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capeandcowllogs2013-05-23 10:36 am
dead_reckoning) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-05-23 10:36 am
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names, And he decides who to free and who to blame.
WHO: Anyone at NOHoPE: patients, staff, visitors
WHEN: The following takes place between 6:00 PM May 23rd to however long the takeover lasts. Events occur in real time.
WHERE: The Norman Osborn Hospital for Psychiatric Evaluation, on the outskirts of the City.
WARNINGS: Violence and torture
SUMMARY: NOHoPE is taken hostage by a group of gunmen called 'Reckoning.' The facility's power dampeners are subverted to interfere with ImPort powers and prevent a rescue. The target: Jack Bauer and all his allies.
FORMAT: Prose. Subthreads will be posted for each phase and aspect of the crisis, tag in under those!
When Reckoning struck, they fell on NOHoPE like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. There was no warning and no chance to prepare. One minute it was a quiet night at the City's ImPort-founded psychiatric hospital, the next a helicopter was descending toward the roof with heavily-armed men poised at its open doors. The moment it touched down, they dropped to the roof and ran for the building's rooftop access. They slapped a small explosive charge on the maintenance door. The echoing blast and the thunder of the rotors were the first alert NOHoPE's staff had that they were under attack, and by then it was too late.
At the same time as the helicopter landed, large trucks were moving in on the hospital, packed with more gunmen. The operation had been meticulously planned: the target was to be assaulted from both air and ground. The gate to the facility's grounds was too thick to simply slam through. The lead truck stopped for a moment while a man dashed out, attached the requisite amount of plastic explosive, and then dashed back aboard as the detonation vapourized the gate's lock. The trucks roared ahead, up the driveway and past the green gardens surrounding the hospital.
By then the alarm had been sounded. NOHoPE was entering full lockdown, patients and staff being hustled into safe areas while calls went out to the police and mechanical security drones were mobilized. The hospital had been designed with advanced security specifically to guard against breakout and rescue attempts by metahumans. However, a full-on assault by a well-prepared force of commandoes was still an overwhelming threat. NOHoPE was a medical treatment and containment facility, not a fortress, and it was about to fall.
The team that had breached the roof was now moving toward their target. They were dressed and equipped the same as the rest of Reckoning: black jackets and work jeans, black shooting gloves, black combat boots, black ski masks over their heads and shooting goggles over their eyes, assault rifles in their hands, chests bearing body armour and combat vests stuffed with ammunition, packs on their backs bearing even more supplies and equipment. They fired warning shots at the ceiling and yelled in English at anyone they encountered to get down, get out of the way, raise their hands. A NOHoPE security guard disobeyed, calling into his radio while going for his weapon. He was gunned down in an instant. His blood stained the immaculate white of the hospital's walls.
Outside, the trucks had pulled up at the front entrance. Gunmen were piling out and taking up positions around the door, rifles pointed at the building. NOHoPE's exterior was too tough to be breached by brute force, and the administrative office with the controls that could open it was locked down tight. However, that office was still connected to the rest of the hospital's systems, and those connections were the weak point. Inside NOHoPE, the helicopter team had torn off a maintenance panel and gained access to a thick trunk of cables surrounded by important circuit boards. One of the attackers took a laptop out of his pack and connected it to NOHoPE's systems through a cable. The others kept him covered, firing at any guards or drones they saw.
This was the riskiest part of the operation. The electronic security at NOHoPE wasn't exactly pitiful. The ImPort-designed programs protecting the systems were of higher quality than almost anything ordinary people could devise. That was why Reckoning had resorted to quantity over quality. When the laptop was connected, thousands of viruses and hacks written especially for this purpose flooded into the system. Almost all of them failed, but it only took one success to place the attackers in control of the building. Less than five minutes after the helicopter landed, the lockdown was lifted, and every drone in the halls simply shut down. The rest of the militants stormed into the facility through the open front door.
