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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4988314" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dawn Biozyme: Part 7 – "Power Plant"</strong></p><p></p><p>The agents kicked open iron doors stenciled with the words “Power Plant.” </p><p></p><p>Inside, an ominous cylindrical metal device was mounted on iron clamps in the center of the chamber. The vaguely bullet-shaped apparatus sprouted a jumble of wires that snake into a hole in the floor.</p><p></p><p>Hammer looked at it curiously. "Weird. It's not running."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean frowned. "That's because it's not a power plant." He pointed to a curious-looking chamber at the center. "This is a firebomb."</p><p></p><p>"Is it armed?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shook his head. "Not yet."</p><p></p><p>They backed out of the room and entered another across the hall. </p><p></p><p>Comfortable chairs were gathered around a central island on which several personal computers are situated, quietly displaying innocuous screensavers. One wall held a wide window of glass allowing a view of another large chamber beyond. A bank of television monitors covered another wall. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean tapped some of the keys. "Password protected."</p><p></p><p>"I wish Guppy was here," muttered Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean sat at one of the workstations and cracked his knuckles. "Who needs Guppy when we can just have the owners tell us?" </p><p></p><p>He concentrated…</p><p></p><p>Dr. Finley tapped some keys and moved the mouse to click on a folder labeled PROJECT MOTHMAN. It was uploaded from a shared server titled MAINFRAME.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean took note as he typed the password. "Alhazred." He also noticed that on the table was an emergency shutdown procedure with the word spelled backwards to initiate the firebomb.</p><p></p><p>Back in the present, Jim-Bean tapped the password. </p><p></p><p>The television monitors turned on.</p><p></p><p>"What did you just do?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"I don't…I'm not sure," said Jim-Bean, turning to face the monitors. </p><p></p><p>There was a soft mechanical clicking coming from the server room next door. A low whine began. The fluorescent fixtures in the other room turned on.</p><p></p><p>The cameras showed a large, empty room--the center of which was overlain by a tarpaulin—encircled at the edges of the room by a locked chain-link fence. In the center of the chamber, embedded in the concrete, was a large flat obsidian block, barely higher than the surrounding floor, irregular and featureless. Spaced around the chamber at about the fifteen-foot level were four circular steel plates about a foot in diameter each.</p><p></p><p>As the pitch of the generator heightened, the lights dimmed slightly, their hue pinkening. The air thickened. </p><p></p><p>"I don't like this…" said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"Can you stop it?"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean tapped a few keys. The tinny rasp of WTHQ finally shut off. Jim-Bean smiled at Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Hammer sighed at Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"I know the password to blow the place up, if that's what you're asking."</p><p></p><p>The chain-hung light fixtures in the large room swung toward the center of the cylindrical chamber, straining against their light chains to illuminate the center of the floor. Intense vibrations rattled shelves and loose objects: a great cloud of darkness seeps into the large chamber on the camera.</p><p></p><p>WHAM! The door they had come through shuddered. It was met by familiar squealing.</p><p></p><p>"I think the babies want their momma."</p><p></p><p>Hammer set his jaw. "Engage the self-destruct mechanism. Now."</p><p></p><p>WHAM! The door on the opposite side of the room nearly splintered from the impact. Bleach-white tentacles squeezed through the cracks. </p><p></p><p>Hammer blasted the window with both pistols. </p><p></p><p>"What'd you do that for?" shouted Jim-Bean over the roar of the vibrations. </p><p></p><p>"Giving the babies a clear path!" He opened the door to the server room. "Get inside!"</p><p></p><p>They closed the door and hid in the cool darkness of the server room. </p><p></p><p>Judging from the crunches and cracks they heard, the secondary cnidocytes had battered the doors down seconds later. Their mewling was unbearable. </p><p></p><p>The server room wasn't dark for long. EM displays—ball lightning, electrostatic charges, strangely-colored auras--nickered and eddied across the room. There were no surges in the electrical supply, but strange odors and howling noises assailed the agents. </p><p></p><p>"Are they gone yet?