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  05:03:21  15 April 2010
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SetaKat
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The Job

Chapter 1
The stalker walked briskly down the road towards the old Rostik bar, and towards his goal. He wore a black version of the merc heavy suit, except with a curtain helmet in place of the usual respirator. He had an AS VAL slung over his back, with scope attached, and held a Svarog detector in his left hand. In his right, he held a medium sized hand crossbow by his side. Watching the detectors screen, he side stepped a burner anomaly. He spotted the familiar blip of an artefact show up on the side, but he ignored it. He had more important things to worry about. He was in the Red Forest, artefact and mutant hunting, when the call came through on his pda: “Cordon, Military Outpost ASAP”. The message was from Reaper. He wondered what could be the problem now. Occasionally, his team, Shadow, Reaper and himself were often called to do jobs for the various factions, and even the military hired them sometimes thesedays. A sound from up ahead made him stop, and slowly reach for his VAL.

Sorry its so short, I was a bit pressed for time when I wrote this.
  10:05:16  15 April 2010
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Chapter 2
He couldn’t hear anything. The wind blowing through the abandoned buildings, the gentle rumblings of the whirligigs, or the beeping of his detector. He couldn’t even hear his own breathing. He glanced down at the panel at the bottom of his helmet. There were 3 LED’s. At the moment, all of them were off. “Wait for it” he muttered under his breath. Right on cue, one of the lights started flashing green, and then switched to solid green. He didn’t need to read the small label behind it which had three letters printed on it: PSI. There was a controller about, within 50 meters of him in this concrete and steel maze. He smiled and holstered his VAL, and pulled out his crossbow. “Let’s see how these new bolts work on him”. The bolts had been custom made by a duty craftsman, and in tests they proved reliable. “Clear mind, need an empty, clear mind”. He knew this after a scientific study revealed that former Monolith soldiers under the command of the c-con didn’t think, they just did, and low yield psi exposure on volunteer stalkers revealed that the emptier your mind is, the less effect psi radiation has on you, and hence forth, monolithian’s were almost completely immune to psi exposure. Controllers hunt using their sense of smell, and their psychic abilities, so with an empty mind, and provided you didn’t smell too bad, the controller shouldn’t spot you. They didn’t call him Sage for nothing.

He crept forward, keeping an eye out for the controller, and listening for it, and watching the warning light that indicated psi emission intensity. As long as it stayed green, he was ok. As he approached an old pipe, he heard moaning from around the corner. He reached into a pocket, and pulled out a small signal mirror. Using it to look around the corner, he saw 5 zombies stumbling around a controller, right where he needed to pass through. ‘Shit’, he though. ‘Oh crap’, as he realized he had just made the mistake that could kill him. The light flicked over to yellow, and the controller turned right towards his hiding place, just before the zombies turned and started ambling towards him. “Too many to take out with a gun, and especially 20 rounds at that, and no frag grenades, and smoke is useless here. Let’s see how these bolts work.” He stood up, took aim, and fired, just as the controller readied itself to use its psychic blast attack. The bolt flew true, and buried itself 3 inches into the creatures left eye socket, causing it to stagger under the hit. But he had more important thing to worry about, as the nearest zombie was just out of arms reach and coming closer. Instinct and training kicked in, and as he had done many time before in his previous life. He lashed out with one leg, kicking the shambling creature with such force it doubled over slightly, before jumping and bringing the other knee up into its face. The zombie, thrown off balance, toppled over backwards. Sage looked around for an escape route, and spotted something down a side road. ‘Yes, that’ll do’ as he realised what was down that road. But before he could move, an ear piercing scream rent the air. He looked back to the source of the scream, and saw the controller pulling on the crossbow bolt, trying to get it out of its eye. But it was what its flesh was doing that caught his eye, and in spite of the situation, he smiled. The skin around the controllers eye socket was being warped, pulled and pushed out of shape, which was causing it pain. He knew what it was doing to the skull, and the brain. He had approached the Duty craftsman with a Gravi, a Goldfish, a small wad of cash and a dozen bolts, and asked him if he could insert pieces of the artefacts into the bolts bodies. The result: A bolt which due to the gravitational effects of the artefacts, flew straight and fast at its target, and once hitting, began pulling and twisting it out of shape. He smiled once more, and ducked towards the side road, just as the zombie he had knocked over was getting back up, and the next two reached him.
  13:22:00  15 April 2010
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Chapter 3 should be up sometime tomorrow, working on it now.
  00:27:36  16 April 2010
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Chapter 3
Any stalker who claimed to travel through the old Rostik bar knew of Ol’ Bastard, and a bastard he was. With a diameter of 5 meters, this massive vortex anomaly plugged nearly the entire road, except for a small bit on the side, which you could squeeze through. Normally, Sage would have checked the anomalies location, but today, with five zombies and a pissed off controller, he threw caution to the wind. He took off his backpack, and threw it along the ground, and then squeezed himself against the wall and the invisible barrier of the anomaly, and began walking along. He risked a glance back and saw a zombie, arms stretched forward, reaching for him. He realized that if the zombie walked into the anomaly, he was a dead man, as the anomaly would pull him in and squish him into a fist sized blob. He continued to sidestep along the wall, trying to get past when he saw the zombies hands breach the invisible bubble which surrounded the anomaly. This, Sage realised, was the end.

