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nextgenerationmarvel2012-06-09 03:05 pm
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I'm Setting Booty Traps.
In the desert outside of Sedona, Arizona a large, metallic structure appeared after an evening of strange lights swooping and whirling around in the skies. A couple locals went into the one story structure to check it out. Their truck was still sitting outside of the strange building a day later. The police were called in. The local sheriff didn't trust the federal government, but he knew superheroes could probably handle whatever this thing was.
He put in a call to the Future Foundation. Then he sat back and waited. Also, he kept an eye on making sure no one else did something dumb like go into that thing like Larry and Daryl.
He put in a call to the Future Foundation. Then he sat back and waited. Also, he kept an eye on making sure no one else did something dumb like go into that thing like Larry and Daryl.
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"Ryan, check around the sides for openings. I'll check up top."
With that, Remi was airborne and scouting out the roof for an opening, a seam to tear, or any other way to get inside.
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He started with the area where he was sure the door had been, and then started moving counter-clockwise.
There had to be a way in somehow, right?
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What followed happened all at once.
The metal facade on the walls fell away, revealing massive glass panels with bright orange gas that detected as hydrogen cyanide mixed with other deadly chemicals.
The thin metal plates on the ceiling above them pulled into the walls to reveal a thin membrane of glass. The glass was supporting glowing, light blue goo that detected as highly acidic.
The blocked doorway turned into a large panel giving read-outs on the various systems ready to trip if anyone tried to leave the room. Though there was a head-sized spot where the Imaginauts could peer through to the other room.
If they looked, they would see control panels had raised out of the floor and the door back outside reopened.
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"This is.... QUICK! What do we have in our pockets?"
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And then there was a door back where it was supposed to be.
"What in Davy Jones' locker?" Sometimes the nautical slipped out. He stepped over to the doorway and stuck his head in.
"And where'd everybody go?"
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Oh yes and a light saber. A small one.
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His brother who often lost battles with simple machines like toasters...
Yeah, they were so screwed.
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He blinked at the ceiling where Mary's voice seemed to be piped through a speaker. He stepped fully into the building.
"Mary? Imaginauts, where are you?" From Remi's position, he couldn't see the small window in the wall across the room.
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"Uh. Remi?" Ryan walked over to the tiny little window and saw Mary and Jacob staring back at him.
He grinned and waved at them, excitedly. "I found them!"
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"Get us out of here! There's deathy-stuff in here!"
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With her pockets now empty Alexa stood up and pinged a small metal object not unlike a tire gauge against one of the walls. The sound vibrated out but no echo returned.
"Sound goes out but does not come back. The cycle is broken. We are in a very distinctly separate area in this structure and it appears to be rigged against physical attempt at escape. Which means we have to rely on technology. Griffin, do we have anything that might help us look for alternative power sources?"
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He approached the small window Ryan had pointed out. That he could only see Mary and Jacob did not set him at ease. Thankfully, he heard Alexa in the background with technical jargon a-flowing.
He looked around for some sort of seam to take advantage of. "Okay. Lift the wall or punch the window?"
He had to ask because there had to be a reason Jacob wasn't punching his way out of there.
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"I'm picking up different wave lengths. Some of them don't appear very strong.... Re-calibrating again."
They should be able to find something.
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Except he couldn't see anything of the sort.
He frowned.
"That's...not good."
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She resumed her Skrull form. "There has to be a way out. All death traps have a way out. It's villain cliche number two, right after the monologue."