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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4554654" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cold War: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>WILLIS, AL—Alabama had never seen a snowstorm like this. October in Alabama was usually mild, but for hours it had been a virtual whiteout. The snow was at least fifteen inches deep on the highway, and the weather showed no signs of breaking. </p><p></p><p>“Ko’s got to be here,” said Hammer, scanning the other patrons at the entered the small interstate rest stop. “His limo was abandoned a few miles back.”</p><p></p><p>“Ko’s not exactly hard to find,” said Jim-Bean. He walked over to the counter, ordered some tea from the attractive waitress who ran the donut shop, and took out a cigarette. He seemed much less inclined to look for Ko than he was to warm up.</p><p></p><p>“Just look for a cat,” added Archive. His left pinky was bandaged up. </p><p></p><p>It was close to midnight. Patrons were waiting for the plows to come through so that they could get back on the road. Of the staff, there was also a stern-looking woman running the register at the convenience store, and a teenage kid with long hair and an apron who handled the short-order cooking. </p><p></p><p>Hammer sat down next to Jim-Bean. At one booth was a long-haired college student with John Lennon glasses, an Army jacket, doodling in a sketchbook filled with Gigeresque drawings. Two executive types, one in a good suit and conservative overcoat, the other overweight and wearing a garish power tie, were huddled in another booth. Sitting by himself and staring out at the snow was a bookish man in a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe. Another man with thick silver hair and keen, dark eyes walked towards the rest room. None of them matched the description of Ko. </p><p></p><p>Archive joined them. “My guess is that Ko’s guardian was trying to cover their tracks. Maybe it can shapeshift into a person…” The limo driver’s body was found in the front seat, the corpse bloated from repeated poisonous bites. </p><p></p><p>“As if we weren’t paranoid enough—” began Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>The lights flickered.</p><p></p><p> “Oh great,” muttered the counter waitress—and then the lights went out altogether. Somewhere on the other side of the rest stop a door slammed open, followed by a vicious blast of freezing cold air that somehow found it way over to where they sat. The wind howled like something alive, scratching and clawing with an icy grasp.</p><p></p><p>There was an awful racket from the direction of the rest rooms—violent blows, choking cries, breaking glass, and finally one more high-pitched scream that made blood run cold.</p><p></p><p>The wind howled again and more doors slam…and then the room became still, except for the distant whistling of the storm outside. Emergency lights flickered on.</p><p></p><p>“What in heaven was that?” said the waitress.</p><p></p><p>Hammer almost drew his Glocks, but remembered such a gesture might not be well-received in a rest stop. HE flashed his badge instead. “We’ll check it out.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4554654, member: 3285"] [b]Cold War: Prologue[/b] WILLIS, AL—Alabama had never seen a snowstorm like this. October in Alabama was usually mild, but for hours it had been a virtual whiteout. The snow was at least fifteen inches deep on the highway, and the weather showed no signs of breaking. “Ko’s got to be here,” said Hammer, scanning the other patrons at the entered the small interstate rest stop. “His limo was abandoned a few miles back.” “Ko’s not exactly hard to find,” said Jim-Bean. He walked over to the counter, ordered some tea from the attractive waitress who ran the donut shop, and took out a cigarette. He seemed much less inclined to look for Ko than he was to warm up. “Just look for a cat,” added Archive. His left pinky was bandaged up. It was close to midnight. Patrons were waiting for the plows to come through so that they could get back on the road. Of the staff, there was also a stern-looking woman running the register at the convenience store, and a teenage kid with long hair and an apron who handled the short-order cooking. Hammer sat down next to Jim-Bean. At one booth was a long-haired college student with John Lennon glasses, an Army jacket, doodling in a sketchbook filled with Gigeresque drawings. Two executive types, one in a good suit and conservative overcoat, the other overweight and wearing a garish power tie, were huddled in another booth. Sitting by himself and staring out at the snow was a bookish man in a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe. Another man with thick silver hair and keen, dark eyes walked towards the rest room. None of them matched the description of Ko. Archive joined them. “My guess is that Ko’s guardian was trying to cover their tracks. Maybe it can shapeshift into a person…” The limo driver’s body was found in the front seat, the corpse bloated from repeated poisonous bites. “As if we weren’t paranoid enough—” began Jim-Bean. The lights flickered. “Oh great,” muttered the counter waitress—and then the lights went out altogether. Somewhere on the other side of the rest stop a door slammed open, followed by a vicious blast of freezing cold air that somehow found it way over to where they sat. The wind howled like something alive, scratching and clawing with an icy grasp. There was an awful racket from the direction of the rest rooms—violent blows, choking cries, breaking glass, and finally one more high-pitched scream that made blood run cold. The wind howled again and more doors slam…and then the room became still, except for the distant whistling of the storm outside. Emergency lights flickered on. “What in heaven was that?” said the waitress. Hammer almost drew his Glocks, but remembered such a gesture might not be well-received in a rest stop. HE flashed his badge instead. “We’ll check it out.” [/QUOTE]
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