Turn 8: Corporal Rhodes

[Cartwright]

The Marines ran into a nearby room and immediately took cover. They began to fire on the hostiles nearby. They enemy had assault rifles and GPMG machine guns. Suddenly, the door on the opposite end of the room opened. A grenade landed inbetween the terrorists and it exploded seconds later. Blood and body parts began to fly in all directions.

From the doorway came Corporal Rhodes. He ran up to the Hell Hounds and gave them all a mischevious grin.

"You boys are a sight for sore eyes! Like my firework display?" Rhodes said.

The Marines all laughed and Rhodes primed his weapon. Then he looked ahead to the doorway he entered the room from. He then pointed over in the direction of the door.

"Alright, we need to go through there and soon we should come upon a lift. Then it'll be a bit of touch and go until we find those generators. Oh, and remember, if these puppies go off, they'll take out you, me, and half this facility." Rhodes said, then pointed at his detenator carrying pack.

The Marines nodded. They had a job to do.

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[Matt]

Meyen followed Rhodes and the platoon. They were now going to blow up the generators, and kill some vampires. " Vampires? What the fuck? Well it's all good, i've always wanted to kill some blood-suckers." Meyen said hoping to lift the spirits up of the Hell Hounds. He was still focused though, checking his sectors and making sure the Marines in his squad were doing the same. Meyen pondered the question, "Where is the egghead?"

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot heard Strauss over the radio and thought 'what the fuck..... Vampires?' He looked over at Cpl. Cortez and said "Damn, Ever kill one of your nightmares, Cortez?"
He looked through his scope..... nothing. No movement, there was not even a mouse that he could shoot. "Just like Deer hunting back home..... except uhh... deer don't drink your blood."

((OOC1: Vampires? Arghh I should have seen it sooner , the next coolest things to zombies))
((OOC2: I demand to kill the queen of the damned!! ))

[Cartwright]

"My nightmares? Trust me, I have seen much, much worse, Hoot." Cortez said, grinning.

[Mr. Death]

Vampires. Vampires? Yes. Vampires. It was logical, Elias supposed. C'mon, they journied to Hell. If that's possible, surely Vampires are. He had his revolver out and ready to shoot something. He saw a shadow skip across a corridor.

He raised the revolver as it came at them. Booooom! Miss. Boooooom! Miss. Boooom!! The vampire staggered as it was hit in the chest. That little time was all Elias needed for a clear shot. Booooooom! The bullet tore through the air, roaring like a banshee from its hellish cell, raging toward its destination, tearing through the Vampire's skull and into the back of the wall. Dead.

They were quick. They could avoid gunfire with ease. . .It'd be a challenge to make it to the generator room. And where was Jane? Wait. Why did he care? She was an egg head. . .For all he knew, she created these fucking things. No no no. This was Jane Nighson he was talking about. . .She wouldn't do that. . .Would she?

[Private]

Drabowski quickly became a nut case.

"No. This isn't happening man, this ain't happening!" he rocked, sitting on the ground.

[Cartwright]

"Marine, get the hell up. You've got a job to do!" Shadow exclaimed, shaking his head at the private.

Lieutenant Sharpton turned and saw the private on the ground in the fetal position. This was a very ill advised decision. He shook his head and sighed, than walked up to the young Marine.

"Marine, I know this seems strange. But you need to be with us one hundred percent. You watch our backs, we'll watch yours. Now, get up and let's show these assholes what they're messin' with. Oorah?" The lieutenant said, attempting to raise the privates' morale.

Hopefully his plan had worked. He needed his men at one hundred ten percent and one person going nuts during this type of operation would slow them down severely. He was not one to leave a comrade behind and he was not going to here. Even if he had to carry the man, they would get through this. He would make sure of it.

[bullet]

Tomala was walking around keeping caution with his m50 up to his shoulders. Tomala said, HAHA anyone got a wooden steak and holy water?'' Tomala also said under his breathe, '' damn UAC.''

[Private]

Drabowski didn't snap out of it.

"We're fucked man! We're screwed!"

[Mr. Death]

Elias shouldered past Lieutenant Sharpton
"This usually works" he said as he knelt down, shook the man a few times and then punched him across the face.

"Look Private. People are going to die if you don't listen. Either you can get that fucking gun and shoot some of these bastards, or I can drug you into a medicine-induced coma and we'll drag you out of here. Now there's a chance I won't be able to wake you up afterwards, but if you stay with us, there's no doubt you'll survive. You make your decision in the next. . .30 seconds, or you see this?" He pulled out a very large, long needle

"This goes into our spinal cord. You wouldn't like it very much, trust me"

[Private]

Drabowski shook at the sight of the needle and grabbed his gun, pointing it at himself...

[Cartwright]

"Private... put the gun down." Lieutenant Sharpton said, sighing slightly.

This man had gone Section Eight. He was clinically going insane. He needed to find some way to bring this man back to his senses.

"Look, private, we've been through worse than this. We're the Hell Hounds and we've been through... well... Hell itself. If you stay here, you are sure to die. But if you stick with us, you'll live to see another day. Which would you go with? We don't have time. Now, lock that up and let's get into the fight. We have a battle to win and a doctor to save," the lieutenant said, then turned his head to Hayek, "Shadow, take second squad and go with Rhodes to the objective. First Squad, set up here until the private decides to move."

[Private]

Drabowski scrunched his eyes together and put his hand into his pocket, pulling out a capsule of medication, with had the label Diopanzabeam, which is used to combat bipolar disease. He quickly popped a med in his mouth, his face relaxing immediately. He put a thumbs-up and said,
"Sorry about that sir. I'm also color-blind."

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Drabowski unslung his rifle, ready to kick some serious butt.

[bullet]

Tomala still in caution mode looked at Drabowski. Tomala said, ''This shit better not happen again while were in combat its going to get us all killed.'' Tomala continued to watch his fire sector. He knew these vampire's were fast so he would need a fast trigger finger.

[Private]

Drabowski nodded at Tomala.

"Sure thing"

Drabowski turned to first squad.

"Let's move out!"