Tibet, October 1938 A.D.
12:34 PM
Reed started to crawl up the plateu after fixing up his shot shoulder.
The ground was sandy and slippery, but with desperation, and a little help from Seras, who crawled up right behind him, they both got up quickly enough.
One soldier was only hurt, not dead. He gritted his teeth and looked up to them, reaching out for the rifle that was near him.
Captain Reed pulled out his pistol and mercylessly shot his hand before he could do so.
„Alright now. I hope you understand what i say, asshole." Reed said in fluid german.
Seras was amazed by this fact. She knew that he was part American, part German, but she always believed he must have some kind of accent. But then again, this thought struck her, there must be a reason why he gained this high rank.
„We know you guys always have a hardon for the occult. So what is about this gun that leatherjacketed bastard just fired at me?" Reed asked, kicking the soldier as he wanted to turn over.
„Go to..hell.." The soldier pressed out, showing his middle finger with his other hand.
„Wrong answer." Reed said, shooting off his bad finger.
„Captain, there´s a book in these crates... i cant read what it says, but its something about weapons." Seras said after opening one of the supply crates that were stocked near the edge of the plateu.
„Goood... then maybe i wont need to press this idiot any further." But safty first, Reed thought, takeing the strange pistol from the dead officer.
Seras handed the book over to him, and Reed gave it a quick look, before giveing it back to Seras, telling her that she should pack it into her backpack.
Then, he spun around again, takeing the weapon into his hand and pointing it right at the soldier.
The soldier immidiantly broke out in sweat and pure freight. He didnt seem to be impressed by Reeds pistol, but now he had high respect.
„What? Its the same gun, basically." Reed compared the two pistols with each other. They were almost identical to each other... exept that the one he picked up had a deep red slide and the lower part of the slide didnt reflect the sunlight.
The engraveing on the slide didnt give off much, but it was obvious that it only was a copy of the Colt Gouverment, not a modified one.
„BX-03, Model 45. A very unususal name for a gun, wont you say?" Reed said to the soldier, pointing the gun at him again.
„...it means Blutkanone Experimentell, Version Drei, Colt Modell 45." He said without holding back anymore.
„Experimental Bloodgun, Version three." He translated for Seras.
„Id say we heard enough." She replied, shrugging.
„Yeah, definately. I cant stand anything more of this shit anyway." Reed turned to the soldier again, putting his own Colt back into its rightful holster.
„No, wait! Its dangerous to use it! Its only a prototype, it could...!" Reed had already pressed the trigger as the Soldier was still begging.
The red flash covered the most goreful part for Reed, but Seras had to watch.
The soldier was first hit by a red, deformed bullet which almost looked fluid, then his skin, his muscles, his bones were eaten up within a second. Only his clothes, torn to shreds and bloody, remained.
The gun now glowed red on the lower section of the slide, and Reeds hand twitched.
„What..what the.." he dropped the weapon, gripping his wrist.
„Whats wrong?" Seras asked, running over to him, blinking as the weapon on the ground spun its barrel towards her.
„A shock just went through my hand.. right as i fired.. not recoil or anything like that, it was more like... my blood disappeared for a second." Reed looked back at the weapon, finally understanding what the name meant.
„I would say we leave that here..." Seras replied, stepping far back from the gun.
„We cant.. thats a prototype, and an extremely dangerous one. We must let Integral know of this and thats the only way. But i won´t ever use it again."
Quickly, Reed put the pistol into his pocket, then started to run towards the direction of Lhass.
They were already late, and Seras quickly followed, almost faster than him.
If they are in possession of these things, then they could hold a serious threat to the world with thier war.. and they had to finish thier mission as quick as possible to let Integral know.
It didn´t even take two hours to come to Lhass, the spiritual captial of Tibet, known as the city of the gods.
„Here we are.." Reed said, panting after all the running.
„Yes... the city of the gods, isnt it?" Seras asked, not exausted at all.
„Exactly... the Nazis believe.. that thier Atlantic ancestors.. come from here." Reed explained through his panting, then started to go again. „Our destination is the big temple over there."
They walked up a long, stone stairway, leading to an ancient temple made of dark wood.. Seras couldn´t tell what it was, but of all people, she wouldn´t know anyway.
Reed only guessed that it was a hard sort of wood, because after all the years, the temple seemed to be perfectly intact.
It reminded a bit of those gigantic towers they had in Asia sometimes.. but it was only thirteen feet tall.
Quickly, they rushed towards the entrace and slid both of the thick doors open.
An gigantic stone stature waited inside, as well as a man in a black uniform.
„Welcome, agents... i hope you enjoyed your trip and the little fights on the way. Before you ask, no, we havent met before, so i´ll introduce myself first." The man spoke quickly in an slightly accented English.
„Im Hauptmann Jürgen Meiers, one of the head persons of the SS Paranormal Division. Quite a magifient city, isnt it? Full of wonders, answers and questions.. but my question is, what do you seek if you only seek us? You could find us anywhere in the moment. My answer to this question is.. you seek death. Otherwise, you wont have entered the ancient Atlantic temple of Mars, wont you?"
Reed automatically reached for his pistol and fired a round into Meiers body, but he quickly regenerated, laughing. „Something i have, but you don´t... immortallity. All veterans have this... Gas is an interesting substance." After three more rounds from Reed, Meiers quickly ran away from them, through the door they came from, then locking it from the other side.
Seras tried to kick it open, but nothing happened as she hit the door.
„Damnit... were trapped in here." She cursed, looking around.
