Post by Motown on Apr 1, 2002 0:21:48 GMT -5
Well, we didnt storm a car if thats what your thinkin....
Well, me and a few of the guys I used to play airsoft with, devised the most excellent plan to play in one of the most excellent locations. We suited up, slapped the cocking handles on our MP5's and did the drive down gratiot. We parked the van in some lot, off bates street I believe, grabbed our bags and got moving. Steam wisping from the manhole covers, much like a ghost upon the dark night sky. Underneath the people mover tracks, was our entry point. He slid the 4x8 piece of plywood over, and like a rat into its hole, the 8 of us were inside. In a scene reminiscent of ghostbusters, we went up the 30 some stories, to the top 2 floors, our playing area. My team started the floor below, the other got to hide in and around the area. With surgical precision, we cleared floor 28, and moved up the small service stairwell to the next floor. POP POP POP, our pointman took a full auto blast to the face, and reeled backwards "Suspect, SUSPECT" with a flurry of hand signals, and breaking down of doors, my team took cover. An exchange of gunfire left the suspect lying in a pool of red bb's. Continuing down the long hallway, ever so wary of the time, we made it 3/4 of the way around the floor, when we encounterd a "sniper" who had set up an ambush under some carpert (or asbestos, we dont know) Suprised, we retreated to the safety of the previous hallway, and tried to make our plan of attack. We used the old "helmet on a gun" trick to figure out where he was at. Once we pinpointed him, we unslinged our weapons, and layed a full auto curtain in that area. Again, the suspect went down. Upon reaching the stairwell, we had thought we had maybe missed a room, since we were only playin on the couple of floors. Well, upon opening the stairwell door, we found full mag, the same stairs that led to the penthouse/control room thing/and eventually the roof. Since the penthouse area smelled like cat piss, we went on to the control room/radio room. Throwing open the doors, we made a criss cross entry, encountering 2 more suspects, 1 from behind some heating pipes of somesort, and one behind a broken out TV. PING, PANG, the BB's riccocheted off the metal pipes and TV. We made the decision, the only one to be made, to make a deadly frontal assault ( there was no way to safely flank them ) We each (4 of us left) made a tactical reload, and got ready, 3.....2.....1.....POP POP POP POP POP a torrent rain of bb's in the 10 foot no mans land. The man to my left went down, and the man next to him. We had taken out the guy behind the pipe, but missed the guy behind the TV. He made a break for the ladder to roof. We pursued behind him, and up the ladder. In a scene reminiscent out of a movie, the sun gently showing itself admist the skyline of Detroit, and the HVAC equipement on the roof, my partner and I made a Line Abreast formation, which went into a leapfrog. We eventually came across the last remaining guy, proned out underneath a satellite dish. While on the roof, the rest of the guys had ran up to watch. My partner scurryed to each piece of equipment, as I covered, him, until the realized that his leg was sticking out. The guy under the dish made his move, and pumped his leg full of bb's, while I unloaded the remnants of my mag, hitting him in the upper torso. It almost being sunup, we knew we had to get the hell outta there, and flew down the ladder, and stairwell's like nobody's business. Threw the little rat hole, we sealed it up, and got back to the car. Well, the ride back was full of BS, and lingering smell of musty urninal.
That was the first and only time we played at the Cadillac Hotel Downtown, one of the best damn airsoft games I've played yet.
Well, me and a few of the guys I used to play airsoft with, devised the most excellent plan to play in one of the most excellent locations. We suited up, slapped the cocking handles on our MP5's and did the drive down gratiot. We parked the van in some lot, off bates street I believe, grabbed our bags and got moving. Steam wisping from the manhole covers, much like a ghost upon the dark night sky. Underneath the people mover tracks, was our entry point. He slid the 4x8 piece of plywood over, and like a rat into its hole, the 8 of us were inside. In a scene reminiscent of ghostbusters, we went up the 30 some stories, to the top 2 floors, our playing area. My team started the floor below, the other got to hide in and around the area. With surgical precision, we cleared floor 28, and moved up the small service stairwell to the next floor. POP POP POP, our pointman took a full auto blast to the face, and reeled backwards "Suspect, SUSPECT" with a flurry of hand signals, and breaking down of doors, my team took cover. An exchange of gunfire left the suspect lying in a pool of red bb's. Continuing down the long hallway, ever so wary of the time, we made it 3/4 of the way around the floor, when we encounterd a "sniper" who had set up an ambush under some carpert (or asbestos, we dont know) Suprised, we retreated to the safety of the previous hallway, and tried to make our plan of attack. We used the old "helmet on a gun" trick to figure out where he was at. Once we pinpointed him, we unslinged our weapons, and layed a full auto curtain in that area. Again, the suspect went down. Upon reaching the stairwell, we had thought we had maybe missed a room, since we were only playin on the couple of floors. Well, upon opening the stairwell door, we found full mag, the same stairs that led to the penthouse/control room thing/and eventually the roof. Since the penthouse area smelled like cat piss, we went on to the control room/radio room. Throwing open the doors, we made a criss cross entry, encountering 2 more suspects, 1 from behind some heating pipes of somesort, and one behind a broken out TV. PING, PANG, the BB's riccocheted off the metal pipes and TV. We made the decision, the only one to be made, to make a deadly frontal assault ( there was no way to safely flank them ) We each (4 of us left) made a tactical reload, and got ready, 3.....2.....1.....POP POP POP POP POP a torrent rain of bb's in the 10 foot no mans land. The man to my left went down, and the man next to him. We had taken out the guy behind the pipe, but missed the guy behind the TV. He made a break for the ladder to roof. We pursued behind him, and up the ladder. In a scene reminiscent out of a movie, the sun gently showing itself admist the skyline of Detroit, and the HVAC equipement on the roof, my partner and I made a Line Abreast formation, which went into a leapfrog. We eventually came across the last remaining guy, proned out underneath a satellite dish. While on the roof, the rest of the guys had ran up to watch. My partner scurryed to each piece of equipment, as I covered, him, until the realized that his leg was sticking out. The guy under the dish made his move, and pumped his leg full of bb's, while I unloaded the remnants of my mag, hitting him in the upper torso. It almost being sunup, we knew we had to get the hell outta there, and flew down the ladder, and stairwell's like nobody's business. Threw the little rat hole, we sealed it up, and got back to the car. Well, the ride back was full of BS, and lingering smell of musty urninal.
That was the first and only time we played at the Cadillac Hotel Downtown, one of the best damn airsoft games I've played yet.
I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable playing in places where you don't have the ownres permission, and you have to sneak in and risk being molested by a drunken bum. Not my idea of fun...