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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4935915" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>God Shall Tread: Part 5 – Have You Seen My Red Stapler?</strong></p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean entered the facility and made a beeline straight for the warehouse. There were no less than three checkpoints, each requiring him to be scanned. He waited impatiently as each airlock closed and another opened, following a long line of similarly dressed people. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean finally made into the warehouse from within the building, entering from the far side. Hopefully he wouldn't bump into the same foreman…</p><p></p><p>The room that surrounded the elevators was large, about the size of a school gym, but had a low ceiling. Stored materials took much of the room up. A constant contingent of three Brownshirts waited, monitoring traffic. </p><p></p><p>"I need to track a package," he asked the nearest employee. </p><p></p><p>"Number please?" asked the polite woman with a blond ponytail. She had a portable scanner with her. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean recited the number stamped on the side of Hammer's box.</p><p></p><p>The administrator tapped a few keys. "Oh. Yes, that's on the freight elevator. According to tracking it's on Level Two."</p><p></p><p>"Great, thanks!" </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean moved as quickly as he could without attracting too much attention. He was on a large warehouse-like level that was sparsely manned. He had to go back out into the corridor and take the personnel elevator down to Level Two. </p><p></p><p>He huffed and puffed his way into the storage room on Level Two. </p><p></p><p>Various methane powered front-loaders moved large boxes to storage bays, some stacked as high as twenty feet. </p><p></p><p>The equipment was more and bigger versions of everything discovered above, as well as crate upon crate. Jim-Bean got a look at some of the labels: M-16A2 assault rifles, anti-tank weaponry, plastic explosives, dynamite, a generator the size of a VW bug, high-tech radio equipment, a 23" telescope disassembled into pieces, an entire military grade field hospital broken down into twelve crates, and more. But there was no sign of Hammer's crate. </p><p></p><p>"I'm looking for this crate." He was handed the sheet of paper to another clerk.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, yeah. Did they send you down here?"</p><p></p><p>"I was told it was on Level Two."</p><p></p><p>The clerk checked the electronic manifest. "I thought I told Julie to stop doing that!" The clerk rolled his eyes. "There's a tracker in the elevator, and it stops at every floor, but that doesn't mean the doors' open. Somebody is in a hell of a rush I guess, because your crate went to straight to Level Three."</p><p></p><p>"Are you sure there where it's going to end up?"</p><p></p><p>The clerk shrugged. "Same problem. Could end at Level Three, could go right down to Level Six. If you hustle you can probably find out…"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean swore and made his way back to the elevator. He punched in Level Five. </p><p></p><p>"The Girl from Ipanema" played over the elevator music. </p><p></p><p>Finally, the door opened. Jim-Bean scanned his badge again. This time he passed through formidable steel doors that looked they were built to withstand a nuclear blast.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean telepathically reached out to Hammer. He had been practicing the link for awhile just in case they had a situation where comms were impossible. "Still alive?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes. Where the hell are you?"</p><p></p><p>"Navigating the halls of corporate bureaucracy. Sit tight, I'm on my way."</p><p></p><p>He passed by a series of transparent holding cells. The first contained hundreds of boxed, treated and pinned insect samples, including monstrous creatures nearly two feet long. Each was marked plainly with an identifying number and another marking: "~110 MYA", "~220 MYA", "Unknown". </p><p></p><p>The next cell contained a dead and dissected dinosaur about three feet tall, splayed on a table with all major organs exposed. It was quite obviously in full working order not too long before. Jim-Bean recognized it as a smaller version of the raptors they had encountered in Hellbend. If they needed proof that HE had access to time gate technology that was it.</p><p></p><p>He hurried on. The next cell contained a large, humanoid creature covered in gray white hair; dead but untouched. It was approximately seven feet tall, and showed characteristics of humanity and the Great Apes. The tag on its toe read "Unknown Primate, ~1.1 MYA". </p><p></p><p>Another cell contained a large sinuous shape curled into an oversized body bag. It was unfrozen, but stank of chemicals. </p><p></p><p>It was the last cell that gave him pause. It contained a bulbous, ten-foot tall shaggy crab/spider sealed in a large transparent specimen case. It had an almost globular torso, with six long, sinuous limbs terminating in crab-like claws. From the upper end a subsidiary globe bulged forward bubble-like; its triangle of three staring, fishy eyes, its foot-long and evidently flexible proboscis, and a distended lateral system analogous to gills, suggested that it is a head. Most of the body was covered what first appeared to be fur.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shuddered. The thing didn't feel right. He kept on walking towards the freight elevators…</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Free me!</span>”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean pulled up short. He looked around. No one had said anything. All the techs were busy passing in the hallway or focusing on their instruments in other rooms. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean reached out with his mind to Hammer. "Was that you?"</p><p></p><p>"What?"</p><p></p><p>"Did you just ask me to free you?"</p><p></p><p>"I've been asking you to free me for the past ten minutes."</p><p></p><p>This time Jim-Bean felt the cold intruder in his mind. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">I will create a dissstraction…Rhan-Tegoth needsss but to be woken!</span>”</p><p></p><p>"That was DEFINITELY not you."