"WHO SENT YOU?!"
Phil's words crackled with an exhausted frustration, even apparent over the finely tuned speakers. His face contorted to the point of breaking, his flushed cheeks bled dry by the varying distortion of the satellite uplink.
And Grissom Montag peered at the screen, looking through the eyes of Smith's captive.
"It's a very clear reception, given where they are..." Tegan commented, standing over him.
He nodded slightly, forefinger still propped against his upper lip in thought.
"Sir?"
Montag glanced up briefly, and then back at the screen again.
"...later, Tegan. Thank you." he dismissed. She said nothing, simply collecting the forms back into her hands, and leaving the quiet office.
"I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO KILL YOU! TELL ME!!"
"No." Grissom mumbled, tapping a command into his keyboard. "No, you are not in control here, Mr. Smith. Not today."
Ten miles out in the Mediterranean Sea, Phil's face froze with momentary confusion. His captive was beginning to convulse, eyes rolling back. Veins began popping out all over his neck, and face. And to Phil, it seemed like he was about to......
"....fuck...." he spat, suddenly throwing his prisoner forward, immediately falling backwards into the water.
A plume of water suddenly erupted with enough force to toss Phil's telekinetic bubble in a brutal flotsam of fleshy-red foam. The shockwave slammed into him at over a hundred-miles-an-hour, punching the wind from his lungs, and clouding his mind in darkness.........his body slowing sinking into the cold sea.
"Raptor Corp....this is Uncle." Montag's voice spoke over every Raptor comm in the area. "Phase One observation is over. Execute Phase Two."
The Corp air carrier began a banking turn to make another final pass over the engagement area, all airborne agents turning as well in a unified formation.
"Bring them home."
"Drop me!" Grimm shouted at Icarus, their eyes locked on the sudden explosion that had engulfed Phil. Icarus released the mammoth form he had been straining to keep aloft, spinning back to take on more of the Raptors.
"WE NEED TO GET TO LAND!" Lykopis shouted over the natural air turbulence. "HEAD WE---"
Her words ended sharply, as two Raptors physically rammed them at over seventy-miles-an-hour. Victor instantly lost his hold on her, and Lykopis found herself falling again.
Grimm plummeted straight towards the water, eyes locked on where Phil had submerged. Hitting the water feet-first, he twisted and turned, scanning feverishly for any sight of the man.
A metal tether fired out, latching onto Lyly's ankles, binding them together in mid-air. A second fired, and latched her wrists together tight. A flick of a switch, and the two coils magnetized, jerking her into a hog-tied, submissive position. She began to struggle. But, a high voltage surge down the coils quickly ended that.
"{Subject Beta secure.}", one of them said, the two hauling their prisoner towards the carrier.
Grimm burst back up to the surface to grab another breath of air, when he suddenly found himself being rained upon by small, golf-ball-sized metallic spheres. He quickly dove back down, as two Raptors made a fly-by of his position.
He had gotten no more than a couple of feet down, when they activated the spheres. And, immediately, his course was halted, as the water thickened, and went stark white around him. Grimm strained to go back up, his body finally succumbing the sub-zero temp that quickly cocooned him.
Above the surface, the two Raptors fired tethers at the same time, grappling hooks locking into the now-floating chunk of frozen sea water. With a bit of strain on their jet packs, the blob of ice slowly rose up and out of the water. Clearly visible inside, Grimm sat locked in a swimming motion, caught like a fly in amber.
"{Won't he suffocate?}", the one Corp soldier asked over their commlink.
"{Negative. The Temp Spheres are feeding the O2 from the water directly to him, while keeping the ice solid during transit.}"
"{The boss thinks of everything...}", the first one replied. "{Subject Alpha secure.}"
The God of the Wilde quickly faded away, succumbing to four missles that had honed onto his position with ease. Dropping like a stone towards the sea, one of the Raptor's paused.
"{What about him?}"
"{Negative. He's not on the list.}", another replied.
Both turned, and flew back off, letting Merrick drop to his probable death.
Icarus dropped two more Corp soldiers with professional shots, turning to see his crew being captured, one by one. Before he could respond, though, he saw Grimm's frozen form, and immediately panicked.
"Phil." he grunted. And with a grit of teeth, and a roar of thrusters, he shot straight down towards the sea...
"AAGGHH!!" Victor screamed, struggling against the anti-grav field that held him aloft, his body spinning around with no point of hold or reference. Multiple electrical charges surged and fired through his body. After about seven of these, he finally succumbed. Trickles of blood from his eyes and nose, his breath went shallow as he faded into unconsciousness.
"{Be sure and keep him in that thing, too...}", one of his captors added to the other holding the field tight. "{...this one's a mad dog.}"
"{Subject Epsilon secure.}"
Okay, okay....water mask...goggles...fins...scuba gear....ANYthing!, Icarus thought, his mind racing frantically, as he roared past two Raptors in pursuit. The churning sea frothed below, racing to meet him. Aaannnnnnddd.....NOW would be a good time!
The two Raptors veered off, as Icarus' form vanished into the sea below. They looked at each other, a bit confused as to what to do.
"{Uhhh...Command One...this is Raptor-847....Subject Foxtrot just took a splashdown below the hard deck. Please advise.}"
{847, Command One....Uncle is recalling Raptor Corp. Will advise subjects Foxtrot and Charlie unobtainable. Sterilize area, and fallback to carrier for extraction. Over...}
"{Roger that, Command One. Sterilization commencing...}"
The two Raptors nodded at each other, and, immediately began firing off marble spheres into the sea around them. After deploying a few hundred, they both jetted upwards in unison, waiting for certain height before hitting a switch on their wrists.
The sea below instantly erupted in a foaming ball of flame, as an explosion in the equivalent nature of eighty-pounds of TNT thundered under the waves.
All of the Raptors swarmed back to the carrier in formation. Once loaded, the massive craft veered up into a cloud bank. Ten minutes later, a refueling plane met them. Ten minutes after that, they extended four seperate sets of turbines, and went supersonic.
Headed for North America.
One hour after that, on the coastline of Bremerhaven, Icarus Sidewinder emerged, hauling the limp form of Phil Smith. Icky's left hand was locked over Phil mouth and nose, a strange suctioncup-like device extending from his palm. A pop of pressured air, and he removed the hand, lying Phil onto the rocky shoreline with care. All of his special extensions folded back into his body, wearily collapsing next to the man with a sharp exhaustion that sucked his consciousness away...
