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Cage.
"James...for the love of god please stop staring at me like that," Scott said. Even 20 feet underwater and through a diving helmet, there was no shaking the death glare that was coming from his close friend standing next to him, though said friendship was most likely being questioned. The shimmering sunlight from the surface waves would showcase the unbroken, fixed stare from James.
"When I said," James began, his voice direct and feeling a little more chilling through the radio, "That we were going out on open water on your uncle's boat, you neglected to mention us being in a shark cage being under said open water."
"I thought you'd like this, after all you've been watched a lot of Planet Earth recently," Scott replied, turning to face him, his expression weary but showing signs of him trying his best to show his friend a good time.
"I'm no David Attenborough, Scott," James said flatly, "And while I am interested in marine biology, this is not something that I was going to experience, much less it being an option in the first place."
"We won't be down here for long, I promise."
"Alright then," James said, finally breaking his stare and looking forwards, "But if I get a stingray barb through the heart I'm gonna stick it in your eye."
Scott allowed himself a chuckle, "I don't think Steve Irwin will appreciate that."
James smirked himself and let himself relax a little, granted he didn't expect to be dunked underwater in an armored dive suit but at the same time, the view was spectacular. The ocean floor spanned for miles, small reefs dotting the sanddrifts, colorful fish swam to and fro around the coral and the rays of sunlight shimmered through the water.
"Okay...I'll admit, this is actually pretty cool."
"Glad you finally think so," Scott said, turning around to look behind them. James leaned forwards against the cage to watch the activity of the undersea in front of him. He felt the cage lurge forwards slightly and see Scott enter his peripheral vision.
"Was that the current?" James asked, slowly steading himself as the cage lurched around again. Scott didn't answer so James turned around to see what it was, swimming back and forth by the cage was a hammerhead shark. James looked to Scott and nudged him.
"How long has that been there?" he asked him. Scott however didn't answer as he was paralyzed in fear, James recalled how Scott still possessed a phobia of sharks after being made to watch the Jaws movies when he was a kid.
"I wanna leave...now," Scott said quickly, not breaking his view from the shark.
"Yeahhh...I get that," James said, looking back at the shark. He noticed something a little strange however, the shark would roll somewhat onto its side and rub up against the side of the cage. After it passed again, he saw that there was a large hook protruding out from near the shark's gills, "Hold on, I think it's trying to get the hook out of its side."
"Leave it, that thing's gonna bite your arm off," Scott said, sounding worried.
"Hammerhead sharks aren't that aggressive, Scott," James said, slowly reaching out of the cave as the shark passed by again, his hand touching the rough hide of the creature before it swam away, turning around and coming back.
James reached out again, gently catching the shark by its snout and holding it place as he took a hold on the hook and tugged at it. He bit his lip and rubbed the shark's snout a little and with one quick twist and pull the hook was out of the shark. Scott pulled James back as the shark writed around and then swam away, James still holding the hook.
"There we go, that wasn't too bad," James said, smiling as he held up the hook, "These deep sea fishing hooks are pretty nasty, but effective."
Scott sighed and shivered. "Can we get back to the boat now?" he asked, "I wanna get this scuba suit off...and then burn it."

Rope.
The biting cold was starting to irritate Lawrence as it made the tip of his nose go numb for the fourth time during the trek up th'e side of the mountain trail. But he was leading the way, behind him was William and a platoon of Expeditionaries, and all of them were counting on both him and William. The journey so far had been uneventful and Lawrence was starting to doubt if the KRCA were even up this high on the mountains, but the attacks on the superhighway four thousand feet below them were more than enough reason to warrant a search and destroy mission. Not only was he expected to tackle the threat, as the leader of the UKA, but his own home was no more than 20 miles away across open and barely patrolled and guarded land. The KRCA would be at his doorstep in a week if they knew of such information. He rubbed his nose to get the warmth flowing again and spoke up so William could hear him.
"How much further do we have, Will?" he asked, looking over his shoulder, seeing a faint blue glow illuminating from his brother's wrist, the reflection of a map visible on his combat goggles.
"About...half a klick before we get to that outcrop. If it's as large as we think we can establish a staging point there," William replied.
"I'm surprised that we've not seen any KRCA so far, by now we would've been ambushed about five times," Lawrence said, "I guess they hate the cold more than I do."
"I think it's most likely that they froze to death or died from just falling off the mountain," William added, shrugging but allowing himself a smile, "We all know how little consideration they take into preparation for combat situations. Hence why they attack civilians all the time."
"And that's the reason why we're here, stop the KRCA by any means necessary," Lawrence stated, turning to face his troops, "Am I right, soldiers?!"
