RPG Metal Gear Solid: Project FOXHOUND

[Squall]

"Starfe, are you familliar with the terrorist takeover of the white
house three years ago?"

"Of course."

"Terrorists seal the gates and plan to blow up the white house if their leader wasn't freed from prision, your classic nightmare."

"Before somebody went to far and pushed the wrong button. Then it became a Freddy Cougar movie."

The white house stood, gleaming in the sunlight. Aside from the locked gates, you could never tell that something was wrong.

"Exactly. Half of the explosives went off, devistating the white house and killing many people inside. The terrorists were nowhere to be found. The new president put all of his budgets on white house security, making it impossible for a double-jointed fly to get in undetected.

That was true, until ten hours ago, when a group of terrorists took the white house captive, holding the president as hostage. They also plan to launch a nuclear missle straight into the heart of New York city."

"Evacuation?"

"No. The public is not aware of any of this."

"What are there demands?"

"20 billion dollars in cash, among other assorted items. But that doesn't matter. Your mission is to enter the white house and disarm the terrorists by any means necissary."

"What's the insertion method?"

"Parachute from a stealth jet. You will have three minutes to get on the ground before radar picks you up.

The jet soared overhead, and then hovered over the white house. A figure was launched from the jet and immediately, a plastic see through parachute was deployed.

"Now would be a good time to mention that many operatists from your unit will also be inside, but they will not come in with you."

The wind picked up, blowing the figure and his parachute into the top dome. The figure landed on the wall and pushed off, detatching the small parachute. He did a flip and landed on the roof. He grabbed a small radio and dialed in his frequency. "This is Starfe. I'm on the roof."

[The (Sic) Shape]

OOC: Did you really have to use the "your classic nightmare" line?
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Clyde Valentine remained lying down on a bench in a park in front of the White House. To anyone he would look like your average bum but that wasn't it. He was waiting for something. He felt a rush of wind nearby. He could tell that a stealth jet had passed by. Just what he was waiting for.

Valentine:Time to go to work.

He slowly walked up to the gate, ready to get in. Good thing was that the public was unaware of this takeover, so the terrorist's were all inside the building. he climbed over the gate, and landed on the otherside.

Valentine:[i]Better watch out for traps.[/i]

He stepped slowly on the courtyard, making sure not to step on any traps. In minutes he was standing in front of a window. He looked inside to see only two terrorists in the room. He pulled out his SOCOM, and pointed at one of the terrorist.

He spotted the lazer sighting in his chest and saw Valentine at the window, before he could do anything the bullet went through the window and into his chest. Valentine rammed through the window with his shoulder and fired at the other terrorist.

He smiled. Another problem solved with a bullet. Valentine got up, brushing off the glass shards. He quickly grabbed the bodies and tossed them out the broken window. He slowly opened the door and peeked to see no one was there. He pulled out a small radio.

Valentine: Valentine here. I have just entered a room on the first floor in a room on the right side of the White House. I'm on my way to find the others, starting with the one on the roof.

[Guest Skyechild91]

OCC: Okay, this is just a little confusing, but I think I get it...

IC: Christina Diran, or more commonly known as Kovu or Chris, bladed past the white house. It was so calm, so quiet, no one could suspect that something had gone wrong.

She skidded to a stop. She sat doqn on a near-by bench, and un-buckled her roller-blades, slipping on her boots. She stahsed them under the bench.

A slight breeze ruffled Chris' blonde hair, and she htought, [I] Okay, lets rock. [/I] She slipped quietly across the lawn, and hid in the shadows.

She peeked in a window, and saw no one. She ducked behind a bush. She crouched there, and slipped out a small radio. She said into it, " Chris here. Im around the front by the left window from the door."

[Dead Alice]

Angel Anderson stood motionless against a wall in a dark corridor of the White House, her gun at the ready. She heard footsteps around the corner, coming toward her. Drawing a small knife from her glove, she was prepared to strike.
Right as the dark-skinned terrorist turned the corner, Angel threw her knife, just barely missing his neck. He was about to fire, but she was too quick for him. One shot through the chest and he was out like a light.
"Score one for the Scarlet Angel," she said to herself, taking her mini-radio out of her pocket. "This is Scarlet Angel. I have just taken out officer Marshall. Preparing to launch assault on second floor."

((OOC: Hm... This is my first time being in an RP like this...))

[Squall]

OOC: Heh, the classic nightmare line was a little much :-)

Starfe looked to both sides and ran along the roof to the edge. The bright green overly kept grass down below swayed in the breeze. Starfe jumped off the edge and clinged to the side. The windows were sealed tight and the curtains were drawn. Starfe worked his way to one of them and tried to kick it in. It didn't budge, but the sound was enough to attract a guard. He opened the window and peeked his head out. Starfe kicked him in the head and squeezed his way in. The guard lay unconcious on the floor. Starfe examined his body. He picked up what looked like an M-16 and took it's ammo.
[i] American weaponry? [/i]
He stealthly made his way down the hall and looked around the corner. "This is Starfe." He whispered to a small speaker on the inside of his jacket. "I am on the fith floor. Requesting rendevus (however it's spelled) point with other opratives. Do you read."

