Oil Platform, North Arctic
Agent
Spencer Reeds and Agent Julie Branon hitch a ride aboard the
USS Flaxfire
. Grines calls in a couple of favors to get the two aboard the submarine and into the Arctic Ocean undetected.
The submarine is equipped with the latest in stealth technology enabling it to get within a half mile of the oil platform. Spencer and Branon go out in a prototype wetsuit, designed to withstand extreme cold temperatures and a compact rebreather each.
The swim to the oil platform goes smoothly. Other than the ice cold water biting at their faces, they stay relatively warm. Upon closer inspection the agents learn the platform was a semi-submersible platform. Typheryian obviously doesn't plan to remain there forever.
The climb up one of the platform's legs proves to be a bit of a challenge compared to the swim over. The climb or the cold isn't the determining factor in slowly them down considerably, it is the wind. The fierceness of it threatens to knock the agents loose with every gust that comes in.
After an hour they reach the top without incident. The platform is still and empty. The moon has just peered out fifteen minutes before they reach the top and casts an eerie glow across the platform's surface. The two agents slide over under the cover of the shadows and check their weapons in silence.
Julie of course has
Kogarasu Maru
strapped to her back. Strapped to her waist and legs are no longer the dual S&W .40mm pistols, but rather a specially made holster belt strap that holds dual
H&K MP7A1
submachine guns with suppressors. Each carries a forty round magazine. Julie has a belt full across her back of extra magazines.
Spencer on the other hand carries a
Glock 22
with suppressor which uses
S&W .40mm
rounds and a
Remington 870 Marine Magnum
.
"You ready?" Spencer whispers to Julie.
"The question is: are you?" Julie fires back. "I just hope you are prepared to take out your girlfriend the moment you see she isn't on our side."
Spencer throws her a look of hatred mixed with sympathy. He dislikes the woman because of her total disregard for almost everything and he feels sorry for her because of how she is. It doesn't matter what she thinks she knows or if she is even right about Sam, he is going to bring her back or die trying.
"Don't worry about me," he says after a brief moment of silence. "I'll do what I need to and I
will
complete the mission."
"Good," she says. "The whole world is at stake tonight."
——
Spencer
and Julie maneuver across the platform meeting little resistance. Their progress is stopped when an eerie glow lights the sky as an intense beam falls to the center of the platform, disappearing inside.
"That's where we need to be," Julie remarks once the beam of light fades.
The platform closes in on itself hiding the chamber that sits just beneath the deck. For all intents and purposes the oil platform looks like any other, but both the agents know better and now they have a direction to go.
——
Totally
oblivious to the two agents stalking around, Typheryian stands in front of the
Ancient
, Electra, clad in Mythril chains.
You fool; you are going to pay for this
, she spats venomously at him.
Sam snickers as she stands motionless behind the elder demon. Typheryian attributes the snicker to Electra's threat not knowing Sam is only in agreement with her.
And what makes you so sure?
Typheryian questions. Electra just glares up at him, wordless.
You must refer to your sister, Maia
.
"Sir," a technician interrupts with a shaky voice. "We have movement in Sector Four."
Well maybe you are right
, he says with his gaze still boring into the
Ancient
.
Here comes your sister now, but I regret to inform you that she is too late
.
Typheryian smiles and steps back allowing Sam to brush past him. She flexes her fist a couple times before letting it fall open revealing long clawed nails.
Go ahead you inferior bitch!
Electra spats.
My sister will enjoy tearing you apart slowly into little pieces.
Sam stands silent over the demon, flexing her hand.
"Target is two hundred meters," the technician reports an update.
Sam still towers over Electra, flexing her hand and staring down upon her.
What are you waiting for?
Electra yells.
Sam waits feeding of the demon's despair. In reality, demons are not much different than humans or any other race. Strip away everything they can cling to or desire and this is what is left.
Then a crash comes from the window. Glass flies in every direction. The technicians throw up arms to block the glass from hitting their faces. Sam and Typheryian stands motionless, except for Sam flexing her hand, as the glass streams by them.
In the now windowless viewport stands the figure of Maia, the greatest of the seven sisters. She has shoulder length red hair and a much toned body. Her wrists are wrapped in a leather-looking material. She wears a bikini-like top of similar material attached in the center by a single ring. Around her waist is a matching cloth tied to one side over her hip barely covering a leather-looking thong.
She is beautiful in the human form she has chosen and Sam thinks it a shame she has to kill her along with her sister. Without another second going to waste, Sam steps in and slashes Electra's throat, ripping through the skin with ease.
Blood and bits of her throat fall away with Sam's hand, splattering as it passes through the air. Electra's head slumps a second later. A blood curdling scream fills the chamber and Maia suddenly has large curving dagger in each hand. The blades easily stretch as long as each of her forearms.
Maia snarls, dropping into a low stance, ready to pounce. Sam copies the stance, throwing her arms out to her sides with her clawed hands ready. They face each other; eyes locked waiting for the other to make the first move.
Then the assault begins as Maia grows tired of the little game being played between them. She launches herself forward striking out with the blades. Sam dodges and ducks between strikes throwing out little strikes herself at the
Ancient's
sides, stomach and legs.
Sam doesn't know how powerful the
Ancients
were after every summoning. Typheryian assured her he doesn't know either, just that when the summoning was over, Sam had stole eighty percent of their life force
Sam plays with Maia for a few minutes. The strikes from the elder demon are pathetic and clumsy. Sam is enjoying the confusion spread widely across Maia's face. She silently berates herself knowing she is barely holding onto what humanity she still possesses. She is out from under Typheryian's thumb, but not nearly as clear of her demon side.
It is time to end this.
She lets one of the dagger strikes come way too close to her as she steps in. As Maia's arms slides past, Sam grabs her wrist and uses her body as leverage to snap the bones in Maia's arms. The dagger falls to the floor with a clatter followed by Maia herself when an elbow strike to the back of her head sends her down.
Typheryian claps his hands.
Very good Samantha