Waters Along the Cape.



The demon reds, have long been known to be technologically challenged and were largely unschooled in the art of closed quarter combat. They were little more than physical bodies sent here to do hells bidding in the human world. And not considered intelligent by any stretch of the imagination, but they did know enough about the human ways to know, that you simply couldn’t let your guard down, they knew enough by now to set up a watch detail at every outpost so they could see an attack coming at anytime. Seeing as how nothing non organic could pass through their Portal from hell into the human world they were forced to come through naked, without weapons of their own forcing them to adapt as quickly as possible to the human ways, they were still miles behind the humans from a technological perspective, and although they had learned much about the hand held weaponry of the time they were still quite primitive in much of their approach to modern combat.
Saturday Nov 22nd 2069 0200 hours, 22 miles from the coast of Cape Nazareth. The transport craft carrying the members of team Alpha, will cautiously stay above the cloud cover so as to not be spotted by the reds that have taken over an abandoned off shore oil rig. Even though the reds are not a technological threat, it is known that they still have become wise in the ways of communications and even the slightest hint of an attack would be forwarded to the outpost on the Nazareth shoreline. The transport is fast approaching the drop zone when Agent Samantha Bliss goes over last second details of what is expected of them. They should be in the water for less than ten minutes when they rendezvous with the beach craft that will take then ten miles inland down the Jericho Straits, well behind the reds outpost. As they move towards final approach she gives the team the signal to move to the edge of the small platform that they will deploy from, Moments later she gives the co pilot the thumbs up and leaps after them into the icy water. The Transport glides through the mist and fog off of the coast line and makes the ascent back into the clouds, as Samantha Bliss surfaces she finds that all members of her team are present and accounted for before checking her watch, their timing is perfect as she hears the beach craft arriving to pick them out of the water. She signals their position and it slowly glides to a stop to their right, they board it and one at a time go beneath deck to remove their wet suits. The beach craft turns into the Jericho straits towards their final destination ten miles inland.

Priss.



She has long remembered how as a child her grand parents would bring her to this place on holiday, it was strictly a place where people would visit while on vacation, and the endless acres of resort hotels that lined the beaches along the straits, seemed to her at that time to reach out of their earthly constraints like giant arms to welcome and embrace their guests. At present as she sits in the transport she sees many of those same hotels largely destroyed now, and many others simply abandoned, now occupied by the Hell spawn. She closes her eyes and surprisingly to her in her mind, she sees the face of the she demon they think of as “Priss”. Samantha wonders to herself what she must be like, and what secrets that she may hold for them to unlock if any. And why did Threshold send them to find this she devil if they truly have no idea who she really is. A feeling of dark despair suddenly overcomes her, she is growing tired of living the life of a mushroom, being kept in the dark and living off of a steady diet of bullshit.
They deploy from the beach craft on a secluded beach head just six miles from their target zone, she motions for them to spread out and with the head count complete she motions to the beach craft captain who tells her that he’ll be back in 48 hours to pick them up. They check their headgear and do a communications check, and all members can hear thru their ear pieces. Samantha bliss smiles as crackling thru her own headset she hears the familiar voice of Lifeguard.
“Good morning Samantha.”
She motions silently for the team to move out, and they begin their six mile trek inland to find Priss. Samantha is in the lead and The large gentleman known as Klinger is on her right when she gets a startling warning from Lifeguard that they are about a quarter of a mile from some rather significant movement by the reds.
“What is it Lifeguard?”
“I’m not sure Samantha, but by the looks of the signature formations the way they are traveling it looks to be some type of convoy. There is a slight incline ahead of you about twenty yards, it looks to be a hill, you should be above the convoy.”
She motions for them to spread out and they all make their way slowly towards the hill that Lifeguard spoke of, with Samantha and Klinger taking the lead. When they reach the top they survey the scene below them through night vision goggles, and at first they do not believe what they are seeing. There is a column of males leading the way most now are pausing to rest, but what has their attention is a small half naked female in chains, she is sitting in the dirt at the feet of the male reds, and when she turns her face towards Samantha’s line of sight, she sees two long horns protruding from her forehead, it is the Female demon named “Priss” and she appears to be a prisoner.

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