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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5124929" data-attributes="member: 3285">Righteous Triad Fists: Part 2 – On a MissionThe missionaries’ building was a small wood-frame house on the south side of the island. Hammer stealthily padded up to the veranda.&nbsp; It was marred by signs of damage and forced entry. The front door was hanging on one hinge, three-quarters open.&quot;Something very bad happened here,&quot; said Guppy, stating the obvious.They all looked to Jim-Bean, who had one hand out before him, eyes closed.&nbsp; &quot;All clear,&quot; he said. &quot;Nobody's home that I can see.&quot;They entered a main hall. It appeared to have been used as a triage area/emergency room/waiting area for the natives needing medical attention. Ten empty wooden chairs were lined up around the walls, and the walls were pockmarked in several places by what looked like bullet holes.Caprice ducked into one room and Guppy followed.&nbsp; What’s left of a radio and a simple transmitter were scattered about. The few pieces of electronic equipment were all mangled by gunfire. Two chairs were overturned on the floor.A bird shrieked in the distance.&nbsp; &quot;Woooop! Woooop!&quot;Guppy ducked into an adjacent room.&nbsp; The words “Meteorological Office” were printed on the door to the room in English. It had been smashed open. Radar equipment, a barometer, a hygrometer, a wind gauge, a weather vane, and a radio were housed in the room.Guppy fiddled with the devices.&nbsp; They were all intact and operable. &quot;Wooop!&nbsp; Wooop!&quot;&quot;What the hell is that?&quot; asked Caprice from the other room.&quot;I don't know,&quot; said Guppy over his shoulder.&nbsp; &quot;Something big and weird.&quot; He turned the radio on.&nbsp; Nothing happened.Guppy pried the back of the radio off.&nbsp; Sure enough, there was a transmitting device on the back of it. He hooked his cistron up to it and tapped a few keys.&nbsp; It was a signal.&nbsp; A radio signal to another receiver not far from their location.&nbsp; According to the coordinates, it had to be just off shore – which didn't make any sense, as any boat large enough to have the radio signature he was picking up would have surely been grounded on the island's beach. &quot;Guys,&quot; Guppy whispered, covering the remote mic.&nbsp; &quot;I think they know we're here!&quot;&quot;WOOOP!&quot; shouted something that was most certainly not a bird near the window.&nbsp; &quot;WOOOP!&quot;&quot;Oh you think?&quot; Jim-Bean shouted back.Guppy was about to put the device down when he heard it beep.&nbsp; A gyroscope was attached to the transmitter.&nbsp; And it had just activated.&quot;Uh…Caprice?&nbsp; Buddy?&quot;Caprice ducked his head in.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah?&quot;&quot;I think…&quot; Guppy began to sweat. &quot;I think I just triggered some kind of bomb.&quot;Caprice walked in to get a better look.&nbsp; Without touching it, he traced the wire from Guppy's hand to the floor.&nbsp; Then he followed it into the floor.&nbsp; &quot;Hey Jim-Bean!&quot; Caprice shouted. Jim-Bean sauntered in.&nbsp; &quot;Did you hear those weird noises?&nbsp; What's up?&quot;Guppy gulped.&nbsp; &quot;I think I'm connected to a bomb.&quot;&quot;Can you take a look underneath this place?&quot; asked Caprice.&quot;Sure.&quot; Jim-Bean peered down at the floor.&nbsp; &quot;Uh oh.&quot;&quot;Uh oh!&quot; asked Guppy.&nbsp; &quot;What do you mean UH OH?&quot;&quot;This entire placed is rigged with explosives,&quot; Jim-Bean said calmly.&nbsp; Caprice sighed.&nbsp; &quot;What's what I was afraid of. Don't move Guppy, and whatever you do, don't drop that thing.&quot;Guppy didn't even nod.&nbsp; He just got very still, eyes practically cross-eyed staring at the triggering device.&nbsp; &quot;Okay.&quot;Caprice pulled a multitool from his pocket and slid under the table.&nbsp; &quot;WOOOOOP!&quot; The cry sounded like it came from within the building.Gunfire answered the cry.&nbsp; &quot;Natives!&quot; shouted Hammer from the main hall.&nbsp; &quot;Lots of them!&quot;&quot;Almost there…&quot; muttered Caprice, seemingly oblivious to the combat.Jim-Bean stuck his head out of the doorway to take a look.&nbsp; &quot;You may want to hurry up.&quot;&quot;Almost…there…&quot; said Caprice.In the main hall, Hammer ducked behind an overturned table.&nbsp; &quot;They're going to rush us!&quot; Archive had just finished etching a huge Elder Sign across the span of the room in chalk.&nbsp; He ran over to join Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;Ready!&quot;The tcho-tchos living on Alulu Island surged through the doorways on both side of the mission.&nbsp; They had light brown skin, straight black hair and filed teeth.&nbsp; But they looked different than the tcho-tchos the agents had seen before, with an odd bluish-cast to their features and bulging watery-yellow eyes. Hammer blasted two as they entered but more half-loped, half-hopped into the room, bristling with spears and bows.He and Archive retreated to the radio room with the others, firing as they went.&quot;I did it!&quot; shouted Caprice, holding up snipped green and yellow wires.Archive began chanting. The tcho-tchos advanced, standing in a mass over the Elder Sign.&quot;Did what?&quot; asked Hammer over his shoulder.