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Anguirus: Death in the Ice EpilogueEpilogue The white sterile room reflected an ironic stark contrast to the black vile soul who sat within it. It was large and cavernous, with a single oak finished table lying in its center. Along one of the walls was a massive television screen which was currently set to a Russian news station. Even though the gaunt and wizened figure that sat alone in the room could not speak Russian, he understood the gist of what was being said.The curvaceous long haired blonde female reporter was informing her country of the tragic and senseless death of a soldier by the name of Vaslov Petrov. He was a prominent young man with an admirable career in the Russian army. The poor man was murdered; gunned down in the streets of Moscow a few days ago. He was left to rot in an alley like a piece of discarded trash. His assailant was yet unknown, but the military police were naming General Boris Yaroslav as a person of interest in the case. His current whereabouts were unknown at the time. The public was urged to reach out and report to local authorities if the man was seen. He was to be considered armed and dangerous and extreme caution was being expressed to all civilians.Suddenly the TV’s communication was interrupted. A soft feminine voice was speaking through the intercom that sat just off and to the right of the seemingly frail man’s laagering head.“I’m sorry to interrupt you Sir, but Commander Boris Yaroslav is here and said that you would be expecting him,” the angelic call sounded.“Send him in,” he simply replied, as casual as autumn’s rain. A Cheshire cat-like grin creased the edges of a wicked smile from the man.From the far side of the room, opposite of the devilish being, twin gate doors of Ceylon Rosewood, swung open. Stepping through with clanging black boots, the disgraced Russian General, and fugitive from the law strode in. His eyes and features were buried beneath his brimming hat. Hidden and shamed by his recent actions among his once civilized world.Crooked in one arm was a briefcase that housed an object that had been the subject to countless deaths and bloodshed over the last few months. The General stopped just short of his host. He took a minute to evaluate and sneer at the ghostly man that sat before him.The man, if one could call such devilry a human, was obviously Japanese, but he looked too old and withered. His body was skeletal, thin and wiry. His eyes were sunken and resounded with the evil that dwelled within those black pools. His nose was hawk-like and his teeth were rotted like plagued bark. His plate was filled with long coarse silver hair that showed wisps of fading black streaks.Sighing deeply, the creature stood up and gave a full view of his gaunt skeletal form. The man’s attire was a form fitting raven black button up suit with matching pants. Highlights of dulled gray were stitched around the arms and chest of the ensemble outfit. Embracing his back and shoulders was a draped silky cape that lay lifeless.Boris could see the rusted gears twisting and turning in the man’s brain. His was a mind that seemed to truly embody the darkest of evils that man was capable of. Although, with what he had done to his long time friend and comrade, Boris was not sure that he had any room to talk.The individual before the General paused before he spoke. He looked to be deciding carefully on his choice of words that he would be uttering with his introduction.“You surprise me General,” the figure spoke contemptuously with a hint of glee. “I did not figure that you would go so far as to murder your own soldier, your own friend. You have cast away your entire past and future with the single pull of a trigger. I hope it was all worth it in the end.”“You have no right to even speak of him you bastard,” Boris growled through clenched teeth. “I did what I needed to do. That is all.”“Exactly,” the shriveled devil hissed with amusement. “You did what needed to be done. Throughout history many men have uttered that faithless phrase, but in all honesty few have had the fortitude to go through with what they knew had to be done in order to accomplish their goal. But you...you knew exactly what had to be sacrificed. You knew explicitly what your heart wanted.” The wicked man turned to glance back at the television screen that was still playing the news story of Vaslov’s murder. “I assure you that what you did that day will be used as a benefit for the entire world. Your friend’s death will not be in vain. You have allowed a new truly dawning age to grace man’s theistic existence.”