Resident Evil: Operation CLEAN-UP

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

Smirking, Cyprus picked his rifle back up and looked over the case that was being held before him.
"Yeah, for sure." he commented, relieved. "Okay. We've got something. I've been in here way too long to be comfortable."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded, and looked down at the case. "We're gonna need some kinda contamination transport, though. We'll cook the others if we bring it on the APC."

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

"Alright." Cyprus responded, climbing out of the hole. "We'll get far enough for the radio interference to subside, and we'll radio HQ."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray followed his commander, lugging the case up with him. After a few moments, Ray scrabbled over the edge of the crater. He stood up, and dusted himself off.

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

Following the same streets and alleys as they had taken coming in, Cyprus led the recruit once again to the edge of the town and just a little further, hoping that radio communication had recovered. Pleased that it had, Cyprus radio-ed in to HQ to tell them the news.
"HQ, we've found a case in an old Umbrella black site. It's highly radioactive." he stated, looking back at the town. "We require appropriately equipped transport to deal with the package. How copy?"

[Rayleonarde]

"Standby, Lieutenant. We're dispatching HAZMAT now. They're coming in by helicopter."


Ray sighed, and sat uncomfortably on a burned-out car.

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

"Copy that, HQ."
Hearing Ray's sigh, Cyprus turned and slung his weapon onto his back. He moved over to the same car, and took his own seat on it's rear.
"You good?" he asked, tightening one of his gloves.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded. "Just exhausted, sir. This MOPP gear is heavy."

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

"I hear that." Cyprus agreed, getting onto the radio once again. "We'll be home in less than a few hours. I can't wait."
The dragon spoke into his radio and looking off into the distance to a few black specks.
 "BROADSWORD, we're waiting on HAZMAT to extract a radioactive asset. Keep your distance, over."

[Rayleonarde]

"BROADSWORD confirms, Lieutenant. We'll wait for your extract before moving."


A helicopter, dispatched a few minutes prior, started to make it's way to the operations area.

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

"Get ready." he patted the recruit's arm. "Remember, we're holding a very dangerous object. Treat it like an explosive, because for all we know, it could be one."
The very distant sound of the helicopter eventually came into earshot, and not long after that a faint approaching speck on the horizon meant that home was close.

[Rayleonarde]

As the helicopter approached, Ray stood, cradling the case like a mother would a babe. When the copter touched down, the young raccoon gingerly made his way to the vehicle, being careful not to trip.

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

"Let's load up and go quickly, lads." Cyprus ordered, watching as the HAZMAT team dismounted the helicopter to meet Ray halfway. "I want to sit on an nuclear detonation's remains for as little time as possible."
Helping the team to load up the case into some large shock proof protective case, Cyprus then placed his weapon on a rack at the far end of the personell and cargo area. Turning to Ray, he scratched at his arm through the MOPP suit and shuffled uncomfortably.
"Keep your suit on, we're taking this chopper back, and we're unloading the cargo with HAZMAT once we hit base." he said, gesturing to the chairs. "For now, sit down and strap up."
Grasping his radio, he spoke once more to BROADSWORD.
"BROADSWORD, HAZMAT are leaving momentarially. Once you observe dustoff, return to base as soon as possible. Over."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray climbed in, uncomfortably, and sat across from Cyprus. He smiled behind the gasmask, before he began giggling, as the severity of what happened set in. Ray's shock had worn out, and he had stared death in the face, twice, and lived.

[Cyprus Alpenglow]

A little confused for a second, Cyprus eventually just grinned himself as he listened to the recruit laughing. At least he'd found some sort of humour in what they'd done.
"HAZMAT, we're strapped in. Move out when ready." he spoke to the men through the radio over the helicopter engine.