&quot;There are explosives under the building,&quot; said Jim-Bean, as if he were reporting the weather.&quot;WHAT?!&quot; shouted Hammer just as Archive finished his chant.The eye at the center of the chalk pentagram opened, blazing to life with fiery fury.&nbsp; Natives shrieked as they burst into flames.&quot;Get behind me!&quot; was all Jim-Bean got out before the entire place exploded.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 5124929, member: 3285"] [b]Righteous Triad Fists: Part 2 – On a Mission[/b] The missionaries’ building was a small wood-frame house on the south side of the island. Hammer stealthily padded up to the veranda. It was marred by signs of damage and forced entry. The front door was hanging on one hinge, three-quarters open. "Something very bad happened here," said Guppy, stating the obvious. They all looked to Jim-Bean, who had one hand out before him, eyes closed. "All clear," he said. "Nobody's home that I can see." They entered a main hall. It appeared to have been used as a triage area/emergency room/waiting area for the natives needing medical attention. Ten empty wooden chairs were lined up around the walls, and the walls were pockmarked in several places by what looked like bullet holes. Caprice ducked into one room and Guppy followed. What’s left of a radio and a simple transmitter were scattered about. The few pieces of electronic equipment were all mangled by gunfire. Two chairs were overturned on the floor. A bird shrieked in the distance. "Woooop! Woooop!" Guppy ducked into an adjacent room. The words “Meteorological Office” were printed on the door to the room in English. It had been smashed open. Radar equipment, a barometer, a hygrometer, a wind gauge, a weather vane, and a radio were housed in the room. Guppy fiddled with the devices. They were all intact and operable. "Wooop! Wooop!" "What the hell is that?" asked Caprice from the other room. "I don't know," said Guppy over his shoulder. "Something big and weird." He turned the radio on. Nothing happened. Guppy pried the back of the radio off. Sure enough, there was a transmitting device on the back of it. He hooked his cistron up to it and tapped a few keys. It was a signal. A radio signal to another receiver not far from their location. According to the coordinates, it had to be just off shore – which didn't make any sense, as any boat large enough to have the radio signature he was picking up would have surely been grounded on the island's beach. "Guys," Guppy whispered, covering the remote mic. "I think they know we're here!" "WOOOP!" shouted something that was most certainly not a bird near the window. "WOOOP!" "Oh you think?" Jim-Bean shouted back. Guppy was about to put the device down when he heard it beep. A gyroscope was attached to the transmitter. And it had just activated. "Uh…Caprice? Buddy?" Caprice ducked his head in. "Yeah?" "I think…" Guppy began to sweat. "I think I just triggered some kind of bomb." Caprice walked in to get a better look. Without touching it, he traced the wire from Guppy's hand to the floor. Then he followed it into the floor. "Hey Jim-Bean!" Caprice shouted. Jim-Bean sauntered in. "Did you hear those weird noises? What's up?" Guppy gulped. "I think I'm connected to a bomb." "Can you take a look underneath this place?" asked Caprice. "Sure." Jim-Bean peered down at the floor. "Uh oh." "Uh oh!" asked Guppy. "What do you mean UH OH?" "This entire placed is rigged with explosives," Jim-Bean said calmly. Caprice sighed. "What's what I was afraid of. Don't move Guppy, and whatever you do, don't drop that thing." Guppy didn't even nod. He just got very still, eyes practically cross-eyed staring at the triggering device. "Okay." Caprice pulled a multitool from his pocket and slid under the table. "WOOOOOP!" The cry sounded like it came from within the building. Gunfire answered the cry. "Natives!" shouted Hammer from the main hall. "Lots of them!" "Almost there…" muttered Caprice, seemingly oblivious to the combat. Jim-Bean stuck his head out of the doorway to take a look. "You may want to hurry up." "Almost…there…" said Caprice. In the main hall, Hammer ducked behind an overturned table. "They're going to rush us!" Archive had just finished etching a huge Elder Sign across the span of the room in chalk. He ran over to join Hammer. "Ready!" The tcho-tchos living on Alulu Island surged through the doorways on both side of the mission. They had light brown skin, straight black hair and filed teeth. But they looked different than the tcho-tchos the agents had seen before, with an odd bluish-cast to their features and bulging watery-yellow eyes. Hammer blasted two as they entered but more half-loped, half-hopped into the room, bristling with spears and bows. He and Archive retreated to the radio room with the others, firing as they went. "I did it!" shouted Caprice, holding up snipped green and yellow wires. Archive began chanting. The tcho-tchos advanced, standing in a mass over the Elder Sign. "Did what?" asked Hammer over his shoulder. "There are explosives under the building," said Jim-Bean, as if he were reporting the weather. "WHAT?!" shouted Hammer just as Archive finished his chant. The eye at the center of the chalk pentagram opened, blazing to life with fiery fury. Natives shrieked as they burst into flames. "Get behind me!" was all Jim-Bean got out before the entire place exploded. [/QUOTE]

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