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walking_napalm) wrote2008-09-19 02:33 am
walking_napalm) wrote2008-09-19 02:33 am
Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense
"What is it this time, guys?" Liz calls, business-like and quick, as she catches up to the knot of mobilizing agents moving down the hall. The scene is controlled chaos, the familiar red warning flashing and sending sharp scarlet light across people's faces as cases and crates are wheeled this way and that way. The roar of a plane's propellers is audible even from here, though the hangar's a ways down the corridor.
"Getting reports of at least one Wendigo in a rural area of Manitoba, maybe more," Agent Steel answers.
Liz snags her gunbelt from a passing case and starts buckling it on. "Casualties?"
"At least three people from a remote village have turned up shredded; maybe more, the full report's still coming in."
"Great," she mutters tightly, securing her belt, checking her gun, and grabbing a vest off another case, all while still on the move. "Love the ones with shredding."
"Getting reports of at least one Wendigo in a rural area of Manitoba, maybe more," Agent Steel answers.
Liz snags her gunbelt from a passing case and starts buckling it on. "Casualties?"
"At least three people from a remote village have turned up shredded; maybe more, the full report's still coming in."
"Great," she mutters tightly, securing her belt, checking her gun, and grabbing a vest off another case, all while still on the move. "Love the ones with shredding."