Hell, i've been coming back to Ironoak, just to read these stories, i wanna see this go on for atleast 10 more isntallments:) Your stories are absolutely awesome lol.

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I'll kill y'all if you don't stop. I will, believe me.
Twice the ammount would do just fine, Jester. As long as you keep writing

I found my password! I'll be posting a new installment soon. Thank you for your support!

*NOTE* I have just noticed that all quotation marks in the previous installment were removed for some reason. I will edit this and try to figure out why.

This post has been edited by Jest3r on February 09, 2007 02:20 am

On the twenty-third floor of the makeshift police headquarters, a rather short, fat man ran frantically down a brightly lit hallway. He pushed his rounded, sweaty glasses further up upon his nose as he pushed open a large brown door. It had a lusterless silver colored handle, a surplus doorknob that was recycled through several larger city buildings when the school board ordered far too many. The knob tilted downward as he raised his voice to a strong yell.

“Lieutenant Daniels, you should come and… Lieutenant?”

The room was bustling with activity. Dozens of operators were quickly typing on keyboards in front of even more monitors. Tiny figures dashed across the screen, running from darker looking figures behind them. Every once in a while, tiny flashes of light would appear on the screen, followed by a single dark dot which would cease to move.

“Security cameras. They’re on the corners of every building above twenty stories in the city,” said a calm voice behind the fat man.

“Lieutenant Daniels, sir, we’ve analyzed the helicopter footage; you know, the tapes recovered by Captain Barnet’s team?” squealed the man. Daniels simply nodded and turned to look downwards to a blue colored table swarmed with papers. “Sir?”

“What is it?”

“You should really take a look at it. It would seem that there’s a third party involved in this. Some type of organization claiming to be called ‘Operation Pandora.’”

“Alright,” he pushed a headset off his head to rest on his shoulders. “Captain, take charge for a moment.”

Lieutenant Daniels followed the large man out of the room. They walked down the cold corridor, stopping in front of a room labeled “Audio-Visual Dept., 23rd Floor.”

The portly man looked up at the Lieutenant, who looked expectedly at the wooden door. Daniels returned the stare. “What is it?”

“Sir… it’s just the scope of this. I haven’t watched the entire tape yet,” he opened the door, revealing an armed officer standing at attention in front of a projector and screen. Two blackened chairs sat unoccupied in front of the blank screen. “But he said that the Operation is enormous. They’ve released something in major cities all over the world.”

Lieutenant Daniels folded his arms and grumbled, “Who?”

“The man on the tape sir, well, whatever organization he’s working for. Watch.”

A black tape slid into the machine, and the blank screen flickered to life. A man in a red uniform sat alone in a small room. His head was bent over slightly in order to inspect the long weapon which lay in his arms. “Hello,” he began slowly. “My name to you will be Jack, codename Red Fourteen. I am, in part, responsible for over seven-thousand deaths across the world until the date of this recording. By the time you see this, I will have the blood of millions on my hands.”

He paused.

Daniels sat back uneasily as he watched the tape continue to roll. Red Fourteen raised his head to the camera, and began to speak again. “It began in 1988. I was first contacted via mail to take part in a clinical study…”

“Officer,” began Lieutenant Daniels, “please stand guard outside the room. Let me know if anything urgent needs my attention.”

***

Izzy moved decisively and violently. Three bodies slumped to the floor in the hallway at once as she positioned herself in front of a large, white office door. Smoking holes rose from the corpses as Izzy lowered her weapon. Poole had been providing cover fire from somewhere on the top floor of this building, and she had checked all the other offices.

This was the last one. The door was slightly ajar, a single pair of bloody handprints on the outside.

One of the heaps of flesh moaned, only to be silenced by a burst of fire. Izzy tore out her now empty magazine and looked for another one. Only seven left. I have to make it last until I can get back to the lines, she thought to herself. She slapped one in.

A dull static thud could be heard inside the office. Izzy called into the room, “Poole? Are you still in here?”

From somewhere inside, she swore that she heard a faint snicker. Her skin tingled at the whisper of the noise.

“Just nerves,” she muttered to herself. “Get in and find Poole.”

She kicked in the door, leaving a bloody boot print on the white wood. Her training kicked in as she shouted “Clear up!” before remembering that she was alone. No support. Each step on the dense carpet let a small lake of blood well up briefly before sinking back into the fibers. Bodies lay left and right, four all told. One lay face down near a window to the far corner of the room. A thin sniper rifle leaned on the opened sill just above the body, a cool breeze blowing the cloth back strap gently.

The metal strap connector clicked against the glint-free metal. Smoke trails rose in a thin forest above a small pile of spent shells. Izzy knelt down slowly, placing her weapon next to the rifle, being careful that the dark weapon would not make a sound. The body did not have a Kevlar vest on, but it was wearing a police special operations uniform.

“Poole always took his vest off when he used his sniper rifle,” Izzy whispered to herself.

The heavier fighting had moved away from the bridges by now. While the creatures still flooded across the bridges, the sounds of echoing gunshots and screams seemed to have moved a block or two down. The young officer stood up for a moment, gazing out the window. The dull fear of discovering that another one of her comrades had fallen was too much to bear. From the window, she could see the creatures still filling the streets like a flood rising. The water was far past her building now. She should have to survive somehow. Suddenly, a bullet crashed into an adjacent building, shattering the glass. Izzy blinked and looked down at the body. She knelt down once again, her hand reaching out to turn the figure over.

Dead eyes met hers as she withdrew her hand with a hard breath. It was not Poole. A thin bullet hole marked the only particularly interesting mark. A circular burn surrounded the wound; someone had fired this round at close range.

Izzy sat down on the bloodstained carpet, her left hand sweeping over her mouth to cover her sobs.

So many.

She took off her helmet and swept back her sweat and blood soaked hair as a thin tear raced down her cheek.

So many.

Her mouth moved into a confident grimace as the tear fell from her chin.

“I’ve got to find Poole,” she said.

The strap on the rifle continued to echo throughout the desolate room.

A cool night began to settle as light faded from the streets of West Town, sunlight slowly running away from the room.

The light traced briefly over a figure standing in a closet at the far end of the room. A hammer clicked back and chambered a bullet as Izzy reached to pick up her MP-5.

There was something terrifying in the cold voice that spoke, “Don’t run. I’ve been hunting you long enough.”

To be continued…

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Hmm... This story looks good

this is by far the best story ive read so far though that last installment was too short for me... your writings are good but they arent the short sprint kind... they are only good if you write long enough for us to get into it... or at least i think so

You should see a plague most deadly.

im not really into RPGs i dont get them

LOL THAT RPG ROCKS!

ok we are getting off topic the point is this is the best story ive read so far but i thought that last installment was too short. thats all i got to say

PLAGUE MOST DEADLY!