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Name: Laura Pamlova
Mental State: Volatile
Family Cohesion: Unknown
Current loyalist Status: Unknown
Current Rebellion status: <Unspecified>
Civil Protection Affiliation: Avoiding
Friends lost Counter: 13
Pathfinder's Plight
Kareem Irfan: This man was without a doubt the best person I met in city 24. One day I was sitting on a bench on Victory, where I was minding my own business. Behind me and on the other side of a hedgerow that was between, sat this man, humming tunes and singing in Arabic. I took an interest in his singing, noting how beautiful it sounded to him and we have been friends ever since. He cared for me when I was feeling low, he picked me up after I was beaten, helped me remember a few of my many misplaced memories. It pains me to say that after all this, knowing him for the best part of a month, he has sadly been taken from me and is now deceased. I'm so, so sorry Karrem that I failed you. Please forgive me. May you rest in peace. <-Deceased->
Eric Bayer: This man was another of those that I met, days after I arrived in the city. He is a man who I like and respect in equal measure. I have full trust in his abilities and I know that if I had to ask him for a favor, he wouldn't let me down. He has given me advice on all sorts of situations that I have found myself in and given many alternative paths from those I have presented to him. Eric would tell you that I owe him nothing, but I would argue the opposite. We have fought together in the depths of the sewer system, been there for one another when we were badly injured. I'm glad I met him. His influence on me has been immense. I appreciate his guidance and opinions. Thank you Eric, and I hope we can continue working together as we do.
Cangh Chaa: Cangh is the first of many vorts that I have ever met. Our first meeting was on Victory. He scared me at the time, as before city 24 I had never come face to face with one. I tried to touch "it", which as you can guess didn't go down too well. He recoiled himself as I tried to do so, giving me a stare that could make ever the toughest of Overwatch have a meltdown. However, he sympathized with me a little, enough for us to become respected by the other. Unfortunately I don't know much about him, other than his appearance and that he works closly with the CMU. He was very close the giving my friend Rachael a heart attack on one occasion. Ray and I were sitting on a bench in the park on Triumph when Cangh approached us. He took, well an interesting take on my friend. He got REALLY close to her, close enough to start sniffing her. I tried to stop him, but it was too late. Ray done a runner, fearing for her safety. But alas, Cangh didn't harm her in any way. Recent events have concluded that I may have ruined any respect he had for me. After Ray was submitted to the CMU for a concussion, Cangh made an absolute fool of himself, clanging and smashing medical equipment around as he tried to help. I snapped at him a few times for this. I tried to reconcile with him after, but perhaps that was a futile effort on my part.
Timothy Towers: He was another of the people I first met in city 24. He was a kind man who tout me how to play checkers. I didnt have that many conversations with him. Unfortunatly I will never speak to him again. He has been "Amputated". I only hope that he is now at peace.
<-Deceased->
Maura Azure: She is, well was the director for the CMU. I cannot recall how I met her, or knew of her name. We didn't have any kind of relationship, whether friend or foe. She has also been Amputated. <-Deceased->
Rachael Crossley: I met her on Triumph one day. She approached me, timidly. She claimed after a short while that I looked scary, or that I gave her an odd vibe. She would stutter no almost every word at first, finding it difficult to string a sentence together. She has improved a lot over time. All the while she is around me now it doesn't happen. We have started to work together on <:-Unidentified user detected: Information unavailable-:> Ray and I have grown very close to each other. You might even say that we are now married! No one knows this of course. The combine don't take kindly to relationships like what we have. We are constantly keeping it a secret from everyone. Rachael has been one of the best people I have met in the city and I cannot imagine a world without her now. You are the love of my live Ray and I want it to stay that way forever. You comited suicide, for what? You are a fu****g COWARD! You had NO IDEA what FEAR feels like.... <-Sighs deeply-> This has however, saved me a job. Rest in peace, I guess. <-Deceased->
Skrapratta: This woman is fantastic with her hands (At building, scrapping repairing..... What were you thinking?) We met in the slums, where she was on a mission to scrap and build whatever she could. We went on runs together, myself acting as backup for her should something have gone wrong. I have great respect for this woman, her drive to improve, build upon and excel in her field of expertise is unparalleled, second to none. She has been working closely with Cole in the homeless shelter recently. The effort they are putting into keeping people fed, watered and rested is phenomenal. I occasionally add to their efforts, but in no way as much as they do. I fear the worst however. She recently got taken to the nexus and I haven't seen her since. I Hope she hasn't been killed, but knowing the nexus I wouldn't put it past them. <:-Updating!-:> I haven't seen her for a long time time now. I left for city 8, without saying good bye to her. Upon my return, I still can't find her. I fear she has departed from this mortal coil. You were a great friend to me Skrap. May you rest in peace my friend. <-Deceased->
Ana: She is a determined woman, fantastic individual. She has great strength too. I don't know much about her past, but I know that we are friends. She works in the homeless shelter with Cole and Skrap.
