North Arctic
The
lithe form of Samantha Reeds falls to the floor of the large cylindrical chamber she is in. The chamber stretches from the floor to ceiling with many tubes and wires of various sizes slithering away from it into multiple places throughout the room.
Typheryian stands in front of the chamber watching the young
Djinn's
naked form laying curled in a ball at the floor. He has a smile spread across his face.
Did it work?
"Yes my lord," a technician studying a set of computer screens says after a moment. "The subject has drawn the sufficient power from Merope."
How are her stats?
"She is in excellent condition. Actually better than we initially thought."
Excellent.
"Shall I have Natalya and her group eliminate Merope?" another man asks from behind the
Asura
.
No. Let Merope have a little fun for her sacrifice.
"Very well sir."
And get our young subject to her quarters. I want her well rested before the next summoning.
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Merope
stands in the center of the stone circle wearing a dress-like cloth that covers one breast that hangs from a piece of jewelry which wraps around the back of her neck. The dress wraps across her body and covers the opposite hip and runs the length down her left leg.
Her opposite breast is covered with a similar piece of swirling jewelry. Her lower legs and arms have equal type of material lacing around them exposing much of her skin. Her skin takes on a dark tone that shimmers in the light.
A wicked grin spreads across her face showing of pearl white teeth beneath a perfect set of lips that would make even Angelina Jolie jealous.
She looks around, spinning in a circle taking in all the sights before her. The land is full of luscious green fields. The helicopter she blasted with a wave of energy lays crumpled in a smoldering ruin.
This planet is too beautiful to leave it that way. She closes her eyes trying to sense a heavily populated area. It takes a few minutes to find a large conglomeration of people which has her perplexed briefly. It causes a frown to form on her face, but she quickly dismisses it. Her quarry is pegged.
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London
Julie
has a private jet outfitted with the best in technology the
Black List
had available. Midway to their destination they received word that London had fallen under attack by some kind of strange creature. The military were called in shortly after it became apparent the police weren't up to the task of stopping it.
They had the pilot change course but London wasn't allowing anyone to land. When they were told to turn back, Julie had other intentions. Giving orders to the crew to bail out, she took control of the small plane and flew it straight into the newly created
no fly zone
. It didn't take long for the military to shoot first, warn later and both Julie and Spencer found themselves parachuting into hostile territory.
Their landing didn't go without attracting attention. They landed five miles out from where Merope was the center of the city's attention. They were met by a British fireteam.
Their hands go instantly to the sky while the duffel bag Julie carries drops to the ground. The fireteam effectively has them covered with two in the front and two behind.
"Hi there," Julie says smiling. "Guess you're going to tell us we don't need to be here."
The Lance-Sergeant doesn't break a smile or stride. "On the ground or we won't hesitate to shoot."