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[gone_byebye]

Mid-January, 2008
RCMP/Ministry of Extraordinary Threats Emergency Hangar
Alert, Nunavut, CA

Even in times of the highest tension and most danger, people find ways to keep themselves busy, and neither the Ghostbusters nor the men and women of the world's northern watch bureaus were any great exception. "Ray? Ray! Ray, check it out." Venkman shook his friend's shoulder. "Egon's in a fight with one of the Inquanok guys."

Ray opened an eye and glanced sideways. Several of the Danish contingent and a couple of the Pohjola Project's Sami members were gathered in a semicircle centered on Egon and a broad-faced, dark-eyed man in Danish uniform. "Wow. Spengs is looking kinda..."

"Green," Winston finished for both of them. "That's freaky. What are they fighting about?"

"The worst thing they've ever eaten," said Venkman. "Eske's winning."

Ray and Winston exchanged glances. They both knew Egon's eating habits. "How?" Ray finally asked.

"That's not food," Egon suddenly said, loud enough to be heard over the snickering Greenlanders. "That's biological waste. You can't consider anything with that level of ammonia in it to qualify as edible."

"This from the man who admits to eating casu marzu," said his opponent with the serene smile of a man who knows he's won. "Hákarl is nothing-"

Winston shook his head. Ray gave up on the possibility of a nap and stood up. "Has anyone seen where Captain Korpan went?" he asked, and one of the Finns pointed. "Thank you."

He found the Canadian in the tiny office attached to the hangar, one hand pressing his headset against his ear and the other taking frantic notes. As Ray walked in Korpan lifted his eyes, winced, and held up a piece of paper that read:

Magnetic fields flaring
Deep ones report Russian helicopter near 82.7° N 114.4° W
Radio comms dorppinng like brick

A moment later Korpan scribbled one last line:

Dammit, I can spell. Marines on the way. Tell the others. We're going in.

Ray shuddered, nodded, and went in search of a better door.


[OOC: Assume everyone will be arriving from Milliways within five minutes of each other. Also, don't click on the food links above if you have a weak stomach.]

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Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

In the past, Kit has boasted that she can drive anything. However, she never said she could drive anything particularly well--particularly not a vehicle that's seventy-three years more advanced than anything she's ever used before. It's all she can do to keep the snowmobile upright and avoid the more extreme dips and bulges in the ice.

She glances over her shoulder at Tyler--sorry, 'Moon Shadow'--who's clinging to her for dear life. "You okay back there?" she asks, raising her voice to be heard above the wind and engine noise.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Tyler's been on more bizarre bumpy rides than any gradeschooler should ever have to endure. That being said he doesn't particularly like riding on crazy-moving vehicles, so his expression through the cowl and helmet is as the icon depicts.

"I've had worse rides! Eyes FRONT PLEASE?" He yells over the wind and angine. "How much farther until we get to the goon squad?"

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

"Should be gettin' close now..."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

And they are. The first sign of that is the smoke rising in the distance, where not even the local Inuit ought to be. The second is the faint whiff of that smoke on the wind- something rankling and unpleasant, if difficult to identify.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

Kit kills the engine and lets the snowmobile coast to a very bumpy stop.

"We'd better go the rest of the way on foot. The engine noise'd give us away."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Tyl- Ahem. Moon Shadow nods, looking towards the smoke and covering his nose at the smell on the wind.

"Yes'm. Whatever they're burning...it smells like Malphast's gym bag."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

"Well, bein' upwind should make us harder to hear... but it means we can't use knockout gas to take out whoever's waitin' for us." She cracks her knuckles and grins. "Looks like we get to do this the fun way. C'mon."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

"I'm getting questions about your definition of 'fun'." Moon Shadow replies, trotting after her and hoping really really hard that they don't get caught before they find out what's happening here.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

Melville once spoke of a certain whale as having a hump like a snow-hill. The rises in the local ice aren't quite as big as a sperm whale's hump, but they're certainly large enough to afford a little concealment. It'll take some creeping up and peering around, but when that's been accomplished, whoever peers out first is going to notice:

- the form of an extremely large and extremely advanced-looking helicopter at rest on the ice;
- a widely spaced ring of torches, their flames high and bright;
- a not-so-widely-spaced ring of men in dark winter gear, carrying guns of varying sizes and capacities, and
- a brazier mounted on a tripod, burning with clear green flames that do indeed smell like the gym socks of something supernatural.

