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<blockquote data-quote="Veldran" data-source="post: 3697304" data-attributes="member: 28348"><p>Tales from the Wastelands, Part 3</p><p></p><p>The group of robed men moved quickly through the dark tunnels, lit sparsely by electric lights. Beneath the city it was always quiet; their footsteps echoed through the tunnels as they passed by multiple doors and other tunnel branches. Finally they emerged from the deep tunnels into a large, circular room with multiple doors branching off. </p><p></p><p>The leader, the only one of the robed men to carry no weapons paused and frowned at one of the doors. He remember the recent attack on this very place, one of the holiest in the world. He began to grow angry as he thought of the traitor that had lead the interlopers here. One day, Rorsach would be found and he would pay with his life . . . but not until he revealed who he had lead here and where they had taken the disks. </p><p></p><p>He shock off his dark thoughts as he turned towards another doorway. He motioned for his guards to wait outside and then keyed in the entry code for the door. With a hiss it snapped open, revealing the room beyond. The leader walked in with two of his followers close behind, the door shutting automatically behind them, and checked to make sure that nothing had happened here. </p><p></p><p>*** </p><p></p><p>Phil waited despondently in his cell. He knew his time was almost up. He had as his comrades had been slowly tortured and killed by the mutant scum. They had been captured while out on patrol months ago. He looked as the door opened and the one that called himself the prelate entered. Phil was almost relieved when the prelate announced that his time had come. He no longer had any hope of being saved or of managing to escape. Death would be a relief, though likely a long time in coming. </p><p></p><p>The prelate motioned for his acolytes to bring Phil. He tried to prepare himself to fight but both energy and spirit had long since been gone. He struggled only feebly as he was dragged to a table and strapped down. The prelate approached with a hypodermic needle filled with a green liquid that glowed recently. With a quick stab, the needle was deep inside Phil and his veins were set on fire. </p><p></p><p>As he screamed the acolytes dragged him to one of the numeros tanks in the rooms. They dropped him in from the top and then sealed the tank. A machine began to rumble and then a tube connected to the tank began to pour a foul liquid inside. Phil still felt as though he was on fire, and the liquid did nothing to help. His screams were finally cut off when the liquid filled his lungs. </p><p></p><p>*** </p><p></p><p>The leader knew it was a sign, a miracle that had come to help in the aftermath of the intrusion into the temple. This, his last subject, looked as though it would be a success. At least, as much of a success as he could hope for. He entered the inner chamber once more, accompanied by his followers with his guards waiting outside. </p><p></p><p>The creature filled the tank, its muscles pressed against the glass. It would no longer fit inside and it was to be released today. He glanced at the other tanks in the rooms and at the pitiful corpses that floated within. With the secret he had found the whole world would soon know the one truth and embrace the cause. </p><p></p><p>A sudden crack drew the leader's attention back to the first tank just in time to see it shatter and a wave of serum flood into the room. He was dimly aware of a roaring noise as the creature lurched into the room, charging towards him. With one might swipe, it threw the leader into the wall where he tumbeld to the ground in a lifeless heap.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Veldran, post: 3697304, member: 28348"] Tales from the Wastelands, Part 3 The group of robed men moved quickly through the dark tunnels, lit sparsely by electric lights. Beneath the city it was always quiet; their footsteps echoed through the tunnels as they passed by multiple doors and other tunnel branches. Finally they emerged from the deep tunnels into a large, circular room with multiple doors branching off. The leader, the only one of the robed men to carry no weapons paused and frowned at one of the doors. He remember the recent attack on this very place, one of the holiest in the world. He began to grow angry as he thought of the traitor that had lead the interlopers here. One day, Rorsach would be found and he would pay with his life . . . but not until he revealed who he had lead here and where they had taken the disks. He shock off his dark thoughts as he turned towards another doorway. He motioned for his guards to wait outside and then keyed in the entry code for the door. With a hiss it snapped open, revealing the room beyond. The leader walked in with two of his followers close behind, the door shutting automatically behind them, and checked to make sure that nothing had happened here. *** Phil waited despondently in his cell. He knew his time was almost up. He had as his comrades had been slowly tortured and killed by the mutant scum. They had been captured while out on patrol months ago. He looked as the door opened and the one that called himself the prelate entered. Phil was almost relieved when the prelate announced that his time had come. He no longer had any hope of being saved or of managing to escape. Death would be a relief, though likely a long time in coming. The prelate motioned for his acolytes to bring Phil. He tried to prepare himself to fight but both energy and spirit had long since been gone. He struggled only feebly as he was dragged to a table and strapped down. The prelate approached with a hypodermic needle filled with a green liquid that glowed recently. With a quick stab, the needle was deep inside Phil and his veins were set on fire. As he screamed the acolytes dragged him to one of the numeros tanks in the rooms. They dropped him in from the top and then sealed the tank. A machine began to rumble and then a tube connected to the tank began to pour a foul liquid inside. Phil still felt as though he was on fire, and the liquid did nothing to help. His screams were finally cut off when the liquid filled his lungs. *** The leader knew it was a sign, a miracle that had come to help in the aftermath of the intrusion into the temple. This, his last subject, looked as though it would be a success. At least, as much of a success as he could hope for. He entered the inner chamber once more, accompanied by his followers with his guards waiting outside. The creature filled the tank, its muscles pressed against the glass. It would no longer fit inside and it was to be released today. He glanced at the other tanks in the rooms and at the pitiful corpses that floated within. With the secret he had found the whole world would soon know the one truth and embrace the cause. A sudden crack drew the leader's attention back to the first tank just in time to see it shatter and a wave of serum flood into the room. He was dimly aware of a roaring noise as the creature lurched into the room, charging towards him. With one might swipe, it threw the leader into the wall where he tumbeld to the ground in a lifeless heap. [/QUOTE]
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