Just as he closed his eyes, he though he saw movement, off to his left. Before he could open them, he heard the unmistakeable report of a Dragunov firing, close, and the sound of the bullet striking flesh, and the low moan of a zombie in pain. Opening his eyes, he saw the zombie falling backwards, and to his left, a Duty soldier with his Dragunov rifle swing to obtain another target. He watched as the anomaly, its surface disrupted, began to lose integrity, and suck in anything around it, he could feel the air being pulled in past him. Just then, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and with an almighty jerk, pull him to safety as a voice yelled out “Isn’t your day to die Sage, your too good to be killed by a second rate anomaly”, just before he landed in the dirt, and was grabbed by several hands and dragged to safety, just as the anomalies pull reached its greatest, and the grunts of surprised zombies could almost be heard over the sound of rushing air. He rolled over, and saw a Duty soldier wearing a fifth generation exoskeleton in front of him, and behind him, in the anomaly, the rest of the zombies being compressed into a small blob. He watched as the blob got smaller and smaller, and began spinning faster, and then, just before it happened, he closed his eyes, even though his curtain helmet would protect him from it. With a sickening WHHAACK, the anomaly discharged, spraying pureed zombie all over the area. He picked himself off the ground, wiping zombie off his helm.

“Hey, Sage, you ok? Thought you were up at the forest, hunting chimeras?” The voice sounded familiar

“Yeah, I was Cheersov, ‘till I got a call saying to come to the Cordon. Urgent business. Thanks for the save” Sage replied

“Hell yeah, no problem brother, that’s five less zombies we have to deal with now” Lieutenant Cheersov answered. “Here’s you pack”

“Thanks”

“Hey, Listen, my boys and I have almost finished our sweep here. We’ll follow you back as far as the stalker base in the garbage, and then go our separate ways from there. An extra gun isn’t never gonna hurt, especially since there’s been reports of a Psuedogiant round here.”

“A Psuedogiant huh? Your squad got a rocket launcher on ya? If you don’t it could be a bit tricky, even with a RP”

“We got an RP, but no RPG. And tricky tells better stories” laughed Cheersov, resting his SPSA on his shoulder “But seriously, they aren’t no joke. And we’ll all be better off not running into one of...”