Close by the brazier are two other men, one in a military greatcoat embellished with metallic embroidery along the edges (mostly occult symbols which the Squirrel might have seen before), and one looking very much as if he's become far too familiar with the many uses of duct tape recently for his liking.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

For a moment, Moon Shadow is ...simply not where Kit saw him last.

"We might have to re-think that 'jump in and fight them all' plan a bit." Moon Shadow murmurs, peering over the top of the snowhill and pointing out the man wrapped up in duct tape and looking very much the not-happy camper about it. Then he's...gone again?

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

Kit blinks and looks around. "T--Moon Shadow? Whered'ja go?"

How lousy a scout do you have to be to lose track of your own teammates?

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

"I'm right here!" The moment the kid speaks up he's visible again.

Depends on what kind of gear your teammates are using unknowingly.

"....what?"

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

Kit doesn't have a 'WTF' icon, but we assure you she's using that expression right now.

"You just kinda... appeared outta nowhere just now."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Moon Shadow appears again...as he's focused more on Kit's words than being not seen. "...I was invisible?"

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

"Apparently. When'dja learn to do that??"

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

"I don't know, maybe it's something from part of the gear I'm wearing!" With all of the stuff he's packing, it's a strong possibility.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

She glances back over at the men surrounding the brazier, then back at Tyler.

"D'you think you can do it again?"

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

Moon Shadow looks at the brazier, nervously and ducks down against the drift...disappearing for a moment before he speaks, arming the tazer setting on the grappling gauntlet.

"...one way to find out..."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

The Flying Squirrel nods. "Just try to get close enough to hear them."

She readies a flash grenade, just in case.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

With that Moon Shadow disappears again after nodding, focusing entirely on trying not to be seen, as he pads out over the ice towards the men and the duct-taped man.

Pleasedon'tseemepleasedon'tseeme

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

The men with guns are lean-faced, narrow-eyed and alert. They are not, however, capable of noticing Moon Shadow just at the moment- for whatever reason. He passes right on by, the auroras flickering and shifting overhead.

As he draws nearer to the brazier the sock-smell grows bizarrely sweet, being still fresh from the fire; it smells of tangerines, and cedarwood, and other things the gadget hero probably can't identify (unless he really does have a metapower and it's the recognition of scent notes). The flame crackles and sizzles, but the sound isn't yet loud enough to block the sound of the great-coated man's voice.


.... speaking in Russian.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[basic_powers]

If a mini gadget-hero facepalms while invisible, does anyone notice him?

Apparently not as Moon Shadow turns on his radio comm to get The Flying Squirrel in on the talks. Or at least get some guideance to the situation, even if he can't talk without losing his invisibility.

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

Back in the snowbank, the Flying Squirrel's radio ring crackles to life. She puts it close to her ear, frowning as she listens.

Katya Baxter's mother is from Russia. Kit's not exactly fluent, but she can understand enough...

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[gone_byebye]

"Almost time, Mr. President," the speaker is saying. "Even now the Sukhoy Nos is circling its target. When the time is right, the both of us will know. The sky will show it, and the sea beneath the ice beneath our feet. And who knows? I might not have to make you an offering to the Power after all. You might very well live to see both he and I coming into our own."

"I did tell you that if you did not waver, we would have what we deserve."

Re: Action Time: Team Helicopter

[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

...oh, shit.

"They're offering the President as a sacrifice," she whispers into the ring. "They're waitin' for a sign that things are about to rip open, an' then they're gonna kill 'im to push it the rest of the way."