Carrie Phelps/Cole: Cole is a fantastic woman. She has a lot of heart for helping others and keeping people fed and watered in the homeless shelter. I don't know a lot about her past or where she came from. Unfortunately a short while ago now, she got taken in by the CP's. She was beaten and got taken into the nexus. They did something to her. I'm not sure exactly, but from what she said they tried to wipe her memory of the event. It damaged her. She started walking around aimlessly, talking about random things. It worried me. I heard through the grape vine that she may have leaked information about people business in the slums. After this point I could no longer trust her judgement. She was also using my alias in the city. Thank god the CP's are all muscle and no brains. They glazed over it at the time. She would tell you that she had a nightmare about me, where I tried to kill her. I share this dream on the side of the one doing the kill. Both of us cannot work out why. In any case, I am watching Cole very closely now. Her movements are being monitored by myself and a few others. Tread carefully Cole. <-Deceased->
Mr Lewsis / Godfather: I have great respect for this man. He introduced me to th <:- Error; Unknown user detected -:> He scares me a little sometimes. Knowing what I do, I have reason to be a little fearful of the man. In any-case, he is still someone I trust. I may not be the woman I am today without some of his influence. I hope we can continue to work together for a long time.
Lex Donovan / Lexi: What can I say about Lex? Well, he talks like he is high on something... Like really fast all the time. I can hardly get a word in edgeways! Saying that though he has a good heart. Is skills in manufacturing cooking and mixing are excellence. I cannot fault him as a friend, other than his compassion over sad events could do with a refill. I'm glad I know you Lex. I hope we can continue working together.
Emmi; We havent done a great deal together, other than doing several runs to the sewers and back. I see her as a good friend. I hope we can continue to be for a long time coming.
Ilya Zima: This man is a doctor of the CMU. I met him on my first day in the city. I was unfortunate enough to witness an execution on Victory street. At the time, I was very timid and shy, almost a nervous wreck of a woman, having spent many years drinking breen water in my last city and not knowing anyone here in city 24. After the execution took place, it became a blur for me, waking up in the CMU clinic, to the doctor standing over me. He was very kind to me, treating me for passing out onto the floor, as I was told. I see him wandering around from time to time on Victory, going about his business. I have respect for the man and the times he has kept me healthy.
Luna "Rice" Ricci: This woman is very much Like Skrap in my opinion. Hey abilities to turn her hands to anything is beyond my reckoning. She is able to fabricate almost anything she sets her mind too. I can honestly say I feel impressed when ever she tells me of a new en devour she is working on. She has been with me on a few runs now as well. We have fought alien life forms together in the sewers and battled out way back up on a few occasions. I hope she feels the same way towards me, but I would call her a good friend of mine. I hope we will know each other for a long time coming. It is with a heavy heart that I tell you, I found out from a friend recently that she has died. She fought long and hard against zombies, head crabs and other creatures in the slums. Rice, I hope you rest in peace. Keep a good spot for me on the other side friend.
