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Post by Biomanic on Mar 9, 2010 17:56:51 GMT 10
Spencer had arrived in the Amazon Rainforest. He hid his small plane in some brush, but he felt it wouldn't be long before the Dillonz found it, and the shit would smear all over the fan. While he could, he went in all silent like.
He had a sweet arse gillie suit on, and a silenced sniper rifle. He trenched through the mirky grass, crawling on all fours. He had no idea where Dylan's base would be. But he had a few good ideas.
He originally thought that it would be hovering in the air, above the rainforest... In some sort'f crazy hovering city thing. But, on arrival, he found out that he was wrong. He also believed that Dylan was crazy enough to put the Base somewhere so obvious, that no one would notice it. But, it wasn't un-really obvious enough, or the other way around, whichever.
He also believed it may be on the bottom of the Amazon river, through a series of tunnels and shit under the ground. So, quickly he made hast for any entrance he could find to the river. Keeping sure not to raise any attention to himself.
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Post by Milk on Mar 9, 2010 19:35:08 GMT 10
At that moment six Dillonz burst into the lab, with them a rather beaten up spy. They dumped him at Dylan's feet.
"Sir. We found this CIA spy trying to get in from the river. Luckily for him we pulled him out before the electric piranhas could get him. Like you said sir, you wanted all the spy's alive." Said the first Dillon
Dylan looked at the American spy, he was so weak. Was this all the CIA had? Dylan was angry the spy had interrupted him as he drank while watching his strippers. The spy had to pay.
"Duffy." Dylan said with fat rolling around his pelvis. "Take this insect away and dispose of him however you please, I'm sure you'll enjoy that. "
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 9, 2010 21:35:51 GMT 10
Duffy stood, "Anything for you, sex-walrus."
So she took him out of the room and towards like a torture chamber thing and, with surprising strength, tied him down to the desk.
"Oh yeah..." Mesulder peeled off his mask, and with it other various garments belonging to the long-deceased real Duffy.
"It feels good to take that off every now and again."
Just that was enough to make the spy scream in horror and disgust to no end.
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 10, 2010 15:52:54 GMT 10
Spencer had found the Amazon river. Except, he still had a rather large problem ahead'f him. For starters, he didn't know for sure that Dylan's base would actually be in the waters depths of the River, also... There's a fuck-load of River to search.
He began to follow the river south, hoping to find an obvious entrance to the base. His luck turned, when about 100 metres ahead of him, he saw a few Child Dillonz playing by the River.
Child Dillonz were Dillonz that were bred to be able to learn more skillz, as younger people, so when they're fully grown will possess more power than the genetically quick bred Dillonz. It's not that amazing. Think, Dillonz, but 7, 8 and 9 year old versions.
Spencer raised his rifle. He couldn't let them escape. There was three of them, skipping about so gayly. Spencer squeezed the trigger, and the Dillonz dropped. There young bodies falling to the ground in a shower of blood and other liquids. Spencer felt bad, but not that bad.
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 10, 2010 18:26:12 GMT 10
Username: Farrelei. Name: Samuel Marsh. Age: 29. Gender: Male. Team: Um, America? Reason for being in the amazon: Spying on Dylan. Bio/background info: He is a spy and no-one knows anything about him (too lazy). Appearance:  Other: He likes pickled onions. |
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 10, 2010 18:31:08 GMT 10
Mesulder grimaced at the young, screaming man in front of him, "My god, you're ugly."
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME OH MY GOD PLEASE"
Mesulder frowned, "Well I really wanted some sexual release, here..."
"AAAAAHHAHHAHAHHAAAGHAAHAHAGHAGAHAHH"
"Yeah you're too ugly."
Mesulder got a drill from the torture rack thing on the wall and turned it on.
"OH GOD PLEASE."
As Mesulder got closer, he kind of chuckled and thrust the drill towards the man's mouth.
Just then, Samuel Marsh - for he was the spy - shot Mesulder with a spray of tranquilising gas hidden under his tongue (which he had been trained to resist), and then, as Mesulder's naked body collapsed on top of him, managed to bite off the key that was stickytaped to Mesulder's chest and and freed his wrists and ankles.
He would have killed him, but he was too wussy and so he escaped.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2010 20:17:56 GMT 10
Shepherd landed his private jet at Moscow. He was greeted by 4 black cars. He got in the first one and was escorted to a large building. He was taken to the top floor by his escorts. He was now in a large room with a desk next two the window, the big chair behind the desk spun around to face him. A man with dark skin and glasses was sitting in it. He got up and walked towards Shepherd. They shook hands the man introduced himself as Alexander.
"Shepherd, I must say I wasn't expecting you to come here so soon." Alexander said "But I do not have what you want just yet."
"I need it now Alexander!"