They shot the first person they saw, the lobby receptionist. She had been in the bathroom when the lockdown was announced, and died for the delay. Her death was the signal for terror and obedience, a sign that they would kill. The gunmen divided by pairs and began sweeping the building, securing key areas and rounding everyone they found as hostages. One of them found the hospital's PA system.
"Attention NOHoPE. We are Reckoning. We are now in control of this facility. The power dampeners are under our command. No dangerous ImPort powers will function within this building. Surrender and obey and you may live. Offer any resistance and you will die. That is all."
WHEN: The following takes place between 6:00 PM May 23rd to however long the takeover lasts. Events occur in real time.
WHERE: The Norman Osborn Hospital for Psychiatric Evaluation, on the outskirts of the City.
WARNINGS: Violence and torture
SUMMARY: NOHoPE is taken hostage by a group of gunmen called 'Reckoning.' The facility's power dampeners are subverted to interfere with ImPort powers and prevent a rescue. The target: Jack Bauer and all his allies.
FORMAT: Prose. Subthreads will be posted for each phase and aspect of the crisis, tag in under those!
When Reckoning struck, they fell on NOHoPE like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. There was no warning and no chance to prepare. One minute it was a quiet night at the City's ImPort-founded psychiatric hospital, the next a helicopter was descending toward the roof with heavily-armed men poised at its open doors. The moment it touched down, they dropped to the roof and ran for the building's rooftop access. They slapped a small explosive charge on the maintenance door. The echoing blast and the thunder of the rotors were the first alert NOHoPE's staff had that they were under attack, and by then it was too late.
At the same time as the helicopter landed, large trucks were moving in on the hospital, packed with more gunmen. The operation had been meticulously planned: the target was to be assaulted from both air and ground. The gate to the facility's grounds was too thick to simply slam through. The lead truck stopped for a moment while a man dashed out, attached the requisite amount of plastic explosive, and then dashed back aboard as the detonation vapourized the gate's lock. The trucks roared ahead, up the driveway and past the green gardens surrounding the hospital.
By then the alarm had been sounded. NOHoPE was entering full lockdown, patients and staff being hustled into safe areas while calls went out to the police and mechanical security drones were mobilized. The hospital had been designed with advanced security specifically to guard against breakout and rescue attempts by metahumans. However, a full-on assault by a well-prepared force of commandoes was still an overwhelming threat. NOHoPE was a medical treatment and containment facility, not a fortress, and it was about to fall.
The team that had breached the roof was now moving toward their target. They were dressed and equipped the same as the rest of Reckoning: black jackets and work jeans, black shooting gloves, black combat boots, black ski masks over their heads and shooting goggles over their eyes, assault rifles in their hands, chests bearing body armour and combat vests stuffed with ammunition, packs on their backs bearing even more supplies and equipment. They fired warning shots at the ceiling and yelled in English at anyone they encountered to get down, get out of the way, raise their hands. A NOHoPE security guard disobeyed, calling into his radio while going for his weapon. He was gunned down in an instant. His blood stained the immaculate white of the hospital's walls.
Outside, the trucks had pulled up at the front entrance. Gunmen were piling out and taking up positions around the door, rifles pointed at the building. NOHoPE's exterior was too tough to be breached by brute force, and the administrative office with the controls that could open it was locked down tight. However, that office was still connected to the rest of the hospital's systems, and those connections were the weak point. Inside NOHoPE, the helicopter team had torn off a maintenance panel and gained access to a thick trunk of cables surrounded by important circuit boards. One of the attackers took a laptop out of his pack and connected it to NOHoPE's systems through a cable. The others kept him covered, firing at any guards or drones they saw.
This was the riskiest part of the operation. The electronic security at NOHoPE wasn't exactly pitiful. The ImPort-designed programs protecting the systems were of higher quality than almost anything ordinary people could devise. That was why Reckoning had resorted to quantity over quality. When the laptop was connected, thousands of viruses and hacks written especially for this purpose flooded into the system. Almost all of them failed, but it only took one success to place the attackers in control of the building. Less than five minutes after the helicopter landed, the lockdown was lifted, and every drone in the halls simply shut down. The rest of the militants stormed into the facility through the open front door.
