capeandcowllogs | And I can guide a missile by satellite

WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
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Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:

”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”

”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”

”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”

”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”

”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”

He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!

“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”

Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.

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The un-punched vampire gasped in shock and horror as his comrade's head suddenly exploded, both the gas mask and the skull shattering with a single punch. Now robbed of anything resembling an intact head, the Nazi's body dropped lifelessly to the deck while the one still standing, realizing that Wesker's strength and speed far exceeded his own, hurled away his gun and made a run for it.

While it was an effective attack, it was also incredibly messy.

It seemed the other Vampire was smart enough to know it was completely outclassed and foolish enough to think it could get away. Wesker went after it, using his superior speed to get in front of it.

"You know I can't let you run off like that," He said. This time he used his knife. It was certainly long enough to do the job, but hadn't been designed with decapitation in mind.

"Oh come on, man, I just ha-rrrrggghkkk!" The man's pleas were abruptly cut off by Wesker's knife slicing through his throat and spinal cord. His head hit the deck a moment ahead of his body. Alarms were going off throughout the ship, and groans and creaks could be heard from within its structure. With enemies on its bridge and fliers pounding on it from outside, the Nazis on the zeppelin had far bigger things to pay attention to than Wesker, leaving him free to proceed for the moment.

Now that he was without any opposition, Wesker could be more thorough in his exploration of the area. Given what had been observable from the outside, Wesker knew his approximate position. The engine area seemed as good a destination as any.

There would likely be non-combat crew members there knowledgeable enough to be useful. He kept his eyes open for anything interesting or potentially dangerous as he went in the direction he estimated would take him closer to the engines.

The DEM II's main engine room was currently deserted, most of the mechanics having rushed to damaged areas of the ship. A single man- one of the few New Millennium members who, being a noncombatant, had not received the gift of immortality- in soiled blue overalls was grumbling at something with a wrench, sweating under the pressure of the situation and the heat of the room. His back was turned to Wesker.

This was convenient. Only one person to deal with rather than several. Wesker noted that this room was under observation, and he had no way to know if his actions here were being recorded.

This was unfortunate, he would have to take that into consideration.

Wesker walked up behind the man, gun drawn. "Stop what you're doing, put down the wrench, and put your hands up." If he was going to play the part of a police officer he might as well get back in practice. At least while there was the chance his actions might later be seen by law enforcement.

The mechanic took a moment to curse the Major for not making him bulletproof like everyone else, then slowly complied. He could only hope that someone was watching the cameras and that reinforcements were on the way.

"Now, do whatever you need to do to shut down the engines. If they're still working in thirty seconds, I will shoot you," Wesker said calmly.

He could have shut the engines down himself, but getting someone familiar with the system to do it would be faster.

"What the- okay okay okay!" Scrambling, the mechanic threw switches, pulled plugs, turned wheels, and, panicking, finally snatched up the wrench and started smashing things until the whirr of the zeppelin's engines became a nasty grinding noise, then faded away altogether. "There! There, I think that was less than thirty, I- oh, fuck me." The mechanic stared helplessly at the two soldiers who were suddenly standing in the engine room's doorway, neither of whom looked very impressed with his handiwork. They raised their pistols at the traitor and fired in unison, then turned on Wesker as their former crewmate slumped to the floor, his overalls now stained with his own blood.

The wrench was hardly an elegant solution, but it got the job done, and would make it difficult to get the engines going again. The arriving soldiers also saved Wesker the trouble of figuring out what to do with the mechanic since he had outlived his usefulness.

Wesker moved at closer to human speeds to draw their fire away from the computer terminals he wanted to access, and once again returned fire.

The enemy fire tracked Wesker obligingly, moving away from the terminals, one of the vampires falling to the ground with one of Wesker's bullets in his chest. But he sprang right back up, and his partner, perhaps thinking that with the engines shut down the equipment and computers in the room were now expendable, pulled the pin on a grenade and rolled it towards Wesker's feet.

The grenade was not something Wesker wanted to see. As it rolled towards him he took off, a blindingly fast dash not quite directly at the two Vampires but in between them.

He didn't think it would actually kill the vampire, but he did want to express his irritation over it by throwing one of the vampires after its own grenade. At the very least, it should keep him occupied while he handled the other one.

Since bullets had dropped it before, Wesker emptied the rest of the clip into the same vampire he'd shot moments before. He just needed to get it on the ground long enough to crush its head with his boot.

The thrown vampire had just enough time to yelp before he was torn apart by his own bomb, along with most of the engine room. His partner got off one more shot before a flurry of bullets from Wesker tore through his (now unnecessary) internal organs, toppling him to the ground, clutching at his perforated torso.

Not much of the metal sent flying by the grenade hit Wesker, but some of it did, slicing into his side. It was painful, but not damaging enough to be more than a moment or two of pain as his body began to regenerate. He would remove the embedded metal later.

He stomped down on the prone vampire's head.

And I can guide a missile by satellite

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