Battle of... Gods? [Closed RP]
The helicopter was loud. The constant thumping of the blades only slightly muffled by the headset she was wearing. Clicking the 9mm magazine into the handgun within her gloved hands, she’d brush some of her brown hair out of her face.
Another fun day in Jubei’s life.
The lights from the towering skyscrapers and the many street vendors bellow would appear like christmas lights despite it being mid-July, the Helicopter’s own heavy-duty beam cutting through any shred of darkness like a Bishop in the shadows.
Jubei had been brought in from the DSO to investigate reports that a potential BOW threat was going to go down here in Narashino, Japan, by a known terrorist that had started making outrageous threats. He’d been tracked back here - to Jubei’s homeland - and now the DSO was on high-alert for any potential activity.
The ride itself was relatively smooth, it being a rather cool evening in Japan; setting Jubei down on top of a building she’d step out, her handler glancing towards her from the cabin of the ‘Chopper; with a nod and a wave it’d raise and fly away, leaving Jubei here alone.
“Alright... Let’s get to work”
Chambering a new round into the VP9 handgun, she’d mentally count the rounds remaining; 15, a good, solid number, much better than the random 18 that the VP70 took. Though the naming always confused her.
Sadly that was all she was armed with; being that she needed to be slightly more covert than other operations, a well-hidden handgun was the only weapon she’d have on her; bar the usual combat-knife and things like that.
Moving across the roof to the stairwell she’d push the door open, the creaking the only noise on a roof this high; it sounded almost eerie, as did the fact that the lights were all off. Flicking on her waist-light she’d sigh, shaking her head.
“Oh come on, not 5 minutes when I’m on the ground and it’s already creepy. That’s just not cool, man. Not cool”
Though it would most-likely just be very innocent - probably people sleeping or the cleaners were done working for the night - it still fought against Jubei’s nerves, trying to unsettle the agent.
Making her way down to the closest floor she’d look left and right; the building was huge, and what the hell was that smell...
She’d almost wretch from the nearby smell - someone must have left something bad in the fridge - as she’d be forced to step towards it to head down another floor. Stepping forwards with her handgun raised, her eyes were feverishly scanning the rooms for signs of life-
So when she heard something crash against the ground she’d jump, spinning around into a crouch, finger almost ready to squeeze the trigger as she noticed the running rat; jeez... She really was jumpy tonight. Didn’t help that she’d been ready scary stories the entire way here.
“Oh come on Jubei, pull yourself together...”
Standing and laughing lightly to herself she’d brush her trousers off, holstering the handgun-
As the hands would grab at her shoulders, the loud moaning now penetrating her ears as she’d glance; the man groaning and shuffling as it tried to almost take a chunk out of her arm! Without thinking she withdrew her knife and shoved it into the back of the mans skull, blood spurting out as he let out a single, final groan; and fell flat on his stomach,knife poking up.
She’d reach down and pick it up, panting lightly and rubbing it on a nearby cloth to clean the damn thing. What the hell...
Stepping towards the bleeding carcass she’d crouch down, pulling out a proper torch from a small pouch on her hip to properly inspect; Jesus, he’d been ripped apart...
His body was falling apart, mucus and threads of muscle and sinew hanging out of his back; the spine clearly visible and yellow, marked with decay. But the worst part was the smell; that pungent, deathly smell that made her think of roadkill in the summer.
Much like that summer in America.
Frowning, she was praying it was a single incident; that he was the only one, but in the back of her mind she knew that’d never be the case, that once there was one there’d be another.
Which meant he was here, and the madman had actually unleashed the T-Virus onto this poor city.
Pulling out and fumbling at her radio she’d sigh, standing and leaning against a wall.
“Bird here. What’s wrong?”
“A big problem. There’s infected, quarantine the area, he’s gotta be here.”
After a few more words and the normal “stay safe”, Jubei would start down the hallway once more; jeez, this just got so much creepier so much quicker. Though she could hear something; some thumping, as if it was someone walking...
“Who’s there?!”
She’d call out, handgun aimed straight where an adult’s head would be, the woman frowning. Though she’d never expect an actual, normal person to step out; that was a welcome relief. He didn’t match the profile of the suspect, so she’d lower the handgun, a smile flashing across her face for all of a moment.
Tall and rather stunning were the first words that came to mind, though those thoughts could be thought later. Right now, they were in trouble. Once one went down it’d undoubtedly bring others, and that meant...
“Fuck, the stairs!”
Without waiting for him to talk - or not listening, either or - she’d dart back to the stairs, taking a step back as the shambling messes and living-corpses of the T-Virus victims trying to climb up.
Running back towards this man she’d frown, looking down at the ground; well, this wasn’t going to be fun. He looked like a civilian, and she doubted he’d be strong enough to shimmy down an elevator...
“We’ve gotta get out of here. Do you work here? Is there another escape, fire or otherwise?”
@dang-zi
