Everyone loves a vacation, right? Everyone loves a chance to get away from the grind of the city and relax and if it happens to be on someone else’s dime, well, so much the better.
The island is and isn’t very large. The centerpiece of it for the winter time is definitely the ski lodge which sits at the top of a large hill – too small to be a mountain, really – and provides access to a number of ski runs and hiking trails and a great view of the south side of the island where the docks are. The rest of the island is almost idyllic. Frozen streams and little valleys hide snow clad vistas out of a Disney movie. A perfect combination of manicured and natural. Whomever built this has outdone themselves.
Though that actually is something of a point of speculation. Which corp dreamed up this? They seem poised for a PR success. When asked the staff just wink and smile and say all will be revealed later.
There are a few hundred people present, most of them on the ski runs. Most – but not all – of them are mutants as are many of the resort staff. Which is interesting. Mutants are a growing segment of the population but in terms of absolute population they’re not all //that// large yet. Maybe they’re a target demographic.
A certain grey eyed hacker is standing out at the edge of the ski-lodge patio, looking down over the slopes and holding a steaming mug with an amber liquid in it. He sips. Relax, Jericho, relax. This is vacation. Nothing wrong with taking a break, right? Not like his investigations were going anywhere in the next couple of days anyway.
Behind him one of the guests – concerned looking brunette woman – is talking to the staff. “You don’t understand, I haven’t seen him for a few hours and he said he’d meet me here an hour ago. I’m worried. He’s never been in any place like this before.”
Raquel almost instantly found the number of mutants in a place like this to be unusual. Particularly given recent events with the Purifier factions- who’s to say they don’t have deep pockets somewhere? Still, she tried to let it go- at least for now. It may have just been nerves- seeing something that isn’t there.
For her part, Raquel is on skis today. She’s dressed as one might expect- the proper clothing for skiing- albeit on the lighter side in terms of warmth. She doesn’t really need to stay warm, after all.
Rowan should probably know well enough to find winning this sort of prize more than a little bit suspicious. But she also has all of the confidence of youth. It looks like fun! And besides, if there’s something weird going on, then at least she’ll be there to help make things right, right? Something like that, at least.
A luxury vacation means dressing up, and her anachronistic sense of style is on display at the lodge, wearing a 60’s style dress with a full, mid-calf skirt, a mug of hot chocolate cradled between her hands. Loosening up on her control of her powers, she’s wandering through the crowds, soaking in the emotions around her…at least until that spike of worry intrudes on the general cheer.
Kailin King wanders the grounds bundled up in as many layers as he can, not at all used to the tundras he had to acclimate to rather than the comparatively mild winters he was used to. But it was worth it to be here and he was glad he accepted the invitation.
All those sweet, sweet powers… err, people… walking around gave him a tingle as he wanders among the visitors. His senses pick up on the innate abilities of those around him and he goes through them like a tasting menu, trying to decide which ones he would like to sample, which one he might eventually keep. He doesn’t do much talking to anyone yet, but strolls among the crowds with a genuinely enthusiastic smile. It was much like those expressed by most of the people on this free vacation, just for a very different reason.
After the initial gawking when he arrived, Aleksei’s taking everything in stride. The mutants? He’s just assuming whoever built this place is one himself or caters to them such as the Institute. After all, a resort for and of mutants will never go out of fashion while one for humans will die out bit by bit like the rest of the world. While dressed for winter, he’s not bundled up and anyone near him will notice a gentle warmth radiating from him. Cheater. While not explicitly paying attention to the worried woman, he’s close enough to hear.
Kaylee hadn’t wanted to take this ‘vacation’. Jericho’s investigations might have been stalled but she had work to do – however, the hacker was going to go and the scientist wasn’t keen on letting her out of her sight for long. Her … determination … in staying around him had been raising some eyebrows and then some.
Curled on a couch on the patio, a cup of hot tea in hand, the pinkhaired biochem is watching Jericho and listening to the same discussion he is. Her eyes meet his, a single brow rising in question, as she waits to hear what the staff member has to say.
Jericho glances back. He’s tempted to ask if there’s anything he can do to help. The staffer is being soothing in that customer service kind of way. “We’ll have someone go check the paths for him, Miss but maybe he just got carried away in all the fun.”
And then the peace of the fun filled atmosphere is split by the wail of storm sirens. People begin to come in from the slopes up toward the lodge, looking confused but storm sirens generally mean ‘get indoors now.’