“I don’t care what you have to say,” Boris lamented with raised ire. The guilt of which he felt was like a vice that threatened to stripe his lungs. “Now where is she? Now!”The recondite senior man smiled coquettishly. His thin lips curled into a devil’s amusement. Stepping back, he returned to his desk and spoke into the intercom. He called for his underlings to send ‘her’ in. Within seconds the gate doors that Boris had entered in only moments before, swung open a second time.This time it was an elegant young woman who walked through the Ceylon Rosewood doors. She wore a long black gorgeous dress. Her walk was graceful and angelic, despite her head being held low in a sorrowful look. Regardless of her dower presence, the Russian General instantly recognized the form of his beautiful daughter.Her name was Jun Yaroslav. She was twenty seven years of age and she was half Japanese half Russian. Her beauty was truly unmatched and she would turn heads wherever she went. His wife, bless her soul, he had met when on a quick vacation to Japan. She was a teacher and had taught a Russian language course at a local university. It almost seemed like fate honestly. The two had hit it off immediately. Several years later they married and had their one and only daughter. A tear wept from Boris’ usual steely gaze. Jun was only 10 when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. The disease took her several years later. It didn’t even let her have the grace to live long enough to see her daughter become the exquisite woman that she was destined to become. Life could be unfair at times.Or in the case of Boris, it was unfair a lot of the time.Eleven months ago he received a package that had no return address to it. Inside was a small SD chip that had a video of his daughter tied up to a chair with blood dripping from several nasty gashes. Her mouth was tapped, but he could still hear her muffled screams that were blasting from her lungs like a banshee on the foggy moors. Tears streamed from her bloodshot eyes. They were pleading and full of fright. Boris would remember that sight of his daughter for the rest of his life. It would haunt his nightmares for all eternity.Time had passed since that day. In the end of it all though, it would cause the General far more deaths than he ever had envisioned would happen. Hundreds of soldiers were dead; lost because of Boris’ betrayal of his country. Sure it was the monsters that delivered the killing blow, but deep down the General knew that it was his fault to begin with. His actions brought those men to that snow covered hell. He thought he was prepared, but those monsters proved otherwise.Boris had to just remind himself of the light that would be at the end of the tunnel when all was said and done. The safe return of his daughter was the only thing that he cared about. That single thought drove him to work for the mysterious individual that was still smiling coyly behind his child. Her head was lowered and her silken black hair was covering her saddened face from his view.The General could feel his blood boiling at the man’s mocking gesture. He could only imagine the wretchedness that his lineage had been through. Once he got her to a safe and secluded place Boris would then proceed to lay down hellfire and brimstone upon the people that had kidnapped her and ruined his life. Although at the moment, he had to let that go. Jun was the only thing that mattered at the immediate moment.“Daughter!” Boris half gasped as he ran over to embrace the precious jewel of his entire world.He tightly gripped her limp form, squeezing with an embrace that conveyed the feelings of a father who would never want to let go. The General pulled back a bit so he could look upon the face that would remind him so much of his wife from so long ago. The woman’s twin hazel eyes met his, but they seemed devoid of the happiness that he thought that she would be feeling.Instead, his gaze was met with something else far different than any father would have imagined.The military instincts of Boris did not notice the small Smith and Wesson .45 ACP pistol that had sprung to existence from the folds of Jun’s black dress. He could not feel the cold stainless steel barrel press against his stomach. He was too lost in the forsaken stare from his daughter’s once and vibrant eyes.No, he only knew of the weapon's existence after it had fired its single shot. The muzzle flashed and released its deadly payload into the ranking officer's gut. The bullet tore through his form like it was nothing more than paper. The steel shot was as cold and lifeless as the look that adorned Jun’s face. The gold toned shard of metal dispensed its power, spearing through the man’s flesh. Boris Yaroslav fell backwards, cuddling his body in anguished pain. He looked up with a pained grimace. What was standing before him was not his little girl any more. All he saw now was a stone faced beauty that he thought that he had known for the last twenty seven years. The young woman, with her visage spriest with crimson blood from her father, picked up the suitcase that the General had dropped. Turning about face, she returned to the grinning smile of her captor. The stranger happily took his prize. Jun then went to stand quietly by his side; acting as if nothing of consequence had not just transpired in the room.“What did you do to her!” the General screamed from out of the pit of his soul.