USCMRPG

Looking at the cultist running towards green, Jacob stood up and sparked his zippo lighter before slinging at the head of the cultist as hard as possible, (it's essentially a solid hunk of metal with a wind proof flame at the end) ...then he finished reloading his rifle, firing into the fray again (...

Laughing, Jacob replied "sounds like a date, not...a date date....an arrangement - you get the idea" Grinning, he looked back at the door "Where the fuck are these cultists, the waiting is killing me more than they will, touch wood" and he knocked his fist against his head for luck.

Looking hurt Jacob stared at Ronald for a few seconds, then took one immense drag on his cigarette and put it out, leaving it unlit in his mouth. He blew the smoke as far away as possible from Green and concentrated on aiming again. Green didn't think he was going to say anything - and when he had r...

Grinning, Jacob went and took up position, aiming at the stairwell, he had rolled a cigarette which lay unlit in his mouth, and he smoothly lit it before the cultists came...


(OOC: Sorry, been on holiday for 5 days)

"Last thing I need is to be shot by my own team mates, and last thing I need on my head is the death of a marine...so cautious cautious, right?" Asked Jacob. He couldn't quite understand what was so bad about executing enemies, so they were no longer a threat, saving ammo and...well...he liked smily...

Looking at these marines, Jacob started picking through them, searching each of them briefly and checking to see if there were any survivors or people playing possum, waiting to plug any of the squad when they were unsuspecting...each cultist with a trace of life, he slit their throat with a knife a...

Taking a break from shooting, Jacob tossed a fresh ammo clip over to Ronald , "Don't forget, 250 bullets isn't a lot to that gun when fired like that" he yelled, resuming his own firing, short controlled bursts...

"Pick my own targets sir? Thankyou" Laughed Jacob, he started firing a small burst at the head and upper torso of every cultist that got too close to any of the marines so they could bring their knives into play.

"shit shit shit shit shit" muttered Jacob to himself under his breath as bullets whipped past...while they were bullets and obviously quite deadly, he noticed they weren't being shot by professionals - it was too wild for that. Liking the odds a little more, Jacob leant out from his cover and starte...

Grinning, Jacob lay in cover - training his sights on where he imagined average head level would be when the doors opened "Don't forget sir. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread" Grinning at what he thought to be sage like wisdom, he slowed his breathing so he didn't move his gun as much...accur...

Placing a grenade into the grenade launcher section of his rifle, Jacob launched the grenade under the gate, angling it so hopefully it would travel not too far at all, about 10 meters into whatever was behind this gate. Then he moved back to a place of cover and trained his gun on the gate, waiting...

Smiling disarmingly Jacob looked at Steel "You said make sure he was dead, sir"

"Anyway, Sir! Nothing much on the body...scrap of paper with some numbers on, gun's Militech - nothing special - but not too shoddy either...

"Do it for minuteman? I'd rather not! As far as I'm concerned the less time I'm in live fire the less chance there is of me dying. Don't get me wrong Green, I love the job - I just prefer it if I'm not getting killed, and that's already happened nearly twice this mission and we haven't left the stre...

(OOC: I'm assuming the GM will post what (if anything) I discover) "Make sure he's dead? If you insist." Jacob unsheathed his combat knife and drew it swiftly across the cultist's throat. Wiping the blood on his trousers, he went to the keypad...stopped and went back and dipped his index finger in t...

"Chew it? If I wanted to chew I'd have bought chewing tobacco!" Laughing at the suggestion, Jacob then looked at the keypad as if it were some sort of arcane device..."I guess we could just...push a few buttons? See what happens?" Musing on this for a while, Jacob then went and picked up the dropped...