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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5411025" data-attributes="member: 3285">Fear of Falling: Part 3 – All Your BaseThe night sky was illuminated by a fireball flaring overhead.&nbsp; It was the plane.The explosion mingled with the thunder and lightning, nature's fireworks overshadowing the folly of man's flight. Guppy took a headcount.&nbsp; &quot;Where's Caprice?&quot;Archive frowned.&nbsp; &quot;Good question.&nbsp; Where's the crew?&quot;&quot;They didn't all make it, &quot;said Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;At least one of them—&quot; A corpse exploded as it splattered to the ground nearby.&quot;No parachute,&quot; Archive noted.&nbsp; &quot;That means…&quot; He looked up. The eye thing billowed down from the sky.&nbsp; &quot;Get back!&quot; shouted Jim-Bean, pulling the pin on a canister of tear gas with his teeth.&nbsp; &quot;Since this thing likes eyes so much, let's see if it can cry!&quot;The thing landed over the corpse just as Jim-Bean threw the tear gas at it.&nbsp; Smoke concealed its form, mingled with the flickering lights of the crashed plane and the lightning above.&quot;Fire!&quot; shouted Hammer.The agents blindly unleashed on the cloud. Gunfire was drowned out by the crack of thunder. &quot;Did we get it?&quot; asked Guppy after they finally stopped firing.&nbsp; &quot;Did we get it?&quot;The smoke dissipated.&nbsp; There was nothing to be found.&quot;Where'd it go?&quot;&nbsp; asked Archive.The answer came as it materialized over Guppy's head, tendrils curling towards his face like a lover's embrace. &quot;Look out!&quot; shouted Hammer, raising his pistol.But before he could respond the eye thing squealed in pain as spotlights suddenly flashed over it. Eyeballs tipped several of the tentacles, and as the light played over the thing it yanked the eyes out of the beam. Hammer couldn’t help but wonder if Caprice’s eyes numbered among its tentacles. It darted upwards into the sky.Machinegun-mounted jeeps rolled up, driven by camouflaged soldiers.&nbsp; Automatic weapons bristled.&nbsp; &quot;Weapons down, hands up!&quot; shouted one of them, presumably the leader.Hammer dug out his badge.&nbsp; &quot;We are members of the Center Intelligence Field Agency.&nbsp; I'm Agent Hammer.&nbsp; This is my team.&quot;&quot;Major Bynum,&quot; said the leader by way of introduction.&nbsp; &quot;Now if you'd be so kind, please put your weapons down and your hands up.&quot;Recognizing his British accent, the agents complied and the soldiers relaxed.&nbsp; &quot;We seem to have been blown off course,&quot; began Hammer.&nbsp; &quot;You've got that right mate,&quot; said Bynum.&nbsp; &quot;You're at the Royal Air Force base at Watton, in Norfolk, England.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 5411025, member: 3285"] [b]Fear of Falling: Part 3 – All Your Base[/b] The night sky was illuminated by a fireball flaring overhead. It was the plane. The explosion mingled with the thunder and lightning, nature's fireworks overshadowing the folly of man's flight. Guppy took a headcount. "Where's Caprice?" Archive frowned. "Good question. Where's the crew?" "They didn't all make it, "said Hammer. "At least one of them—" A corpse exploded as it splattered to the ground nearby. "No parachute," Archive noted. "That means…" He looked up. The eye thing billowed down from the sky. "Get back!" shouted Jim-Bean, pulling the pin on a canister of tear gas with his teeth. "Since this thing likes eyes so much, let's see if it can cry!" The thing landed over the corpse just as Jim-Bean threw the tear gas at it. Smoke concealed its form, mingled with the flickering lights of the crashed plane and the lightning above. "Fire!" shouted Hammer. The agents blindly unleashed on the cloud. Gunfire was drowned out by the crack of thunder. "Did we get it?" asked Guppy after they finally stopped firing. "Did we get it?" The smoke dissipated. There was nothing to be found. "Where'd it go?" asked Archive. The answer came as it materialized over Guppy's head, tendrils curling towards his face like a lover's embrace. "Look out!" shouted Hammer, raising his pistol. But before he could respond the eye thing squealed in pain as spotlights suddenly flashed over it. Eyeballs tipped several of the tentacles, and as the light played over the thing it yanked the eyes out of the beam. Hammer couldn’t help but wonder if Caprice’s eyes numbered among its tentacles. It darted upwards into the sky. Machinegun-mounted jeeps rolled up, driven by camouflaged soldiers. Automatic weapons bristled. "Weapons down, hands up!" shouted one of them, presumably the leader. Hammer dug out his badge. "We are members of the Center Intelligence Field Agency. I'm Agent Hammer. This is my team." "Major Bynum," said the leader by way of introduction. "Now if you'd be so kind, please put your weapons down and your hands up." Recognizing his British accent, the agents complied and the soldiers relaxed. "We seem to have been blown off course," began Hammer. "You've got that right mate," said Bynum. "You're at the Royal Air Force base at Watton, in Norfolk, England." [/QUOTE]

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