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Post by NEVER on Dec 15, 2011 23:48:07 GMT
Ichimonji sat on a box that had formerly held supplies, while Reika reveled in the heat of the desert. Kei and Ken were in the broken base, looking at the corpses and trying to find supplies.
This small militia had been no match for them. They were hired by anarchists, and had removed this small national guard unit for them. Beyond that, they cared for nothing more than taking the supplies as their own, and being gone.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 15, 2011 23:52:02 GMT
He didn't have the armour yet. All he had was the garish blue outfit he wore back in the thirties. But it was better than nothing. Steve Rogers put on the helmet and clicked it into place. It was time to see if he still had "The Stuff". Well, if Fury thought he'd be good to go on a mission that required no special-armour and high technology then fine. He'd do his best.
Steve pulled a parachute on and then leapt out of the plane and into the ... um ... the plain.
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Post by NEVER on Dec 15, 2011 23:54:10 GMT
Reika saw him dropping, "Ichimonji!"
He got up and drew his handgun, pulling it back and walking over, "Yeah, I see it. Probably some recreational jumper," he stated.
"Go check," she ordered.
"Right," he said, heading that way.
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Post by Diane Martin II on Dec 15, 2011 23:55:58 GMT
Diane was riding on the chopper Chris had bought her toward the same location the Captain was heading to, already in her Miss America outfit. She had heard of the situation from one of her friends in S.H.I.E.L.D. who knew of her identity, and Diane had jumped at the chance to meet the Captain... if only to chew him out.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 15, 2011 23:59:41 GMT
Cap took a deep breath and then pulled on his parachute. He slowed suddenly, and started to float towards the ground. He could see two people already, one on a bike and another walking towards him. He got ready to hit the ground running.
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Post by NEVER on Dec 16, 2011 0:01:10 GMT
Ichimonji crouched and drew up the gun, waiting for him to land and demand identity and purpose.
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Post by Diane Martin II on Dec 16, 2011 16:47:25 GMT
Diane looked up and saw someone come down via parachute. "That's him..." she said before moving the bike faster.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 16, 2011 17:49:23 GMT
He was a good two meters off of the ground. Steve unhooked the parachute from his back and fell towards the ground, throwing his foot out towards the face of the man with the gun. He still wasn't sure whether the woman on the bike was a friend or foe though.
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Post by NEVER on Dec 16, 2011 17:50:09 GMT
Ichimonji took the kick and fell back, firing off a shot, but probably missing. He drew his knife into his other hand and rolled to a knee.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 16, 2011 23:37:07 GMT
Steve hit the floor pretty hard and looked up, he drew his shield off his back and got ready for Ichimonji to move.
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Post by NEVER on Dec 16, 2011 23:38:06 GMT
Ichimonji kept the gun pointed down, the knife up. He'd prefer the knife as he circled. This man should probably die.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 17, 2011 12:32:14 GMT
Steve started to circle too, keeping one eye on the girl on the motorcycle.
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Post by NEVER on Dec 17, 2011 15:45:40 GMT
Ichimonji could hear it, but it wasn't important right now. He leapt forward and swung his knife, while angling himself to shoot for the bike.
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Post by Diane Martin II on Dec 17, 2011 17:51:59 GMT
Diane sped towards Ichimonji and Cap, just waiting.
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Post by Steve Rogers on Dec 17, 2011 23:42:32 GMT
The Captain jumped forward, throwing his arm up to try and knock the knife out of Ichimonji's hand, if he followed through he might be able to slam into his face as well.
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