“Hey.” Jericho grabs the arm of a passing staffer. “What’s going on?”
“Storm warning.” The staffer has to speak quite loudly over the noise of the sirens.
The hacker glances up to the sky. There isn’t… a cloud in the sky.
It’s at that point telepaths and empaths in the crowd start to feel a ‘buzzing’. Maybe headache inducing, maybe merely uncomfortable, it’s the sensation of a powerful mind. One coming from all around.
people continue to stream inside as the temperature starts to drop precipitously. It’s enough to make Jericho shiver even beneath his winter coat. Maybe not enough to chill the big russian mutant not too far away who can cheat. Cheating is wonderful. Jericho whishes he could cheat right now.
Why, oh why is it so cold?
“Everyone we’ve got a storm coming in.” Staffers are directing people to the lower levels, the basement of the lodege. “Please come to the storm shelters. We’ll get the downstairs bar going and make sure that the party can keep-”
“NO!” The shout comes from the front entrance to the lodge. A blonde man stumbles in, bleeding from multiple cuts, clothes torn. “Don’t go down there! Don’t go anywhere below ground!”
“Nathan!” The woman who was speaking to staff worriedly calls out. That, apparently is who she was looking for.
As one a sort of… blank look comes onto the faces of all of the staff.
“Everyone get down below.” The head-staff repeats before he hops down from the bar he’s standing on and stalks toward Kailin. He’s at about Aleksei’s level of fitness.
All at once the resort staff begin grabbing at people, hauling them downstairs. Pandemonium errupts as clouds begin to form overhead seemingly out of nowhere and snow starts to fall. Lightly now but… will it remain that way. Some people are moving or being dragged downstairs. Others are trying to scatter. In the chaos two men turn into solid ice and start to ice off the exits. Another woman – redhead like Rowan – floats up to the center of the room. She just… glances at struggling people and they seem to fall to the ground or stop struggling and move off with staff.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Raquel asks, as she comes to the bottom of the slope and begins towards the lodge. She steps in just as the storm starts to come- and the man, Nathan, appears shouting. Covered in blood and with tattered clothing. That is most unusual. Things are wrong here- very wrong. The whole dragging people downstairs seems rather bad. She checks herself for her weapon- her pistol is still there, she’s no ace shot but she’s not got much else to defend herself with. “I suggest you stop forcing people to go somewhere they don’t want.” She says loudly, making no violent movements. Going downstairs seems ill advised.
It’s that low-level buzzing that warns Rowan first, wincing as her hands tighten around her mug. That’s not good. Unthinking, she sets her mug on the nearest surface, freeing up a hand to press her fingers to her brow as she closes her own mind against the intrusion. Of course, just because her //mind// may be closed doesn’t mean she’s immune to whatever the staff may do physically. For the moment, she stays quiet, trying to fly under the radar long enough to determine just what’s going on.
As the storm warning is given and the temperature starts to fall, Aleksei frowns and glances up toward the sky and into the distance. “There’s no storm in sight.” he points out. Obviously, there’s a glitch in the equipment. And why would it be necessary to go to shelters even if a blizzard was coming? Is the resort so poorly built? As a hand reaches for him, he swats it away. “Nyet.” he states firmly and turns into metal when he sees they’re not taking no for an answer. “What happened to you?” he demands of Nathan, moving toward the man.
It’s possible the womans partner, companion, has just been … delayed. There are several bars in the resort after all and Kaylee tends to agree with the staffer, still she notes it and settles to enjoy her tea for a change.
As the sirens sound though, she sighs and uncurls from the couch – not noticing at all the feel of the stronger mind. For all that the woman with pink hair presents as human, her brain is a quantum one and not affected by telepaths or other similar mental interferences. Still she shivers violently as the temperature tanks and pulls her coat more tightly around her “That’s … not normal…” she murmurs to Jericho with a frown. And then Nathan appears and the biochem shakes her head at the staff “I don’t think that sounds like such a good idea. What happened to this ma—-”
Iced up entrances and telepaths knocking people out? That’s not good – that floating woman has the look of Dora Grey about her. “We’ve got problems.” she shoots at Jericho expecting some form of very dry response to her stating the obvious. Her hand closes around her trusty ICER pistol that she always carries.
Who takes their weapon on vacation? Kaylee does.