“Shit! Controller!” interrupted one of the Dutyiers, raising his AK. Sage spun around. Sure enough, a controller had ambled round the corner, looking very pissed off, and missing a huge chunk around its left eye socket. Before Sage could do anything, the exo suited Dutyier had spun around, raised his RP-74 Machine gun, and started firing. It rate of fire, coupled with its high velocity ammo, sounded like many canvas sheets being beaten at once, and the sound recorded and played back x10 louder. Sage found himself cringing in his helmet at the noise. But it was over a quickly as it started: The controller lay dead on the concrete road, its chest blown open, and half an arm blown off by the vicious volley of gunfire.

“Ha-ha, dumb shit” said the Dutyier who spotted it.

“They aren’t dumb” retorted Sage “that thing would have blasted us, if it hadn’t have been for my earlier shot tearing half its brain apart. On that matter...” Sage for the second time that day, squeezed past the anomaly, and rounded the corner. It didn’t take long to find, and he returned the same way.

“What did you forget Sage? Questioned Cheersov.

“This” replied Sage, while holding up the bolt he earlier fired. “I’m not forgetting any of these, not when they cost 800ru a piece, and are reusable. Anyway, let’s get out of here, before some bloodsucker stops by for a snack.”

“I hear you there Sage, don’t want to hang around this hellhole any longer than necessary” and with that, Sage and the Duty squad headed south.
  01:04:58  16 April 2010
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I like it, keep writing

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  01:06:30  16 April 2010
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Chapter 4 should be up within a day or so, provided I don't get to absorbed into the metro, which I am quite enjoying.
  03:37:13  16 April 2010
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---QUOTATION---
Chapter 4 should be up within a day or so, provided I don't get to absorbed into the metro, which I am quite enjoying.
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I hear you , im on my second run through, doing it on easy then the next run through on hard, did you know theres an acheivement if you let the "dark ones" catch up to you or so I heard or read somewhere
keep writing

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  05:46:55  18 April 2010
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Sorry it took so long, had a bit of writers block recently

Chapter 4
The trip to the Stalker base at the old Depot in Garbage went without incident, until they reached they reached the Garbage checkpoint, where stalkers in green camo could be seen hanging around, and a corpse in black lying over one of the barricades.

“Shit! Freedom. Places everybody” said one of the duty members, while the rest moved to cover

“Hold your fire everybody. Sage, are you gonna get to cover?, they might mistake you for one of us”

“Chill it Cheersov” replied Sage as he removed his helmet “Let me deal with this.”

He advanced slowly towards the check point, paying attention to the freedom stalkers who moved to covering positions

“Stop there, you uptight Duty bastard” one of them called out.

“Hey Vitaly, your eyesight so poor you can’t even recognize me? Or is that visor obscuring your vision?”

“Shit Sage, is that you?”

“No, it’s Santa Clause, who else could it be you dumb bat”

“Ha-ha Sage, you joined Duty now?”

“If I had, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now”

“What would we be doing right now?”

“Well, I’d be looting your gear, while your making excuses to Saint Peter”

The stalker ‘Vitaly’ started laughing, while the rest of the squad looked at him “Ah, sorry for that, but that was a good one. Anyway, what are you doing with a Duty squad, eh?”

“Pulled me out of trouble in Rostik. Interesting story, involving a Vortex, five zombies and a controller. Anyway, can we go through?”
“You can, but those duty boys can’t”

“Tell you what: You guys have a blindness attack for 30 seconds, I forget about the money you still owe me, and I throw in a Gravi artefact. Take it or leave it. No one else has to know.”

Vitaly cringed, before moving from squad member to squad member, talking to them, with a bit of head shaking and nodding, before he turned his attention back to Sage.

“Alright, 30 seconds once I finish talking. And if Duty isn’t hightailing it with their tail between their legs once times up, we start shooting, got it? Go.”

