A Communist And A Sniper; What could go wrong?

[Generalfoley]

Three days.

Three days, Jeff had been laying here, covered in his urban ghillie suit. Waiting.

He wasn't surprised he wasn't ambushed by the dead, having been silent all this time. But he was surprised by the fact that no one was taking his car.

He had set his home, the ARV (Armored Recreational Vehicle), out in the middle of the street. It was armored against explosives, so he wasn't worried about it. But he had left the massive truck out as bait so he could at least add a few more notches to his belt. A couple of heads, maybe a couple of Marauder leaders to get some upgrades for him. Thunder roared as it started to rain.

Again.

These showers were coming in more and more recently, if they didn't stop soon there'd be a flood to worry about. Or vegetation finally overgrowing the city. It wouldn't really be a bad thing, he'd be able to hide easier. It was then that he heard a boom. It wasn't the thunder, it was more along the lines of an explosion. Seconds later, he was hit by the subtle shockwave that had managed to get into his part of the city. A massive explosion, then.

"Damn my curiosity," Jeff said to himself, packing his stuff up. Taking out a rope and a repel line, he slid down to the street, walking to his ARV when he was approached by a Marauder aiming a rifle at him. "Hold it right-" The man didn't get to finish as Jeff pulled out his pistol and put two in the thug's head. So now they show up?

"I don't have time for this," Jeff said as he got into the ARV. Turning the ignition, the massive engine roared to life, pulling away to head to the coast.

It took him a good four minutes to get to the water front. And what he saw was... Not necessarily unwanted as it was... unusual. The explosion came from the Statue of Liberty, no doubt about that. Unless the smoke coming from it's burning face was just something else entirely.

He drove up to the ferry he knew that would hold his vehicle, and, after killing the ghouls on-board, pulled out of the harbor, chugging along until he reached the port of Liberty Island. Taking his rifle, he looked through the scope at the wreckage, seeing nothing moving. Zombified pilot maybe? No, but where'd the plane come from?

He heard a yell from above, and swiftly aimed at the source, only to be knocked to the floor by a bodily mass and a pair of boots or shoes or whatever. Shoving the mass off of him, he raised an eyebrow at the man who had just literally dropped in unannounced. He aimed his rifle at the man, and took in a deep breath to regain his wind.

"Who the hell are you, and why'd you land on top of me?" He wasn't in the mood for games. Being landed on did that to people.

[SobeitOnion]

Mauricio knew he hated planes. Especially when they were a bitch to fly, and even more so when the flight was transatlantic. But, he wasn't going to complain too much; the Grumman G73 Mallard he modified was his ticket back to the States. It was his ticket back, if you will. He had been so long in Canterbury, so long on the interwebz, so long away from home that it was high time he was off and out.

Mauricio, while he checked dials, numbers, kept the auto-pilot running, and numerous other important plane vitals, remembered his chance meeting with Joe and Mike. Those two were fun. The Dalek gunning Joe, Mike depleting his Ramen stores, and the occasional mess up in the lab that would wake up one of the two. Ah, those were the times. Sadly, he tried to persuade them to join him on his flight towards the good ol' Red, White, and Blue. Alas, his efforts were for naught.

He checked his bearings again, and was making out off on the horizon the semblance of what was New York City. Wow, the place had really gone to shit since he had been here last. But still, it might be worth looking at. As the plane continued its approach, Mau realized he was off course. waaaaay off course. By the looks of it, he was headed towards Ellis Island. "Goddammit" he muttered. He undid the auto-pilot, and attempted to maneuver the plane away from the well known Statue of Liberty.

But it didn't want to budge.

At all.

"Fuck, fuck fuck!" The Statue of Liberty was looming ever closer with each passing second. He shook the controls, but something must have happened for the jam to occur. The Statue of Liberty was even more closer. Now was the time to bail. Mauricio threw on his parachute, stuffed what explosives he could into his coat, grabbed his Armsel Striker and popped open the door. Wind was rapidly moving out as cabin pressure was released. Mauricio regretted not being able to retrieve the full weight of his explosives stockpile, but time wasn't to be wasted. And thus, he jumped.