[Guest Skyechild91]

OCC: Okay, Im kinda confused, but over the rendevus thingy....

Chris heard Starfe. She spoke. "Chris here. I read you, Starfe. What do you need? Nevermind. Im on my way to the fifth floor." She slipped out her gun, and peeked in the window. No one. She stood up fast, and kicked at the window, shattering the glass as she hit it with her boot. She launched herslef in through the window, and crouched. She heard someone coming, and ducked behind a couch that was the room only furnishing. Guards rushed right past the room, and she slipped over to the door. She peeked out as the guards turned the corner. [I] Close one, [/I] she htought as she slipped out into the hallway. She ran down the hall, and slipped into a abandonded room. SHe said into the radio, "Chris again. Your exact location Starfe? Im in the building."

[Dead Alice]

After taking out several terrorists, Angel headed to the third floor, then fourth, then fifth, taking the stairs. "Angel here," she said into her radio. "Where is the exact rendezvous point?" ((Yes, I actually know how to spell it. :P Don't feel like writing much today...))

[The (Sic) Shape]

Valentine quickly made his way up the forth floor after hearing the trasmission.

Valentine: [i]Strange. There aren't many terrorists here. They would need more people to take over this place.[/i]

He stopped as he heard footsteps. He pushed himself against the wall, peeking at the corner of the hallway. Another terrorist, and he was coming this way. Valentine quickly removed an empty magazine from his SOCOM and threw it on the otherside of the hallway, getting the terrorist's attention. As he walked to the otherside Valentine quickly got behind him and pointed his weapon at his back.

Valentine: Freeze!

Before the terrorist could react Valentine used the butt of his gun and knocked the terrorist out. He checked the for weapons and ammo. M4 ammo, just what he needed. He quickly reloaded his SOCOM and made his way to the fifth floor. The door to the fifth floor was already open...

Valentine: [i]Someone is already here. Better watch who Im shooting.[/i]

As he was about to step into his room he saw a knife barely missing him. He crouched down and pointed his SOCOM at the attacker. He could tell it wasnt a terrorist.

Valentine: Identify yourself!

[Guest Skyechild91]

OCC: I know, youre probably wanting Angel, but Chris does have throwing knives, if youll check her CIS...

IC: Chris stood up, putting herself in full vew. "Christina Diran. Call me Chris." She walked over to her dagger, slipping it into her sheath silently. "And you are...?" He stood up, lowering his gun. "Valentine." Chris gave a half cocky grin. "Cute name. Cute face, too."

[The (Sic) Shape]

OCC: Actually I was expecting either you or Angel.
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Valentine: Thanks for the compliment.

He just stood there staring at her.

Chris: What? Do I got something on my face?

Valentine: No. I just didnt expect a FOXHOUND operative to be so young.

Chris: When I want your opinion I'll ask for it, and what do you mean by 'young'?

Valentine: Nevermind. Forget I said that. So do you know where the exact rendezvous point is?

Chris: Sorry, but no. I only received the transmisson a few minutes ago and Starfe didnt tell me exactly where, just somewhere on the fifth floor. I just got here and then you come in.

Valentine: Alright. We can either wait here or look for Starfe. What do you think?

[Dead Alice]

Angel heard voices talking and decided to see whether or not they were terrorists. She slowly inched along the wall, her gun held tight in her hands. Peeking around the corner, she could see they weren't terrorists.
"Hey there! Is this the rendezvous point or what?" The two operatives jumped in surprise and held out their weapons. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you," said Angel, rubbing the back of her head nervously.
"Don't scare us like that!" said the girl, who looked very young.
"Sorry, sorry," Angel said again. "So who are you anyway?"
"I'm Christina Diran, and this is Valentine," said the girl. "Who are you?"
"Angel Anderson," she said with grin. "The Scarlet Angel, the crazy *****, the crazy wannabe angel *****, or just *****, or-"
"Enough with the nicknames already," said Valentine in an annoyed voice. "Miss Anderson."
"Don't call me that!"
"Whatever, *****," said Valentine, half-laughing.
"Are we going to look for Starfe now or not?" Chris asked impatiently. "Because you guys are getting on my nerves." Angel rolled her eyes.

EDIT: Oops, hehe. ^-^;; Sorry about the B*tch thing... *sweatdrops*

[Guest Skyechild91]

OCC: Its okay, I cuss like that in real life, so no worries. And thats a relief, Sic...