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"I can't tell!" shouted Hammer, straining to listen. "I'm not sure if they're in the main chamber."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean put his fingers to his forehead. "I'll take a look."</p><p></p><p>"No wait!" was all Hammer got out before Jim-Bean got a front row seat to a mind-blasting display.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4988314, member: 3285"] [b]Dawn Biozyme: Part 7 – "Power Plant"[/b] The agents kicked open iron doors stenciled with the words “Power Plant.” Inside, an ominous cylindrical metal device was mounted on iron clamps in the center of the chamber. The vaguely bullet-shaped apparatus sprouted a jumble of wires that snake into a hole in the floor. Hammer looked at it curiously. "Weird. It's not running." Jim-Bean frowned. "That's because it's not a power plant." He pointed to a curious-looking chamber at the center. "This is a firebomb." "Is it armed?" asked Hammer. Jim-Bean shook his head. "Not yet." They backed out of the room and entered another across the hall. Comfortable chairs were gathered around a central island on which several personal computers are situated, quietly displaying innocuous screensavers. One wall held a wide window of glass allowing a view of another large chamber beyond. A bank of television monitors covered another wall. Jim-Bean tapped some of the keys. "Password protected." "I wish Guppy was here," muttered Hammer. Jim-Bean sat at one of the workstations and cracked his knuckles. "Who needs Guppy when we can just have the owners tell us?" He concentrated… Dr. Finley tapped some keys and moved the mouse to click on a folder labeled PROJECT MOTHMAN. It was uploaded from a shared server titled MAINFRAME. Jim-Bean took note as he typed the password. "Alhazred." He also noticed that on the table was an emergency shutdown procedure with the word spelled backwards to initiate the firebomb. Back in the present, Jim-Bean tapped the password. The television monitors turned on. "What did you just do?" asked Hammer. "I don't…I'm not sure," said Jim-Bean, turning to face the monitors. There was a soft mechanical clicking coming from the server room next door. A low whine began. The fluorescent fixtures in the other room turned on. The cameras showed a large, empty room--the center of which was overlain by a tarpaulin—encircled at the edges of the room by a locked chain-link fence. In the center of the chamber, embedded in the concrete, was a large flat obsidian block, barely higher than the surrounding floor, irregular and featureless. Spaced around the chamber at about the fifteen-foot level were four circular steel plates about a foot in diameter each. As the pitch of the generator heightened, the lights dimmed slightly, their hue pinkening. The air thickened. "I don't like this…" said Jim-Bean. "Can you stop it?" Jim-Bean tapped a few keys. The tinny rasp of WTHQ finally shut off. Jim-Bean smiled at Hammer. Hammer sighed at Jim-Bean. "I know the password to blow the place up, if that's what you're asking." The chain-hung light fixtures in the large room swung toward the center of the cylindrical chamber, straining against their light chains to illuminate the center of the floor. Intense vibrations rattled shelves and loose objects: a great cloud of darkness seeps into the large chamber on the camera. WHAM! The door they had come through shuddered. It was met by familiar squealing. "I think the babies want their momma." Hammer set his jaw. "Engage the self-destruct mechanism. Now." WHAM! The door on the opposite side of the room nearly splintered from the impact. Bleach-white tentacles squeezed through the cracks. Hammer blasted the window with both pistols. "What'd you do that for?" shouted Jim-Bean over the roar of the vibrations. "Giving the babies a clear path!" He opened the door to the server room. "Get inside!" They closed the door and hid in the cool darkness of the server room. Judging from the crunches and cracks they heard, the secondary cnidocytes had battered the doors down seconds later. Their mewling was unbearable. The server room wasn't dark for long. EM displays—ball lightning, electrostatic charges, strangely-colored auras--nickered and eddied across the room. There were no surges in the electrical supply, but strange odors and howling noises assailed the agents. "Are they gone yet?" asked Jim-Bean. "I can't tell!" shouted Hammer, straining to listen. "I'm not sure if they're in the main chamber." Jim-Bean put his fingers to his forehead. "I'll take a look." "No wait!" was all Hammer got out before Jim-Bean got a front row seat to a mind-blasting display. [/QUOTE]
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