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Date Posted: 15:56:50 11/21/00 Tue
In reply to:
Raven
's message, "Re: Final preparations" on 11:10:26 11/21/00 Tue
"Very well...if everyone's ready..." Ness led everyone to the Projector Stage and took his place behind the controls. "Good luck people."
And with that, the scene around the four of them seemed to melt away, fading to white...only to be replaced by a new one. They now found themselves in the middle od a cornfield, surrounded by rows upon rows of eight-foot tall stalks. Automatically, their Communicator?DPS systems kicked in, showing their individual locations with white dots, with names next to them to indicate who each dot represented. A little blue dot, five miles to the north, marked their destination.
Meanwhile...
"What do you mean, 'She's gone'!? That was a sealed room, for Crissakes!!"
The same Colonel who'd lead the abortive mission into New Orleans to capture the "intruders", was also in charge of the investigation into the incident. The two girls they'd captured were their only clues they really had--and their preliminary investigation had revealed that both had very...interesting abilities, far beyond the human norm. And now one of them had somehow flown the coop...
"We're currently canvassing the base..they're no way she could've gotten outside--"
"Just like there was 'no way she could've gotten out of that room,' Captain? You saw the damage to the French Quarter...there's no telling what these people are capable of. I want a search cordon thrown around this place--hard-target search, roadblocks, tracking parties, dogs, the whole nine. Got that?" Capturing that girl was the only chance he had of salvaging his career after the fiasco in the city...and they still had to "interrogate" them. He'd lost a lot of personel during the battle...and someone was going to pay for it...
"Is the other one still unconscious?"
"Yes, sir."
"Double-check her restraints, and make sure she has guards monitoring her around-the-clock. Once she coes to, inform me at once--I plan to question her myself."
"Affirmative, sir."
Outside, several squads of infantry--some moving on foot, some in trucks or APC's, all with at least one tracking dog--begn spilling out of the installation, to set up checkpoints at vital areas and to fan out into the countryside surounding the base...
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