User blog:Tesla Man/WikiLost - E15 - Warpath

Hello my friends! Welcome to the fifteenth episode of WikiLost, and I'm very excited to get to this because now is when the REAL fun begins.If you want to catch up on all the fun, but don't want to read 14 episodes, make sure to check out my recap page where summaries of all the episodes are located. Once you do that, come on back and enjoy the episode!

Ximena climbed to the top of the watchtower and held up her binoculars, rotating the eyepiece to zoom in towards the beach above the green tree line. In the haze of distance, a column of black was barely visible as it almost faded in with the dark gray of the skies. The camp had faintly heard gunshots, but they had all assumed that Four Stars had won, everybody but Evol. Evol was a known paranoid, his actions usually seemed delusional and irrational, but most of the time he was right. He had ordered a count on all weapons, and that everybody prepare for an offensive attack. Everybody complied reluctantly besides Malcolm, who had stayed in his tent waiting for word from Ximena. He was packing one backpack full of food, clothing, and especially guns. Before, he had packed Ximena’s bag while she was up in the tower, and now, with Ximena opening the tent flap and putting on her backpack, his work was finally put to use. Few words were spoken as they left the camp, mainly to stay as quiet as possible so they wouldn’t be caught escaping, also in pure shock of the audacious move they had just made. They ducked under branches and in between tree trunks, over ajar roots, and through thicks of leaves.

They walked about a mile and found the creek Ximena had been leaving the guns for the past week. There was an indent in the soil from the bags that were left, and the stream had flooded it. As she began to walk through the stream, she kicked her foot into the hole, displacing the wet sand to hide any indication of treachery on her part. Her feet splashed through the water, her boots protected her from the gushes of water but Malcolm wasn’t as fortunate, he took most of the blow of the water, his pant legs got soaked, runoff from them sunk into his boots, wetting his socks and setting him up for blisters.

The group stopped about a minute later, and turned around, seeing the faded outline of a group of eight following them. Malcolm pushed Ximena to the ground and he dropped with her. The group laid on their stomachs behind a bush as the group approached, not recognizing their presence they stopped at the creek. Ximena recognized the man in charge, the people at the camp called him T-Bone, and he was in charge in the event of Lucidus dying.

“Follow the stream, it leads right into their camp on the beach.” T-Bone bent to the stream and cleaned his face off then continued marching towards the camp, followed the by group of seven.

“We gonna stop them?” Malcolm whispered.

“No. They aren’t at the camp anymore.” Ximena said expressionlessly, then she stood and continued walking towards the scientist camp.

Barry walked into the laboratory up on the mountainside with Lexi and Negative. It was out of shape and clearly not maintained. Bob Dave led them to the back of the laboratory, past rows of equipment and experiments that were neglected. Barry looked to his right and saw a large canister on the ground, a label reading “Caution: Hazardous Fumes” a black uppercase DB was on a sticker on the side of it, a sticker that was also present on the hallucinogen canisters.

Bob took them into a large room at the back which was chaotic and disorderly, broken glass scattered all over the floor and tubes were cut, and chips in the brick lay on top of tables and experiments. In the back corner was a table, barely illuminated by a single flickering light bulb, and a man sitting in a chair at it. He was facing the table and in a lab coat. He was shaking, his hands were tightly grasped around a beer bottle and his feet were rolling around an empty one on the ground.

“Reignic!” Bob pounded on the table and the man looked up. Bob Dave turned to the group and showed a face of disappointment. “This is Joe, he’s leader of the chemical weapons branch.” He took a quick glance at him and corrected himself. “Used to be.”

Joe raised a hand and waved casually, a depressed grimace was on his face and his shoulder length hair was messy and a beard was on his face. “He never left this room in a long time if you haven’t noticed, and now if you don’t mind I’m going to ask him a question.” Bob swung his cane over his head and down on Joe’s hand which was clenching the glass bottle. On impact, the bottle broke and the cane smashed his hand into the broken glass. Joe shot out of his drunken state and stopped shaking and began pulling shards of glass out of his hand. “Where’s the explosive mechanisms?” Joe pointed to a cabinet behind him, the third from the right, and Lexi walked over and opened it, revealing empty canisters of the hallucinogen.

“We use these explosive devises in these Reignic capsules our buddy Joe created, hence his nickname. You’ve encountered these before I assume? Reignic’s an altered version of Capsaicin, a hallucinogen that creates panic in the victim. In this case, we’ve managed to cause mass hallucination. The pin that’s in them detonates a small scale explosion that breaks the glass inside these canisters and releases the gas. Outside of the container, the explosion is quite devastating.” He waved his arms around the trashed room. He handed over the canisters to Barry. “They should work for what Captain plans to use them for. You can take the truck.”

The group turned to leave and Bob Dave added in one more comment. “So do you guys plan on staying at the Database?”

“Is that what you call this place?” Negative wondered, reminiscing to just calling it ‘the scientist camp’. Bob nodded his head and the group ran out and began their trip to hand over the explosives.

“In my opinion, you should come outside more often.” Bob left the room and closed the door to the sound of a whiskey bottle popping open.