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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4920338" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Operation Bravo: Part 4 – The Ruins of Hunt</strong></p><p></p><p>Located approximately two miles from the center of Hellbend, California on the ruins of a formerly beautiful asphalt road, a sea of destroyed concrete was all that remained of Hunt Electrodynamics Plant #004. A partially ruined chain link fence surrounded it five hundred yards out from the ruins on all sides. </p><p></p><p>It was hardly a deterrent. Large gaps existed every fifty feet or so. All that remained were concrete slabs split into no larger than three-foot chunks, an occasional metal strut curled by some huge force, random, destroyed business devices from the 1950s. </p><p></p><p>Hammer walked the perimeter. "Looks to me like the place was destroyed more by an implosion. See how the buildings lean inwards to a center point?"</p><p></p><p>Walking the site of the plant revealed little. There were no apparent entrances below; no tunnels, holes or stairs down. The site appeared barren. </p><p></p><p>The point where Clifford Potter was digging with the Bobcat was easily found. The twenty by thirty-foot bald spot was meticulously cleared of rubble, and covered in Bobcat tracks, various footprints and the random detritus of humanity.</p><p></p><p>"From the looks of it, the Bobcat blade broke the ground maybe once or twice," said Hammer. The hole it created dipped down only a foot or two, revealing nothing. The site was suspiciously clear of anything else. </p><p></p><p>"You said Potter was digging up metal pipes?" Jim-Bean asked Androzy.</p><p></p><p>"Yeah."</p><p></p><p>"Where?" asked Jim-Bean. "There are no metal pipes—no metal at all except steel—on the surface."</p><p></p><p>"Maybe he stripped the site?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean exchanged a glance. "We're going to need heavy equipment," said Jim-Bean. "Can you rent the Bobcat for us?"</p><p></p><p>"What?" asked Androzy. "What in the hell do you want that thing for?"</p><p></p><p>"To dig," said Hammer. "Potter was looking for something."</p><p></p><p>Androzy just stared at them. "You're serious."</p><p></p><p>"Very much so," said Hammer. </p><p></p><p>"Do you know what it's going to take to get that thing out here again? We'll have to drive it over on something…"</p><p></p><p>"It's only a few miles out," said Jim-Bean helpfully. </p><p></p><p>Androzy swore and got Mann on his shoulder CB. "Al? Al? Yeah it's Lucas. The Feds want the Bobcat again. No, not for forensics…" he stalked off towards his car, swearing, "…to DIG! Yeah, I know, I told them!"</p><p></p><p>"That'll keep him busy," said Jim-Bean. "Now, what I really wanted to tell you. Take a look at this." He tapped a few keys on the cistron. Then he blew a kiss skywards.</p><p></p><p>On the cistrons, a satellite in the sky zoomed in so close that Hammer could make out that Jim-Bean was winking when he blew the kiss.</p><p></p><p>The view spiraled upwards, indicating the perimeter of the old plant. A map grid appeared over it, with various branches beneath them.</p><p></p><p>"What's that?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"That's Potter's map. From the looks of it, there are underground tunnels that run through here. They've got to come out somewhere…"</p><p></p><p>"Great," said Hammer, "now we just need to find the entrance."</p><p></p><p>The cistrons beeped as SINNER zeroed in on a probable entrance. </p><p></p><p>"You know the only reason you get away with this stuff is because SINNER identifies herself as female."</p><p></p><p>"I know," said Jim-Bean with a grin.</p><p></p><p>"She used to portray herself as prepubescent but I've noticed her voice has gotten…huskier."</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean smirked. "Agent Hammer, surely you aren't implying that I'm causing a supercomputer to reach puberty prematurely?"</p><p></p><p>The entrance was located about a mile to the northwest of the ruins, where the land dropped two dozen or more feet. A culvert connected to the subterranean structures of the Hunt Plant. </p><p></p><p>The culvert was a twelve foot diameter concrete tube that protruded from the hill and disappeared into the depths of the ground that led back to the site. The culvert was awash with a spray of greenery—small plants with a single red flower on them that grew in dribs and drabs on a delta like stream of water which poured out into a fan, disappearing into the parched earth about five yards out. The area smelled rich and damp. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean took a picture of the tiny red flowers, none bigger than a quarter inch. There was a preponderance of bugs flying around the plants. The plants were littered with tiny, spore-covered corpses of hundreds of bugs. </p><p></p><p>A thousand possible matches flickered through SINNER's database. The response, "No existing matches," blinked urgently on screen.</p><p></p><p>"SINNER's stumped. Wherever these plants come from, it's not of this earth."