"Hell yes, sir!" they all shouted back. Lawrence smiled and turned back around to keep walking.
"Lawrence, we're here," William said, "Platoon, halt!"
The Expeditionaries stopped and bunched up with one another for warmth, still facing forwards to watch Lawrence and William. Lawrence looked further up the path, seeing it wind around a crevice but there was no outcrop of sorts around. "William...where is the waypoint you set?"
William looked to the GPS on his wrist and then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I got the elevation mixed up with our position...it's above us. As in directly above us."
Lawrence looked up, followed by several Expeditionaries. There was a small shelf above them that could easily be climbed up with the right equipment.
"Up it is then," he said, looking back to the troops, "Sergeant, your guys are up."
The lead Expeditionary nodded, turning to the four directly behind him, "Advance team, scale that wall."
"Um...sarge...we don't got any rope..." the first Expeditionary said.
"Why the hell not?" the sergeant asked.
"Because Monty said it was a patrol mission."
"I'll own up to that, sir..." one of the Expeditionaries said, "Admittedly the mission brief was kinda threadbare so most of us didn't deem climbing rope a necessity. Food and fluids, yes. But not rope."
The Sergeant exhaled heavily through his nose and shook his head, "So, who wants to try and climb this wall with their lunch?"
Lawrence took a step forwards, "Relax Sergeant, we'll improvise. Though I want a note made over the lackluster briefing, someone's being lazy back at the base."
"Yes sir. Any ideas on what we can use though?"
"Anyone wearing a scarf under their gear?" Lawrence asked, noticing a few Expeditionaries looking away quickly, "Come on guys, hand them over."
"Sir, can't we just boost one another up?" one of the soldiers asked.
"Too high, and too narrow. One slip and half the platoon's going to be cliff diving, without parachutes."
"Carter's got a scarf, sir!" another soldier said, the Expeditionary named Carter groaned and pulled it from his collar, unfurling it.
"Please don't tear it, sir, my parents got it for me," he said.
"I've got mine here, as well, General," another Expeditionary said, holding up a balled up scarf in his hand.
"Oh, Ricardo's always got one since he freakin' knits them!"
"Nerrrrrrrrd!"
"Shut up," Ricardo said as he and Carter passed their scarfs down towards the front of the line. Three more Expeditionaries also handed over their scarfs, one of them also had a grappling hook and had tightly tied it to the end of their scarf. Within a few minutes, an improvised climbing rig had been fashioned, albeit only one to two people could use it at a time.
"All this over not having any damn rope..." Lawrence said quietly as he watched the sergeant toss the rope up the side of the mountain and hook it over the edge of the shelf.
"We're secure, let's see if this holds," he said. Lawrence stepped forwards and took the scarfs.
"I'll go first," he said, tugging on the scarfs, "Should hold me since I'm probably the lightest here. Also, Ricardo knits a nice scarf, I like it."
"Ha! Suck it! General Rogers likes my handiwork!"
"Oh jeez, he's not gonna shut up about that..."
Lawrence smirked and started to pull himself up the side of the mountain, William boosting him up a little. Lawrence was surprised as to how well the scarfs were holding up. Within a few minutes his hand had reached the edge of the outcrop, and with one good pull he reached over the edge and rolled inwards to avoid falling off the outcrop. He sat up and panted, catching his breath and looking up.
"Ah...guess William called it," he said. Scattered around the outcrop were the frozen bodies of the KRCA members that had been hiding in the mountains, all of them curled up or bunched up together, their expressions a mix of hopelessness and dread. Lawrence stood up, shaking his head slowly.
"Well, guess this mission is pretty much done," he said, turning around to announce his findings to the others. He stopped when he saw something under a small mound of snow, he crouched down and dusted it off, finding that it hid a coil of thick rope. He smiled and picked it up. "Guess we don't need the scarfs anymore too."

Mask.
