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[Dominik Ramirez]

oen step forward,

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Thump, Thump.

He grinned to himself inside the bomb defusal suit of armor. He must have looked menacing to anyone, the zombies didn't even try today, it was weird, how the smell of him being fresh didn't pass them by. By as he got closer to the Lincoln memorial, he felt something different about the atmosphere. Sure it was about to be hunting time because of the dark. But it was something different, as though he was being hunting by something else.

He decided not to care, walking slowly up the steps to the memorial, unloading a few bullets into some skulls before he felt safe, sitting down, his back against Lincoln himself. His dual M9's lying on the floor next to him, as he breathed deep, he needed to get to the white house. He had heard that most of the heavy weapons that the army used were stored there as a last ditch effort to secure them from raiders. Now that there was no authority, he was sure that the weapons were now left unguarded. He decided that to make it to the place without becoming a chew toy was to rest a bit, then he'd make a run for it.

After awhile, he heard footsteps, controlled ones, not the ones of haphazard patterns. Human. This is where he had a choice, he could get up and run, provide quite the sight for the lad/lassie. Or he could stay and have a chat. He decided to stand up, his dual pistols in his hands, but he was leaning against the same wall.

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[Sgt. Aramil Cassidy]

Aramil was on top of a roof of a broken down building. One side of the building had collapsed making it very easy for any human to climb to the roof. Zombies well unless they knew how to climb all of a sudden they wouldn't be able to traverse all the rubble. It wasn't a easy climb even for a man or woman.

Aramil was prone with his Scout out in front of him. Its tripod was deployed to give stability and its silencer was hooked on. He was scouting the area when he noticed something walking along. At first he thought it was a zombie in what looked like a space suit. As what Aramil thought was a zombie got closer he could see it wasn't. It was a human in a bomb suit. His suspicions were confirmed as the human shot a bunch of zombies and sat down.

He trained his scope on him for a few seconds and could see no bite wounds or anything. Taking his time Aramil slowly put his scouts tripod down and slowly backed away from view getting up. He then quickly and quietly climbed down the broken side of the building. Quietly as he could Sniper trained on the soldier he walked up behind the man. The man must have heard him as he stood up and both pistols were in his hands. Both were standard issue M9 Beretta's that were deadly accurate at close to medium range.

He had to act quickly or the man would turn around and shoot him despite his Tactical S.W.A.T gear and logo plastered on his bullet proof tactical Vest. "Freeze!, I am a S.W.A.T Sargent put the guns down and turn around slowly. You try anything ill put a .308 is going through your head. well see how well that bomb suit actually protects against bullets."

Aramil hated how this engagement started but he had no choice. He had to identify himself otherwise this man may just turn around and shoot him then be on his way. Aramil was set to fire his shot and also ready to dive if the man turned to fire both barrels at him. Even with a vest on a bullet still could hit him and that would be very bad. Aramils finger was half pulling the trigger on his sniper for a quick shot. His aimed trained right for the man or woman's head. Question was.. What would the man choose? Gun fight or Compliance?

[Dominik Ramirez]

oen step forward,

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As he was standing up, and enjoying his own business, he heard a voice barely making through the sound muffling and thick armor into his ear. The threat was valid, but even if this was a bomb suit, he could take alot more than a .308. He decided to play along, he didn't want to get anymore enemies. He flicked his M9's onto safety, dropping them onto the floor and turning around.

He looked at the SWAT officer, what was he doing trying to retain order, it was the end of it, there was no need to make a man drop his weapons. Hell he could charge the officer right now, and crush him against a wall, leave him for the flies. But he really didn't want to deal with the chance that it'd go the opposite way. Although the bomb squad was a military detachment, he still had N.Y.P.D. still painted onto the chest of him, he looked to the man and chuckled "Relax, A gunfight would kill us both." his voice probably muffled greatly by the thick plates and glass.

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