I found here again in industrial 17, during the....Well....I wont say that here. The woman certainly has a lot of drive to push forward and make things happen. I know, if I ever came to a decision like it, I wouldn't want to be on her bad side. Fire and furry drives them, with every breath. Good lass, I hope to see her again soon on my sparse and spiradic visits.
Andrew: Andrew..... Not a lot I know about this man. In conversations with him, he seems to keep himself to himself, speaking in short sentences and general not interested in what I have to say sometimes. All in all though, he is one of those people I would do anything for (Within reason) should the need arise. I hope he sees me as a friend too. Unfortunately, he has perished. I'm not sure of the circumstances surrounding his death, but I wish that he rests in peace. Continue the good fight in spirit with us! <-Deceased->
Lysa: Lysa is a nurse in the CMU. She is a lovely person, always looking out for people in the community. I don't see her too often, as our ways of life differ immensely. She is unable to enter indigent, for the simple fact of being a part of the "system". We also don't have a lot to talk to each other about. I don't have a lot of trust in her ability to keep quiet about anything I might say to her off the cuff. So instead, it normally boils down to a quick hell and "Hows it going?" kind of thing. She did once tell me that if I should ever need her he.... <:- Error: Unidentified user detected!:-> Aside from that though, she is a great woman. I hope we can remain friends, despite out differences.
Green: Green is a man who I would call a good friend and someone who I have great respect for. He is.... Was a member of a anoth... <;-Error:Unknown user detected!-:>. He was a wealth of help to me. whenever I was feeling down, he would try to make sure I was ok. We went on many sewers runs as well, providing each other backup. Unfortunately he died at the hands of the combine. He will be missed by myself and many. I hope that you rest in peace Green. I will see you on the other side! <-Deceased->
.........P: P... Yes I know, what a name! But this is all I know about the man. As with green, he is a good friend and someone I can rely on for help should I ask for it. He is also doing good work within the homeless shelter along side Cole. I have been on a run with him once or twice, I think. Anyway, the man is respected my many within the slums and has a good heart too boot. Im glad I know him, and I hope we can continue working together for a long time coming. <-Updating!-> I have recently learned of his passing. I hope you find peace on the other side P. Rest well.
Kanto: I first met him in the slums. I had built up a good respect for him, having ownership of the Pawn shop and doing really well, supplying the needs of those who asked him. Unfortunately, he got taken in by the CP's. I happened during an OTA raid where a lot of us were forced to apply and be searched. He was one of the unfortunate few that got taken and interrogated. He leaked my alias. He pulled me to one side and explained his story to me. I wasn't impressed by what I heard. From that point on until a recent event I have been watching his movements and steering clear of him. He has informed me that great strides have been taken on improving his situation, but I still have my doubts. In time I may come to respect you as I once did. But we shall see.
Lucy Russel: Lucy is a troubled soul. When I first met her in city 8, she had a massive drinking problem. On many occasions, I found her to be in a drunken stooper, wandering around the streets slurring her words and making a general fool out of herself. She had a fascination with Director Jazmin, claiming her as "The love of her life" and other such things. While I know myself what love feels like and I wouldn't take it away from her, I feel she should be more careful about what she does in public and think more about what she is saying to people. She almost lost all of my respect after she pushed Ji over in the street, causing her to sustain a head injury. I fixed her up, along with Vince and she has been fine since, but Lucy has now has a lot of groveling to do. The minister gave her a job as receptionist at the CMU, which I was apposed to in the beginning. However, she has since proved herself and I now like and respect her for the efforts she is making. Keep up the good work LucyJi lee: This woman is amazing. I met her on my second day in city 8, I think? She has some great medical knowledge, in the form of xeno-biology and spore expertise. She seems to have a great work ethic, always trying to do her best with the things she does. I dont know much about her outside of her work, other than her claiming to have been a model in the past. I have seen the posters dotted around the city, but they are quite generic looking from the outside. In anycase, I wouldnt break her heart by telling her my opinions on what I think. I have grown to like Ji and respect her, and I hope she can live long and achieve more of her goals in the CMU. I will miss her when I head back to city 24. <-Deceased!->
Minister Mickievic: The minister of health at the CMU. He is quiet a man. He gave me the job as a nurse in the CMU on my first day. I dont know much about his past, but he is a determined man and really looks out for us all who work for him. I cannot fault the man in his efforts. From what I have seen, he has taken the CMU from strength to strength, constantly developing our clinic and redesigning the layout to suit our needs better. Considering my own background, I cannot believe how much I have enjoyed working for him. I had my doubts at the start as to whether or not I would be able to work for someone who holds such a high authority, but considering how he has helped push me in the right direction and promoted me to a Doctor, I can say he has my respects. I like him very much and would possibly consider him a friend, but as with most of what I do I must be careful on who I trust, and sadly he is not one of those I could freely divulge information to. I hope he can continue to work as the minister and as much as you may be shocked by this statement, I wish him good health for a long time coming. Thank you minister for making my stay in city 8 a memorable one. I will miss you when I leave.