They shot the first person they saw, the lobby receptionist. She had been in the bathroom when the lockdown was announced, and died for the delay. Her death was the signal for terror and obedience, a sign that they would kill. The gunmen divided by pairs and began sweeping the building, securing key areas and rounding everyone they found as hostages. One of them found the hospital's PA system.
"Attention NOHoPE. We are Reckoning. We are now in control of this facility. The power dampeners are under our command. No dangerous ImPort powers will function within this building. Surrender and obey and you may live. Offer any resistance and you will die. That is all."
Jack Escapes (open)
Jack had been at the hospital to fulfill one of the most unwelcome requirements of his release conditions. Despite his continued insistence on his mental health, he was still obligated to return regularly to NOHoPE for ongoing therapy and treatment. Outside he might be able to work as a federal agent again, but there was always the tracker attached to his ankle to remind him of how thick the tether tying him back here was.
He had been on the main floor the first gunshots were heard, leaving a treatment room flanked by two guards. Lockdown had been initiated, which meant getting all patients locked inside rooms for their own safety. That’s what the guards had done, ignoring Jack’s protests and pleas to let him help defend the place. One of them had stayed outside the door while the other went to reinforce his colleagues. Jack had been left trapped inside the treatment room, listening impotently to gunfire and blaring alarms. Then both noises had stopped.
A voice came from the PA speaker in the ceiling. "Attention NOHoPE. We are Reckoning. We are now in control of this facility. The power dampeners are under our command. No dangerous ImPort powers will function within this building. Surrender and obey and you may live. Offer any resistance and you will die. That is all."
“Son of a bitch,” Jack said. “They’ve taken the building.” The alarm being cut meant that they had cancelled the lockdown. They would come for him soon, searching room-by-room, rounding up their hostages. He needed a weapon, and he needed to get moving.
He pressed himself against the door and yelled through it. “Listen to me! You heard the announcement, they’re in control now! You need to let me out of here!”
No response. The guard was gone- dead, fleeing, captured, Jack didn't know. He scowled and stalked around the room, looking for something he could use. All needles and drugs were locked away securely, there were no surgical tools, and the scissors in the first aid kit would be too small...
There was a small fire extinguisher hanging on the wall, a little red canister of pressurized fire suppressant. Jack grabbed it just as he heard the tromping sound of heavy combat boots approaching the door. He crouched behind the surgical bed and took aim a moment before the door unlocked and swung open. Jack glimpsed two armed men in masks and black outfits, then activated the extinguisher.
The red canister hissed and spewed a thick white cloud. The men cried out. A second of surprise was all the opening Jack needed. He hurled the still-hissing extinguisher at them as he vaulted over the surgical bed and charged. He tackled the lead man hard, shoulder ramming into his midsection with enough power to bowl him over into the gunman behind him. The three men fell into the hallway together, shrouded by a billowing cloud.
Jack got on top of the guy he’d tackled, punching him in the temple before grabbing at the pistol in his holster. He saw the other man get to his feet, glimpsed a blade gleaming through the smoke. He threw himself backwards a moment before a knife slashed out toward his face. As he fell, the pistol slid free from the holster. Jack landed on his back, raised the gun, took the safety off. The masked man became clearer through the cloud, stepping forward with knife raised. Jack fired three times, the shouts loud and sharp in the tight hallway. The man fell dead atop his unconscious comrade.
He got to his feet, breathing hard. The cloud was thinning around him. He heard shouts from down the hall, the sound of more combat boots approaching. He knew he couldn’t fight them all. Jack bent over his fallen enemies and snatched what items he could- spare magazines, a radio, that knife- then ran for it. He needed a hiding place, and he needed a plan.