“The human mind is such a wonderful thing is it not,” the wizened figure began in a cheerful tone. “It is essentially the most powerful computer ever to be conceived. Divine creation I suppose. It relays information signals that number in the millions. While it is an omnipotent device, it is still basically a machine. It uses the same pathways and routes in nearly every human being on this planet to send and receive stimuli and act upon thoughts. Once you map it out, it’s quite simple to see how everything is pieced together and works. Only then can you see the utter failure that the mind really is. It can be slaved and manipulated as easily as a whipped dog.”Boris Yaroslav’s eyes widened in dismay as the aged devil pressed one of the several buttons on his desk. In response, part of the floor opened up; like the yawning doors of a hidden cellar. From out of the darkness a glittering orb rose upward. It was flashing with a dizzying array of rainbow colors. The light patterns danced and moved with a life of their own. A spectrum of hues and tinctures bore their way into the cavern of the room, blanketing it in a blinding conflagration. It was a dazzling show that looked like it belonged in the midnight rave of a nightclub. The soldier felt strangely at peace when he gazed upon the device, even though he was slowly and painfully bleeding out onto the floor. The coldness that was creeping upon him was fading. The moist sticky feel of the thickening blood was drifting away. He felt at peace.“Light is a defining factor to our existence,” the stranger explained with mirthful solemnity. “It gives life and illuminates our way. But, in certain patterns, it can transform a body into a convulsive and uncontrollable essence. Or it can dull one’s self and make them susceptible to outside influences.”The man then turned off the heavenly device. Extending his left hand, he gestured for the woman to turn over her firearm to him. She obligingly did it without a second thought. Turning around, he walked over to the dying military man. His eyes seethed with malevolence. His lips curled in unbidden vice.“Why are you doing this?” Boris’ dying breath was hoarse with flagging strength.“Please know that the events that you have allowed to transpire here today will help shape the fate of this world,” the devilish creature declared in modesty while continuing with his omnipotent speech. “The information you gathered from my machine is the culmination of three decades of my life. You have helped me locate a new source of energy for mankind. An element that will make uranium and plutonium seem like children’s toys. It is an element that I have discovered and jovially named Element X.”“So what, this is some kind of world domination fantasy you have,” the grizzled Russian laughed as blood began to bubble from his quivering thin lips.“Of course not,” the stranger replied grinning as his narrow eyes closed to slits of levity. “No single organization could ever hope to defeat every military power in the world. Even with weapons armed with my Element X it would be difficult. And in all truthful earnest, honestly you’ll just turn the planet into an uninhabitable wasteland. No, you just sell minuscule amounts of my isotope to them. Even a few ounces of this element is enough to destroy most of Moscow in one failed breath. Let the nations fight amongst themselves. Let the terrorists strike in the dark. Once the world is fed up with their destructive bickering, they will turn to proclaim a savior. That salvation will lie within me. The name of Doctor Who will be on their praising voices as they commit their unquestioned wills and loyalty to my ruling stature.”Boris Yaroslav was drained of strength. He was nearly dead when Doctor Who raised his gun to the man’s tear clouded eyes. Boris could not see the gun through the watered salt. It didn’t matter though. Seeing his daughter turned against him was far worse than dying at the end of a barrel.The General did not care anymore as the chamber of the gun blasted away and split the din of turmoil in the office space. He could not feel the bullet as it shot and speared its way into his hanging head. His was just another life to be sacrificed for the damn and contemptible machine that came from the ice. Boris’ life was just a stepping stone, a drop in the bucket, compared to the slaughter that would soon be fulfilled when the mad doctor would find his precious Element X.From death in the ice, new life was beginning to spring up. Life that would rope the world in chains of hate and shackle man in fetter misery.
Anguirus: Death in the Ice (Chapter 6)Chapter 6:Hopes and Plans The small black unmarked car drove its way through the crunching ice of Moscow’s open streets, before it came to rest at a curb in front of a dilapidated apartment complex. The vehicle idled and spewed its choking black fumes as a man in military dress inside watched the front door to the building open.Pulling a heavily layered coat closer to his chest, another man in formal military dress stepped out from the doorway and into the cold Russian winter. His hat brimmed over his face, but did not prevent him from seeing the registered vehicle to pick him up for his debriefing meetings that morning with some of the highest politicians that worked in the Russian military. The shivering soldier approached the car and opened its side passenger door, only to be greeted when his eyes befell upon the face of his commanding officer Boris Yaroslav.