"Very well I can get it to you sooner but it will cost double."
Dylan was masturbating.
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 10, 2010 20:20:24 GMT 10
Spencer entered the playing area of the Child Dillonz ( Or Chillonz, as I call them ) and found a small map. It had a route to the area they had to report to after they finished playing.
"Well, that was a freebie." Said Spencer.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2010 20:22:17 GMT 10
But Spencer had not seen the stealth Chillon in the bush behind him. It ran out at full speed and jumped on his back knocking him over.
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 10, 2010 20:28:50 GMT 10
Spencer landed hard on the ground. He didn't know that the Chillonz were smart enough to camouflage at such a young age. He had underestimated them, but he won't again. He rolled out of the strike of Chillon. He regained his stance and looked at his foe, standing a few metres in front of him. They were staring each other down. Spencer wasn't going to get beaten by a child. He'd dropped his rifle when the boy had tackled him. He reached for his side arm, and drew (FUCK ME) it. When he raised it, the Chillon had already picked up Spence's rifle, and had it aiming at Spencer's head.
"Look, this makes no sense." Said Spencer. "You're just a child."
"We Chillonz are some of the highest trained soldiers under the Mighty Dylan's command." Said the Chillon.
"Yes, but will that protect you from the Boogy man?" Asked Spencer.
"Wait, who's that?" Asked the Chillon.
"It's a Monster, hides under the beds of Chillonz, and when you sleep, he watches over you. When you turn 12 he will try to eat you." Said Spencer.
"This isn't true!" Yelled the Chillon.
"It's true. Best prepare for it, little one." Said Spencer.
The Chillon looked scared, he didn't know what to believe. The second that the Chillon stopped concentrating on Spencer, he raised his gun and shot, hitting the Chillon in the gut. The Chillon screamed and fell to the ground, blood poured out onto the ground. Spencer looked down to him. He raised his gun and shot the Chillon in the head.
He wouldn't underestimate them again.
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 10, 2010 21:05:38 GMT 10
Samuel was escaping when he ran into Spencer and kind of screamed, and then realised he was being followed be like 6000 Dillonz and Grandma Enzelduff in some kind of tank.
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 11, 2010 16:28:21 GMT 10
Spencer needed to hide. He ran and dived right into the Waters of the River, and was swept down with the currents. Spencer hit his head on a rock, and blacked out. The Next thing he knew, he was locked up in a Jail cell.
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 11, 2010 17:48:40 GMT 10
"Oh hi," Samuel said as he noticed Spencer awake next to him, "You better be good at like cutting through things or else you're no use to me. I'm a very busy guy you know. You probably don't know this but I'm a spy and yeah my mission here is important. So don 't tell anyone or I'll have to kill you like in James Bond. It hurts more than they say it does, trust me."
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Post by Silverlining on Mar 11, 2010 18:51:18 GMT 10
Andy sighed deeply, contemplating the most hectic hours of organising ever.
He looked around hercules carrier plane, looking at his team, and how much hell he had to go through to get them here... He couldn't believe he''d survived... A committee... With no refreshers during or after...
Andy wondered whether it was worth it. Not to mention that slimy, greasy quarter-master. Andy had to slam the man into the wall just so the quarter-master would shut up, and let Andy speak.
The intercom turned on from the cabin.
"Team Washington, we drop you and your cargo in 60 seconds. Please prepare to drop."
Andy pushed his empty bottle of rum into a bin, and strapped on his harness. He checked his team, and motioned them to head in to the massive steel container that would be dropping, then stepped inside himself.
He heard the intercom.
"Dropping... Now..."
Andy felt a sickening motion in his stomach, as the container dropped. Inside the container, there was a control room, with two men typing away on computers. In the very centre, there was a helicopter, and a pilot sitting inside. The helicopter was quite large, enough to carry his team.
Andy glanced at his team, then motioned for them to turn on their radios. He looked at them, and then said
"Turn off your bloody neon on the suits, will you?"
His team sighed, and one by one, switched off the bright neon.
"Right."
Andy turned off his own neon lighting, and checked his designated marksman rifle.
He checked his two small, sawn-off shotguns holstered on each leg, and made sure his magnum was in place. He nodded at his team, who were doing similar things.
"People, I'll be heading out alone for now. I'll call for you when I need it. For now, just secure the area, and camouflage base."
His team looked dejected, so he added, "After your job is done, look in that card-board box you saw me hide in the helicopter. It's full of moonshine whisky"
As the container landed, Andy tried to check Spencer's radio signal..
"Testing, you dirty bastard."
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 11, 2010 19:56:47 GMT 10
"Look, err...?"
"Samuel."
"Look Samuel, I don't care what it is you're doing here, I can't let you endanger my mission." Said Spencer as he stood up, checking out the metal bars.
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