Post by Διμι on Feb 12, 2010 0:26:45 GMT -5
Night descended upon Rostok, but this hardly meant a decrease in activity in this region. A subterranean bloodsucker stealthily probed the irradiated, overgrown and desolate warehouse next to the train station, and the howl of a dog pack could be heard in the distance. The electric anomalies blanketing the train tracks dimly illuminated the area with a faint glow and crackling sparks. Not too far away, another source of light could be seen, namely a small campfire around which three bandits in trench coats were situated.
The bloodsucker tensed, its tentacles almost acting as antennae, seeking out the blood supply it knew was somewhere very near. The beast could see superbly in the dark, but yet it could not locate its prey.
The tentacles seethed, smelling out the area, and suddenly strained for the low beams holding up the roof of the warehouse.
Seth wasted no time, leaping from his perch as the mutant finally looked up to receive the blade of the Freedomer's knife into its eye socket. The six and a half foot humanoid dropped like a sack of potatoes into the matted shrubs covering the warehouse floor. The stalker quickly wiped off the blade of his weapon on the creature's dark blue, hairy hide. He felt the heat from the Crystal artifact on his midriff, as the precious mineral struggled to deactivate the radioactive isotopes in the air immediately around him. No, he thought, it wouldn't do to stay in the contaminated zone any longer. He quietly crept out of the warehouse, checking his surroundings.
"A vse-taki prikolno my ih otdelaly, pacany!" exclaimed the shortest bandit about the distant campfire, "good job kicking some loner ass today, bratva!" he patted the small pile of weaponry and light jackets lying nearby. He took another sip of the vodka from the bottle in his hands, which promptly exploded. "What th-" the bandit's sentence was cut off as another 7.62x54mm round punched a hole through his head.
The remaining bandits didn't even have a chance to scatter out of the light given off by their campfire. Two more bullets from Seth's SVU found their mark, and the blackguards dropped. Coming out of his hiding place, the Freedomer approached the bodies. Taking out a bandage, he unraveled it, soaking it with the blood of the bandit. Unsanitary, he thought, but there was no way his plan was going to work otherwise. Wasting no time, he pulled on one of the jackets looted by the bandits over his tight-fitting suit, removing the visor altogether and stuffing it into his pack.
His work complete, he looked over at the horizon, where the first rays of the morning sun began to pierce through the gloom. Leaving the bandits where they lay, Seth walked off towards the crossroads to the Army Warehouse, hoping his future disguise would be enough to disguise himself to the Duty guards.
The bloodsucker tensed, its tentacles almost acting as antennae, seeking out the blood supply it knew was somewhere very near. The beast could see superbly in the dark, but yet it could not locate its prey.
The tentacles seethed, smelling out the area, and suddenly strained for the low beams holding up the roof of the warehouse.
Seth wasted no time, leaping from his perch as the mutant finally looked up to receive the blade of the Freedomer's knife into its eye socket. The six and a half foot humanoid dropped like a sack of potatoes into the matted shrubs covering the warehouse floor. The stalker quickly wiped off the blade of his weapon on the creature's dark blue, hairy hide. He felt the heat from the Crystal artifact on his midriff, as the precious mineral struggled to deactivate the radioactive isotopes in the air immediately around him. No, he thought, it wouldn't do to stay in the contaminated zone any longer. He quietly crept out of the warehouse, checking his surroundings.
"A vse-taki prikolno my ih otdelaly, pacany!" exclaimed the shortest bandit about the distant campfire, "good job kicking some loner ass today, bratva!" he patted the small pile of weaponry and light jackets lying nearby. He took another sip of the vodka from the bottle in his hands, which promptly exploded. "What th-" the bandit's sentence was cut off as another 7.62x54mm round punched a hole through his head.
The remaining bandits didn't even have a chance to scatter out of the light given off by their campfire. Two more bullets from Seth's SVU found their mark, and the blackguards dropped. Coming out of his hiding place, the Freedomer approached the bodies. Taking out a bandage, he unraveled it, soaking it with the blood of the bandit. Unsanitary, he thought, but there was no way his plan was going to work otherwise. Wasting no time, he pulled on one of the jackets looted by the bandits over his tight-fitting suit, removing the visor altogether and stuffing it into his pack.
His work complete, he looked over at the horizon, where the first rays of the morning sun began to pierce through the gloom. Leaving the bandits where they lay, Seth walked off towards the crossroads to the Army Warehouse, hoping his future disguise would be enough to disguise himself to the Duty guards.