Kailin King looks confused, genuinely, then keeps that look once his survival instincts kick in. Whe the head-staff comes in his direction, he just looks surprised and puts up a facade of a resistance. He allows himself to be grabbed by the resort staff and led to the lodge, struggling enough so that the confusion appears genuine and he’s slowed a touch to getting to the lodge.
His feet shuffle through the snow as Kailin stumbles and turns back and forth in the grip of the staff. “What… what’s going on?” He looks about, taking in the tactical situation in his hurried glances, assessing the situation and his options. It isn’t the pleas to go inside that bother him. It is the lengths the staff goes to in order to make it happen. As Kailin approaches the threshhold of the front door of the lodge, though, his mild struggling suddenly becomes a much more physical halting. “I believe the custom is to buy me dinner before you take me back to your place, yes?”
His abrupt stop is accompanied by the flickering appearance of several glowing balls of light as all supernatural powers immediately around him and the doorway suddenly constrain themselves within the bounds of reality, minimized or nullified altogether.
The wild eyed man – Nathan is apparently his name – looks at Aleksei as the big man moves toward him. “Down below! There’s something down below that… feeds on mutants. Drains us of energy, gets into our heads. It’s already-” One of the icy mutants makes a flying tackle at Nathan and takes him to the ground. Then he turns and tries to ice down Aleksi and freeze him in place. Which might possibly be a mistake.
Jericho seems to have a similar idea to Kaylee and Raquel. He draws a weapon and fires it into the air twice. Most people drop to the floor. It’s a natural reaction to unexpected gunfire. It also sort of clears the line of fire for the weapon wielders. “There’s already people downstairs!” Jericho shouts to the other people who are taking action. Which means they are possibly in trouble. He takes aim at the other of the two icy mutants and begins to fire aimed shots. He knows that his weapon is of limited use against ice but he also knows that the guy won’t want to stand there and get shot. And indeed. He doesn’t, diving for cover.
The floating redhead turns to look at Rowan as people around her hit the deck when the weapons come into play. “Ah, another one. Telepaths are so delicious. Come here, miss.” That mind, the buzzing that Rowan can feel, seems to gather around the floating psyhic and lash out at her. It’s like the mind is somehow projecting through the other Grey clone rather than coming from her. Using the floating woman as a conduit of some kind. Actually, if Rowan takes a moment to concentrate, the buzzing mind has a presence in all the staff. It’s operating them like puppets and it’s powerful… but it’s also unsubtle. Untrained. Unused to wielding power like this. A strong man in a martial artists contest. Impressive, but predictable.
“Do not resist.” The big man in front of Kailin makes another grab at him but suddenly finds his strength much less than it might otherwise be. He’s still strong, but he’s normally strong. As strong as one might expect someone that buff to be and not… mutant levels of strong.
Over on the other end of the room – earest to Kaylee and Raquel, a door thuds shut as a dark skinned woman in a staff uniform with the same blank look and glowing white eyes closes the ‘storm shelter’ and locks it, turning to prevent anyone from getting in. That’s not how a storm shelter works. Not at all. She looks right to the mutant investigator as she issues her warning and taunts with a smirk. “If you want them back, come get them.”
Like Aleksei is going to stick around long enough to be turned into an ice sculpture. As he starts to ice up, he channels all the background radiation he’s absorbing into downward thrust and blasts off: just not at the ice mutant. Fight fire with fire might be a popular saying but it’s stupid tactics. You fight fire with water. Or, given the century, foam. Whatever. The point is, he’s not using physical force against a physical opponent. Instead, he’s heading for the floating telepath who’s focused on Rowan.
“That’s effective …” Kaylee mutters to Jericho, drawing her own weapon from the holster she wears and turns to start heading down the stairs. “Cover me …” Forgetting she’s a LMD is part of her programming and in her mind, she’s just a human. A squishy, squishy, human who is going to do something rather brash.
As the ‘Storm’ clone barricades their access to the shelter, Kaylee doesn’t hesitate, aiming that weapon of hers at the womans chest and squeezing the trigger. It looks and sounds just like the real deal and at this distance, Kaylee shouldn’t miss. “As you wish …” the words from a favourite movie delivered in that calm, oh so british accented, voice of hers.
