Post by badwolf on Nov 6, 2018 4:26:04 GMT
The engine of the tiny plane was obnoxiously loud, not that Cebra really cared what the pilot was saying. Frankly he was eager to jump at this point as the flight had been made unpleasant by the pilots chattering. The skies over Ghana we're a clear blue and below was thick woods and brush, he knew when and where to jump not that he would be in much danger anyways. The wealthy individual who had "hired" Cebra for a job certainly skimped out on the luxuries though this was a stealthy operation. Cebra wasn't one to care for money at all, he had his own reasons for going on this mission. Cebra addresses the pilot in an African dialect.
"When are we going to get there? You sure you're on the right flight path?"
The man responds in the same dialect.
"Why are you so impatient to jump into a warzone? We'll get there soon enough young man. Did you know my daughter is going to Yale? Just last year she."
Cebra finally reached his limit of the mans incessant talking.
"Nope, nope, nope."
Cebra opens the door having his parachute secure and jumps, a young man behind him closes the door then sits back down on the bench. He talks to the pilot.
"Father he's gone, I think he didn't want to hear your stories."
The boy mutters.
"Neither do I."
"That fool jumped out early, it's still two kilometers to the drop HA! And there is nothing wrong with my stories."
Cebra makes his decent getting caught in a tree, however it wasn't a problem as he simply cut the rope and fell from the canopy. His S.E.M and cybernetic implants allow him to reach the ground without further incident. He ditches the parachute and changes into the camo clothing that he'd been provided, thinking back it might have been smart to change beforehand. He equipped his hunting knife on his belt and a silenced pistol on his right in a holster, with that he made his way to the intended drop site further north. There would be a friendly there waiting to receive Cebra and update him on any changes while going over the original plan. As Cebra creeps through the woods he hears the snap of a twig nearby and immediately takes cover jumping up into a tree silently. He waits keeping his breath perfectly steady and quiet, below him pass three figures cloaked in the deep dark of the jungle. One thing is clear though, they're armed and whispering in commands only a soldier would. Could these be the rebels that kidnapped Arnold Lacoste? The man he was looking for, the son of Kevin Lacoste.
Cebra from where he was could only make out a few words but one was clear as crystal "detonate". A moment later one of the men pushes a button on a small trigger device and in the distance an explosion followed by three more. That was in the direction of the drop site, this couldn't be good news. Cebra drops down from the trees landing on one of the soldiers and knocking him out instantly. The other two jump back in shock and fumble for a moment aiming their rifles, Cebra moves quickly though. He throws his hunting knife into the one on the right in his foot pinning him then side kicks him backwards, this makes the knife shred through his foot as he falls back. The last gets a few rounds off at Cebra. Unfortunately for him the bullets stop dead an inch from Cebra's head as if caught in stasis . Cebra looks over to the soldier with his mechanical glowing red eyes as the bullets explode into a metallic, silvery mist. The sight of that coupled with his two injured friends makes the soldier panic and flee ditching his rifle. Rather than chase him Cebra bolts to the site to see what the situation is. Hopefully he can help when he arrives.
"When are we going to get there? You sure you're on the right flight path?"
The man responds in the same dialect.
"Why are you so impatient to jump into a warzone? We'll get there soon enough young man. Did you know my daughter is going to Yale? Just last year she."
Cebra finally reached his limit of the mans incessant talking.
"Nope, nope, nope."
Cebra opens the door having his parachute secure and jumps, a young man behind him closes the door then sits back down on the bench. He talks to the pilot.
"Father he's gone, I think he didn't want to hear your stories."
The boy mutters.
"Neither do I."
"That fool jumped out early, it's still two kilometers to the drop HA! And there is nothing wrong with my stories."
Cebra makes his decent getting caught in a tree, however it wasn't a problem as he simply cut the rope and fell from the canopy. His S.E.M and cybernetic implants allow him to reach the ground without further incident. He ditches the parachute and changes into the camo clothing that he'd been provided, thinking back it might have been smart to change beforehand. He equipped his hunting knife on his belt and a silenced pistol on his right in a holster, with that he made his way to the intended drop site further north. There would be a friendly there waiting to receive Cebra and update him on any changes while going over the original plan. As Cebra creeps through the woods he hears the snap of a twig nearby and immediately takes cover jumping up into a tree silently. He waits keeping his breath perfectly steady and quiet, below him pass three figures cloaked in the deep dark of the jungle. One thing is clear though, they're armed and whispering in commands only a soldier would. Could these be the rebels that kidnapped Arnold Lacoste? The man he was looking for, the son of Kevin Lacoste.
Cebra from where he was could only make out a few words but one was clear as crystal "detonate". A moment later one of the men pushes a button on a small trigger device and in the distance an explosion followed by three more. That was in the direction of the drop site, this couldn't be good news. Cebra drops down from the trees landing on one of the soldiers and knocking him out instantly. The other two jump back in shock and fumble for a moment aiming their rifles, Cebra moves quickly though. He throws his hunting knife into the one on the right in his foot pinning him then side kicks him backwards, this makes the knife shred through his foot as he falls back. The last gets a few rounds off at Cebra. Unfortunately for him the bullets stop dead an inch from Cebra's head as if caught in stasis . Cebra looks over to the soldier with his mechanical glowing red eyes as the bullets explode into a metallic, silvery mist. The sight of that coupled with his two injured friends makes the soldier panic and flee ditching his rifle. Rather than chase him Cebra bolts to the site to see what the situation is. Hopefully he can help when he arrives.