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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HeapThaumaturgist" data-source="post: 1141000" data-attributes="member: 12332">Cabin Fever Pt. 7“Hey, wait a minute, I thought you said some guy was ...”  Craig, the cabin-owner began.“Shhh.  So you're telling me you know that thing?”  Wiley asked.“Yes.  No.  I'm not sure.  Just a suspicion I have.  I wouldn't have said anything, but it's obvious SOMETHING is going on.  I found a tree knocked across the road up, your friend is hurt, and I assume that the power is off?”  Jerri said.  She looked around.  The children and their mother sat on the ground, no longer quite huddled.  Confused.“I thought there was a guy ou ...”“Shhh.  So how can you be sure?”  Wiley asked.“I don't know.  I thought this was Joshua's cabin.  Lot Three, Oak Lane?”“This is Lot One, Oak Lane.”  Craig said, moving close to the conversation, getting quieter.  “Somebody had better tell me what's going on...”“Shhh ... did anybody hear that?”**************Marty.  Not Martin.  Martin, Martin McCullough, was his father.  Thirty years old and still Marty.  If people knew he lived in an “Institution”, and people called him Marty, they'd assume he was mentally retarded.  Only eighteen people lived at the Swann-Price Center, an unknown part of the little-known Monroe Institute.  The Monroe Institute espoused introspective meditations, soundwave therapies, and other new-age healing techniques, and also trained civilians to perform their own “Remote Viewing”.  Eccentric, commercial, safe.  If you can sell it like modern snake oil, it can't be of military use.  The perfect place for MAJIC to hide a reborn STAR GATE program, the perfect way to do it.    It's hard to keep a twenty year program a secret, but easy to hide it in plain sight.  Eighteen functional remote viewers.  Marty, not Martin, designation  RV-3 attached to the Majority Agency for Joint Intelligence Control, Department Seven.***************The roof, it was on the roof.  For something that large, it moved quietly, but it just couldn't hide the mass.  Had the air conditioner been running, had they been talking any louder, they wouldn't have heard it at all.  And they would be dead.“Where can we go?”  Pennick looked around.  “We leave, it jumps down on us.  We stay here, it jumps down on us.”“Does this place have a basement?”Craig shook his head.“We don't want to get cornered, anyway.  We're going to have to move.”  Wiley said.  Jerri looked up, and started yelling.In a language no-one had ever heard.Brickel got ready to tackle her.  She was obviously communicating with the thing.  A strange woman appears at the door, says she knows something about what's going on, mysteriously doesn't get killed or eaten by the monster rampaging outside, and then starts talking to it in some obscure vowel-heavy language, probably telling the thing exactly where they were.And now, it was answering.The thing had a voice like a thousand cougars growling into the north wind ... overlaid on Tom Waits with a sore throat and a head cold.  It spoke the same vowel-heavy language, screaming into the night defiantly.Jerri shook her head.  “It's Ojibway, like Joshua.  Joshua had several ancient totem-statues of the clans.  Only whatever that is out there claims to be of the wa-wa-shesh'-she of the Anishinabe ... Deer Clan of the Ojibway.  But there IS no Deer Clan.  Never was.  It's just a story.”The roof creaked over their heads.“Well, you can stay and argue lineage with it, but we need to get out of here.  Somebody try to get Frank upright.”  Wiley said.“What's just a story?  It shouldn't exist at all, so what the hell if it claims to be from a storybook clan?  I imagine it knows better than you do.”“Maybe.”  Jerri sighed.  “Deer clan was supposedly cast out for breaking ancient taboos.  Scattered to the winds in a Northern-Canadian winter ...  There must have been something wrong with one of those totems, we must have mistaken one.”“How long is he going to sit up there?”  Craig asked quietly.“Not sure.  Maybe it's intrigued.  Maybe it's scared.  You do have a gun, and I have no idea how effective that will be.  Did it seem ... solid?”  Jerri asked.“Yea, pretty.  I shot it, it left.  Dunno how bad I hurt it, though.”  Brickel replied.“Maybe it can be killed, if it comes to that.  I'd rather ... find some other way.  Things like this have a way of not staying dead.”  Jerri said.  “We need to get to Joshua's cabin.”“Yea, but if we move, it's on us.  We need a diversion.”  Wiley said.There was a cough from Frank.  A wet cough.“Well if you're planning on a jog, count me out.”  He said.******************Hours of waiting at HQ for confirmation.  A moment of excitement as the chopper is loaded.  The ride is interminable.  The strike team shifts, weapons safetied and slung across chests.  The uncertainty is the nature of the beast.  Deployments are often short and violently unpredictable.  Agent Kincaid looks down.  Fifteen minutes to the hot-spot.  A lot can happen in fifteen minutes.A lot will happen in fifteen minutes.</blockquote>

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