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Kane knew the higher ground would benefit him more than waiting to find something else by the gate. Plus, the ruffling in the wood helped him make his dire decision. The vines along the wall seemed sturdy enough to climb, so he started to climb them hoping none would snap making him fall straight to the ground. Reaching the top, he tried to find a way down but looked to observe what was beyond the gate.
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The first thing he did was look out of the window, watching as some dogs burned, others putting out the flames and continuing on, even with the injuries they sustained. How incredible. Seems he wasn't the only one around here who could take some punishment. Then he searched the shed. Fuel. Fuel was flamable, he could work with that. And parts, parts he could work with too. Dogs may be tenancious and fast but none of them were as clever as he was.
Setting to work immediatly, he began to rifle through the gas cans, taking the ones that had anything in them, stacking them in the center of the room. Then he began to roll up his left sleeve, to his elbow. Unsheathing his knife, he placed it on his forearm, then, with a rough sawing motion, he cut away a large section of the flesh there. Placing the piece of half-rotten meat on top of the gas cans, he sheathed his knife and rolled his sleeve back down. When he was done he went to the shelves searching for a few things. Then he found what he was looking for. Cable. A little, thin, brake cable but it would do. Removing a high explosive grenade from the bandolier, wedging it under one of the gas cans, then connecting the pin to the cable. Unraveling it, he tossed it up, over the rafter, only so he could follow. Jumping up to grasp it, he clambered up, quite ready to get on the roof of the shed.
However, he turned, unslinging his SMG, checking the magazine and grinning. Then he turned it, giving each window a few rounds, then the latch on the door got the rest of the ammunition. Perhaps it would bust the latch, and the now open windows would give the dogs some incentive to enter for the snack he'd left to them. Meanwhile, he was already going out the hole in the roof. As he did so he yanked the cable hard, pulling the pin out of the grenade. With nothing there to hold the spoon in place it would pop off, starting the chain reaction.
He would jump off the shed, running for the woods. Within four seconds of the trigger being activated the grenade would detonate. The explosive was already powerful, however the gasoline around it would only amplify it's devestating effects. Hopefuly the dogs would have entered the shed in an attempt to get at him. Kaboom.
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((Hope the holidays were good for everyone. Also hope the platoon joins up as well. Last, this RP is still open to anyone willing to partake in the chaos about to ensue next. This is still a mini-RP (1 of 4), and hopefully these three great RPers will re-join the next. Ok, onto the next level))
Kane
The vines did hold him well enough. Behind him were some wild dogs picking up on his scent. As they noticed it had disappeared, they looked up and instantly started to bark and foam at the mouth. The noise was created and alerted the surrounding area for possible intruders. It wasn't enough for Ricter to hear since he was busy himself with his own wild dogs. As the dogs barked, more came in view.
On the other side, a commotion started to happen as a few stray wild dogs gathered on the spot where the noise was coming from. Now, Kane is stuck in between two sides of dangerous threats. The dogs wouldn't be able to climb the wall if Kane decided to walk along it, but the dogs would follow in tow however he decides to proceed.
Also, past the wall is a huge, non-working fountain scaling quite a ways high off to the left. To the right, a bush garden with much needed trimming was laid out with high and wide bushes.
Ricter
As Ricter readied his explosive, the dogs were getting frantic with foaming jaws and sharp paws. The wood was starting to crack which started to give enough leeway for some to get in. Luckily, Ricter made it to the hole in the roof just as some of the wild dogs poured into the windows and doorway.
*KABOOM*
The shack blew up and Ricter was on his way through the wood. The scent was thrown off by flaming pieces of wood, the gasoline smell, and other canine smells. One dog, however, wasn't fooled by the trap. The leader of the pack, a jackal, saw Ricter leave through the roof and run into the wood. The good doctor gave the jackal enough knowledge and modifications to make his own planned out decisions regardless of the circumstances.
Staying far behind, he tails him for now to see where he goes. Ricter runs as far as he is willing, yet the wood seems never ending.
He will find himself now in a graveyard surrounded by thick bushes which seemed to be its walls. Inside were tombstones marked with names and dates going back to as far as 50 years before today’s date. The peculiar thing was that a lot of them were in rapid succession if Ricter cared to notice. Even a few of them had empty holes inside and were marked with a specific death date. Noises could be heard around him, yet the location was hard to pinpoint. ((Yes, you know what is coming))
The jackal stayed within scent range. The significant decay smell was pungent enough to keep a distance.
