Friday, March 19
Righteous Triad Fists: Part 2 – On a Mission
The missionaries’ building was a small wood-frame house on the south side of the island. Hammer stealthily padded up to the veranda. It was marred by signs of damage and forced entry. The front door was hanging on one hinge, three-quarters open.
"Something very bad happened here," said Guppy, stating the obvious.
They all looked to Jim-Bean, who had one hand out before him, eyes closed. "All clear," he said. "Nobody's home that I can see."
They entered a main hall. It appeared to have been used as a triage area/emergency room/waiting area for the natives needing medical attention. Ten empty wooden chairs were lined up around the walls, and the walls were pockmarked in several places by what looked like bullet holes.
Caprice ducked into one room and Guppy followed. What’s left of a radio and a simple transmitter were scattered about. The few pieces of electronic equipment were all mangled by gunfire. Two chairs were overturned on the floor.
A bird shrieked in the distance. "Woooop! Woooop!"
Guppy ducked into an adjacent room. The words “Meteorological Office” were printed on the door to the room in English. It had been smashed open.
Radar equipment, a barometer, a hygrometer, a wind gauge, a weather vane, and a radio were housed in the room.
Guppy fiddled with the devices. They were all intact and operable.
"What the hell is that?" asked Caprice from the other room.
"I don't know," said Guppy over his shoulder. "Something big and weird." He turned the radio on. Nothing happened. more
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