Post by badwolf on Nov 3, 2018 20:49:00 GMT
The Mojave desert, a seemingly endless stretch of scorching sands and the setting sun. Driving down the road a older gentleman and young woman in a blue convertible seem to be having the time of their lives. As they drive the young brunette girl with clothing that screams out call girl gets cozy with the considerably older man. Some time later they pull off to the side of the road as the sun began to set. The two of them start to fool around when out of nowhere the front right tire pops with a loud bang. The woman jumps nearly a foot off her seat in shock.
"What the hell?!"
The older man let's out a haggard cough and wheezes a little bit.
"Calm down, it's just the tire. I'll call someone to bring a car and take this one in to the shop."
"Ugh unbelievable fiiine, I hope it doesn't take too long."
The old man takes a look at the deflated tire trying to see what punctured it. They were not moving so it must have been something already under the car. He fiddles around in the sand trying to find something sharp when a sharp pain hits his hand.
"Oh damn it to hell!"
"What?! What happened?!"
"Ah nothin darlin just cut my hand on some... Glass?"
"Well be careful, I may need those big strong hands later."
She says with a playful tone. The older man smirks and chuckles as he reaches down to push himself off the ground... A long tendril quietly flies up from the sand wrapping itself around the mans throat, he tries to let out a scream but the tendril's strength instantly cuts off his air. After a few seconds of struggling a spear like three foot stinger rises from the sand to pierce the mans throats letting out a small spurt of blood. The struggle he makes dies down quickly as the light leaves his eyes and his flesh around his neck near the wound grows small tumors. The tendril as quick as it rose pulls the man down into the sands with such force and yet silence that his shoulder makes a loud snap.
"Hm? Hey are you ok over there? Baby?"
The young woman stands up lookin where the older man should have been.
"Hey where are you? This isn't funny if you dont come back I'mma drive this thing outta here flat tire or not!..... John? JOHN!"
As she lets out the loud shriek the car takes a hit as if a drift on sea and struck by something below the waves. The woman is thrown out the side of the car onto a small rock no larger than a kitchen table. She's dazed for a moment before she regains herself.
"Ohhhh owww... What was that?"
Under the sands before the woman a large bulge forms, it slowly grows taller before her as the woman backs up in fear. The mass of sand shakes and makes rattling noises and hisses, the woman screams...
[The next day]
Sitting at the terminal in McCarran international Cebra with a duffel bag in hand observes the elevated television with a few other people. The news anchor reports of numerous disappearances of tourists and locals travelling the desert. There is a travel warning put in place and checkpoints leading out to the desert. The blame is being put on the rise of gang activity, kidnapping and slavers.
"The most recent suspected victim of the kidnapping Niles York was last seen leaving his hotel room with a female companion. His intended destination is currently unknown. All we do know is the vehicle used had minor damage and there are no bodies or tracks left at the scene..."
Cebra had been following this story for the past week and it peaked his curiosity. Entirely possible it has nothing to do with anything truly nefarious or organised by Orion but better safe than sorry. Not to mention the various other villains Cebra has faced could have a hand in this but time will tell. Cebra never had a problem skirting around the authorities and running his own investigation being an expert in espionage and subterfuge. He'd already taken care of fake FBI credentials and a background and now would set up his gear in his hotel room. The room wasn't anything grand or flashy but appropriate for a federally paid employee, maintaining his cover was a fine art.
After he set up his gear, various tools he would have a hard time fabricating in the field. Considering there was not much metal available in the desert and there might be other police around it was best to keep his use of powers to a minimal for now. After having a drink and a taste of the local cuisine he got to work heading out towards the desert crime scene
ready for whatever might be out there.
"What the hell?!"
The older man let's out a haggard cough and wheezes a little bit.
"Calm down, it's just the tire. I'll call someone to bring a car and take this one in to the shop."
"Ugh unbelievable fiiine, I hope it doesn't take too long."
The old man takes a look at the deflated tire trying to see what punctured it. They were not moving so it must have been something already under the car. He fiddles around in the sand trying to find something sharp when a sharp pain hits his hand.
"Oh damn it to hell!"
"What?! What happened?!"
"Ah nothin darlin just cut my hand on some... Glass?"
"Well be careful, I may need those big strong hands later."
She says with a playful tone. The older man smirks and chuckles as he reaches down to push himself off the ground... A long tendril quietly flies up from the sand wrapping itself around the mans throat, he tries to let out a scream but the tendril's strength instantly cuts off his air. After a few seconds of struggling a spear like three foot stinger rises from the sand to pierce the mans throats letting out a small spurt of blood. The struggle he makes dies down quickly as the light leaves his eyes and his flesh around his neck near the wound grows small tumors. The tendril as quick as it rose pulls the man down into the sands with such force and yet silence that his shoulder makes a loud snap.
"Hm? Hey are you ok over there? Baby?"
The young woman stands up lookin where the older man should have been.
"Hey where are you? This isn't funny if you dont come back I'mma drive this thing outta here flat tire or not!..... John? JOHN!"
As she lets out the loud shriek the car takes a hit as if a drift on sea and struck by something below the waves. The woman is thrown out the side of the car onto a small rock no larger than a kitchen table. She's dazed for a moment before she regains herself.
"Ohhhh owww... What was that?"
Under the sands before the woman a large bulge forms, it slowly grows taller before her as the woman backs up in fear. The mass of sand shakes and makes rattling noises and hisses, the woman screams...
[The next day]
Sitting at the terminal in McCarran international Cebra with a duffel bag in hand observes the elevated television with a few other people. The news anchor reports of numerous disappearances of tourists and locals travelling the desert. There is a travel warning put in place and checkpoints leading out to the desert. The blame is being put on the rise of gang activity, kidnapping and slavers.
"The most recent suspected victim of the kidnapping Niles York was last seen leaving his hotel room with a female companion. His intended destination is currently unknown. All we do know is the vehicle used had minor damage and there are no bodies or tracks left at the scene..."
Cebra had been following this story for the past week and it peaked his curiosity. Entirely possible it has nothing to do with anything truly nefarious or organised by Orion but better safe than sorry. Not to mention the various other villains Cebra has faced could have a hand in this but time will tell. Cebra never had a problem skirting around the authorities and running his own investigation being an expert in espionage and subterfuge. He'd already taken care of fake FBI credentials and a background and now would set up his gear in his hotel room. The room wasn't anything grand or flashy but appropriate for a federally paid employee, maintaining his cover was a fine art.
After he set up his gear, various tools he would have a hard time fabricating in the field. Considering there was not much metal available in the desert and there might be other police around it was best to keep his use of powers to a minimal for now. After having a drink and a taste of the local cuisine he got to work heading out towards the desert crime scene
ready for whatever might be out there.