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<blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 1645321" data-attributes="member: 2795"><p><strong><span style="color: red">Port Cruden, Adak Island</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Unknown to the heroes on Fort Washington, the Major's worst fears are being realized.</p><p></p><p>"Kintaro! Oni! Find the girl!" Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone growls in Japanese. "Be careful! The Americans may have other metahumans hidden among the staff!"</p><p></p><p>Kintaro and Oni race from the mess hall as Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone turns back to the captives. Bishamon, his bloodied katana in hand, stands behind them. O-Kuni-Nushi, eyes glowing in dim interior, stands near Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone. The captive scientists, tied to chairs, frightened and helpless, shudder from more than just the cold. In the middle of them is an empty chair. Coils of rope hang slack on the chair. Just a moment ago, project historian Elisa Cameron was bound to that chair.</p><p></p><p>But then she simply vanished, much to the surprise of everyone present.</p><p></p><p>In English, Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone says, "Bishamon, before we continue this interrogation, please demonstrate to our captives the seriousness of our questions."</p><p></p><p>Bishamon makes a slight bow, his brow knitted into a scowl, and then he raises his katana for the strike.</p><p></p><p>Elsewhere, Kintaro and Oni are outside the mess hall. The blizzard rages around them, driving snow and ice into their faces, whipping Kintaro's long black hair. Kintaro grins, reveling in the raw ferocity of the storm. If Oni feels anything, the monster does not show it. Kintaro, a youthful Japanese lad no older than sixteen, drops into a crouch and runs ape-like toward the barracks, where he judges the missing girl is mostly like to have gone. Oni follows, the monster's slow pace frustrating the quick-limbed Kintaro. The youth hits the doors into the barracks so hard that they twist from their hinges. He immediately drops to the floor, sniffing like a hound. He knows the girl's scent, and he picks it up quickly. As he races down the corridor and up the stairs on her trail, Oni scrambles up the wall and skitters along like a giant bug, its claws clacking against the concrete.</p><p></p><p>Elisa Cameron sits on the floor of her room, wedged between her bunk and small nightstand. She is terrified and exhausted. Escaping from the chair seemed simple enough, but Elisa had not reckoned with how much of a toll teleporting blindly over such a distance would take on her body. Her legs and arms tremble as she struggles to her feet, brain racing in a near panic. Getting out of the mess hall was one thing. Getting away completely is an entirely different problem. She knows she would die of exposure in the blizzard long before any help could possibly arrive. She also knows there is no way for her to get off the island. Even if she could pilot a plane or navigate a ship, the Japs' initial attack removed those possibilities.</p><p></p><p>When she hears the soft footfalls of Kintaro and Oni's hard clacks in the corridor outside her room, Elisa knows that her time is running short. Another teleport would surely knock her out, leaving her unconscious, probably in the snow. Maybe, just maybe, she thinks, they'll pass by the room, but this hope dies with a barely suppressed whimper when she hears the dog-like snuffling outside her door.</p><p></p><p>There is no reason to remain silent any longer. Elisa lets the tears come. By the time Kintaro tears the door open, she is sobbing uncontrollably, begging for her life in utter desperation. She screams when Oni slides into the room, its compound eyes glittering in the dark, its mandibles dripping brackish fluid. The monster isn't moved to even the remotest vestige of pity or mercy as it lashes out at Elisa.</p><p></p><p>She barely feels the claws that slice thin, crimson lines across her chest, but the venom! Oh, how the venom burns! As if her guts and lungs had been set on fire!</p><p></p><p>Kintaro dashes forward, saying something in Japanese to Oni. The monster only shrugs. Kintaro catches Elisa as all strength flees her limbs. The youth grins down at her as her arms and legs contract into a sort of fetal position and the fire within her organs continues to rage.</p><p></p><p>Elisa Cameron hears the snap of her neck the instant before she dies.</p><p></p><p>Kintaro lifts her body and gently lays it on the bunk, brushing her hair out of her eyes. He turns away, eyes flashing angrily at Oni, but the monster remains unconcerned. The pair then leave the room to search the rest of Port Cruden in order to ensure there are no more unpleasant surprises.