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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4570193" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Jack Frost: Part 4 – The First Night</strong></p><p></p><p>Hammer pulled a Humvee around. The base ran round the clock. </p><p></p><p>The night air in Willis was wet and as cold as the ice that pierced cloth and flesh. The air billowed in sporadic bursts of painful wind and snow, driving the cold deeper into blood and marrow. The stars shone brilliantly in the indigo canopy overhead; as the storm subsided, Orion stalked at a strange angle among the constellations of winter. </p><p></p><p>Hammer pulled up to the remains of the rest stop. The entire area was cordoned off. The blackened husk of the donut shop was all that was left. A blackened crater replaced the gas station.</p><p></p><p>“There,” said Jim-Bean, pointing to the huge mound of snow the Gnoph-keh had built. “That’s the epicenter.”</p><p></p><p>“Really?” Howell tapped her own cistron. “That idiot Bimmel should have guessed this, but they’re so obsessed with finding an alien craft…”</p><p></p><p>“So you don’t think it’s an alien craft?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“I think the alien craft is probably buried right here,” said Howell. “I bet we can get a view of the entire area from here. This probably acted as a sort of antenna…” She began climbing the slope.</p><p></p><p>Hammer rubbed his forehead. Sprague’s behavior was starting to make sense: the revocation of Archive’s involvement in cases, the change in focus from cult investigation to alien and terrorist threats. Majestic-12 was crawling with skeptics who believed in their own brand of the paranormal—the kind that came from the stars. Any evidence that didn’t fit into that world view was either ignored or justified to fit it.</p><p></p><p>“Coming?” asked Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>Hammer shook his head. “No thanks. I’ll stay in the car where it’s warm.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean followed Howell up the slope. He looked around after the long climb.</p><p></p><p>“Wow, you’re right,” he said. “It is a beautiful view.” Jim-Bean took out a cigarette and lit it.</p><p></p><p>He tried to spark the lighter several times with no luck.</p><p></p><p>Howell brought a mini-acetylene torch to Jim-Bean’s cigarette and lit it for him.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean grinned at her. “You know with a pixie haircut and a bit of makeup you wouldn’t be half--” </p><p></p><p>He was cut off by a terrible howling: it wavered across the earth from some point unutterably far above, deeper and more mournful than the wind or any animal of the wild, undulating slowly over endless minutes. </p><p></p><p>A moment of silence gripped the air, and then the howling begins again, filling the night. The air grew colder, achingly cold. </p><p></p><p>“Look!” shouted Howell.</p><p></p><p>Over the nearby Crow Lake overnight, hypnotic, shimmering lights appeared among the painfully frigid winds overhead. Within the drifting pastel lights black eyes stared, boundless, mournful, inhuman, hungry. </p><p></p><p>A paroxysm of terrible cold engulfed Howell and Jim-Bean, suddenly enmeshing in a thin and wispy layer of snowy ice. </p><p></p><p>Howell collapsed, shivering. Her skin cracked and she collapsed. “I can’t see!” she shrieked through chapped lips.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean, also covered in ice, shook free from the effect and flakes of skin and ice shed from him like dandruff. </p><p></p><p>Howell, curled in a ball, starting shivering uncontrollably. </p><p></p><p>“Easy,” said Jim-Bean, quickly recovering. He hugged Howell to him, trying to keep her warm. “Hammer! Get up here!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4570193, member: 3285"] [b]Jack Frost: Part 4 – The First Night[/b] Hammer pulled a Humvee around. The base ran round the clock. The night air in Willis was wet and as cold as the ice that pierced cloth and flesh. The air billowed in sporadic bursts of painful wind and snow, driving the cold deeper into blood and marrow. The stars shone brilliantly in the indigo canopy overhead; as the storm subsided, Orion stalked at a strange angle among the constellations of winter. Hammer pulled up to the remains of the rest stop. The entire area was cordoned off. The blackened husk of the donut shop was all that was left. A blackened crater replaced the gas station. “There,” said Jim-Bean, pointing to the huge mound of snow the Gnoph-keh had built. “That’s the epicenter.” “Really?” Howell tapped her own cistron. “That idiot Bimmel should have guessed this, but they’re so obsessed with finding an alien craft…” “So you don’t think it’s an alien craft?” asked Hammer. “I think the alien craft is probably buried right here,” said Howell. “I bet we can get a view of the entire area from here. This probably acted as a sort of antenna…” She began climbing the slope. Hammer rubbed his forehead. Sprague’s behavior was starting to make sense: the revocation of Archive’s involvement in cases, the change in focus from cult investigation to alien and terrorist threats. Majestic-12 was crawling with skeptics who believed in their own brand of the paranormal—the kind that came from the stars. Any evidence that didn’t fit into that world view was either ignored or justified to fit it. “Coming?” asked Jim-Bean. Hammer shook his head. “No thanks. I’ll stay in the car where it’s warm.” Jim-Bean followed Howell up the slope. He looked around after the long climb. “Wow, you’re right,” he said. “It is a beautiful view.” Jim-Bean took out a cigarette and lit it. He tried to spark the lighter several times with no luck. Howell brought a mini-acetylene torch to Jim-Bean’s cigarette and lit it for him. Jim-Bean grinned at her. “You know with a pixie haircut and a bit of makeup you wouldn’t be half--” He was cut off by a terrible howling: it wavered across the earth from some point unutterably far above, deeper and more mournful than the wind or any animal of the wild, undulating slowly over endless minutes. A moment of silence gripped the air, and then the howling begins again, filling the night. The air grew colder, achingly cold. “Look!” shouted Howell. Over the nearby Crow Lake overnight, hypnotic, shimmering lights appeared among the painfully frigid winds overhead. Within the drifting pastel lights black eyes stared, boundless, mournful, inhuman, hungry. A paroxysm of terrible cold engulfed Howell and Jim-Bean, suddenly enmeshing in a thin and wispy layer of snowy ice. Howell collapsed, shivering. Her skin cracked and she collapsed. “I can’t see!” she shrieked through chapped lips. Jim-Bean, also covered in ice, shook free from the effect and flakes of skin and ice shed from him like dandruff. Howell, curled in a ball, starting shivering uncontrollably. “Easy,” said Jim-Bean, quickly recovering. He hugged Howell to him, trying to keep her warm. “Hammer! Get up here!” [/QUOTE]
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