Raquel is never really sure how her abilities will work- all she knows is that she is more than likely to survive. “Alright.” she offers as she pulls out her own gun and begins to fire at the same woman as Kaylee. “You’ll be fine.” she states over to Kaylee as she takes careful aim before pulling the trigger. Less than lethal rounds are packed in this particular pistol- hopefully, they’ll be effective.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Rowan takes a few steps forward toward the floating woman, pushing back her own moment of uncertainty. “What are you doing here? What is your end game? You think you’re going to feed on all of us?” Rather than a brute force attack, she tries to weave her mind past the other woman, seeking out the mind behind her, the mind that’s operating all of these staff and visitors.
Kailin King holds up his hands and moves foward into the lodge. “Fine. Fine.” He stops again when the dark skinned woman closes the storm shelter. He Kailin looks from the closed the door to the big man, back to the closed door, then to the big man. “I do not resist, but…” His African accent comes through heavy as he motions to the locked door and lights continue to swirl.
“It seems as though not everyone on your staff is as customer friendly as you. Perhaps you have the key? Then we can go inside.” Kailin doesn’t have to buy more time to watch things come together. The locked door does it for him. So Kailin waits and allows the door to work in his favor, in more ways than one.
That mind that Rowan is seeking, she finds it. It actually is remarkably easy to find.
It’s everywhere. All around them. It’s in the earth, the air and the animals on the island. The obvious if somewhat disturbing conclusion is that the mind she’s sensing //is// the island. The island is controlling the staff, very likely through the telepath or at least communicating through them.
And if that’s true, it’s the island itself that’s attacking them.
Which makes the rumble, it feels like a small earthquake, all the more ominous.
As Aleksei moves away from the ice-guy Jericho opens fire on him. Bits of ice chunk and spall off the figure before the hacker himself is forced to move away. He’s laying down a lot of fire, the hacker but it’s all he can do to keep the two ice people focused on him and away from the others.
The other telepath does not see Aleksei. She’s too focused on Rowan and trying to mentally pin her down and she just //can’t//. For all her power she doesn’t have the experiene that even the relatively young SHIELD agent does. And she’s not keeping track of her surroundings which… she might be about to pay for.
Kaylee and Raquel both put a dart into the dark skinned woman who just… slumps over. Maybe she wasn’t expecting a gun. Or two guns. Maybe she had meant to do something but couldn’t do it in time. Whatever the case there’s nothing between them and the door. At the moment. The big guy is rapidly leading Kailin over and fishing for keys in his pocket. He doesn’t speak to the seemingly surrendered mutant but he apparently //does// have them. Probably has keys to most things on the island, really.
Heading straight for the telepath, Aleksei extends an arm to hook around her as his shoulder takes her in the midriff. The two mutants continue toward the wall of the lodge, slamming into and then through it without Aleksei slowing at all. See Rowan? He doesn’t need practice flying with a passenger.
“Guys.” Rowan raises her voice as much as she can over the chaos, unwilling to spare an ounce of her mind for a telepathic link. “We’ve got a bigger problem. Whatever it causing this is just working through these people. Either it’s the island, or it’s linked to the island. And it feels pretty mad.”
As Aleksei tackles the other telepath, she tries to mentally slip past and around the other woman, almost as if offering a hand to the mind behind her. It’s a soothing sort of mental pressure, rather than a true attack, like one might try to present a soothing front to a wild animal.
Raquel looks over to Kaylee. “So, we going inside, Agent?” she asks as she looks around the room. Taking a moment to get a better sense of what is going on here. “There are people down there that need help.” she continues, as she herself heads towards the door the now fallen woman had closed off- fully meaning to try and open the door and see what lies below the island.
Kailin King continues to allow the large staffer to take him towards the storm door, but that doesn’t keep him from seeing Kaylee and Raquel put darts into the the female staffer with the raise of an eyebrow. “It seems like poor customer service is not good for business…” He trundles along as they reach the door and there’s more will-o-wisp lights flaring then fading around Kailin and the man in front of him as he continues to get dragged towards the storm shelter door, still speaking to him. “But you have mastered the art of the mobile deep tissue arm massage…” Kailin semi-struggles his left arm in the big man’s grip. “I can’t believe it was not mentioned in the brochure.”
When they reach the door, Kailin waits patiently for the large man to get his keys out and put them in the door. He looks back to Raquel and Kaylee who approach as well and ask about going inside. He gives a polite nod of his head, an awkward and silly motion considering he is still held by his arm. “Are you going this way as well?” His Wakandan accent comes out in casual tones as though it were not chaos all around them. “Allow us.”
