Negative Man takes a step forward. He gestures weakly to Draku and Aiden behind him then to the person wearing the gas mask. “Stand your ground against them, they’re dangerous. That said, I’d like to bring them along for questioning.”
“Questioning for what?” the man in the suit asks.
“The man in the wheelchair, Draku, has even more blood on his hands than I do.”
“Oh?” The man reaches into his suit and pulls out a pistol. “So is he the transporter? Or perhaps he was involved in whatever happened over there.” He lazily swings his gun in the direction of the second crash site.
“The latter. He’s a member of some sort of cult called the Receivers of the Sky People. He’s here to deliver some sort of shipment related to aliens.”
“Aliens?” The man bursts into a deep laughter.
Draku tenses and then speaks up. “It’s true, there is a base on this island. My superiors requested that I deliver a shipment of stolen CERN equipment here.”
“Ah, so that’s where it went. And what about the other two?” He points his pistol at the person wearing the gas mask. “Drop your weapon.”
The person in the gas mask complies. He then removes the gas mask and shouts “I was in fact Rad Shiba all along! Shocking truth!” Rad Shiba drops the gas mask to the ground as well. “I just returned from their super secret evil lair. I can tell you more if you take me and my spouse with you.”
“Where’s your spouse?” the man in the suit asks.
It’s Aiden’s turn to speak up. “That’s me. I know it seems weird, but can’t a man and his dog just be platonic partners to raise their adopted, unnamed child?”
“Wow, now the alien bullshit is actually starting to sound believable!” The man in the suit relaxes a bit. He turns back to Negative Man. “Anything else?”
“We should bring back some of the virus samples so we can have them investigated back home.” Negative Man requests.
“Excuse me?”
The man in the suit buries his face in his hands.
Negative Man starts to stammer, “L-like I was trying to say before-”
“Your mission was to destroy the samples!” The man in the suit angrily cuts off Negative Man. “I take it back, I shouldn’t have said I trusted you. You’ve never been able to goddamn do anything right! Where are the samples?!”
Negative Man shrinks down a bit. “I-I buried them over th-there.” He points toward the nose of the crashed plane.
The man in the suit cranes his head back in the direction of the helicopter. “SAM, GET OUT HERE.”
A rugged woman emerges from the cockpit of the helicopter. She is wearing tactical gear, a round helmet, and is holding an assault rifle. “Need somethin’, Mike?”
“Watch these three. Negative Man and I are going to go for a walk.”
“Questioning for what?” the man in the suit asks.
“The man in the wheelchair, Draku, has even more blood on his hands than I do.”
“Oh?” The man reaches into his suit and pulls out a pistol. “So is he the transporter? Or perhaps he was involved in whatever happened over there.” He lazily swings his gun in the direction of the second crash site.
“The latter. He’s a member of some sort of cult called the Receivers of the Sky People. He’s here to deliver some sort of shipment related to aliens.”
“Aliens?” The man bursts into a deep laughter.
Draku tenses and then speaks up. “It’s true, there is a base on this island. My superiors requested that I deliver a shipment of stolen CERN equipment here.”
“Ah, so that’s where it went. And what about the other two?” He points his pistol at the person wearing the gas mask. “Drop your weapon.”
The person in the gas mask complies. He then removes the gas mask and shouts “I was in fact Rad Shiba all along! Shocking truth!” Rad Shiba drops the gas mask to the ground as well. “I just returned from their super secret evil lair. I can tell you more if you take me and my spouse with you.”
“Where’s your spouse?” the man in the suit asks.
It’s Aiden’s turn to speak up. “That’s me. I know it seems weird, but can’t a man and his dog just be platonic partners to raise their adopted, unnamed child?”
“Wow, now the alien bullshit is actually starting to sound believable!” The man in the suit relaxes a bit. He turns back to Negative Man. “Anything else?”
“We should bring back some of the virus samples so we can have them investigated back home.” Negative Man requests.
“Excuse me?”
The man in the suit buries his face in his hands.
Negative Man starts to stammer, “L-like I was trying to say before-”
“Your mission was to destroy the samples!” The man in the suit angrily cuts off Negative Man. “I take it back, I shouldn’t have said I trusted you. You’ve never been able to goddamn do anything right! Where are the samples?!”
Negative Man shrinks down a bit. “I-I buried them over th-there.” He points toward the nose of the crashed plane.
The man in the suit cranes his head back in the direction of the helicopter. “SAM, GET OUT HERE.”
A rugged woman emerges from the cockpit of the helicopter. She is wearing tactical gear, a round helmet, and is holding an assault rifle. “Need somethin’, Mike?”
“Watch these three. Negative Man and I are going to go for a walk.”