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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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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."

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...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."

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basic_powers

...Crud.

He can't reply or he'll become visible again, so for a few seconds he tries thinking of something -to- do.

Very, very careful not to make any noises he removes two of the Daffy Putty eggs from his belt along with their controller. The first one, is getting set to airbag. After a few seconds the first egg bursts in runlets of pinkish goo the seemingly 'devour' the president.

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gone_byebye

The next burst of Russian that Kit hears isn't the kind of thing ANYONE hears from their mother. It's followed immediately by barked orders to everyone in hearing range to find the infiltrator and incapacitate them NOW. This is being spoken as the man in the ornamented greatcoat backs away and reaches for a concealed weapon.

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basic_powers

There is no one in SIGHT.

Except when an egg pops into existance at the Ornamented's feet, beeping rather omniously.

You see..the second putty egg? The person who programmed the Containment setting... reads far too many webcomics.

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gone_byebye

Nothing good has ever come of anything beeping like that, ever, in the man's experience. He draws an extremely large pistol, and-

Oh. Oh, man.

English doesn't even have words for the things he's shouting now.

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Suddenly there's a familiar voice shouting in English: "Moon Shadow, cover your eyes!"

Then there's a muffled boom accompanied by a blinding light from the flash grenade that the Flying Squirrel just tossed into the group of thugs. Anyone who can still see will now observe a small woman in a gray suit and cowl charging forward, a feral snarl on her face.

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gone_byebye

Visual functions offline, Captain. The only thugs left who can actually see were on the far side of the helicopter, and they're too transfixed by the sight of that one egg in action to be accomplishing much of anything.

The nearer ones are snarling themselves when they're not pawing at their eyes or trying to find the source of the English shouting by ear alone.

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basic_powers

The thugs that weren't blinded by the light won't notice an invisible boy sneaking up around behind them.

At least, not until he punches one of them between the legs with the taser gauntlet.

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gone_byebye

Yeah, no. That one's gonna be jerking around like a Ferrari in fifth that got dropped down to first without warning. The other one, however, still has hold of his gun- and he's going to start shooting in the vicinity of his compatriot, and apologize for any wounds incurred later.

Call it pre-emptive self defense if you like.

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basic_powers

Oh POOP.

A small man in a grey uniform appears from nowhere running away from the fallen thug, eek-ing. Moon Shadow remembers that just one blood sacrifice could bring down doom on them all. He's got bullet-proof armor, he's pretty sure Mr. Twitchy doesn't, so he's running for the nearest snowhill.

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

The source of the English shouting is currently beating the living daylights out of anyone within reach. She's used to taking on opponents twice her size; the fact that they currently can't see just makes things that much easier.

The sound of a screaming child, however, is somewhat distracting. Her head whips around. "Tyler?"

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gone_byebye

The men she's attacking are trained bodyguards, and very good at what they do, but they've never been trained to go against superheroes. Even non-powered ones. The blind-fighting skills you'd find in Spetznaz types just aren't there, so the Squirrel is coming out looking like Jet Li on a good day-

At least, until she turns in time to catch sight of the still-visually-capable Russian getting ready to attempt a flying tackle to bring Moon Shadow down.

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

Before she even consciously registers what's happening, she's already pulled a boomerang from her belt and thrown it toward the man pursuing Moon Shadow. If she's lucky, it'll clock him on the back of the head and bring him down before he can make the leap. If she's unlucky...

Well, let's just hope she's lucky today.

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basic_powers

Moon Shadow is doing exactly what Mr. Revenant would tell him to do. Be a sneaky little bugger. Which the gunman is going to find out as Kit's boomerrang misses by that much.

The henchman gets a surprise as the kid is..grinning, and throwing something into his face that explodes with a hisssss.

Short range gas capsules.

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gone_byebye

That henchman is going down, and going down fast. Those are good gases in there; it might be a while before he gets up again...

Mind you, the others are still active, and at least one of them has enough targeting sense to come at Kit's actual location with a punch that could knock a mule for a loop.

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

He's fast, but the Flying Squirrel is faster. She sees the oncoming fist, grabs the arm attached to it with both hands, and uses the momentum of the man's punch to fling him over her shoulder and onto the ground a few yards away.

He won't be getting up for a while either. He'll probably be a lot crankier than Tyler's opponent when he does, though.

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basic_powers

The sum total of Moon Shadow's opponents have been shot in the twig and berries with a taser, goofy-gassed and have had to evade the spiked tentacles...of...

Moon Shadow looks where the tentacles had gone still. "Oh crud, the cultist!"

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gone_byebye

"Over here," calls a voice, in heavily accented but otherwise perfectly clear English. "Your gadget lost the fight."

The speaker made it up onto the same tripod as the brazier, it would seem; a moment later he leaps down to the ice, staying in a crouched position. His expression is distorted with an unwholesomely painful-looking smile.

"So someone thought to offer me competition after all. I had wondered if anyone on this side of the barrier was going to try."

As he comes to his feet his hands come alight with the same clear green fire that burns in the brazier above.

"Although how you think you're going to stop me from delivering the City into Azathoth's hands is beyond even me."

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"Buddy, I deal with crazier nutjobs than you before breakfast in the morning," replies the Flying Squirrel. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna stop me."

It's a bit hyperbolic, but Mister Greatcoat doesn't know that. And hopefully he'll be sufficiently distracted not to notice the little gray cylinder that Kit's pulling out of her belt...

From:

basic_powers

Keep distracting him Kit, the kid's going to try and make himself scarce.

Now see you him now you.. where the heck did he go?!?

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gone_byebye

"I'm not surprised, truly," says the man. "Always good to know someone is taking care of the competition. The fewer troublemakers lie between my lord Azathoth and the Pole, the better my chances of supplanting His most potent servant..."

The next words that he shouts are in no language fit for the tongues of men as he whips a fistful of that green fire straight at Kit's head.

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

The Flying Squirrel leaps sideways to dodge the blast, while simultaneously throwing the grey cylinder at the Russian man's feet. It detonates with a sharp report and a spark like a firecracker going off.

Those magical flash grenades may not be too flashy, but they get the job done.

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gone_byebye

They do indeed. The man's face pales as the fires around his hands flicker and die; he can see, and he can act and all, but every particle of mystical awareness he has has just been whited out in a flood of indescribable pain.

He drops into a low, wide crouch, hands coming up in a fighting stance; if he can't bring this woman down the way he'd planned, he'll do it any way he has to.

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trustydriver.livejournal.com

The Flying Squirrel gets to her feet and assumes a similar stance. "So ya wanna do this the old-fashioned way, eh? You think you can put up a better fight than your hired goons?"