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David wrote:Western checkpoint
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The drone didn't have long to wait. With general unease falling upon the troops, a 4x4 with fading Soviet insignia pull up nearby, whether or not the drone finds that suspicious is up to the drone.
Stepping out of the passenger side, a rather irritated looking officer steps out, the driver following soon after with a subtle head nod to the 5 other soldiers who promptly stand to attention, rifles rested on their shoulders and saluting with their free arms.
With a grunt, the older soldier looks up at the drone who can get a clear view of the officerr, he wore a similar uniform to the others but had a star insignia on his left breast pocket which unfortunately for the soldiers around him at present, meant he was calling the shots.
When the officer speaks, it's clear he doesn't take kindly to the presence of the drone "What do you want, паразит?" he gestures with his hand, signalling the 6 other soldiers to hold their rifles and point up at the drone and wait for a signal.
Careful negotiations might be needed here!
David wrote:Northern checkpoint
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All the soldiers at the checkpoint -all 5 of them at least- didn't look particularly alert to begin with, having chosen to build upon the existing community gate entrance and reinforce it with barbed wire and sandbags as with the other checkpoints.
None of them notice the balls being thrown until the emit the unusually loud noise, it's then that they appear indecisive, if not disorientated, by what to do. Calling for senior guidance was out of the question here, they needed backup. But it's a good few minutes before the group of 5 agree to at the very least scout out the sources of noise, 2 to the East and 2 to the West. 1 soldier remains at the checkpoint, just in case. Holding his own AK47, he looks around the now abandoned checkpoint anxiously, wishing he was one of the soldiers inside the city, not outside.
With no one to see her travel along the impromptu zipline, the intruding woman successfully reaches one of the top levels of an apartment block. It's a miserable sight, litter bags along the stone walled walkways, doors that have been forced open and evidence of more anti-social activities by previous tenants as seen by the graffiti and dirty syringes littering the corners. At least no one was there to raise the alarm and the stairways were clear enough. But where next? The apartment seems close to the forested park and near that, was the suburbs. If the woman is looking for the source of interference, she'd do well to head for the suburbs and ultimately, the city centre.
David wrote:Western checkpoint
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Less jovial but somewhat intrigued, the officer here quirks and eyebrow at the drone's accent and inflection. He looks at the other soldiers for a moment, gathering their reactions before lowering a hand, signalling them to lower their weapons.
"російська, da? You must be keeping an eye on us and making sure the land we reclaim is going smoothly. For now, it is. All of the паразит fell as soon as our General's "gift" help subvert the effects of radiation from them. It was easy as the old days, rooting out western sympathising resistence members and... Well, we are putting the паразит to good work now."
The officer and soldiers chuckle rather maliciously. The CTC drone may wonder what exactly this all emant but the unexpected advantage of being recognised as Russian could be useful. Odd, considering the dialect of the rest of the soldiers.
David wrote:Western checkpoint
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A smile crosses the officers features as he waves to the soldier who drove him here, indicating to hop back in the drivers seat. As he himself heads back to the passengers side, he pauses, turning to the rest of the soldiers who shared a look of confusion, namely why their officer was so respectful to an unknown object?
"Stay on guard, don't let any паразит come in and spoil our litle "meeting" together, da?" With that, he slumps into seat of the jeep, looking at the drone quizzically.
"I hope you are swift with that device, російська, we will not go too far but you'll all see how reclamation of Pripyat is coming along."
With a chuckle, the officer indicates for the driver to set off, keeping up with the jeep shouldn't be too difficult as it seems to average around 30 mph, if not less than that.
David wrote:Northern checkpoint
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Travelling down the stairways is easy enough, there's no human presence, soldier or otherwise. There's signs of forced entry into some of the residences with scattered rifle round and buckshot casings littering some of the doorways.
Reaching the botom of the complex, leads the stealthy woman into a gated parking area. There's plenty of vehicles left stationary and a tall metal fence to keep out would be intruders. Worryingly, the metal gate that also kept intruders out appears to have been blown free from it's stone wall frame, possibly via an explosive charge.
The road outside the apartment is a mess, similar apartments along the road show signs of being breached and cleared out with road littered by mangled wrecks that used to be cars, some appear to have been crushed by tank treads. There was no sign of any patrols at least, but there was the distinct sound of engines running in the distance which unfortunately, happened to be in the direction of the city centre where the destination was.
With all this in mind, the woman should be able to move swiftly to the end of the road without trouble, for now.
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