Chapter 1: R&D
Hans walked the corridors, shining his flashlight into each room as he passed. The Ostwald Innovations R&D department was the foremost tech research facility in the world. Men would kill to work here, what they would do to get their hands on the tech created was even worse. Hans' job was to make sure none of that happened. It was a job that he took very seriously, and Ostwald paid him the money to back that up.
The air vents rumbled over his head. Hans shined his flashlight upward, resting his hand on the taser at his hip. Three loud metallic bangs sounded. The walls shook and a cold gust blew through the hallway. Hans ducked instinctively, drawing the taser. He scanned the hallway for a target, only seeing empty air.
That was when the air rushed at him, knocking him to the floor. A strong wind blew through the hallway like an impossible hurricane. Hans tried to stand and stumbled. Staying low to the floor he rushed down the hall, ducking into the first open room he could find. He crouched behind a desk in the room, kicking the door closed as the wind howled in the outside.
"Es gibt Probleme in Sektor 4" He called into his radio.
The door burst open with a heavy gale. Hans' hair was whipped back as a swirling, miniature tornado careened into the office.
"Mein Gott" He gasped.
The tornado shot at him, giving him only seconds to dive out of the way. He rolled to the door. Kneeling in the doorframe, Hans whipped out his taser, firing the crackling metallic cords into the whirling devil. The cords went in, spinning with the wind and swinging around back at him. He dove again, but not before one of the two taser cords could catch him in the arm. It stung, but nothing more, without the second cord to complete the circuit through the body it was useless.
He pulled the cord out and made a break for the window. The tornado followed him, knocking against the walls and breaking off pieces of plaster, shooting them forward at the hapless security guard. Hans ran harder, flipping his flashlight in his hand before tossing it at the window. The glass shattered and Hans leaped through it, tumbling down from the second story before landing hard in the bushes. 'Thank god for shrubberies.'
He looked up, wondering where the tornado had gone. To his surprise and horror the demonic thing was running down the side of the building, growing in size as it hit the night air. Hans began running again, taking the pathway along the river that ran adjacent to the facility.
Soon passersby began to take notice of the burly security guard being pursued down the walkway by an ever growing, seemingly sentient, tornado.
"Was ist das?!"
"Lauf um dein Leben!"
"Es ist unmöglich,!"
The crowds scattered as the tornado continued to bear down on Hans. Noticing this, Hans was struck with an idea, not a terribly bright one, but the best he was going to come up with while being chased by a maniac tornado.
"Ah Mist!" He yelled as he vaulted over the security rail and plunged himself into the river.
The tornado hovered above him on the walkway for a moment. Then it disappeared. The wind died down leaving only the trial of wreckage in it had caused. Hans sat there, treading water and wondering what the hell had just happened to him.