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One by one the high security doors opened as the cargo arrived. No words were spoken, everyone was anxious despite the almost ridiculous safety measures: The heavy steel sarcophagus' lid was held closed by several locks, it was securely strapped in place in the cargo area, behind the thick doors of an armor-plated truck. Inside with it were six men - highly trained mercenaries, armed with assault rifles and armor-piercing rounds. It was a rolling fortress - nothing could get past the 5 inches of bulletproof steel that formed the sarcophagus' exterior, even if it got into the truck and past the guards. Absolutely no chance of getting in - but that wasn't the men's concern...

It was what was inside the container that made them worry. This...thing, it was otherworldly. In all their years of combat they had never encountered something even remotely similar. Some of them still insisted this was all a dream and they would wake up in barracks, to fight in yet another pointless battle - and it would still be better than guarding this thing...this creature...this monster.

Finally the vehicle came to a stop. Some guards sighed in relief, being glad this was the last part of their mission, others checked their weapons, afraid this could be the last task they'd ever take.

The driver hopped out of the cab and gave the sign to start unloading the cargo - yes, this would soon be over. And then everyone would scatter across the world, where they came from, and pretend this day never happened. Just as the sarcophagus was being lifted out of the truck, the leader of this escort mission, codename Black Alpha, heard the clacking of a pair of high heels. He turned his head to see his current employer, who had gathered this group of elite soldiers from all over the world just for this mission:

Dr. Eva Bishop. A tall woman somewhere in her forties - though her age didn't really show, she could be 32 as well - with her long, silky black hair tied back  in a graceful ponytail. Just as last time she was wearing a lab coat over her black tank top and miniskirt. That woman sure showed a lot of leg for her age - not that Black Alpha had a problem with that though.

Realizing where his thoughts had wandered off to, he shook his head and cleared his throat - he had to look professional - even in front of such a bombshell. But her legs sure looked nice, covered in those nylons...

Thankfully it was Dr. Bishop who spoke first, otherwise some stupidity might have slipped off his tongue:

"I hope you had a nice trip back, Captain."

That got Black Alpha from an imaginary Dr. Bishop in his bed back to reality - he would've much rather stayed in his fantasy. Their mission target still unnerved him.

"Honestly? I had more joyful rides back in Afghanistan. When you know what's inside that sarcophagus you constantly fear it might break loose - even with all the precautions."

"But you retrieved your target?"

"Yes, and it cost one of my men an eye. I don't know what you want from this...this...", he nodded at the now erect sarcophagus behind him,  "this thing - But, by all that is holy I hope you know what you're doing. If it gets loose - I don't want to see that."

Bishop calmly adjusted her glasses. "No worries, I have spent all my live working for this moment - nothing will go wrong, I assure you."

"If you say so, Ma'am..." Black Alpha responded, still not fully convinced.

"Tell your men your payment has already been transferred to your bank accounts. Your work here is done. You may leave now."

The tone in the doctor's voice made clear she meant they had to leave - and Black Alpha had no intents to do anything else - he went back to his men and prepared for their departure.

Dr. Bishop waited until the mercenaries were gone, then she approached the sarcophagus. She looked at it for a while, listened to the heavy breathing that came from inside. Even though they were barely visible there were air holes in there. The whole thing was a marvelous contraption designed for one thing:  To make sure whatever was inside stayed there.
Smiling, she placed her hand on the scanner to open the sarcophagus - she had been waiting for this moment for over twenty years...
Hissing and blowing out hot air from the pneumatic system that moved the lid aside, it revealed its contents.

Pleased Bishop bit her lip as she looked at the cargo. Her sadistic side revealed itself in her thoughts at the view: A woman, about her size, with the same long, black hair was securely held hanging in the center of the sarcophagus by a number of straps. She was encased in thick, black shining leather from neck to toe. A leather panel covered her mouth, which was filled up by the rubber plug attached to the inside of the gag. A final piece of leather was used to blindfold her - along with the ear plugs that made her completely oblivious of her surroundings. She looked like she came right out of some bizarre BDSM game...totally helpless.

Bishop licked her lips. That was better than she had expected - after all these years, finally she got her revenge. She removed the blindfold - she wanted to look into her captive's eyes. Bright green, almost glowing eyes - burning with hatred.

Insolent humans - they will pay for this sacrilege!' Arachne swore to herself as her blindfold was removed and she stared into the unbelievably overconfident eyes of one of these unworthy creatures...