Fence: No, before you say that I talk to inanimate objects in my spare time..... This is a man, someone who I have grown to respect. Upon our first meeting we discussed ideas about making a safe zone within the confines of the sewer system. His plans were elaborate, ingenious and would have allowed all those that needed somewhere safe to congregate without the worry of the spores. I don't know much about him in terms of his personal life, but from what I have seen, he can be trusted. I respect him for what he is and can only wish him luck with any of his other en devours in the future. I hope we can remain friends for a long time coming.
Andre (AKA the big 7'4 black dude): Well, what can I say about the man. Not a great deal really. I met him in city 8 whilst I was working at the CMU. He originates from Egypt and by Christ is he tall from my perspective, given my short 5'2 stature. I respect him, even if some of things I witnessed him doing appeared to be childish or down right stupid. He didnt come back to city 24 with the rest of us, which is a great shame as I would have liked to get to know him a bit more. In anycase, I hope that wherever he is, he is alive and doing well. Take care Andre.
Sally Peters, Devi: You....hmm.... How can I put this. I would love to be the one to ring your neck out. Given the opportunity, I would easily, Slowly, painfully, and drawn out long enough to make you beg me for mercy, put you through hell. Your sick in the head, Devi... Yes... I called you Devi. Sally is too nice a name for your kind. I can be "Laura", much more than I can be "Pathfinder". You said your watching me. I wish you luck, for every corner I turn, every path I tread and every time I take a breath, I will be listening out for you, lying in wait for the slightest cock up that your inevitably going to make. I hold the name Pathfinder for a reason, which you clearly don't seem to understand. I tried to teach you a little something, in our encounter. Suffice to say I wasn't surprised about your lack of understanding and ability to learn it. You are feeble minded, Devi. I learned a lot from our little talk, much more then you care to realize I think. That big mouth of yours, just spilling out information for me to keep hold of and use as and when I feel the time is just right. I would say watch your back, but I would be more worried about whats ahead of you, if I were you. Carry on as you were, I will be waiting.
Robert: I first met this man in i-17, inside the main base that Lambda supplied to the rebels and my fellow BMD's. This meeting didn't go down too well, after I found out they were a civil protection officer. Immediately I drew my side arm, careful placing it against their hip and telling them to remain still, whilst I worked out where their allegiances lied. M, was the one to bring him in before hand, behind everybody's back. I couldn't tell how genuine this guy was, so I rallied the troops that surrounded me at the time to raise their weapons and hold him in place, along with M. We had him searched and found nothing on him to really worry about, making his capture easy for the most part. We slung him into a cell within the base and left him there, waiting for the Broker to turn up and deal with the situation, after I threatened to gut him like a fish. This didn't go down well with the rest of those around me, not that I give a shit anyway. I don't know a great deal about his personal life, so I cannot really comment. He claimed to be an Intention....Something, high enough to be a tough nut to crack in an interrogation. I would have put this to the test by using progressively more painful extraction methods. Consider yourself lucky Robert, that I was hindered in trying to make it happen.Michael Hoxworth: Prick in a fucking suit. Walks around like he owns the gaff, all the fucking time. If I ever had the chance to smash his face in I would have done. The man sits far, and I mean really fucking far up the union's arse, so much so he might as well be eating their food before it reaches their stomach. Your lucky Hox, that I no longer reside in this place you call a city. You denied me a job too, for a few transgressions. Who the fuck are you to say no, when all I tried to do was earn a few credits in an honest manner. Do me a favor, Hox, and rot. Find a hole and fall inside, then just keel over and die, please. The world would be a better place for it all. If you think for a moment that I like you, your sorely mistaken.