“Sir I didn’t know you were picking me up,” Vaslov breathed surprisingly. “I would have thought you would have been at the meeting already. I thought the government would have sent some military police to pick me up.” “They asked me to make sure that you will arrive on time,” the General smiled warmly. “Politicians hate to be kept waiting, unless they are the ones that are being late, you know.”The two exchanged a short but heartfelt laugh at the General’s joke. The man was not far off of the truth. Quickly the youthful soldier Vaslov grinned back and jumped into the vehicle. In moments they were starting back up, driving the black car down the tundra snow covered streets of Moscow.Ahead the duo could see the parliament building. It was a ways off, but was in sight. Okhotny Ryad was a bit busier than it usually was for this time of day. With this traffic it would take the better part of an hour to get to his meeting with the elected officials.Time however was a luxury that he would no longer overlook. He cherished every second that he had to live after his ordeal with the North Pole mission. Vaslov had been to several meetings with various Captains and Generals, as well as a laundry list of scummy politicians, since that time. With each instance he would reenact the same story that Boris had forced him to memorize, word by word, on the Udalov’s voyage home. It had become second nature to him by the time his foot touched down on Russian land finally. The same could be said for the two scientists as well.He retold the tale each time with no hesitation in his words to whatever official had asked him of what had transpired on their military operation to the North Pole. Vaslov would inform them of the horrors that Maguma, as well as the newly dubbed Peguila, had wrought with their bloodlust. It was easy at first; the dozen or so inquiries were holding up pretty well.But, as time passed by, it was getting more difficult for the military to believe that their story was the whole truth. Several scientists and more military personnel were sent out to the site of the two monstrous beasts in order to get some data and tissue samples. Once that was done the military had several MiG-29’s bomb the carcasses and wipe their existence from the surface of the earth. No trace of the monsters, as well as the military facility Mjöllnir’s Summit was to be left.Unfortunately there was a rumbling between two or three of the military scientists that the wounds on Peguila’s neck had indicated a different tale might have had happened. They claimed that the wounds on Peguila could not have been inflicted by the deceased Maguma.This of course was said weeks later when the men were allowed to conduct their studies back in their nice warm labs back in Moscow. Fortunately for Vaslov and the other survivors, the kaijus bodies were destroyed and all of the men’s evidence hinged on some photographs and quickly jotted down measurements by scientifically untrained army soldiers. The military men were hardly experts with such things and had actually testified that perhaps they were wrong when they had taken the bite mark measurements on Peguila’s corpse.For now, at the current moment, the military officials did not have a better answer than what he and his commanding officer were offering.Still though, the little military scientists were persistent and made it onto record that they believe the survivors of the North Pole expedition had told and weaved a purposed half-truth of what really went on. Lucky for Boris and Vaslov, the half buried lies that they had been expelling to their officials would stay just that, and be interred in the ice and snow.Surprisingly, even the two civilians were able to hold up to the incisive military questioning. It was an act that surprised the soldier. He would have thought one of them would have cracked. But they both showed a lot of gusto. Vaslov guessed that being a spectator to such a barbaric event of murder and bloodlust had forged the men into something that they didn’t even know that they were capable of becoming.“I sure will be glad when this whole ordeal is over with,” the youth growled tiredly. “It’s getting harder and harder to keep telling them ‘our’ story. I suspect they believe there was something else up there now. Thankfully their bombs and snow will hide any and all traces of Anguirus from them.”Vaslov leaned back in his seat and stared up at the roof of the vehicle with a vacant far off look. “I wonder if that dinosaur survived his wounds. He sure lost a lot of blood. That was truly a war for any creature on this planet to endure.”“I really have no idea,” his commanding officer replied back with a light antebellum. “I’ve never seen anything, man or animal, take that sort of punishment and live.”Boris glanced over at his soldier, while still trying to keep his eyes on the treacherous ice covered road. “On a different subject, have you yet to turn over the cloned hard drive?”“No, but I do have it with me,” the youth muttered softly as he pulled the hunk of lifeless metal and wire device from his coat. “Today I was going to present our findings to the committee. Perhaps all this bloodshed and loss of life will amount to at least something in the end. Maybe all those men wouldn’t have died in vain.”