-BEYOND THE HORIZON-

THE THING ON THE RUN II

The Investigation begins...!

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On this particular day, everything happened a bit later than it does on other days of the week. The wreckages left by the Monster were undeniable, unmistakable. Steel doors lay beaten and battered on the ground, broken chunks of rocks and containment-grade concrete lay scattered all over the place, injured soldiers were wheeled out the way on gurneys whilst some were being attended to. All these were calamities faced when creatures beyond our imagination, creatures that would otherwise not be possible in anyway shape or form breach containment, creatures that do not wish to be locked in.

"8 lab personeels, 10 security guards. All safe and accounted for... in the hospital, that is. All in critical condition. So common place, the situation is. Just an ordinary part of the job." Was the remark before the elevator leading to the hallway room buzzed and it's doors slid open. And while the remainder of Foundation mopped up the aftermath of the incident with repair efforts underway, two youngsters rush in halfway through the main hall only to arrive to a scene of utter chaos where a heated confrontation between Foundation agents and the anomaly had taken place the night prior and towards their guardian instructor, the young Claives sought after. Haturii, a young man in his mid-twenties who stood alongside Stonehaven's chief of security turned to look at them.

Deputy Haturii, a former Black Ops Claive member and one of the most influential members of the Stonehaven police force, better known as the SPFS had been summoned for one of the most important missions of his life. It was so above top secret that even he would likely undergo amnestic treatment once he'd seen the job through. It comes with the territory when you're dealing with Rscp 004. Haturii actually knew very little about Rscp 004 and how it worked. How it operated. Like many of the more top secret anomalies contained by the Foundation, only the council and the Site directors understood the full scope of it. Everyone below them were only told the specific fragments of information they needed to do their jobs. After all, filling your head with the wrong kinds of knowledge can get your memory wiped, or worse at the Rscp Foundation.

"What's going on? We got here as fast as we could." The boy said, panting heavy.

"What happened here?" The girl asked, staring at the two adults with green, thin eyes, paired by short eyebrows set in a determined expression. She had this fiery masculine gaze to her, partly the result of being hard trained since the age of 6, but also because of her fierce exercises in the mountains but since she was so full of spirit, there was nothing girlish or delicate about her. She was not the product of women's apartments, not one of those brought up by mothers and nurses, nor was her body overweight, not surprisingly since she exercised every limb in training and physical exercises. Her hair was red, not due to feminine sophistications, dyes or applications, but the colour was natural. Long term exposure to the sun had her face reddened and it looked as though she blushed slightly, which was far from the case. The girl had two astonishing qualities - One, being a natural at pulling off disguises, changing her appearance often when in a bid to escape detection or evade her pursuers and the other and most known, her thrill for battle.

There is no one common trait for the origins of a Claive. Some fall into the life by accident, some seek it to help those in need. And some are just looking for a good fight. Rikesho Yukira Margherita is one of many a few. Like most Claives from her clan, Yukira sports a variation of the standard uniform, typical of her clans men. However, hers possessed sleeves far longer and looser than the standard, conveying a small appearance to a kimono. Furthermore, there were no bands tying her trousers at the calves, which made them far looser and accompained too, she went with her clan's traditional brown sandals, her long red hair tied back into a spiked pony tail with a chin-length swoop of hair draping over the right side of her face.