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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4576405" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Jack Frost: Part 8 – Examining the Lake</strong></p><p></p><p>The most immediately striking feature of Crow Lake was the presence of the Crow Lake Mounds, just off-shore. These five mounds were arranged in a pentagram, each of them about twelve feet tall and thirty feet in diameter, covered in the same thick, rough grass as the rest of the ground nearby. </p><p></p><p>Howell pushed her glasses up her nose. Her skin was red and raw from the flash-freezing she suffered, but she had recovered well. “Fascinating.” She tapped some keys on her cistron. </p><p></p><p>“Indian mounds,” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Howell shook her head. “According to newspaper reports, these mounds were built in the twentieth century, by Hiram Bates. Bates claimed he felt the touch of the "spirits" of the Shrine. He became fixated on the notion that by building a mound would somehow placate the ghosts or spirits that haunted him. When the dreams did not cease after he built the first mound, he went to work on the next one. When five mounds were built, he lost all hope; there’s a brief news report of his suicide.”</p><p></p><p>“I thought they did an aerial survey of the Lake already?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Bimmel’s team?” Howell snorted. “Aerial surveys noted the pentagonal arrangement of the mounds, indicating intelligent construction, but they’re not interested in archaeology. Bimmel’s too busy taking broad surveys of the area and examining the corpses.”</p><p></p><p>“Got any equipment in the Humvee we can use to explore the lake?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Howell nodded. “I have a fish finder. It’s not much, but when you told me to stow equipment to explore the lake I thought it might come in handy. I also brought along a submersible camera…”</p><p></p><p>“We’re going to have to go out on the ice,” said Hammer with a frown.</p><p></p><p>“I brought an ice tent and drill,” said Howell. “And two wet suits.”</p><p></p><p>“Good girl,” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Howell blushed. “I’ll go get the equipment.”</p><p></p><p>They propped up the tent and drilled a hole in the frozen lake. The sonar detector revealed that the Lake was surprisingly deep, nearly seventy feet in some places, except for one obvious, anomalous, feature: near the shore, close to the five mounds, the lake floor rose steeply to a wide hill, some fifty feet tall and two hundred feet across. The water was only twenty feet deep over the hill; and, buried less than ten feet from its top, was a large, twisted conglomeration of metal and crystal. </p><p></p><p>Howell dropped the remote camera into the hole. The metal structure at the top of the hill had an odd spherical opening to it. Two hand indentations were on the opening.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like a way in,” said Jim-Bean. He started gearing up the wetsuit. “Coming?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer shook his head. “Oh no. Black men don’t swim.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” Jim-Bean snapped the diving goggles on. “Seriously? I could use your help.”</p><p></p><p>“There’s no reason for two of us to go down there,” said Hammer. “Seriously.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tucked the thermite grenades into a waterproof satchel, strapped his pistol and knife to one leg, and pulled the breathing mask over his mouth. Then he dropped into the hole.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean put his hands on the indentations. They weren’t human hands – there were two few fingers in each indentation. </p><p></p><p>“This is Sprague,” came Sprague’s voice over their comms. “Tucker’s en route to your location.”</p><p></p><p>“Great,” said Jim-Bean. He twisted the two handholds and the lid shrieked open. Inside was an air bubble.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like there’s air in here!” said Jim-Bean. “Come on down!”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not going down there,” said Hammer. “You’re doing just fine.”</p><p></p><p>“Be careful Jim-Bean!” said Howell.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure Hammer will be forced to come after me once the screaming starts…” Then Jim-Bean plunged into the stale air.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4576405, member: 3285"] [b]Jack Frost: Part 8 – Examining the Lake[/b] The most immediately striking feature of Crow Lake was the presence of the Crow Lake Mounds, just off-shore. These five mounds were arranged in a pentagram, each of them about twelve feet tall and thirty feet in diameter, covered in the same thick, rough grass as the rest of the ground nearby. Howell pushed her glasses up her nose. Her skin was red and raw from the flash-freezing she suffered, but she had recovered well. “Fascinating.” She tapped some keys on her cistron. “Indian mounds,” said Jim-Bean. Howell shook her head. “According to newspaper reports, these mounds were built in the twentieth century, by Hiram Bates. Bates claimed he felt the touch of the "spirits" of the Shrine. He became fixated on the notion that by building a mound would somehow placate the ghosts or spirits that haunted him. When the dreams did not cease after he built the first mound, he went to work on the next one. When five mounds were built, he lost all hope; there’s a brief news report of his suicide.” “I thought they did an aerial survey of the Lake already?” asked Hammer. “Bimmel’s team?” Howell snorted. “Aerial surveys noted the pentagonal arrangement of the mounds, indicating intelligent construction, but they’re not interested in archaeology. Bimmel’s too busy taking broad surveys of the area and examining the corpses.” “Got any equipment in the Humvee we can use to explore the lake?” asked Jim-Bean. Howell nodded. “I have a fish finder. It’s not much, but when you told me to stow equipment to explore the lake I thought it might come in handy. I also brought along a submersible camera…” “We’re going to have to go out on the ice,” said Hammer with a frown. “I brought an ice tent and drill,” said Howell. “And two wet suits.” “Good girl,” said Jim-Bean. Howell blushed. “I’ll go get the equipment.” They propped up the tent and drilled a hole in the frozen lake. The sonar detector revealed that the Lake was surprisingly deep, nearly seventy feet in some places, except for one obvious, anomalous, feature: near the shore, close to the five mounds, the lake floor rose steeply to a wide hill, some fifty feet tall and two hundred feet across. The water was only twenty feet deep over the hill; and, buried less than ten feet from its top, was a large, twisted conglomeration of metal and crystal. Howell dropped the remote camera into the hole. The metal structure at the top of the hill had an odd spherical opening to it. Two hand indentations were on the opening. “Looks like a way in,” said Jim-Bean. He started gearing up the wetsuit. “Coming?” Hammer shook his head. “Oh no. Black men don’t swim.” “What?” Jim-Bean snapped the diving goggles on. “Seriously? I could use your help.” “There’s no reason for two of us to go down there,” said Hammer. “Seriously.” Jim-Bean shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tucked the thermite grenades into a waterproof satchel, strapped his pistol and knife to one leg, and pulled the breathing mask over his mouth. Then he dropped into the hole. Jim-Bean put his hands on the indentations. They weren’t human hands – there were two few fingers in each indentation. “This is Sprague,” came Sprague’s voice over their comms. “Tucker’s en route to your location.” “Great,” said Jim-Bean. He twisted the two handholds and the lid shrieked open. Inside was an air bubble. “Looks like there’s air in here!” said Jim-Bean. “Come on down!” “I’m not going down there,” said Hammer. “You’re doing just fine.” “Be careful Jim-Bean!” said Howell. “Don’t worry darling, I’m sure Hammer will be forced to come after me once the screaming starts…” Then Jim-Bean plunged into the stale air. [/QUOTE]
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