Luckily, the parachute worked. The cool November winds whipped him around to be able to see his amphibian plane smash straight into Lady Liberty's face. Not a second after, all of his handiwork, all of his explosives, went off. It was a curious site, seeing the Fourth of July smack dab in Autumn. A bright flash, debris flung every which way, and the billowing smoke accompanied with bright flames. The shock-wave was pleasant enough to cause his nose to bleed. Nevertheless, he continued his descent towards land sweet land.

It came to his attention that there was a man below him. Well, to be more accurate, it was a man he was going to collide into promptly. Mauricio yelled loudly, "Oi! Watch out below! Y U NO MOOOOVE!" But, without further ado, he squarely hit the poor fellow with both feet.

Mauricio was immediately shoved off by the guy. He seemed rather sore about the whole incident, but who could blame him? Mauricio got up and unbuckled his parachute, and looked up to notice a sniper rifle being pointed at him. The man inquired, "Who the hell are you, and why'd you land on top of me?" Mauricio casually dusted himself off, while a grin slowly spread across his face. "See Lady Liberty over there?" Mauricio pointed with the Striker, " She's the reason why I ungraciously landed on you." "As for the name," Mauricio pondered for a second, "The name's Mauricio, Chairman Mau-ricio."

[Generalfoley]

Jeff looked at the statue, and raised an eyebrow at the man. "She's the reason why I ungraciously landed on you.As for the name, the name's Mauricio, Chairman Mau-ricio." Jeff stared at the man who landed upon him. "Chairman?" He said, half question half statement. He sighed. If this guy wanted to try and kill him, he would've tried. He lowered his weapon, and sighed, extending his right hand. "Jeff, Jeff Cabo." Jeff shook the man's hand, and sighed, leaning against the railing of the boat.

"So, Chairman, what brings you to the former United States of Cluster Fucks? You come to bring civilization back to the people or are you just here to enjoy the sun?" It was fucking winter. Jeff heard a cry call out, and proceeded downstairs. "Now, unless you want to be Bird Food, I suggest you get down here to enjoy armored protection," Jeff said as he walked over to his MRAP ARV, opening the back hatch. He entered, then looked out. "Well?" He waited for Mauricio to get in before he closed the door behind him. He looked at the chairman, and pointed at the man.

"No PedoVan jokes," Jeff warned before putting his rifle up on the gun rack on the side. "Now we wait the Glider out, then we can get into New York and get to EC to find out where you're from and what you can do."

[SobeitOnion]

"Jeff, Jeff Cabo", said the man. Well, well, he seemed to be a sport about the unannounced landing. He began some sort of particularly sarcastic weather comment, but alas, the ringing in the Chairman's right ear was a tad bit distracting. Knowing fully that it wouldn't go away, Mau returned his attention to Jeff. "Now, unless you want to be Bird Food, I suggest you get down here to enjoy armored protection."

The screech was downright unnerving. "And I thought the pigeons of New York were a terror in their own perspective," muttered Mauricio. He noticed that Jeff was motioning entrance into his van, err, 'armored' vehicle. The thing was screaming PedoBear. And, in a stroke of serendipity, Jeff made the connection. "No PedoVan jokes." The Honorable Chairman couldn't help himself, Mauricio just had to crack one joke. Just one. "I'll get in, but no matter how much free ice cream you give me, you will not see me spinning right round like a record."

The Chairman looked back at the Statue of Liberty as more Gliders were escaping their burning nest. Mau entered the vehicle and gingerly accomodated himself within the van armored vehicle. He then looked Jeff straight in the eyes and with a most stolid expression stated, "Now keep this in mind, anything begins to go awry, say you're trying to pull one over me, kaboom." The Chairman made motions with his hands to further portray the possible explosive consequences. And with a snap, his face returned to a friendly smile and began staunching the bloody nose he almost forgot he had.