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Where the hell are ya? We miss you...You're important to us. 
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SIMPLE SIMON met a Pie man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the Pie man, "And what have you got there?"
Said the Pie man unto Simon, "Pies, duh!".
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His pace through the woods was quick however it slowed down significantly about half way through. If one of the doctor's quadraped cronies thought that the revenant didn't think he was being tailed than the canine was sadly mistaken. It let him know that some of the doctor's experiments had been a success, at least the man wasn't a complete fool. That and Ricter was willing to bet that the dogs had only been a fraction of Wurst's success in his expirments. The concept was terribly exciting, knowing that there was much more in store.
Upon entering the graveyard he came to a halt. Slowly the brow over his blind eye lifted, a slight smirk spread over his face. Taking this stationary moment to reload his SMG he was then on the move once again. His pace was slow, a casual walk, his visual attention upon the graves, especially those that had been dug but did not yet have anyone resting withing them. So the good doctor was encountering failures. Perhaps not failures, though. Sometimes progress ment sacrafice. This Ricter was well versed with. He wasn't above scragging his own men or allies in order to reach the primary objective.
All the noise was what drew his attention the most, he was almost more than happy to see what would come out this time. However, if the next surprise in store for him seemed like a much more sentinent species, or even if it wasn't, he did have a trick up his sleeve for this new advesary. Somthing none of them would ever see comming.
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Short Version.
Scott and Erika will keep watch on the apes. Erika will advise on how to handle them.
Franz and Alistair will try grabbing a few live specimens, and the Forward team will move out of the way of the wave of vermin, 10 metres of the East, then move up on the point team.
The main team will do the same.
The rearguard will be moving more slowly, and being extra cautious, looking towards the sea as they move into the forestland. they will not move out of the way of the vermin.
Long version
Scott and Erika were alert, but relaxed. Unlike the teams behind them, they had moved out of the immediate site of danger , so they could maintain a watch on the ape creatures, which they did.
***Point E.***. This was Erika. Sir, I believe the creatures are in a normal feeding cycle.***
Erika took a closer look at what they were feeding on
***If we had some of those small creatures, we could use them in case the ape creatures get nasty.***
***Ach, gerrof ye wee scunners!***
The forward team felt differently. Alistair hated rats. The memory of his First Life informed him that rats ate cattle feed, consumed winter stocks, fouled habitations and generally made life harder. He raised his grenade launcher and grinned..
...only to have Franz's gloved hand push it down again.
"Our Lord said NO shooting. Do not disobey him. If you do not like them, simply get out of the way."
"Oh, sez you, eh? Away an boil yer heid, those wee beasties are deid"
Alistair jerked the grenade launcher as he said it. Franz applied more pressure to keep it pointed down.
"***What's up, Forward?***
***Nothing, sir. Just a difference of opinion.***
***Get it together. I want you and Alistair to get some of those rat creatures. Dead or alive, I don't care, but no shooting. do it by hand. Then all of you are to move out of the way of the wave of cratures, and head up to join the point team.***
***Aye***
***Sir***
Ioan addressed the main team.
"As for the rest of us, let's get out of the way. The feed suggests those creatures are low on the totem pole, which means they'll attract predators, and the last thing I want is a shooting match this early on."
There were various cries of assent, and the team moved so they would get out of the way of the wave of creatures.
***Rear, how are we doing?***
***Rear C. Sir, I'm no sailor, but I don't like the look of that sea.***
Carl and Frida looked around at the sound of wood splintering. What had caused that? With weapons already readied, their retreat from the sea slowed down as they looked both left and right.
***Be advised that a group of vermin will be headed your way. I suggest you get out the way of the tide***
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Now, it was time to decide on his route. Either was would put him into more danger, yet the garden did have better hiding scenery. It would be quite possible to lose most or all of them at once. Kane just needed a distraction. Pulling one of his flashbangs from his vest, the red wolf starts to make his way along the thick wall's top edge.
More vines were in place as he jumped off the wall and threw the grenade down toward the crowd of pupplies. He grabbed the vine and swung him nealy metres from the dog pile. The pack started to follow when the noise piercing hunk of metal exploded blinding and deafening the pack. Confusion seemed to unfold upon the dog as Kane made his toward the garden bushes.
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