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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4557668" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cold War: Part 2 – Who Goes There?</strong></p><p></p><p>The wind howled outside and the snow continued to fall. The building was dark and cold, with icy gusts reaching into every corner of the structure. The woman running the donut shop had lit a couple of gas lanterns in her corner of the rest stop, but it was still dim and shadowy.</p><p></p><p>Hammer fiddled with his cistron but to no avail. “Cistrons aren’t getting any reception. I’m going outside to get the heavy artillery out of the car,” said Hammer. “Keep an eye on the rest of these people.” </p><p></p><p>The wind screamed and raged all around as Hammer stumbled out into the snow. It was surprisingly deep, almost to his knees. He couldn’t see much with the snow whipping past his eyes. </p><p></p><p>Abruptly, the blowing snow, illuminated occasionally by the flickering parking lot lamps, suddenly turned a blinding white.</p><p></p><p>One by one, the headlights of cars came on. Over the moaning of the storm, a cacophony of horns and car alarms went off all at once. Somewhere nearby, glass broke.</p><p></p><p>Hammer ducked behind one of the cars. He could barely make out humanoid figures, dressed in white, stalking from car to car. It was the White Shadows, the enforcers of Tong Shugoran. He guessed they had been sent to retrieve Ko.</p><p></p><p>A crossbow bolt whistled through the air, but it went wide, spearing into the car near his head. Even with the wind blowing, the terrific force of the crossbow bolt was enough to embed it in the car door. </p><p></p><p>Hammer drew his Glocks and fired a spray of bullets in the direction the bolt came from. More glass shattered and someone swore in Vietnamese. </p><p></p><p>Hammer backed up. Getting to the car was looking less and less likely. For a second he wished they had taken the van instead…</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, the car horns and alarms fell silent.</p><p></p><p>Hammer peered over the hood of the car. Nothing. </p><p></p><p>He had counted six Shadows. They had to be somewhere…</p><p></p><p>A white figure blurred to his left. Hammer turned, blasting the snow with his Glocks. He had hit his target, he was positive, but the White Shadows were high on something – maybe Blink – and even a direct hit couldn’t drop one. The figure was gone, leaving only a few drops of red.</p><p></p><p>There was more furtive movement behind him. Hammer whirled and fired again, missing this time but destroying the windshield of a car. </p><p></p><p>He sensed a presence overhead. Hammer slowly turned around to face his opponent.</p><p></p><p>Standing on the car was one of the White Shadows. On the rooftops of other cars all above him stood the other five. They had outflanked him by giving him a few decoys to shoot at. One of them was spattered with red marks, but if the man felt pain there was no way to tell. They all wore featureless masks.</p><p></p><p>The head Tcho-tcho raised his crossbow and took careful aim at Hammer’s forehead. Hammer lowered his pistols. </p><p></p><p>Despite the poor visibility and biting cold, Hammer felt an even greater cold approaching. And then two points of fiery red, sinister eyes burned into his soul, floating above the leader of the White Shadows.</p><p></p><p>The Shadow was lifted up and away, shrieking and struggling. A titanic pile of fur and claws reared up, impaling the tcho-tcho on its horn. Its head was like a cross between a bear and rhinoceros and its massive claws were everywhere. </p><p></p><p>It smashed a White Shadow with each of its paws down into the hood of the cars, like a child swatting an ant. They didn’t get up.</p><p></p><p>The thing bellowed. The White Shadows blurred into action, drawing their swords and slashing at the thing.</p><p></p><p>Hammer made it to the car and grabbed Jim-Bean's duffel bag. He backpedaled to the donut shop.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is that?” asked the kid with the long hair.</p><p> </p><p>“I don’t know." Hammer dropped the duffel bag at Jim-Bean's feet. “But whatever it is, it’s weird and pissed off.”</p><p></p><p>Archive, who was intently scanning the papers in Zelazny’s briefcase, looked up. “That’d be a gnoph-keh. I believe we’re dealing with a cult of Ithaqua.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean continued to sip his coffee. “So that’s not the centipede thing?”