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mark Chance, post: 1645321, member: 2795"] [b][color=red]Port Cruden, Adak Island[/color][/b][color=red][/color] Unknown to the heroes on Fort Washington, the Major's worst fears are being realized. "Kintaro! Oni! Find the girl!" Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone growls in Japanese. "Be careful! The Americans may have other metahumans hidden among the staff!" Kintaro and Oni race from the mess hall as Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone turns back to the captives. Bishamon, his bloodied katana in hand, stands behind them. O-Kuni-Nushi, eyes glowing in dim interior, stands near Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone. The captive scientists, tied to chairs, frightened and helpless, shudder from more than just the cold. In the middle of them is an empty chair. Coils of rope hang slack on the chair. Just a moment ago, project historian Elisa Cameron was bound to that chair. But then she simply vanished, much to the surprise of everyone present. In English, Aji-Suki-Taka-Hi-Kone says, "Bishamon, before we continue this interrogation, please demonstrate to our captives the seriousness of our questions." Bishamon makes a slight bow, his brow knitted into a scowl, and then he raises his katana for the strike. Elsewhere, Kintaro and Oni are outside the mess hall. The blizzard rages around them, driving snow and ice into their faces, whipping Kintaro's long black hair. Kintaro grins, reveling in the raw ferocity of the storm. If Oni feels anything, the monster does not show it. Kintaro, a youthful Japanese lad no older than sixteen, drops into a crouch and runs ape-like toward the barracks, where he judges the missing girl is mostly like to have gone. Oni follows, the monster's slow pace frustrating the quick-limbed Kintaro. The youth hits the doors into the barracks so hard that they twist from their hinges. He immediately drops to the floor, sniffing like a hound. He knows the girl's scent, and he picks it up quickly. As he races down the corridor and up the stairs on her trail, Oni scrambles up the wall and skitters along like a giant bug, its claws clacking against the concrete. Elisa Cameron sits on the floor of her room, wedged between her bunk and small nightstand. She is terrified and exhausted. Escaping from the chair seemed simple enough, but Elisa had not reckoned with how much of a toll teleporting blindly over such a distance would take on her body. Her legs and arms tremble as she struggles to her feet, brain racing in a near panic. Getting out of the mess hall was one thing. Getting away completely is an entirely different problem. She knows she would die of exposure in the blizzard long before any help could possibly arrive. She also knows there is no way for her to get off the island. Even if she could pilot a plane or navigate a ship, the Japs' initial attack removed those possibilities. When she hears the soft footfalls of Kintaro and Oni's hard clacks in the corridor outside her room, Elisa knows that her time is running short. Another teleport would surely knock her out, leaving her unconscious, probably in the snow. Maybe, just maybe, she thinks, they'll pass by the room, but this hope dies with a barely suppressed whimper when she hears the dog-like snuffling outside her door. There is no reason to remain silent any longer. Elisa lets the tears come. By the time Kintaro tears the door open, she is sobbing uncontrollably, begging for her life in utter desperation. She screams when Oni slides into the room, its compound eyes glittering in the dark, its mandibles dripping brackish fluid. The monster isn't moved to even the remotest vestige of pity or mercy as it lashes out at Elisa. She barely feels the claws that slice thin, crimson lines across her chest, but the venom! Oh, how the venom burns! As if her guts and lungs had been set on fire! Kintaro dashes forward, saying something in Japanese to Oni. The monster only shrugs. Kintaro catches Elisa as all strength flees her limbs. The youth grins down at her as her arms and legs contract into a sort of fetal position and the fire within her organs continues to rage. Elisa Cameron hears the snap of her neck the instant before she dies. Kintaro lifts her body and gently lays it on the bunk, brushing her hair out of her eyes. He turns away, eyes flashing angrily at Oni, but the monster remains unconcerned. The pair then leave the room to search the rest of Port Cruden in order to ensure there are no more unpleasant surprises. [/QUOTE]
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