Chapter 11: Heat and Pressure

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By Chaos it was hot!

Zephyr panted not only out excursion from running for the passed couple hours, but from the suffocating heat and smothering smelly air. He could feel the warmth rising up from the gravel underneath the soles of his shoes. Seriously who builds a secret weapon's facility in the middle of an active volcano?!

As he exited one of the many dead side-vents a wave of heat washed over him. The fumes smelling fouler than the time he broke an egg in his bedroom and didn't tell his parents for three weeks. The speedster choaked, coming to a stop. Just close enough to the cliff's edge, allowing him to peer down into the bubbling and boiling magma pool below. Zephyr pulled his face away from the edge and swallowed down rising bile. Well, that was probably one of the most terrifying moments of his life.

His com-link suddenly beeped, signaling someone trying to contact him. Snapping out of his trace, Zephyr pressed a period to his head set.

"Come in, Zephyr! Zephyr, come in!"

"I'm here, Sparky."

"Have you located the main vent?"

"That's the one with the giant pool of lava below it?"

"Yeah, and it's magma, as it hasn't reached the surface yet."

"Does that really matter right now?"

"Grammar always matters!"

Zephyr resisted to urge to roll his eyes, instead looking at their target. A large generator that was slowly being lifted out of the volcano through the main vent. It was hanging on a strong rope, over the molten pool. This was going to be tricky.

He leaned back into in com-link, "Are Mari and Angie ready."

"Few more moments, Angie's finishing the download now, but Mari is ready to go."

"Are we sure that this going to work?" Zephyr casted another quick glance at the cauldron of melted rock.

"Well, the numbers all work out...."



Angie ran down the stone hall. Oh, she was late! This places locks had been harder to pick then the last couple. She had downloaded the information, and then bolt for her position. Her cowboy boots crunching the gravel below them. Due to the ground's unstable nature, she almost missed the rumbling below her feet.

The cave wall suddenly split in half, and out tumbled a creature of metallic scales. Its large whirling jaws clicking loudly, as it began barreling towards her. Angie dropped to the ground and rolled to the side, causing the creature to hit the ground ahead of her, missing her, but also trapping her in the back half of the cave; where she was running from. Her head flew up to face her enemy. The creature's half rusted body, veiled in a dark aura like a storm cloud, made her stomach churn. A Bottom Feeder.

Oh, many of nights had she heard stories of these creatures. Birthed from the black womb of the genius mind of monsters, the creation was the darkest dead sprites forced to possess a broken metal shell. It wasn't alive, not in the normal way. It lived but only ever living in eternal pain. They were dangerous, powerful and bloodthirsty by nature. Blind and deaf but you could never hide from them, for they sense your very soul, the lifeforce that animated your flesh. She swallowed.

The clicking raged loudly, before the snake like undead beast rushed forward. Angie couldn't run. The tight walls off the cave was far too small, smothering any chance of fleeing. There was only one choice. Fight. She readied her stance, and clenched her fists. Once it was close enough, she threw her fist into its jaw. The strength of her punch, made the air around the impact ignite in a burst of wild flames. The creature was sent flying into the cavern wall, where it buried itself back into the volcanic rock.

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