As the man extends himself to do so, Kailin takes the opportunity to throw his shoulder into the man, tackling him through the door using the large man’s own super-strength. The door that is already prone to splintering doesn’t stand much of a chance. He keeps the large man down, if he’s still conscious and nods forward for the two women. “After you.” Because he’s nothing if not polite.
“Jericho, Ms Munoz, with me.” Kaylee’s field training kicks in – almost. The sensible thing here would be to check for the key to the door – but she’s a little focussed on getting into the shelter. “We’re going in the there. Rowan, if you can extricate yourself here, you’re help will be welcome.”
“By all means…” she says with a flourish as Kailin does the honours. “I wish I had my bag of tricks with me. But this was supposed to a mini-vacation… Guess you can’t trust these travel promotions anymore.” Seeing Kailin trying to hold the man down, Kaylee raises a shoulder “Let me help him sleep that headache off.”
With a deft motion, she removes one of the darts from her pistol and ‘pokes’ the big man with it. “Shooting him seems a little overkill, don’t you think?” Then it’s into the shelter the scientist goes, taking the stairs carefully and paying as much attention as she can “Can either of you feel anything, by the way? Pressing on your minds?”
That is… one way to open a door. The stairway behind it goes down to a landing and turns to the right. The big guy hits the floor – still out his own superior abilities – and goes limp. Unconscious. That’ll be that, it seems.
When the agents reach the bottom they find themselves in what looks like a wine or root cellar. Or it would be if it had furniture. Instead what it has are a bunch of people unconscious and tangled up in roots which seem to be draining them like leaches, except not so much on the blood. Some of them look to have struggled. They’re not struggling now.
In the center of that room as the agents enter roots start to burt up and come together forming into a humanoid shape in moments. One that turns to face them with a snarl.
The psychic that Aleksei just shouldered into still struggles. She’s just had all the wind knocked out of her AND been slammed through a wall but she’s still amazingly conscious. She looks in bad shape though as she focuses her telekinetic might on the flying, muscled man and tries to push off him. It isn’t working and she semes to be having trouble focusing… so she switches tacks, attacking the man’s mind directly. The attack is, as with the ones on Rowan, powerful but unsubtle and unskilled. Looking for something traumatic to bring to the surface and assail Aleksei with.
That presence seems to… settle as Rowan begins to sooth. The island stops rumbling. The staff that are still up seem to become unfocused and uncoordinated. Enough that Jericho can put one of the icy-men out in the background. It is entirely possible that Rowan might be able to put this mind to sleep. It seems to be headed that way now.
Raquel seems unconcerned in regards to the happenings here, at least, for the moment- she’s heading towards the door and getting ready to open it. “Sorry. If there was a dangerous presence in my mind, I’d likely evolve some sort of defense. For all I know, my brain is made of non-organic materials or I’ve evolved an insulating layer of some kind of dampening material, or maybe I’m just brain dead.” Which seems like an odd thing to say, she still seems to be functioning. “Nervous system like that of a sponge or jellyfish.” she shrugs, “In any regard- I don’t feel anything right now.”
“I’ll try,” Rowan calls after Kaylee, her mind clearly elsewhere at the moment, despite the chaos around her. They’re on an //island//. If it decides to shake itself apart, then no one is getting home safe. So dealing with the angry island is her first priority. As the mind behind it seems to settle, she continues to weave her own mind through it, gently plucking tendrils from the minds of the staff and the people around them like tucking in a sleeping toddler. Nothing to fear here, no need to be angry. Wouldn’t it just be so peaceful to sleep?
It’s very, very easy to find something traumatic in Aleksei’s mind as it isn’t buried very deeply at all. It’s being helplessly locked into a simulation and having his mind manipulated for someone else’s purpose. This isn’t fortunate for the telepath trying to assail his mind. “NO!” he shouts into her face. It’s a reflexive impulse to tighten his grip around her and end the threat though it’s arguable whether the outcome would be different if he was thinking clearly. There’s a crack of breaking bone and they plow into the ground, finally coming to a halt at the end of a long furrow.
Kailin King pushes up from the ground with a nimble hop and dusts off his hands. “Thanks,” he offers for keeping the large man asleep. “My mind is clear though. Nothing that I can notice,” he responds to Kaylee. He follows the two women down further into the passage, still enjoying the high of the man’s super strength. He carries it with him as he heads down the landing to the cellar. He stops at the steps and looks around, trying to figure out what it all means. The roots tangled over the unconscious people don’t leave a lot of room for interpetation, though.
