Dear Agent Bones,
The situation is critical and time is very short, so I will be brief.
Approximately 2 weeks ago, the MV Horn of Africa, an independent supertanker flagged out of the Philippines, was hijacked by a small band of pirates in Indonesian waters. All radio communication with the crew of that ship was lost at that time.
That tanker is now steaming at full speed toward the California coast, apparently heading towards Long Beach. At its present speed and course, it will reach that port in less than 24 hours. It does not respond to any of our radio transmissions to stop and be boarded. We have made two attempts to intercept this vessel in the last four hours. On the first such attempt, the tanker failed to alter course or slow down to be boarded. We attempted a high speed boarding maneuver with several smaller boats, but suffered several casualties in the attempt due to the weather and the uncooperative tanker swamping several of the boats before they could get into place.
A second attempt at boarding by an airborne assault team was scuttled when all three helicopters experienced electronic problems as they approached within a couple of hundred yards of the vessel.
This tanker is riding low in the water and is presumed to be full of crude. We have the firepower in place to disable this vessel, but we would run the risk of creating a significant oil spill that would contaminate several hundred miles of California shoreline, which would be an ecological disaster.
To be honest, I don’t know that you can assist in this situation, but I have been referred to you by my superior officers. I have enclosed links to two different video streams of the failed airborne assault of the vessel. Please review this footage and let me know if you can provide any assistance that would avert any potential ecological damage.
Sincerely,
Cmdr J. Stennos
US Coast Guard
I clicked on the link to the first video stream. It took a few moments to for the software to load up and build the buffer.
The first image was of the blurry profile of the immense tanker as the first chopper approached it from the side, not very high above the waves itself.
The cameraman panned down the length of the ship along the deck, but the relatively low altitude of the cameraman meant that the few figure visible on the deck were indistinct. Just as the chopper was rising in altitude and the cameraman was able to begin a focusing on a tall figure walking toward the front of the vessel, that figure pointed a stick-like object towards the camera. The image dissolved and went blank.
Frustrated, I clicked on the second link and waited for the buffer to finish loading up.
The grainy footage began with a distant shot in front of the approaching tanker. The vessel was too far away, and the image too blurry at first, too make out any detail. As the copter and the tanker drew together though, the images became much clearer and the details easier to make out.
The operator of the camera used a zoom feature to get a good view of the bridge of the vessel, showing a shattered window that revealed a strange figure at the helm of the ship.
The figure used to be a man, but his race or ethnicity was no longer apparent, since what flesh remained was black with decay. Large white patches of skull clearly showed through. His eyes were the only thing that seemed to be animate. I noted an eerie resemblance of his bright red dots of fire with my own eyes. Something nefarious was animating this corpse.
As if in response to this gruesome, unbelievable image, the cameraman quickly shifted the lens of the camera to the deck below, near the very front of the ship itself. A small group of figures stood in a loose circle formation.
At the center of the formation was a figure that was taller than the others, but it was stooped over. It was covered by hooded cloak that billowed back in the breeze of the sea, but its body was still obscured by dark robes beneath. The figure leaned heavily on a staff.
Five other smaller figures stood in a loose circle around this central figure. These other figures appeared to be wearing the remnants of t-shirts and jeans, their skin resembling that of the pilot of the vessel, hanging in loose, blackened chunks.
The central figure stood up to its full height, pointing its staff with one long, skeletal thin arm towards the camera. The image disappeared into grey fuzz and then ended altogether.
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Um...I think I feel the flu coming on, might turn into bronchitus, yeah that's it. *Goes to bed until this one is over* Wake me in about two weeks please!
Ah, yes, now I remember what I was going to do this week: cash in some REITs in the southwest and go shopping through some annual reports in the environmental response sector.
Just kidding, Rusty. I have every faith in you. It's baseball season: knock the bat/staff out of that dude's hands.
What's wrong Ravyn, darling? Don't you want to go play with all that raw energy?
Naw, that's why I didn't drag you into this one.
As to that guy with the staff (a Bane)...wait til you read more about him...not quite so easy as taking his toy away!
More coming tomorrow!
Nope Rusty, just have the flu, you know, achey, tired, need a massage, just got my nails done...you have fun there, un huh, that's it.
Jim, you need some help with those reports?
Sure, Ravyn, pop on over. After study session's over, let's see what we can do to get you feeling good.
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