Thomas hugged the controller closer to his chest and curled up a little on the couch. He knew how dumb it was to be playing a horror game this late in the night, let alone one of Alister's games that he explicitly told him not play without him around. But after seeing the first fifteen minutes of one of Alister's horror games, he couldn't contain his curiosity. He waited until his parents had gone out for the night and had left Alister in charge of the place. Thomas stayed downstairs, watching TV until Alister went upstairs to go to sleep, Thomas had promised to not stay up too late and Alister trusted him to keep the promise. Once Alister was upstairs he quickly plugged in the console and grabbed the controller, knowing the game he was to play was all ready to go once he turned it on. He turned the volume down so Alister wouldn't hear him. He giggled in anticipation as the game started up and he hit the button to play. He had carefully watched Alister play so he knew the controls, the only downside was that Thomas knew very little of the game. A fact that became all too familiar the more Thomas played, which in turn added to the rising uneasiness. For much of the game thus far he had been somewhat tame until there was a strange monster stalking him in the game. Coupled with heavy, staggered breathing as it would chase him down. Thomas grew more and more afraid with each passing second, the breathing becoming much more noticable; It was haggard, raspy and deep.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
The noise, while quieter with the volume of the TV turned down, sent shivers down Thomas's spine. He couldn't see the impending threat, he could only hear it as it grew closer.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
The hairs stood up on the back of Thomas's neck, the noise sounded much more clear as if the creature was in the very same room, watching him from the shadows.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
There was something else in the same room as him, he could feel the air shifting behind him. Thomas's focus was half concentrated on the game and half on what was approaching him from behind the couch.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
He felt a light breath of air on the back of his neck, Thomas froze in fear, daring not to turn around. That's when he heard a muffled voice speak.
"What're ya playin' there, Thomas?"
Thomas screamed and fell forwards, rolling off the couch and scurrying backwards and backing up into the TV before the sound of muffled laughter followed. A light flicked on and Alister was standing behind the couch, laughing loudly as he took off a mask that was covering his mouth and nose.
"Alister, you jerk!" Thomas said as he slowly stood up, "What did you scare me like that for?"
"I told ya not to play the spooky games without me," he said, smirking as he walked around the couch and took the controller from the floor, "Plus you shouldn't play them this late at night, you'll get nightmares."
"What is that thing anyways?" Thomas asked, pointing to the mask.
"Some sort of respirator I found in the closet upstairs," Alister replied, "I was gonna come downstairs to get some water and saw the reflection of you playing this game in the mirror so I thought I'd give ya a lil scare."
"How'd you sneak up behind me though?" Thomas asked as he walked closer and sat down next to Alister.
"Upstairs window, climbed onto the roof above the kitchen and dropped down through the back door," Alister replied, "You alright though?"
"Yeah...I guess..." Thomas said, Alister smiled and hugged Thomas, chuckling a little.
"How about a nice metal pallet cleanser, eh?" he asked, turning the console off, "I don't want you getting nightmares again."
"Okayyyy, fine~" Thomas said happily as he cuddled into Alister, letting himself relax for the night ahead.

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Cage.
"James...for the love of god please stop staring at me like that," Scott said. Even 20 feet underwater and through a diving helmet, there was no shaking the death glare that was coming from his close friend standing next to him, though said friendship was most likely being questioned. The shimmering sunlight from the surface waves would showcase the unbroken, fixed stare from James.
"When I said," James began, his voice direct and feeling a little more chilling through the radio, "That we were going out on open water on your uncle's boat, you neglected to mention us being in a shark cage being under said open water."
"I thought you'd like this, after all you've been watched a lot of Planet Earth recently," Scott replied, turning to face him, his expression weary but showing signs of him trying his best to show his friend a good time.
"I'm no David Attenborough, Scott," James said flatly, "And while I am interested in marine biology, this is not something that I was going to experience, much less it being an option in the first place."
"We won't be down here for long, I promise."
"Alright then," James said, finally breaking his stare and looking forwards, "But if I get a stingray barb through the heart I'm gonna stick it in your eye."
Scott allowed himself a chuckle, "I don't think Steve Irwin will appreciate that."
James smirked himself and let himself relax a little, granted he didn't expect to be dunked underwater in an armored dive suit but at the same time, the view was spectacular. The ocean floor spanned for miles, small reefs dotting the sanddrifts, colorful fish swam to and fro around the coral and the rays of sunlight shimmered through the water.
"Okay...I'll admit, this is actually pretty cool."
"Glad you finally think so," Scott said, turning around to look behind them. James leaned forwards against the cage to watch the activity of the undersea in front of him. He felt the cage lurge forwards slightly and see Scott enter his peripheral vision.
"Was that the current?" James asked, slowly steading himself as the cage lurched around again. Scott didn't answer so James turned around to see what it was, swimming back and forth by the cage was a hammerhead shark. James looked to Scott and nudged him.
"How long has that been there?" he asked him. Scott however didn't answer as he was paralyzed in fear, James recalled how Scott still possessed a phobia of sharks after being made to watch the Jaws movies when he was a kid.
"I wanna leave...now," Scott said quickly, not breaking his view from the shark.
"Yeahhh...I get that," James said, looking back at the shark. He noticed something a little strange however, the shark would roll somewhat onto its side and rub up against the side of the cage. After it passed again, he saw that there was a large hook protruding out from near the shark's gills, "Hold on, I think it's trying to get the hook out of its side."