</p><p></p><p>"I'm more concerned about that," said Hammer. He took pictures of a large heel print. It was only the ball of the creature's heel. SINNER analyzed the print: it weighed between 1,200 and 1,300 pounds.</p><p></p><p>"Jesus. So we've got a big print and a weird flower. Now what?"</p><p></p><p>"Now," Hammer checked the ammunition on his Glocks, "we go inside the creepy tunnel."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4920338, member: 3285"] [b]Operation Bravo: Part 4 – The Ruins of Hunt[/b] Located approximately two miles from the center of Hellbend, California on the ruins of a formerly beautiful asphalt road, a sea of destroyed concrete was all that remained of Hunt Electrodynamics Plant #004. A partially ruined chain link fence surrounded it five hundred yards out from the ruins on all sides. It was hardly a deterrent. Large gaps existed every fifty feet or so. All that remained were concrete slabs split into no larger than three-foot chunks, an occasional metal strut curled by some huge force, random, destroyed business devices from the 1950s. Hammer walked the perimeter. "Looks to me like the place was destroyed more by an implosion. See how the buildings lean inwards to a center point?" Walking the site of the plant revealed little. There were no apparent entrances below; no tunnels, holes or stairs down. The site appeared barren. The point where Clifford Potter was digging with the Bobcat was easily found. The twenty by thirty-foot bald spot was meticulously cleared of rubble, and covered in Bobcat tracks, various footprints and the random detritus of humanity. "From the looks of it, the Bobcat blade broke the ground maybe once or twice," said Hammer. The hole it created dipped down only a foot or two, revealing nothing. The site was suspiciously clear of anything else. "You said Potter was digging up metal pipes?" Jim-Bean asked Androzy. "Yeah." "Where?" asked Jim-Bean. "There are no metal pipes—no metal at all except steel—on the surface." "Maybe he stripped the site?" Hammer and Jim-Bean exchanged a glance. "We're going to need heavy equipment," said Jim-Bean. "Can you rent the Bobcat for us?" "What?" asked Androzy. "What in the hell do you want that thing for?" "To dig," said Hammer. "Potter was looking for something." Androzy just stared at them. "You're serious." "Very much so," said Hammer. "Do you know what it's going to take to get that thing out here again? We'll have to drive it over on something…" "It's only a few miles out," said Jim-Bean helpfully. Androzy swore and got Mann on his shoulder CB. "Al? Al? Yeah it's Lucas. The Feds want the Bobcat again. No, not for forensics…" he stalked off towards his car, swearing, "…to DIG! Yeah, I know, I told them!" "That'll keep him busy," said Jim-Bean. "Now, what I really wanted to tell you. Take a look at this." He tapped a few keys on the cistron. Then he blew a kiss skywards. On the cistrons, a satellite in the sky zoomed in so close that Hammer could make out that Jim-Bean was winking when he blew the kiss. The view spiraled upwards, indicating the perimeter of the old plant. A map grid appeared over it, with various branches beneath them. "What's that?" asked Hammer. "That's Potter's map. From the looks of it, there are underground tunnels that run through here. They've got to come out somewhere…" "Great," said Hammer, "now we just need to find the entrance." The cistrons beeped as SINNER zeroed in on a probable entrance. "You know the only reason you get away with this stuff is because SINNER identifies herself as female." "I know," said Jim-Bean with a grin. "She used to portray herself as prepubescent but I've noticed her voice has gotten…huskier." Jim-Bean smirked. "Agent Hammer, surely you aren't implying that I'm causing a supercomputer to reach puberty prematurely?" The entrance was located about a mile to the northwest of the ruins, where the land dropped two dozen or more feet. A culvert connected to the subterranean structures of the Hunt Plant. The culvert was a twelve foot diameter concrete tube that protruded from the hill and disappeared into the depths of the ground that led back to the site. The culvert was awash with a spray of greenery—small plants with a single red flower on them that grew in dribs and drabs on a delta like stream of water which poured out into a fan, disappearing into the parched earth about five yards out. The area smelled rich and damp. Jim-Bean took a picture of the tiny red flowers, none bigger than a quarter inch. There was a preponderance of bugs flying around the plants. The plants were littered with tiny, spore-covered corpses of hundreds of bugs. A thousand possible matches flickered through SINNER's database. The response, "No existing matches," blinked urgently on screen. "SINNER's stumped. Wherever these plants come from, it's not of this earth." "I'm more concerned about that," said Hammer. He took pictures of a large heel print. It was only the ball of the creature's heel. SINNER analyzed the print: it weighed between 1,200 and 1,300 pounds. "Jesus. So we've got a big print and a weird flower. Now what?" "Now," Hammer checked the ammunition on his Glocks, "we go inside the creepy tunnel." [/QUOTE]
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