IC: Chris thought for a minute. "Hm... Well, we have a few otpions of what we could do. We could split up, Or," she said, ticking things off on her fingers. " We could radio him agin. The last two are the most obvious." She shrugged, blonde hair faling back over her shoulders. Valintine noticed that er bright green eyes, hidden behind darl lashes, moved constantly, missing no movement. ? Personally, I want to get out of here. You two startled the hell out of me. But then,? she said, smiling slightly. ? Terrorists tend to make more noise than either of you did.? Again she shrugged. Again her eyes shifted, lighting softly on Valentine. ?Its up to you, Valentine, Angel.? She smirked. ?After all, Im a little young.? Valentine shifted under her gaze. ? Im only nineteen, after all.?

[Dead Alice]

Angel talked into her radio again, the other hand on her hip. "Angel here. Where is the exact rendezvous point?" She waited for a response.
"This is Starfe. The rendezvous point is on the fifth floor, room 507 B."
"I read ya loud and clear, Starfe. Angel, over and out. You two heard me, let's move!"
"Don't start gettin' bossy on me," said Chris in annoyed tone as they headed for the rendezvous point.
"Hey missy, unless you wanna taste steel, I suggest you shut up."
Valentine rolled his eyes at the catfighting women. ((hehe this is fun))

[Guest Skyechild91]

Chris had a knife out and at Angels throat in seconds, startling both Valentine and Angel. "Want to say that agian?" Angel shook her head. Chris released her and ran off. [I] Whats with her anyway? Idiot [/I] She slid to a stop at a door. She checked the number, then went in. STarfe moved out of the shadows slowly. Chris barley caught her breath. "Oh... Im CHris. You must be Starfe."

[The (Sic) Shape]

Valentine: [i]hmph. Rookies.[/i] Well what are we waiting for, Anderson?Let's go follow her.

As they continued walking Angel broke the silence.

Angel: I told you not to call me that.

Valentine: Sorry, but that's the way how we are identified in the military. Either that or code names. Where were you before FOXHOUND?

Angel: I was apart of the Army's Force XXI Trials.

Valentine tried to remember what the Force XXI Trials was about.

Valentine: It's about Tactical IT deployment, right? VR training?

Angel: Yeah.

Valentine: So your a rookie, a "videogame" soldier. I could tell by the way you act, and I'm pretty sure that Diran is one too.

Angel: Doesn't matter. I was trained through the hardest and toughest training simulations. I can handle anything.

Valentine: I hope so.

They stopped talking as they approached Chris and Starfe.

Valentine: So is this guy Starfe?

[Squall]

Starfe nodded. "Looks like we're all here. We should go over the mission briefing." Valentine nodded and Angel looked boared. "Our goal is to disable the terrorist's means of launching the nuclear missle."

"Wait. In the VR I was in, we should first confirm whether or not the terrorists even have the ability to make that launch." Angel said confused. "That's right, but not this time. As a United States of America launch control center, the mission control has complete and undisrupted power over our missles. There isn't a damn way in hell that they couldn't do it."

"Where is mission control?"
"At least seven miles below ground. A little 'add on' the former president thought necissary."
"I took a good look at the number of sentries on each floor, it doesn't seem nearly enough to take over the White House and Mission Control." Starfe sighed. "The last I heard, Mission Control was still under United States control."

"What?!"
"Mission Control is connected to the white house through a long maze of hallways, id scans, traps, you name it. Not something a soldier would want to go through. MS decided to operate on comlink with the White House, and check in every half an hour, to avoid inconvienencies." Valentine growled and punched the wall. Great. All this mess, just from too many lazy ****s in office."

"Couldn't of said it better myself. It seems that MS has been severed from all communications for the last seven hours."

"But, if they wer'nt getting through with their comlink checkup, wouldn't they be alerted?"
"Yes. MS operatives are trained to send an elite squad if a comlink is ignored for anywhere over ten seconds. Why they haven't come, that's another story."

[Guest Skyechild91]

Chris leaned on the wall, soaking all this in. Her gaze shifted from Angel, to Starfe to valentine, then back to Starfe. She fidded with a knife, liking the way the cold metal felt on her skin. "so... what exactly are we supposed to do, besides the obvious: take out the terrorists."

OCC: Sorry its short, but this needed to be started back up and I nee d alittle mor info on whats going on...

[Squall]

Starfe grinned. "You pretty much hit the nail on the head. Take out the threat. But, some side stuff the pentagon wants done is to find their origin, rescue the president and staff, and one more thing. It was intercepted that they have a secret weapon. We need to find out what it is." Chris nodded. "And how are we supposed to do any of this?"

"Improvising." Valentine just snorted. "This is great. Winging it with partners that have no idea what they're doing."

"Watch it, pal." Starfe said. "Anyways, rescuing the president comes first. He has the clearence to deactivate those missles."

"Where is he?"