"Leave it, that thing's gonna bite your arm off," Scott said, sounding worried.
"Hammerhead sharks aren't that aggressive, Scott," James said, slowly reaching out of the cave as the shark passed by again, his hand touching the rough hide of the creature before it swam away, turning around and coming back.
James reached out again, gently catching the shark by its snout and holding it place as he took a hold on the hook and tugged at it. He bit his lip and rubbed the shark's snout a little and with one quick twist and pull the hook was out of the shark. Scott pulled James back as the shark writed around and then swam away, James still holding the hook.
"There we go, that wasn't too bad," James said, smiling as he held up the hook, "These deep sea fishing hooks are pretty nasty, but effective."
Scott sighed and shivered. "Can we get back to the boat now?" he asked, "I wanna get this scuba suit off...and then burn it."

Rope.
The biting cold was starting to irritate Lawrence as it made the tip of his nose go numb for the fourth time during the trek up th'e side of the mountain trail. But he was leading the way, behind him was William and a platoon of Expeditionaries, and all of them were counting on both him and William. The journey so far had been uneventful and Lawrence was starting to doubt if the KRCA were even up this high on the mountains, but the attacks on the superhighway four thousand feet below them were more than enough reason to warrant a search and destroy mission. Not only was he expected to tackle the threat, as the leader of the UKA, but his own home was no more than 20 miles away across open and barely patrolled and guarded land. The KRCA would be at his doorstep in a week if they knew of such information. He rubbed his nose to get the warmth flowing again and spoke up so William could hear him.
"How much further do we have, Will?" he asked, looking over his shoulder, seeing a faint blue glow illuminating from his brother's wrist, the reflection of a map visible on his combat goggles.
"About...half a klick before we get to that outcrop. If it's as large as we think we can establish a staging point there," William replied.
"I'm surprised that we've not seen any KRCA so far, by now we would've been ambushed about five times," Lawrence said, "I guess they hate the cold more than I do."
"I think it's most likely that they froze to death or died from just falling off the mountain," William added, shrugging but allowing himself a smile, "We all know how little consideration they take into preparation for combat situations. Hence why they attack civilians all the time."
"And that's the reason why we're here, stop the KRCA by any means necessary," Lawrence stated, turning to face his troops, "Am I right, soldiers?!"
"Hell yes, sir!" they all shouted back. Lawrence smiled and turned back around to keep walking.
"Lawrence, we're here," William said, "Platoon, halt!"
The Expeditionaries stopped and bunched up with one another for warmth, still facing forwards to watch Lawrence and William. Lawrence looked further up the path, seeing it wind around a crevice but there was no outcrop of sorts around. "William...where is the waypoint you set?"
William looked to the GPS on his wrist and then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I got the elevation mixed up with our position...it's above us. As in directly above us."
Lawrence looked up, followed by several Expeditionaries. There was a small shelf above them that could easily be climbed up with the right equipment.
"Up it is then," he said, looking back to the troops, "Sergeant, your guys are up."
The lead Expeditionary nodded, turning to the four directly behind him, "Advance team, scale that wall."
"Um...sarge...we don't got any rope..." the first Expeditionary said.
"Why the hell not?" the sergeant asked.
"Because Monty said it was a patrol mission."
"I'll own up to that, sir..." one of the Expeditionaries said, "Admittedly the mission brief was kinda threadbare so most of us didn't deem climbing rope a necessity. Food and fluids, yes. But not rope."
The Sergeant exhaled heavily through his nose and shook his head, "So, who wants to try and climb this wall with their lunch?"
Lawrence took a step forwards, "Relax Sergeant, we'll improvise. Though I want a note made over the lackluster briefing, someone's being lazy back at the base."
"Yes sir. Any ideas on what we can use though?"
"Anyone wearing a scarf under their gear?" Lawrence asked, noticing a few Expeditionaries looking away quickly, "Come on guys, hand them over."
"Sir, can't we just boost one another up?" one of the soldiers asked.
"Too high, and too narrow. One slip and half the platoon's going to be cliff diving, without parachutes."
"Carter's got a scarf, sir!" another soldier said, the Expeditionary named Carter groaned and pulled it from his collar, unfurling it.
"Please don't tear it, sir, my parents got it for me," he said.
"I've got mine here, as well, General," another Expeditionary said, holding up a balled up scarf in his hand.
"Oh, Ricardo's always got one since he freakin' knits them!"
"Nerrrrrrrrd!"
"Shut up," Ricardo said as he and Carter passed their scarfs down towards the front of the line. Three more Expeditionaries also handed over their scarfs, one of them also had a grappling hook and had tightly tied it to the end of their scarf. Within a few minutes, an improvised climbing rig had been fashioned, albeit only one to two people could use it at a time.