“It will my friend. Their deaths will not be all for naught.” Boris licked his lips nervously and partially closed his eyes as a tear began to weld within them. The brief show of sadness went unnoticed to the young soldier as the older man pulled a slick black GSh-18 pistol from his side door quietly.The hammer was already cranked back. Vaslov did now see the weapon when it was pulled against him. He did not hear the muzzle blaze to life with its cold mindless fury. He did not feel the bullet as it passed through his temple and left an oozing crimson mist to splatter along his side passenger window.Sullenly heartbroken, Boris Yaroslav slowed his car and pulled into a deserted back alley. Salt laced tears ran down his cheeks as he got out of his vehicle and paced around to the other side. Opening the door, he pulled the dead man’s body from his car and dropped his only loyal soldier into the wet slushy gravel of the streets at his feet.He exhaled a deep and regretful breath as he took the cloned hard drive and got back into his military issued car. Making sure to not look back, the distraught General sped away. He was leaving a man that was his friend, his comrade, and his soldier, to lay dead in the grungy filthy streets. The man’s blood was now left seeping into the parched earthy snow, tainting it to a dull rose pink.Vaslov Petrov would be found hours later by a jogger. Unfortunately the young man would go on to be just another unsolved murder in Russia’s growing dingy history of its capital city Moscow. ************************** Vadim Kirill stood alone in the dank hallway of the third floor of the Stuvo Apartment Complex. He looked longingly up and down the hall, trying to spy any form of life. The place seemed lifeless and dead. The man had honestly had his fill of those feelings when he was at the North Pole.Vadim had come to hate stillness and seclusion. Ever since he had survived from the military expedition to the North Pole, he had counted himself as a new man. When he got back to civilization he made sure to go out partying for a week straight. It was nothing but vodka and loud music for seven days straight. He would have preferred if women were thrown into that mix, but the man was never good with the opposite sex. Regardless though, he wanted to feel alive and have all of his senses maxed out to their breaking point.Once that high wore off though, the paleontologist went right back to the way he was before. Well, almost. Vadim returned to being a quiet introvert and started catching up in his studies. He tried to do as much research as he could find on the Anguirusaurus dinosaur species as he could. Vadim had to be sneaky and covert about it though when doing that. He tried working in those documents with other various dinosaur species from around the same paleo era. He was going to have to make it look like he was writing a new proposed thesis for one of his classes in order to cover up his trail. He didn’t want to tip off the government to anything of what might have really happened at that military base. He didn’t want to live the rest of his virgin life behind bars in some dark Russian prison.Still though, even though he reverted back to his familiar old ways, he made sure to make an effort to leave his cramped little room at the university and go someplace; any place some of the time. He would never take life for granted ever again after witnessing such brutal death and violence at the hands of those monsters.Vadim was spooked though. He always felt that way whenever he left his room. He felt like he was being spied on by the government at all times. The hallway of the apartment building was not doing anything to dispel that feeling. It had an eerie silence about it that chilled him more to the bone than the cold winter air was doing outside.He was about to rap upon the paint-peeled door in front of him again, when it suddenly swung open and revealed a familiar face. Standing in front of him, with a fried chicken leg in hand, Gaafa Tolya gleamed with happiness. Behind his rosy jowls and balding sand-pepper hair, the pudgy man was truly ecstatic to see his friend.The two exchanged a warm hugging embrace before Gaafa invited the prehistorian into his apartment. Once inside, Vadim found that they were not alone. On the other side of the living room was a nerdy looking man that was probably only in his twenties, but looked as worn out from life as if he were in his forties. He was sitting on an auburn hued couch, hunching over a work table that was laid sprawled out with electronic debris. Amongst the pile of rubbish, Vadim spied one item in particular that knifed its way into his soul. His mind flashed back to hellish times at the sight of the small innocent looking metal box that Gaafa had pocketed from Mjöllnir’s Summit.“Please don’t tell me that is what I think it is,” the young man spoke with half frozen features. “That is not the device you stole from the base is it?”“Borrowed,” Gaafa retorted half-jokingly. “My friend here is a computer expert in military programming languages. I’ve had him trying to analyze that device that we found since we made it back into the country. And don’t worry, he knows everything about the expedition, including our friend. You can trust him.”Vadim looked at his friend with distraught wide eyes. They all swore that they would tell no one of Anguirus’ existence!“I know I know, but I had to tell him. He needed to know about what happened in order to understand this thing better. He won’t tell anyone I promise, I will stake my life on that.”Easy for Gaafa to say, it wasn’t just his life that was on the line if Anguirus’ existence got out into the public.“This thing is a very interesting device that is for sure,” the unnamed man spoke out openly with a smile. “I’ve never seen any programming language like this before in all my years of poking around military projects. This honestly is just too high tech for them. The Russian military is still stuck in the Cold War days if you know what I mean. This thing, if I had to make a guess, this would have to be from the private sector. Or maybe it’s a piece of technology from the Americans.”