Laura Maxwell: I had a task for you to complete, though your reactions to my request were less than ideal. Many may tell you thats I have become slightly insane over the last year, and made many terrible mistakes. Ignore those people. Next time I see you, you better aproach me with some news on what I set out for you to accomplish Laura. Until then, do svidaniya.
Background:She was born in Russia, to a native mother and an English father. She was one of two children, having an older brother. Her fathers name was Richard, her mothers name was Alyone, or Алёна in her native tongue. Her brothers name was Vladislav (Владислав). Richard wanted to have a child with an English name, which is where Laura comes in, as the mother wanted their first born to have a common Russian name. They we both raised in a small Village called Myshkin. It was quiet growing up there, only a hand full of other children lived there and went to a school nearby. Laura went to college to study the English language, as well as brushing up on a few of her grades that she failed in school. By the end, she could speak English fluently, along side her native tongue.
Before the war: Laura met a man called Pavel (Павел), who she dated for a few years. She broke up with him once, but after they had a little time to think over their relationship, they soon got back together, and eventually married. Laura being proud of her heritage opted to keep her Maiden name, much to the disappointment of her Husband and his family. They had a child together which they named Jack. He was a sprightly little monster, running rings around Laura everyday, whilst her husband worked 12 hour shifts at a local Coal mine.
The War: During the 7 hour war, Laura and her son had to flee Moscow, where they lived at the time. She took her son, who by this point was aged 10, as far away from the city as she could, traveling south east towards the border of Kazakhstan. They made it as far as Samara and stopped there to recover themselves from the long 5 hour journey. Her husband, who was unable to join her due to being called up to the fight in the war effort, was unable to contact Laura to tell her that he was safe. Unbeknownst to Laura, by the time her and Jack were ready to leave the town and continue their journey, the war has already been lost. She and her son were picked by a large group of combine soldiers, who just happened to be sweeping the area at the time, and carted them both back to Moscow. From here, Laura and her son got separated, along with hundreds of other children from the city.
After the war: Laura spent the first year of the Combine civil rule in Moscow. She kept her head down, worked hard and didn't cause herself any trouble with the newly formed Civil protection teams. During her stay, she made many friend, almost calling them a family. They all lived on the same street together, going out to have lunch, tea and coffee together as many times a week as they could. Unfortunately this was not to be after her first year, as she was eventually transferred to City 2 in London. There she spent another year, doing the same as the last and keeping her head down. By this point she had been drinking only breen water and her memories had deteriorated quite substantially. She as unable to remember her husband or her son any longer, only carrying a picture of him in her pocket that she kept as a keep sake.
City 24: From city 2, Laura was transferred here, to City 24. She got off the train, and wandered through the street, that at the time were littered with debris from an attack of some kind. She was very shy at first, not talking to anyone, until one day, she was sitting down on a bench. Here she could hear a man on the other side of the hedge row, singing and humming in a language she could not understand, but found it beautiful. The man in question was Kareem Irfan. They struck up a conversation with each other and kept talking for over 30 minutes about, well she cannot remember much. Over time she then joined the group she now knows and loves, helping to care for the community that welcomed her with open arms. The woman who was once timid, shy, unable to meet people without getting anxious, has now become an inspiration to others, helping them find their way in this god forsaken world. She, has with much help and guidance, become Pathfinder!