"All this over not having any damn rope..." Lawrence said quietly as he watched the sergeant toss the rope up the side of the mountain and hook it over the edge of the shelf.
"We're secure, let's see if this holds," he said. Lawrence stepped forwards and took the scarfs.
"I'll go first," he said, tugging on the scarfs, "Should hold me since I'm probably the lightest here. Also, Ricardo knits a nice scarf, I like it."
"Ha! Suck it! General Rogers likes my handiwork!"
"Oh jeez, he's not gonna shut up about that..."
Lawrence smirked and started to pull himself up the side of the mountain, William boosting him up a little. Lawrence was surprised as to how well the scarfs were holding up. Within a few minutes his hand had reached the edge of the outcrop, and with one good pull he reached over the edge and rolled inwards to avoid falling off the outcrop. He sat up and panted, catching his breath and looking up.
"Ah...guess William called it," he said. Scattered around the outcrop were the frozen bodies of the KRCA members that had been hiding in the mountains, all of them curled up or bunched up together, their expressions a mix of hopelessness and dread. Lawrence stood up, shaking his head slowly.
"Well, guess this mission is pretty much done," he said, turning around to announce his findings to the others. He stopped when he saw something under a small mound of snow, he crouched down and dusted it off, finding that it hid a coil of thick rope. He smiled and picked it up. "Guess we don't need the scarfs anymore too."

Mask.
Thomas hugged the controller closer to his chest and curled up a little on the couch. He knew how dumb it was to be playing a horror game this late in the night, let alone one of Alister's games that he explicitly told him not play without him around. But after seeing the first fifteen minutes of one of Alister's horror games, he couldn't contain his curiosity. He waited until his parents had gone out for the night and had left Alister in charge of the place. Thomas stayed downstairs, watching TV until Alister went upstairs to go to sleep, Thomas had promised to not stay up too late and Alister trusted him to keep the promise. Once Alister was upstairs he quickly plugged in the console and grabbed the controller, knowing the game he was to play was all ready to go once he turned it on. He turned the volume down so Alister wouldn't hear him. He giggled in anticipation as the game started up and he hit the button to play. He had carefully watched Alister play so he knew the controls, the only downside was that Thomas knew very little of the game. A fact that became all too familiar the more Thomas played, which in turn added to the rising uneasiness. For much of the game thus far he had been somewhat tame until there was a strange monster stalking him in the game. Coupled with heavy, staggered breathing as it would chase him down. Thomas grew more and more afraid with each passing second, the breathing becoming much more noticable; It was haggard, raspy and deep.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
The noise, while quieter with the volume of the TV turned down, sent shivers down Thomas's spine. He couldn't see the impending threat, he could only hear it as it grew closer.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
The hairs stood up on the back of Thomas's neck, the noise sounded much more clear as if the creature was in the very same room, watching him from the shadows.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
There was something else in the same room as him, he could feel the air shifting behind him. Thomas's focus was half concentrated on the game and half on what was approaching him from behind the couch.
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
Whurrrrrrrrrrrr
Kshhhhhhhhhh
He felt a light breath of air on the back of his neck, Thomas froze in fear, daring not to turn around. That's when he heard a muffled voice speak.
"What're ya playin' there, Thomas?"
Thomas screamed and fell forwards, rolling off the couch and scurrying backwards and backing up into the TV before the sound of muffled laughter followed. A light flicked on and Alister was standing behind the couch, laughing loudly as he took off a mask that was covering his mouth and nose.
"Alister, you jerk!" Thomas said as he slowly stood up, "What did you scare me like that for?"
"I told ya not to play the spooky games without me," he said, smirking as he walked around the couch and took the controller from the floor, "Plus you shouldn't play them this late at night, you'll get nightmares."
"What is that thing anyways?" Thomas asked, pointing to the mask.
"Some sort of respirator I found in the closet upstairs," Alister replied, "I was gonna come downstairs to get some water and saw the reflection of you playing this game in the mirror so I thought I'd give ya a lil scare."
"How'd you sneak up behind me though?" Thomas asked as he walked closer and sat down next to Alister.
"Upstairs window, climbed onto the roof above the kitchen and dropped down through the back door," Alister replied, "You alright though?"
"Yeah...I guess..." Thomas said, Alister smiled and hugged Thomas, chuckling a little.
"How about a nice metal pallet cleanser, eh?" he asked, turning the console off, "I don't want you getting nightmares again."
"Okayyyy, fine~" Thomas said happily as he cuddled into Alister, letting himself relax for the night ahead.