“Great,” sighed Vadim as he took a seat opposite of Gaafa and his companion. “So what you are saying is that we are part of some kind of international black ops spy stuff. Great, I guess I can star in my own video game now!”The room fell silent after the attempt of the placid joke was uttered. It was a few moments before the conversation resumed. Vadim was a bit miffed that his humor was unappreciated, but it always was, so it let it pass. Gaafa’s friend continued on and told the men more about the mysterious device that had been obtained from one of the loneliest places on Earth.“As far as I have been able to tell, this machine operated like some sort of radar, but not. I mean all radar works by sending out electromagnetic waves, more specifically radio waves. It blankets an area and relays to the operator where objects are, how far they may be, and their densities even. This machine doesn’t use radio waves, at least not on a spectrum of sound waves that I am familiar with.”Gaafa’s friend pulled out a sheet of blank paper and began to illustrate his findings with a few rough pencil sketches so as his friends could follow along.“These energy waves still blanket an area, but don’t record physical layouts or object locations. They seem to only react when they come in contact with a very specific energy pattern that is housed in the memory chips of this thing. I’ve never seen energy patterns like this though; it’s not even close to anything on the known periodic table. If this machine was using the electromagnetic fields of the North Pole, I imagine that they were able to send this low frequency wave across a vast majority part of the globe. Whoever made this thing was looking for something. Something quite specific. And that something is considerably dangerous judging from the energy patterns that I have been able to decipher from this little box. Like Chernobyl big mind you.”“Woah.” Vadim let the word slip from his parted lips as his mind absorbed the rapid information.Suddenly it dawned on the young scientist. “That explains everything though. That thing explains exactly why everything happened the way that it did up there!”Gaafa tilted his head to one side and cocked an eyebrow in puzzlement.The words that would be exchanged next between the assembled group would shape the future of their world. It would also mold a great many others as well.“That explains why the Angurisaurus showed up,” Vadim excitedly began. “You see, dinosaurs and birds are close relatives. They are descendants. We now know that birds are extremely sensitive to the electromagnetic fields of the Earth. They use these fields to help with their migration patterns. If these fields were being bombarded with this energy wave, it might have been enough to lure him to the North Pole. His genetic disposition could have been greatly affected by that machine. It’s no wonder why your “moving” earthquake never faltered in its path. He made a straight line for the base. We inadvertently brought our savior to us.”Vadim got up and gently slapped his friend on the back. “That’s why he protected you, instead of attacking you! You had that machine in your pocket. It must have still been able to give off a faint signal of that radar like wave, even if it wasn’t attached to that top secret contraption you stole it from. He probably thought you were part of the family!”The enthusiastic paleontologist threw back his head and gave an uproarious series of laughs in order to release the pent up school boy giddiness that he had brewing within him. He honestly couldn’t believe how fortuitous their luck had been. He should really look into picking up a lotto ticket on his way back home once they were done with their meeting.“Do you believe that is why the other two monsters showed up as well,” Gaafa questioned as he grabbed his half glass of water that had been sitting in front of him.“No no no, there is no way,” Vadim shot back almost in hysterical laughter. “Peguila and Maguma are mammals. They are generally not affected by these fields like birds. Besides, all of those monsters are so drastically different from each other, there is just no chance in hell that this one particular radio wave would be able to affect them all in the same way. No I believe the answer behind Peguila’s and Maguma’s appearances are a lot easier explain.”A dark somber look overtook Vadim's once eager face. “I imagine that we did it. They were probably frozen in the ice. Hibernating. Or maybe they were trapped from the rapid cooling of the Earth after the asteroid hit. Fast forward sixty-five million years or so and you can start adding global warming into the mix. Human beings are destroying this planet with our wonderful polluting technology. The ice caps are melting. That is provable. We, in all likely reality, probably let them out of whatever iceberg was holding them at bay. We unleashed those horrors.” Vadim ran his left hand through his hair in a nervous display of anxiety.