The Wakandan stays back, letting the agents make the decision of what happens here. He didn’t know nearly enough about what was going on to make a call one way or the other. Instead, he just waits and sees, staying alert for any creeping vines that might try to sneak up on any of them.
“Really?” Kaylee’s distracted for a moment by Raquels revelation, so much so she nearly trips down the stairs. “Ooops…” she says as catches herself, refocussing on the task at hand. “And you’re welcome.” That’s to Kailin as she takes the final step into the ‘basement’. “Oh… this is fascinating and horrifying all at the same time… ”
What? She’s a scientist!
“We need to get these people out of those bowers. The only thing I have with me are the dendrotoxin darts and there’s no guarantee that they’ll work on plant matter.” She’s already dropping the remaining darts she has from the pistol, handing them to Raquel and Kailin “I mean, they might – it’s all organic material, after all. These are darts, inject the contents into the roots and it might cause them to —” She’s babbling as she works the problem through and the other two are probably thankful when the humanoid plant person appears, cutting Kaylees musings short.
“Hello there. A bit upset there’s enough sunshine down here?” She really isn’t the quickest when it comes to wit under pressure but she stoops to the nearest root she can reach and stabs the dart in, hopefully letting the dendrotoxin start to work it’s way through the bio-mass.
The plant creature snarls again but seems to sway and stagger. Rowan can feel the mind of the island finally drift away into sleep and the remaining staff just seem to slump in place, completely out.
“Where’d Aleksei go?” Jericho looks through the hole and… he’ll probably have to go find the man in a minute. If he doesn’t come back on his own.
“We’ll want to get SHIELD here.” Not that Kaylee can hear him from down in the basement but Rowan who is still in the same room can and might be able to do something about that.
In the bottom of the ‘storm shelter’, in the back there are several prisoners who look like they’ve been there a lot longer. One of them is in a very expensive suit and Raquel might recognize him as Ellis Morrow, the CEO of Momentum Labs, a smaller but still quite wealthy corporation and an afficionado of yahting. Odd. He looks like he’s been here for months but… there’s been no report of him being missing.
Whatever the mystery it’ll have to wait for the moment. For now there’s people that need help and it’s probably a good idea to get all these vacationers off this island.
“I evolve. That’s all I do.” Raquel replies to Kaylee. “Put me in a dark room, and I can see. Put me underwater and I can breath….” Raquel blinks as she notices one of the prisoners. She’s quick to head towards Ellis Morrow- Corporate girl that she is, she knows this man is important. “Yeah, call shield- these prisoners who’ve been here a while need to get to a hospital sooner than later.” she’s quietly helping Ellis to the surface, “Mister Morrow, I’m Raquel Munoz. I’m going to take you to a hospital.”
Once topside she’s already contacting a local hospital, letting them know there will be people incoming. She furthermore hires some kind of air transport to come out and help the worst of these people. It’ll be good PR for her company, ultimately, to be first responders to a scene like this to help people out.
Mister Morrow, though, will get a personal transport to the best hospital in Chicago. He’s probably got the credit to take care of himself.
Aleksei climbs back to his feet and brushes himself off, gazing down at the woman lying in the dirt. Having no idea what happened down below, he just attributes her unconsciousness to having been snapped in two like a twig. Which might be the case. In either case, she’s no threat so he heads back tot he lodge.
Rowan lets out a breath as the island returns to slumber, taking a slower step back and looking around herself. As Aleksei returns, she quirks a brow. “Was that a good landing, or a bad landing?”
Kailin King watches the plant creature also start to go to sleep and he takes the opportunity to start snapping roots with his hands. The super strength comes in handy for that and he works methodically as the island seems to ‘rest’. He rips through the roots like they were paper, making it easier for them to help the sleeping prisoners. “I’m Kai, by the way… It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even in such an unusual way.” He introduces himself around as he helps get people up the stairs safely, carrying a person in each arm easily. He’d stack them one on top of the other, but that seems somehow wrong, so instead he just makes many trips, making small talk along the way.
Aleksei shrugs at the question, not bothering to look back through the hole in the side of the lodge. “Any landing you can walk away from…” Which is pretty much all of them for him. “She’ll need an ambulance. So what was downstairs?”
Who can resist a free vacation? Not many but those who don't soon learn there's no such thing as a free lunch.
February 11, 2051
Lake Michigan - Chicago