Description
One by one the high security doors opened as the cargo arrived. No words were spoken, everyone was anxious despite the almost ridiculous safety measures: The heavy steel sarcophagus' lid was held closed by several locks, it was securely strapped in place in the cargo area, behind the thick doors of an armor-plated truck. Inside with it were six men - highly trained mercenaries, armed with assault rifles and armor-piercing rounds. It was a rolling fortress - nothing could get past the 5 inches of bulletproof steel that formed the sarcophagus' exterior, even if it got into the truck and past the guards. Absolutely no chance of getting in - but that wasn't the men's concern...

It was what was inside the container that made them worry. This...thing, it was otherworldly. In all their years of combat they had never encountered something even remotely similar. Some of them still insisted this was all a dream and they would wake up in barracks, to fight in yet another pointless battle - and it would still be better than guarding this thing...this creature...this monster.

Finally the vehicle came to a stop. Some guards sighed in relief, being glad this was the last part of their mission, others checked their weapons, afraid this could be the last task they'd ever take.

The driver hopped out of the cab and gave the sign to start unloading the cargo - yes, this would soon be over. And then everyone would scatter across the world, where they came from, and pretend this day never happened. Just as the sarcophagus was being lifted out of the truck, the leader of this escort mission, codename Black Alpha, heard the clacking of a pair of high heels. He turned his head to see his current employer, who had gathered this group of elite soldiers from all over the world just for this mission:

Dr. Eva Bishop. A tall woman somewhere in her forties - though her age didn't really show, she could be 32 as well - with her long, silky black hair tied back  in a graceful ponytail. Just as last time she was wearing a lab coat over her black tank top and miniskirt. That woman sure showed a lot of leg for her age - not that Black Alpha had a problem with that though.

Realizing where his thoughts had wandered off to, he shook his head and cleared his throat - he had to look professional - even in front of such a bombshell. But her legs sure looked nice, covered in those nylons...

Thankfully it was Dr. Bishop who spoke first, otherwise some stupidity might have slipped off his tongue:

"I hope you had a nice trip back, Captain."

That got Black Alpha from an imaginary Dr. Bishop in his bed back to reality - he would've much rather stayed in his fantasy. Their mission target still unnerved him.

"Honestly? I had more joyful rides back in Afghanistan. When you know what's inside that sarcophagus you constantly fear it might break loose - even with all the precautions."

"But you retrieved your target?"

"Yes, and it cost one of my men an eye. I don't know what you want from this...this...", he nodded at the now erect sarcophagus behind him,  "this thing - But, by all that is holy I hope you know what you're doing. If it gets loose - I don't want to see that."

Bishop calmly adjusted her glasses. "No worries, I have spent all my live working for this moment - nothing will go wrong, I assure you."

"If you say so, Ma'am..." Black Alpha responded, still not fully convinced.

"Tell your men your payment has already been transferred to your bank accounts. Your work here is done. You may leave now."

The tone in the doctor's voice made clear she meant they had to leave - and Black Alpha had no intents to do anything else - he went back to his men and prepared for their departure.

Dr. Bishop waited until the mercenaries were gone, then she approached the sarcophagus. She looked at it for a while, listened to the heavy breathing that came from inside. Even though they were barely visible there were air holes in there. The whole thing was a marvelous contraption designed for one thing:  To make sure whatever was inside stayed there.
Smiling, she placed her hand on the scanner to open the sarcophagus - she had been waiting for this moment for over twenty years...
Hissing and blowing out hot air from the pneumatic system that moved the lid aside, it revealed its contents.

Pleased Bishop bit her lip as she looked at the cargo. Her sadistic side revealed itself in her thoughts at the view: A woman, about her size, with the same long, black hair was securely held hanging in the center of the sarcophagus by a number of straps. She was encased in thick, black shining leather from neck to toe. A leather panel covered her mouth, which was filled up by the rubber plug attached to the inside of the gag. A final piece of leather was used to blindfold her - along with the ear plugs that made her completely oblivious of her surroundings. She looked like she came right out of some bizarre BDSM game...totally helpless.

Bishop licked her lips. That was better than she had expected - after all these years, finally she got her revenge. She removed the blindfold - she wanted to look into her captive's eyes. Bright green, almost glowing eyes - burning with hatred.

Insolent humans - they will pay for this sacrilege!' Arachne swore to herself as her blindfold was removed and she stared into the unbelievably overconfident eyes of one of these unworthy creatures...