Snippet #2238002

(OCC: sorry I haven't posted for a long time.)
Richard starred at the man holding the bow and arrow. He looked...interesting to say the least. He had a black coat on and his hair was licked back and from the looks of it he had a tooth brush hanging from his neck. Richard sighed to himself, what kind of whack job did we run into now he grumbled quietly to himself. He couldn't be more than eighteen or maybe nineteen at the most, and with that tooth brush around his neck he looked like a poster boy for a tooth paste company that had taken a violent turn in it's advertising. Leon and Lilith just looked on at the odd looking kid, nobody weapon worrying about raising a weapon to him for now. Richard moved forward a bit and called out to the dark tooth fairy

"So, who the hell are you?"

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Director Scott walked into the conference room with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. The meeting was already well under way but he didn't much care, this new president was a joke anyway.

"You're late Director Scott." President Hawthorne said as Andrew walked in with a foul look across his face, the bastard who had made this coffee did a shitty job.

"I know, I've been busy." the Director said as he took his seat in the middle of the conference table. He was flanked on all sides by men in suits or Generals uniforms. There was only a single vacant space at the table, right next to where the Vice President sat.

"Does anybody know where the goddamn director of the NSA is?!" the Vice President growled. The short man was constantly in a bad mood

"Has anyone seen him?" and Admiral at the far end of the table spoke up. yep Director Scott thought to himself as recalled seeing the man convulsing on the floor just earlier today. The room responded in a series of no's before Andrew piped in

"I'll have some of my men go check around for him." Director Scott said in a nonchalant tone "He is bound to be around here somewhere. But for the mean time we better carry on with the meeting, the president has a press conference soon."

"Indeed, lets make this quick and we can meet again after the press conference" President Hawthorne said "So what is the situation within the country."

bad you fucking idiot Director Scott thought to himself as the General of the Army spoke up "Well sir, troops all across the nation are reporting increased aggression from insurgent groups of Americans who are against the martial law. At this point they are much more of a threat than the zombies are." zombies Director Scott chuckled in his mind. This poor bastards knew what the parasite was, but they had no idea what these things could be capable of one day. Calling them zombies was a huge understatement

"What measures are we taking against them?" Hawthorne asked

"I have marine task forces as well as special forces around the clock to find and eliminate threats within the green zones, we are also beginning to enforce disarmament acts throughout all of the military controlled cities." The president nodded and looked to Andrew

"And the CIA's actions on this?" Hawthorne asked

"I have agents infiltrating multiple insurgent cells and eliminating them. Currently I have agents in fourteen cells across the country, all will be dealt with shortly."

"Can we keep casualties to a minimum?" Hawthorne asked sincerely

"No." Director Scott answered blankly, the president didn't fight back about the border line insubordination, and much to Andrew's surprise either did anybody else. The president just sat there and took it, and no one came to his defense, such weakness this government was hosting lately. Scott was about to continue when his cell phone beeped in his pocket he looked at the number and saw that it was from the intelligence office at the CIA "Excuse me I have to take this."

"That is fine." Hawthorne said "I have to prepare for the press conference, we will pick this up after." With that everyone exited the room except for Director Scott who sat in his chair and answered his phone.

"What do you have for me?" he said

"The blogger who has been posting on the internet just released more info." the man on the other end of the line said

"And?" Director Scott said coldly

"We have a trace on them. Whoever it is is just posted from a wireless connection in Minneapolis a few seconds ago."

Finally! The CIA had been dealing with the attempts by the scientist, in charge of the initial program that created the parasite, to release information to the world that they had over looked some blogger release classified documents on the internet. They tried tracking whoever it was down but they were constantly on the move and updating from random up links across the country, and before they could get a good track on the person they suddenly stopped posting for about a week. Now they had them, and they were going to find out who this person was and how they had all this info "Good, shut down the site I'll deal with the rest." Director Scott hung up and immediately dialed the number for the best agent he currently had at his side.

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"hmmm yes baby." Priestess moaned as the man kissed her neck. She loved her job, good sex came often since she met so many men on her journeys. Just as the man was about to unhook her top her phone rang. Priestess sighed "Not again!" she huffed as she moved out from under the guy she had met on the street and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

"Who could possibly be calling you during the apocalypse?" the man questioned as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at priestess who was now on the phone

"What is it?" she asked in a irritated tone

"We have a track on that blogger from two weeks ago, finish off those rebels there and head to Minneapolis I'll send you details." Director Scott's voice ordered through the phone

"My car broke down." she said with an innocent voice that was completely fake and Director Scott knew it

"We will send a jet to come pick you up at the nearest airport."

Priestess grumbled "Oh come on, I got some good dick hanging in front of me here." the guy on the bed gave her a strange, but satisfied, look as priestess yelled out her comment almost obnoxiously. She was a great agent, but sometimes she acted like a child.

"I don't care if your about to suck Wili Wonka's dick and it taste like a tootsie pop, I don't even care if your about to fuck God himself, I want you out of there now and on your way to the airport!" Director Scott was obviously a little agitated by Priestess. She was a thorn in his side, much less easy to deal with unlike Freelancer. He never had an issue with Freelancer needing to kill anybody or switch objectives in an instant, but Priestess was a whole different creature. She had a weird thing with sex, and she had a bit of an attitude that rubbed Andrew the wrong way.

"Fine, fine." she said as she hung up the phone and stood up, putting her top back on

"Where are you going?" the guy on the bed asked as he stood up and Priestess reached into her coat pocket. The man barely had time to get on his feet before Priestess took a knife from her coat pocket, spun around, and slammed it hard into his wind pipe. He flew backwards on the bed and grabbed his throat in shock, pain and agony. Priestess walked over casually, grabbed the blade and pulled it from his throat, letting the blood gush from the intrusion. She ignored the sounds of the man gasping for air as she opened the guitar case and retrieved her pistol, which she had stuck in the case when she met the men on the street. She had gotten lucky, the guy on the bed and his buddies she found on the street were apart of a small rebel cell that were going from state to state causing havoc for the military. She also got lucky when she found out this guy was as lonely as a stray dog after his girlfriend got infected, too bad she got screwed over again. She made sure the pistol was loaded and looked at the door that would lead her into the door that would lead her into the rest of the rebel hideout.

"Well, eventually I'll be able to finish up." she sighed as she put the guitar case on her back, and walked into the next room with the full intent to kill every last person she found.