"We're on the top floor now, and so is he. He's been held hostage in a safe room in that direction." He pointed down the hall. "There's a secret staircase that leads to it. The only problem, is the terrorists have destroyed the main hallway leading to that staircase. We gotta find another route."

[The (Sic) Shape]

Valentine let out a sigh.

"I guess we're taking the scenic route."

"But what IS the scenic route?" Chris asked.

"Well isn't there another way up from the forth floor?" Angel asked.

"I'm not sure," Starfe said, "But it's possible, but don't you think that we should come up with another route if there isn't a way up from the forth floor?"

"We could take the roof," Valentine suggested, "And find a window to get into from there. Since there's two routes and four people, we should split up. I'll take the roof. Who's coming with me?"
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Not much but just to get this started up again.

[Squall]

Everyone remained quiet. Starfe wasn't sure if it was the fear of being spotted in broad daylight that drove them to silence, or if it was Valentine. Starfe sighed. "I came in from the roof. There's a rappel rope in the office down the hall. Angel, I want you to go with him."

Angel looked suprised. "Why me?"

"Because, you've been in Force XXI and haven't seen a whole bunch of action. Valentine's experienced, he can watch after you."

"Hey, y'know the same goes for you."

"Yeah, but I'm the only one who's really been breefed in-depth on the layout. Your route's pretty simple to follow."
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This thing's gonna get started up again sooner or later....

[The (Sic) Shape]

"Well," Valentine motioned at Angel, "Let's go. We'll meet you guys on the otherside."

Both Angel and Valentine left the room and quickly grabbed the grapple rope from the office across the hall and took the stairs leading up to the roof.

They stopped at the hatch entering the roof, and prepared their weapons in case if there was going to be anyone else up there. Valentine slowly opened the hatch and only saw the remains of a parachute.

"That must be the parachute Starfe used," Angel said.

"Yeah, but we should hurry."

They walked all the way across the roof from the hatch. Valentine looked over the edge of the White House and saw a window below them. He signaled Angel to come over to him.

"Okay, I'm going to head down and breakthrough the window below us. Once I'm in amd clear the room you follow me. Got it?" Valentine asked.

Angel simply nodded and set up the grapple as Valentine grabbed onto the rope. He then slowly started to rope down until his feet touched the window. He then pushed back and kicked through the window, and entered the room.

Valentine quickly got up to see Angel roping down into the room. Once they were both in they were about to call Starfe and Chris until the door to the room opened, seeing several terrorists entering the room...

[Guest Skyechild91]

OOC: Funky new thingy...::points up::

IC: Chris watched Angel and Valentine leave, then cast a glance at Starfe. "Well?" Starfe looked at her. "Well, what?" Chris slapped her palm to her forehead, eyes shut. "Duh, what next!" She sighed, and let her arms drop to her sides, looking at the cieling. Her green eyes unfocused. "Sorry, that line about working with people who don't know what thier doing just ticked me off. I'm just a little worried about working with people I don't, and never have, known." She looked back at Starfe. "Well," she repeated.

[Squall]

"Well..." Starfe scratched the back of his head. "I guess we find a node."

"A what?"

"A node. It's a computor that keeps data on Blueprints and guard wherabouts. We can probobly find another route from there, and if we find one in the main computor room, we can shut down survailence cameras on this floor." Chris looked confused. "Survailence cameras?" Starfe pointed behind him to one. "That one's disconnected, so don't worry. But there around every corner."

"Allright, so let's get on it." Chris said, as they started off. The survailence camera followed their movements.

"Should I send backup to the computor room?" Said a soldier. "Not yet." Said another voice, this one with a russian accent. "Let's play with them for a bit."

[Guest Skyechild91]

Chris cursed under her brweath."Damn, they know were here!" SHe whispered this. "Starfe, do we take them out?" She slid out a dgger, and her gun, and looked at him, slightly pissed off.

[Squall]

Starfe puts his hand up to silence her. "Shh! Let's see if we can learn anymore." He pressed up against the wall and listened. "By the way, how is project V coming along?"

"Perfectly, sir. Test results are showing a 93% efficentcy level on all test subjects. the AF group is in there now, making positivly sure all test subject don't flee." A small sound came from Starfe's throat when AF was mentioned. They left down the hall, talking about Precision matters. "What's project V? and whats AF?" Chris asked, Scratching her head.

"I don't know about V, but I have a feeling it isn't very good."

"Yeah, you get that vibe too, do ya? And the other?"

"...AF. Not much is known, but it's joked to be an Anti-Foxhound group. Every mission the goverment feels important enough to call in Foxhound about, they seem to be involved. It's no coincedence." Chris swallowed. "I never heard about that!"

"It's not really well known about. But, what I do know is that there are five members, Syringe, Aqua, Mistress, Lockheart, and..."

"And?"

"The most mysterious of them all, Cyllian. The guessed leader of the group."