</p><p></p><p>Then Jim-Bean saw the source. Straight ahead, inside a vault, was a Plexiglas enclosure. And there, splayed out in an "X" position due to specially designed restraints, was a serpent person. The creature was obviously ill, and was kept alive by invasive medical means.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Let me go, and I will share with you the power that It will bring me. Iä! Iä! Great is Rhan-Tegoth! Let me go!</span>"</p><p></p><p>"What is it?" asked Hammer through the telepathic link.</p><p></p><p>"I think I found Weeks' alien."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4935915, member: 3285"] [b]God Shall Tread: Part 5 – Have You Seen My Red Stapler?[/b] Jim-Bean entered the facility and made a beeline straight for the warehouse. There were no less than three checkpoints, each requiring him to be scanned. He waited impatiently as each airlock closed and another opened, following a long line of similarly dressed people. Jim-Bean finally made into the warehouse from within the building, entering from the far side. Hopefully he wouldn't bump into the same foreman… The room that surrounded the elevators was large, about the size of a school gym, but had a low ceiling. Stored materials took much of the room up. A constant contingent of three Brownshirts waited, monitoring traffic. "I need to track a package," he asked the nearest employee. "Number please?" asked the polite woman with a blond ponytail. She had a portable scanner with her. Jim-Bean recited the number stamped on the side of Hammer's box. The administrator tapped a few keys. "Oh. Yes, that's on the freight elevator. According to tracking it's on Level Two." "Great, thanks!" Jim-Bean moved as quickly as he could without attracting too much attention. He was on a large warehouse-like level that was sparsely manned. He had to go back out into the corridor and take the personnel elevator down to Level Two. He huffed and puffed his way into the storage room on Level Two. Various methane powered front-loaders moved large boxes to storage bays, some stacked as high as twenty feet. The equipment was more and bigger versions of everything discovered above, as well as crate upon crate. Jim-Bean got a look at some of the labels: M-16A2 assault rifles, anti-tank weaponry, plastic explosives, dynamite, a generator the size of a VW bug, high-tech radio equipment, a 23" telescope disassembled into pieces, an entire military grade field hospital broken down into twelve crates, and more. But there was no sign of Hammer's crate. "I'm looking for this crate." He was handed the sheet of paper to another clerk. "Oh, yeah. Did they send you down here?" "I was told it was on Level Two." The clerk checked the electronic manifest. "I thought I told Julie to stop doing that!" The clerk rolled his eyes. "There's a tracker in the elevator, and it stops at every floor, but that doesn't mean the doors' open. Somebody is in a hell of a rush I guess, because your crate went to straight to Level Three." "Are you sure there where it's going to end up?" The clerk shrugged. "Same problem. Could end at Level Three, could go right down to Level Six. If you hustle you can probably find out…" Jim-Bean swore and made his way back to the elevator. He punched in Level Five. "The Girl from Ipanema" played over the elevator music. Finally, the door opened. Jim-Bean scanned his badge again. This time he passed through formidable steel doors that looked they were built to withstand a nuclear blast. Jim-Bean telepathically reached out to Hammer. He had been practicing the link for awhile just in case they had a situation where comms were impossible. "Still alive?" "Yes. Where the hell are you?" "Navigating the halls of corporate bureaucracy. Sit tight, I'm on my way." He passed by a series of transparent holding cells. The first contained hundreds of boxed, treated and pinned insect samples, including monstrous creatures nearly two feet long. Each was marked plainly with an identifying number and another marking: "~110 MYA", "~220 MYA", "Unknown". The next cell contained a dead and dissected dinosaur about three feet tall, splayed on a table with all major organs exposed. It was quite obviously in full working order not too long before. Jim-Bean recognized it as a smaller version of the raptors they had encountered in Hellbend. If they needed proof that HE had access to time gate technology that was it. He hurried on. The next cell contained a large, humanoid creature covered in gray white hair; dead but untouched. It was approximately seven feet tall, and showed characteristics of humanity and the Great Apes. The tag on its toe read "Unknown Primate, ~1.1 MYA". Another cell contained a large sinuous shape curled into an oversized body bag. It was unfrozen, but stank of chemicals. It was the last cell that gave him pause. It contained a bulbous, ten-foot tall shaggy crab/spider sealed in a large transparent specimen case. It had an almost globular torso, with six long, sinuous limbs terminating in crab-like claws. From the upper end a subsidiary globe bulged forward bubble-like; its triangle of three staring, fishy eyes, its foot-long and evidently flexible proboscis, and a distended lateral system analogous to gills, suggested that it is a head. Most of the body was covered what first appeared to be fur. Jim-Bean shuddered. The thing didn't feel right. He kept on walking towards the freight elevators… “[FONT="Impact"]Free me![/FONT]” Jim-Bean pulled up short. He looked around. No one had said anything. All the techs were busy passing in the hallway or focusing on their instruments in other rooms. Jim-Bean reached out with his mind to Hammer. "Was that you?" "What?" "Did you just ask me to free you?" "I've been asking you to free me for the past ten minutes." This time Jim-Bean felt the cold intruder in his mind. “[FONT="Impact"]I will create a dissstraction…Rhan-Tegoth needsss but to be woken![/FONT]” "That was DEFINITELY not you." Then Jim-Bean saw the source. Straight ahead, inside a vault, was a Plexiglas enclosure. And there, splayed out in an "X" position due to specially designed restraints, was a serpent person. The creature was obviously ill, and was kept alive by invasive medical means. "[FONT="Impact"]Let me go, and I will share with you the power that It will bring me. Iä! Iä! Great is Rhan-Tegoth! Let me go![/FONT]" "What is it?" asked Hammer through the telepathic link. "I think I found Weeks' alien." [/QUOTE]
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