</p><p></p><p>“Much worse,” said Archive.</p><p></p><p>“It gets worse?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Just then, an orange glow illuminated the dark lobby and the smell of burning gas wafted over to them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4557668, member: 3285"] [b]Cold War: Part 2 – Who Goes There?[/b] The wind howled outside and the snow continued to fall. The building was dark and cold, with icy gusts reaching into every corner of the structure. The woman running the donut shop had lit a couple of gas lanterns in her corner of the rest stop, but it was still dim and shadowy. Hammer fiddled with his cistron but to no avail. “Cistrons aren’t getting any reception. I’m going outside to get the heavy artillery out of the car,” said Hammer. “Keep an eye on the rest of these people.” The wind screamed and raged all around as Hammer stumbled out into the snow. It was surprisingly deep, almost to his knees. He couldn’t see much with the snow whipping past his eyes. Abruptly, the blowing snow, illuminated occasionally by the flickering parking lot lamps, suddenly turned a blinding white. One by one, the headlights of cars came on. Over the moaning of the storm, a cacophony of horns and car alarms went off all at once. Somewhere nearby, glass broke. Hammer ducked behind one of the cars. He could barely make out humanoid figures, dressed in white, stalking from car to car. It was the White Shadows, the enforcers of Tong Shugoran. He guessed they had been sent to retrieve Ko. A crossbow bolt whistled through the air, but it went wide, spearing into the car near his head. Even with the wind blowing, the terrific force of the crossbow bolt was enough to embed it in the car door. Hammer drew his Glocks and fired a spray of bullets in the direction the bolt came from. More glass shattered and someone swore in Vietnamese. Hammer backed up. Getting to the car was looking less and less likely. For a second he wished they had taken the van instead… Suddenly, the car horns and alarms fell silent. Hammer peered over the hood of the car. Nothing. He had counted six Shadows. They had to be somewhere… A white figure blurred to his left. Hammer turned, blasting the snow with his Glocks. He had hit his target, he was positive, but the White Shadows were high on something – maybe Blink – and even a direct hit couldn’t drop one. The figure was gone, leaving only a few drops of red. There was more furtive movement behind him. Hammer whirled and fired again, missing this time but destroying the windshield of a car. He sensed a presence overhead. Hammer slowly turned around to face his opponent. Standing on the car was one of the White Shadows. On the rooftops of other cars all above him stood the other five. They had outflanked him by giving him a few decoys to shoot at. One of them was spattered with red marks, but if the man felt pain there was no way to tell. They all wore featureless masks. The head Tcho-tcho raised his crossbow and took careful aim at Hammer’s forehead. Hammer lowered his pistols. Despite the poor visibility and biting cold, Hammer felt an even greater cold approaching. And then two points of fiery red, sinister eyes burned into his soul, floating above the leader of the White Shadows. The Shadow was lifted up and away, shrieking and struggling. A titanic pile of fur and claws reared up, impaling the tcho-tcho on its horn. Its head was like a cross between a bear and rhinoceros and its massive claws were everywhere. It smashed a White Shadow with each of its paws down into the hood of the cars, like a child swatting an ant. They didn’t get up. The thing bellowed. The White Shadows blurred into action, drawing their swords and slashing at the thing. Hammer made it to the car and grabbed Jim-Bean's duffel bag. He backpedaled to the donut shop. “What the hell is that?” asked the kid with the long hair. “I don’t know." Hammer dropped the duffel bag at Jim-Bean's feet. “But whatever it is, it’s weird and pissed off.” Archive, who was intently scanning the papers in Zelazny’s briefcase, looked up. “That’d be a gnoph-keh. I believe we’re dealing with a cult of Ithaqua.” Jim-Bean continued to sip his coffee. “So that’s not the centipede thing?” “Much worse,” said Archive. “It gets worse?” asked Hammer. Just then, an orange glow illuminated the dark lobby and the smell of burning gas wafted over to them. [/QUOTE]
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