“God knows what else could be dwelling in that ice.”The final words hung like a slab of bloodied meat in an ice locker. It dripped with fear and potential chaos. To imagine that other creatures like Peguila and Maguma might still exist in the ice was a truly frightening thought that would crush the soul of any optimistic person.The two men’s minds flashed with memories of that fateful day. The frozen anguished looks of the dead men who were stopped silent in their tracks. The rivers of arduous tortured blood that was splattered across the snow. The smell of rancid glum that hung in the infernal hatred filled skies. It was all a phantasmal nightmare that would haunt the two men to their dying days.Suddenly an idea popped into Gaafa’s mind. It was an irrational thought that begged to be honored in order to stem the fear that was now growing in the pit of the men’s stomach. It would test the steel reserve of his newfound friend Vadim for sure.“Artur,” the heavy set man whispered in a soothing tone. “Do you think you could rebuild the device? Just make it smaller and lighter. Make it like the size of a beeper or cell phone. It doesn’t necessarily have to actually work like it did before; it just needs to be able to emit that selective sound wave though. It needs to be almost as effective in distance as the other one as well when it was hooked up to that machine at the base. Do you think you can do that?”“I have most of the programming language intact,” his friend replied. “And the wave pattern seems to hold their intensity for incredibly long distances. It doesn’t seem to dissipate as quickly as normal radio waves. I guess I could do it, but why?”Vadim shot up from the table after the innocent question was uttered. In his heart he knew what Gaafa was planning. It was foolish and whole heartily stupid. Gaafa was going to be playing with forces that had lived and endured through the twisting fate of the planet for millions of years. Those were forces that could literally level whole nations. They were dominating might that could not be controlled by the languid will of just one man.“You’re not serious!” Vadim yelled as his face reddened. “You are not really thinking of what I think you are thinking! You can’t control him. All you’re going to be making is an oversized dog whistle. You cannot use it. If you use that, there is no telling of where you will bring him. You might bring him into the heart of Moscow! He would kill thousands of people. That is too much power for one man to wield. You could literally end the country with one press of a button. You will be damning countless souls, corrupting thousands of lives!”“And what if we don’t,” Gaafa questioned back heatedly. “You don’t think the government is going to find out of his existence? They already suspect that we are lying because of those military scientists. You don’t think the government is going to piece together the same conclusions that you have already uttered here today?”Gaafa walked from around the table and closed the distance between him and Vadim. He wanted the young man to see the conviction in his eyes and to hear the tone of his humanity.“If we do not do this, then someone else in the government might. He would be nothing more than a military weapon. They could use him for something truly evil that I know in my heart that he is not capable of. You said it yourself. What if there is something else buried in that ice; lying in wait out there. Waiting for mankind’s continued stupidity to hurry along with the death of his dying world. It could be another Peguila, another Maguma? Or maybe…it could be something far, far worse. If just one of those monsters comes to Moscow, the military will be powerless to stop it. Anguirus could be our only hope. You witnessed those creature‘s powers in person!”“What you are suggesting though is nuts man,” the youthful paleontologist stated in much lower and softer tones. He was trying to calm himself down.“Do you think we could actually lead him where we wanted? Say that we do, then what? What happens afterwards? You think he is just going to leave? Do you think the government won’t attack him as well? Anguirus will be nothing more than a cornered animal that will operate on the basic instincts of fight or flight. And I am telling you, after seeing him first hand; I doubt that boy will ever choose flight over a drag out battle. The military might attack him, and in turn he would turn on them.”“We will use the device to call him away to someplace else. Somewhere where there are no people,” Gaafa explained earnestlyVadim threw up his hands in mild vexation at his friend’s wild fantasy of being able to control an actual kaiju.“You’re crazy, you know that.”“Look…I am aware of all of the risks my friend,” the chunky scientist continued. “But ask yourself, which is the greater threat. Another Peguila or Anguirus. If left unchecked, would it be more harmful to call for his assistance, rather than leave that icy flying beast to slaughter hundreds of thousands unchecked? You saw the lust in those demon yellow eyes of Peguila. It was an animal that killed not out of necessity, but from wantonness. That monster enjoyed it. I would not use this machine lightly. It would only be used in the most dire of needs.”Gaafa reached down and pulled the little box device in front of himself so as Vadim would be able to get a closer look at it. “We have to make sure that no one else discovers this secret and uses him for some nefarious scheme. We can make sure that our country, our world, will be safe from the carnage of another monster from the depths of this planet. Anguirus will be the light in the consuming shadow that darkens our world every day.”

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