So, you may be wondering where I am now. I can tell you, as I think I can trust you enough to keep this a secret. I have left city 24 behind me, having made a valiant effort to escape the clutches of the cities combine and civil protection forces. I had help, from two dear friends of mine, who's names I wont be mentioning here. They got me into the sewers, to meet up with those I made contact with on the outside, two cars and van, many people armed to the teeth and ready to get me away swiftly. This all happened, over two months ago now. I was given some protective clothing and a weapon to defend myself with for the long trip I had laying before me. It was, quite the journey, actually. Dirt roads and paths littered with dead bodies and the occasional overwatch patrol flying over head, looking for people like myself and others. A daunting task, is seriously an understatement.
It took a whole day and half to reach the intended destination, meeting up with a man who is now my current employer. I have left my real name behind, choosing to adopt my alias completely, that being Pathfinder. It was hard, given who I have left in city twenty-four. Lucy, being one that I love and hold most dear to me, is defiantly one of them. I feel sorry for her, having sent her a letter to confirm my departure and not seen her in person to deliver it. I could have tried, but unfortunately she gets herself so wrapped up in business that I really don't know if she would have tried to make the efforts in accepting my requests. So, for that reason alone, I opted for the easy method. I just hope, that she can forgive me for being so cold about it.
So what am I doing now? Well, im running all sorts of things through the black market, selling, buying, trading and bartering my way through life. I must admit, I am enjoying it immensely. I can literally travel the continent, rifle on my back and ciggies a plenty to smoke as I go about my business. Would you believe me if I said that forests, still exist? The views, take my breath away. Tree's lining the hills, the ground littered with plants of varying colors and smells that make me feel so calm and content. The outside world is a truly wondrous place, if you can hide from hunters long enough to survive and take in this magnificence.
I wont lie to you, my personality has changed, perhaps in some peoples view, for the worst. Having adopted my alias, seems to have brought on a sense of over self confidence. It makes me laugh, to be honest. People, are actually scared of me now, fearing what I might do or say to them next. I was in industrial seventeen for a while, about three weeks in total. I helped to get some of the rebel forces in and out of the area, supplying them once we arrived. Admittedly, with the longer journeys and increased efforts required to move things from place to place, I had to increase my prices. Not many came to me for purchases, during those three weeks.
Within the last six days of my presence in seventeen, I made some arrangements with a couple of people I trusted, gathering them for a final mission against the regime. This was to involve a small group planning effort, gathering Intel from those within the circle we had and debating all idea's thrown onto the table. We all decided that the air exchange, was our best option. After meeting someone by the name of Babushka, it was decided that a one-hundred pound bomb would make for a nice explosion, able to take down the exchange in a single go. I cant lie, I was really excited about making a BIG BOOM! It didn't fail to impress either.
The team I gathered up was twenty strong, all loaded and armed to the teeth, ready to help with what was going to become quite the escapade. We set off from the container base, hidden and behind a load of walls and failed debris, making our way through the underground sewage systems. Just before we got to the exchange, we came to an open roller shutter door. It all seemed clear, except from one silly twat who seemed to be having a song and dance with himself in the middle of an open firing line! Suffice to say, that when he spotted all twenty of us walking up to him, he got himself out the way.
I placed my portable, re0configured combine turret down, facing the direction of the tunnel entrance to provide us some much needed cover. Im not sure why, but there was this....Engine, massive and about three stories high, sitting on the pier. It provided plenty of cover, with its doors seemingly removed as well. Someone was smiling upon us that day, it seems.