A Gravi artefact split four ways goes a fair bit. It’ll pay for some repairs to equipment, replacements or upgrades, and a small party at the Gulp of Freedom bar. Needless to say, when Vitaly said “Go.”, the duty squad was up and running for it. As Cheersov ran past, he yelled out “Thanks, I owe you one Sage”

“Nah, we’re even now, after that controller incident.” He yelled back
Vitaly watched the running Dutiers with disdain. “I hope this doesn’t come back to haunt me Sage”

“Whatever, you know what the Loners say: Alls good when Freedom’s north, Duty’s west, and the Bandits are trapped in the Valley. Anyways, I’ve wasted enough time yakking, and I’ve got to get to Cordon ASAP, or else Reaper will tear me a new asshole for being slow. Catch you guys later, and next time we meet, don’t go making massive bets like last time” Sage yelled over his shoulder as he started running in the direction of the Cordon.
  00:07:34  21 April 2010
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Thats good. Keep going.
  23:28:44  21 April 2010
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Chapter 5
The trip to the cordon was uneventful, and by the time he got to the old Loner base, he was out of breath, despite the Snowflake on his belt.

“Hi there stalker. What brings you here?”

Sage Looked up and saw a Loner wearing the usual Neutral Stalker suit, or a ‘Sunrise’ Suit, with an Akm 74/2U slung over his shoulder.

“I’m looking for... a stalker called Reaper.” he panted, still slightly tired, even though he could feel the energy from the Snowflake coursing through his body “Tall guy, wears a black Berril Suit, carries an Akaban with a grenade launcher... carries plenty of bandoliers of ammo and rifle grenades. Seen him?”

“Yeah, a stalker like that came buy a few hours ago. You Sage?”

“Yeah, that’s me”

“Well, this ‘Reaper’ guy told me to give you a message: Follow the road south, and you’ll find out where to go.”

“Helpful as always, Reaper is. Thanks for that.”

“No problem stalker, always willing to help out a fellow brother. Oh, and one more thing: The army has a checkpoint under the bridge, they killed our guys there not that long ago, so I recommend taking a detour, unless you want a bullet.”

“Nah I should be fine. I’m an expert shot compared to underpaid Ukrainian conscripts.”

Sage knew the entire Military outpost Officers staff, so unless there was a new one on duty, he shouldn’t have a problem. And if there was, there was a good chance one of the Sergeants who knew him would be there as well. Better to play it safe though. He advanced down the road in plain sight of the outpost, and the Military Soldiers manning it.

“Halt stalker. Stop and remove your helmet, then put your hands in the air, else we’ll shoot!”

Sage complied, removing his helmet before placing it on the ground next to him, before straitening back up. He could mutterings from the soldiers, although he couldn’t make out what was being said. He had a suspicion that he knew what was going on. He only hoped to hell he was right, else he was dog meat.

“Ok, stalker, you’re free to go. The Colonel wants to see you, and one of your buddies is already there, so don’t waste time, ok?”

Sage reached down and picked up his helmet and put it back on. “Hey Kamarov, nice to see you too. Glad you remember me.”

“Yeah, lucky bastard. I’m stuck here just a rifle shot away from them damn ‘Free Stalkers’. I’d rather be back at the base, not guarding some stupid collapsed bridge. Get moving Sage, I’m not in a good mood today. If you don’t, my gun may ‘accidental’ discharge in your direction.”

“Ok, I get the hint. See ya later.” Sage passed through the outpost, under the eye of the most of the soldiers. He drew level with the abandoned mill before resuming running. He pulled into the bus stop, and checked the supply crate there. Sure enough, there were a few items lying around. Some shotgun shells, 9x18 pistol rounds, a few cans of food, and some vodka. ‘Ah, good.’ he though as he grabbed one of the bottles of vodka. ‘I’ll stuff this into Kamarovs locker when I get there’. He dropped 100 ru into the crate, and closed the lid, before resuming running towards the Military outpost.

He hoped he wouldn't get there too late, as Reaper didn't like their plans being upset. It was understandable, as Reaper was ex-army, not Ukrainian though, he spoke with a slight accent. Sage was still trying to figure out what accent it was.
 
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