooves.

 

When we finally eventually reached the end of the ventilation systems after a long and painfull time of crawling, Steve was determined to get us through this, as he jumped down and stabbed two nazi guards in the neck. That was a very skilled choice, as it made them unable to utter any sound before dying after only a few seconds after the stab. He even thought as far as catching them before they landed on the ground, and pulled them into the shadows. "All clear", Steve whispers, and I climb out of the ventilation system, pulling out Boris' old silenced revolver. This had been fixed by the gunsmith at Prospekt Mira, and this was the first time I was going to use it after it had been fixed, so I relied totally on the gunsmith's skills. I was hoping by heart that it would not fail me.

We were now Steve, me, Anton, Joe and Polina, all walking carefully down the hallway. We walked past the Arms deposite like Steve had said. I could see it on the name of the door. "People, if you need any silenced weapon, now would be the time to quickly swoop into the arms deposite here", I said and stopped our line. I peaked through the keyhole of the door. "Do you really think this is such a good idea?", one guard whispered to another from inside of the room in Russian. There were only two nazis there, and not more, to my surprise. "Yeah, I've done it countless of times. Nobody will notice that we're skipping our shift, so we can just chill in here for a couple of hours in the warmth and eat our lunch", the other one answered confidently in Russian, but with a more German accent. This made me certain that there were only those two in there and nobody else. It also made me certain that there would not be anyone coming here in a while.

I quickly but silently pulled down the handle of the door and pushed it. To my surprise, it wouldn't open, but the two nazis discovered it. "Shit, who could that be?" the confident one said nervously. "Wh- wh- who's there?" the Russian one asked. I stepped back, aimed at the lock, and fired three shots at the lock before I knocked in the door with my whole body. I raised the revolver and fired one shot into the German one's head quickly. I moved my revolver to the side, aiming for the Russian one. At the first shot, I missed him, but with the last bullet in the revolver, I managed to hit him in the throat. Both of them fell over, making two 'thump' noises. The Russian one made some gurgling sounds in his own blood, waving wildly with his legs and held his throat with his hands before he went silent and died after a few seconds.

I waved to the others to follow me inside before I closed the door with the ruined lock. "Quickly, get whatever silenced weaponary you need before we kove further on", I commanded, and did so myself. I opened closet after closet and searched and searched.

 

I had not made sure that someone were standing guard, but I found it rather unimportant at the time, none the less. It was unlikely that anyone would come around at this time, according to the now dead Nazi. Eventually, I finally found what I was looking for. As my HK was a German weapon, and therefor rare, I knew that finding a silencer for it would be difficult, if not impossible. But I also knew that D6 was infested with German items. Just so, I found a silencer attachment that fit my HKG36 perfect. I quickly loaded the revolver again, this time with six military grade bullets. I wanted the bullets to be perfect in this mission. Further on, I put it in my equippment belt before I slung the rifle off from the right side of my backpack to my hands and slowly screwed the silencer onto the barrel of it. The rifle was quite long in itself, and it was now even longer. A bit too long for my preferation, but quite efficient. I walked over to the door and stood guard. While I did so, I took two magazines from my belt and emptied them into my backpack before I filled them with military grade bullets too. That should do it. It took me some time, but I had the revolver ready at my side just in case.

This is what Benjamin's weapon looks like for the time being:

 

I slid myself out of the ventilation shaft after Benjamin dropped down to the ground. Just as I landed on the ground I saw Steve drag two guards off into the darkness. Knowing now that the mission had become a whole lot tougher, I grabbed my Ak-47 and pointed it down the hallway as we walked down it.

Benjamin stopped at the door to the arms deposit and said something that I didn't quite hear. He then began to look through the keyhole. I stood there staring into the long hallway ahead of us. Benjamin then began to try and open the door but found it to be locked. He fired three shots at the lock as it unlocked. Quickly taking out the two guards with good precision except for when he missed the second one. I quickly rushed in after he had entered.

I searched around for any military grade bullets as well a silencer for my revolver. "I need some throwing knives" I thought to myself. Realising where I could find them I rushed over to the two soldiers. I realised they were having lunch before we became barging. I searched them of their throwing knives but only found two. Rushing over to the shelves I looked for some more Military Grade Bullets. "It appears these Nazis have added to the collection of bullets here with some Dirty Ammo." I told everybody. My hands did most of the talking as I grabbed round after round eventually stopping to sit down.