To cut a long story short, I planted the bomb, within the exchanges compound and got the team out of harms way, signaling to Babushka to change radio frequencies and detonate the bomb. Within second, the plant was destroyed, flying into many large pieces, all flying in every direction possible! It was loud, sending a shock wave through all of us that got in the way, taking my breath away with it slightly. We retreated soon after, all people heading back towards the container base entry point and holding possitions, waiting for the inevitable to happen, which it eventually did. We took out many civil protection officers, with our numbers, it was light and easy pickings. OTA eventually came into the mix, but still had no match for the large bulk. Eventually, when the overwatch forces had exhausted themselves, we made our final escape, heading for the beach front and getting onto boats, leaving seventeen behind us, for good.
It took a whole day and half to reach the intended destination, meeting up with a man who is now my current employer. I have left my real name behind, choosing to adopt my alias completely, that being Pathfinder. It was hard, given who I have left in city twenty-four. Lucy, being one that I love and hold most dear to me, is defiantly one of them. I feel sorry for her, having sent her a letter to confirm my departure and not seen her in person to deliver it. I could have tried, but unfortunately she gets herself so wrapped up in business that I really don't know if she would have tried to make the efforts in accepting my requests. So, for that reason alone, I opted for the easy method. I just hope, that she can forgive me for being so cold about it.
So what am I doing now? Well, im running all sorts of things through the black market, selling, buying, trading and bartering my way through life. I must admit, I am enjoying it immensely. I can literally travel the continent, rifle on my back and ciggies a plenty to smoke as I go about my business. Would you believe me if I said that forests, still exist? The views, take my breath away. Tree's lining the hills, the ground littered with plants of varying colors and smells that make me feel so calm and content. The outside world is a truly wondrous place, if you can hide from hunters long enough to survive and take in this magnificence.
I wont lie to you, my personality has changed, perhaps in some peoples view, for the worst. Having adopted my alias, seems to have brought on a sense of over self confidence. It makes me laugh, to be honest. People, are actually scared of me now, fearing what I might do or say to them next. I was in industrial seventeen for a while, about three weeks in total. I helped to get some of the rebel forces in and out of the area, supplying them once we arrived. Admittedly, with the longer journeys and increased efforts required to move things from place to place, I had to increase my prices. Not many came to me for purchases, during those three weeks.
Within the last six days of my presence in seventeen, I made some arrangements with a couple of people I trusted, gathering them for a final mission against the regime. This was to involve a small group planning effort, gathering Intel from those within the circle we had and debating all idea's thrown onto the table. We all decided that the air exchange, was our best option. After meeting someone by the name of Babushka, it was decided that a one-hundred pound bomb would make for a nice explosion, able to take down the exchange in a single go. I cant lie, I was really excited about making a BIG BOOM! It didn't fail to impress either.
The team I gathered up was twenty strong, all loaded and armed to the teeth, ready to help with what was going to become quite the escapade. We set off from the container base, hidden and behind a load of walls and failed debris, making our way through the underground sewage systems. Just before we got to the exchange, we came to an open roller shutter door. It all seemed clear, except from one silly twat who seemed to be having a song and dance with himself in the middle of an open firing line! Suffice to say, that when he spotted all twenty of us walking up to him, he got himself out the way.
I placed my portable, re0configured combine turret down, facing the direction of the tunnel entrance to provide us some much needed cover. Im not sure why, but there was this....Engine, massive and about three stories high, sitting on the pier. It provided plenty of cover, with its doors seemingly removed as well. Someone was smiling upon us that day, it seems.
To cut a long story short, I planted the bomb, within the exchanges compound and got the team out of harms way, signaling to Babushka to change radio frequencies and detonate the bomb. Within second, the plant was destroyed, flying into many large pieces, all flying in every direction possible! It was loud, sending a shock wave through all of us that got in the way, taking my breath away with it slightly. We retreated soon after, all people heading back towards the container base entry point and holding possitions, waiting for the inevitable to happen, which it eventually did. We took out many civil protection officers, with our numbers, it was light and easy pickings. OTA eventually came into the mix, but still had no match for the large bulk. Eventually, when the overwatch forces had exhausted themselves, we made our final escape, heading for the beach front and getting onto boats, leaving seventeen behind us, for good.
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