A Touch of Brimstone Log 6
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xp_logsJohn discovers that the assault is not as it seems
The sublevels of Muir Island were truly massive. Part of it came from the centre's own complex support systems, which went far beyond the normal HVAC and plumbing requirements of an average building. The other part was the fact that Muir Island itself was a honeycomb of caves and underground rills bored into the porous rock by the relentless North Atlantic weather. In building, many areas had been reinforced and fixed with pumping stations to limit erosion and increase structural integrity. It also made a useful warren to hide in.
The Dark Riders moved silently and with purpose. Even the massive one, Tusk, made little sound, despite the large two handled box he was carrying. On point was Gauntlet, his terrifying visage sweeping left and right as he slowly led them down through the maze of shafts and access ways, like he'd been here hundreds of times.
John stayed deep in the darkness, waiting for them to pass well on before moving on quietly behind them.
They moved with purpose, occasionally stopping to check a read-out to confirm their location. The underworks had missing sections; areas where infrastructure had collapsed long ago or were blocked by partially completed renovation. Each time they reached a blockage, they would back up slowly and start moving down an alternate route, refusing to be stopped.
He could hear the sounds of battle above, but what the Dark Riders were doing below made no sense to him. Unless they were after the shelters, which meant they'd been running into X-Men sooner or later, and John could link back up.
They stopped in front of a massive door. It looked like it had come from a super-max prison, part of Muir's extensive containment protocols in case of a disease or a mutant gone wild. Gauntlet stepped back from the door and allowed Psynapse to come forward and work on the door controls. Based on their map, through the door was a direct line to the shelters. They stood in silence until the door slid open. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of combat and visibly set up to join in.
The door opened and the Dark Riders started their assault. John pulled out his zippo, took a deep breath, and flicked on the flame.
The sublevels of Muir Island were truly massive. Part of it came from the centre's own complex support systems, which went far beyond the normal HVAC and plumbing requirements of an average building. The other part was the fact that Muir Island itself was a honeycomb of caves and underground rills bored into the porous rock by the relentless North Atlantic weather. In building, many areas had been reinforced and fixed with pumping stations to limit erosion and increase structural integrity. It also made a useful warren to hide in.
The Dark Riders moved silently and with purpose. Even the massive one, Tusk, made little sound, despite the large two handled box he was carrying. On point was Gauntlet, his terrifying visage sweeping left and right as he slowly led them down through the maze of shafts and access ways, like he'd been here hundreds of times.
John stayed deep in the darkness, waiting for them to pass well on before moving on quietly behind them.
They moved with purpose, occasionally stopping to check a read-out to confirm their location. The underworks had missing sections; areas where infrastructure had collapsed long ago or were blocked by partially completed renovation. Each time they reached a blockage, they would back up slowly and start moving down an alternate route, refusing to be stopped.
He could hear the sounds of battle above, but what the Dark Riders were doing below made no sense to him. Unless they were after the shelters, which meant they'd been running into X-Men sooner or later, and John could link back up.
They stopped in front of a massive door. It looked like it had come from a super-max prison, part of Muir's extensive containment protocols in case of a disease or a mutant gone wild. Gauntlet stepped back from the door and allowed Psynapse to come forward and work on the door controls. Based on their map, through the door was a direct line to the shelters. They stood in silence until the door slid open. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of combat and visibly set up to join in.
The door opened and the Dark Riders started their assault. John pulled out his zippo, took a deep breath, and flicked on the flame.
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