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« Reply #30 on: November 28, 2009, 01:37:04 am »

((The portholes are so dirty that you can't make out any details, but you might be able to see movement. In the future remember that I'm the one who says if zombies are there or not.))

The minutes ticked by as Nils slowly but steadily hammered out any obstructions. The lock had almost disintegrated when Serge saw a crossbar blocking another portion of the door. "Nils, take that out after you get the lock."

He turned around to see the Blackhawk crew frantically motioning downward. Serge followed the crewman's finger and saw a strap tautly wrapped around a broken part of the railing. He walked over, using his sea legs to avoid being pitched overboard. Then he saw Jocke dangling above the rough waves, his white-knuckled hands gripping the strap for dear life.

"Merde." This was the last thing Serge needed. If Jocke fell, there wasn't much anyone could do. The Blackhawk was configured mostly for land missions and probably didn't have the necessary accessories for a sea rescue. In addition, the waters were cold enough to bring about hypothermia within minutes. Serge needed to act now. He hooked his legs around the railing, grabbed hold of the strap, and slowly pulled upwards. "Don't let go. You don't want to go for a swim."
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« Reply #31 on: November 29, 2009, 08:05:17 am »

(Apologies; I've been pretty busy with stuff lately. I usually post more then this.)

Trent, satisfied that the team was all down safely for the moment, finally rappelled down himself. He slung his M1 Carbine over his shoulder for now and and pulled out his pistol; it would be more useful in the close corridors, unless there was a particularly long one.

He strode over to where Nils was dealing heavy punishment to the door, and waited.

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