„Yeah, but what´s his goal? What does he archive with that? Its not like we suffocate in here.." Reed asked, mostly himself, as he looked around as well.
Both thier questions were answered as the stone stature began to move on its own.
"Shit!" Reed shouted as the stone fist reached out for him. Fortunely, it was reasonably slow, making him able to dodge it.
Seras immidiantly started fireing at the huge enemy, spending a whole clip with not much effect.
Reed also shot his clip empty onto the large foe, then ejecting it almost instantly, rolling over to the other side of the room to reload.
"Captain.. we might need to use a trick. This thing could help us find a way out!" Seras suggested while reloading as well, dodgeing the fist of the beast before it could crush her body as whole.
"Yes, but.. how?" Reed kept fireing, ejecting another clip after that.
"How should I know? Im not trained for these!" Seras replied, holding her fire, just avoiding the beast.
"...maybe.. Hey, I know! Lets try and shoot off one of its legs with our concentrated firepower!" Reed said, aiming at the left leg.
"Right, that might work." Seras nodded, also aiming at the left leg.
"Wait... wait.. now!" As the beast was close to them, and thus close to the door, they both opened fire, Reed with his semiautomatic pistol, Seras with her carbine which she handled like an assault rifle.
It didn´t take too long, althrough the leg wasn´t off, a big buldge was in there, and the beast fell into the door like a tree... both shreddered with a crash.
Two SS soldiers, who waited near the doorframe, got stirred up and opened fire into the room, but were quickly ambushed by Seras kicking one into the chest, and Reed punching another over as they simply jumped out from behind the frame.
"Good to know we didnt have to waste more ammo on them." He replied, cracking his fist after kicking the second soldier into the face.
"Yes, because we don´t have any bullets anymore." Seras added, stabbing her soldier with the bayonet right in the face.
"Well, now we have." It came from him, as he holstered the pistol and picked up the MP 38.
"Right." Seras also grabbed one, takeing the time to grab the ammo the soldier had as well.
Both ran out of the city, shooting everything and everyone who was holding a gun and came past them...
"How do we get back to Integra?" Reed asked Seras, while gunning down a Tibet rebel.
"I have no idea. But maybe we could find a boat or a plane somewhere."
As soon as she finished that sentence, the two saw a plane on a short stone field, starting its engine, about to take off.
Seras took a quick look at it, then made a gesture to Reed.
"Climb on my back, Captain. Ill get that."
Reed decided to trust her. What other options could he choose from, anyway.
"Uh.. are you sure thats going to work?" He asked as he gripped her shoulders tightly.
"Prositive. Just hang on as best as you can." Seras made a slight grin as finally something exciteing happened.
Sprinting with inhuman speed, she reached out for the plane.. but it took off already.
In the last possible moment, she finally catched up with it, and with a scream, she jumped into the air and gripped the rudder of the plane hardly.. a few little buldges were carved into the metal where she grabbed it.
"Quick. Climb onto it, ill follow." She said, gritting her teeth tightly not to loose her grip.
"Alright." Reed replied, crawling over her head and shoulders to get on the back of the plane´s hull.
As he was off her, it looked like Seras was about to be shaken off, the rudders were raised up, but Seras took this opportunity to make an elegant somersault onto the hull.
"There. Now, how are we gonna get on board?" Reed asked, while fighting with staying on the hull. It wasnt polished and many bolts stood out, so holding tight was easy, but the plane was quickly speeding up, sending lots of wind their direction.
"Gimme your bayonet. Ill handle that." Seras said, takeing his bayonet out of its sleeve.
Then, she got on her knees, and handled the big knife like a tin opener, sliceing a hole into the hull, big enough to slip in.
"Alright, here we go!" She giggled, jumping into the plane, making it shake alittle.
"Ah! Hey, dont be so rush!" Reed yelled before crawling in also.
The plane wasnt very big.. roughly made for a few passegers and the pilots.
Seras and Captain Reed landed in the passager cabin, looking around quickly.. Nobody seemed to be there.
Reed took his Colt out again, and loading the last clip. As Seras lost the MP while jumping onto the plane, she gripped the bayonet after picking it up from the ground.
Seras kicked the metal door to the cockpit open, revealing an unknown pilot.. and Hauptmann Meiers.
"Ah, you two are presistant.. well, lets start where we left off, shall we?" He yelled over the wind noise, takeing an Luger Carbine out of his coat and fixing a stock to it quickly, then immidiantly starting to fire at Seras.
"Bullets wont help you, vampire!" She said as she jumped onto him, sliceing his throat with the blade.
"And knives wont harm me, you silly girl." Meiers coughed, emptying his clip into Reed instead.
He took two shots into the shoulder, and one to the chest.. he fell over as the oversized pistol clicked.
"Out of options, bloodsucker." Seras sticked the bayonet deep into his heart, making Meiers gasp. However, it didnt stop him at all.
"End of the ride, girl." He meant, gripping her shoulder and biteing down her neck.. but before he could drink Serass blood, a weird shot noise rang out, and his body vaporized.
Reed had used the bloodgun again, gritting his teeth at the pain. "Seems like they arent so immortal at all."
Seras regenerated her wounds, stepping over to Reed. "Are you alright?" she asked, unnecessaryly.
"Not at all. But I guess ill make it.. it doesnt hurt to breath or anything." Slowly, he stood up again, having a bit of trouble from the pain going through him.
Seras rushed back into the cockpit as she noticed the plane going downwards.
"Shit, the pilot got shot from Meiers.." she muttered, then jumped onto the copilots seat.
Reed stumbled into the cockpit as well, shoveing off the dead pilot with his good hand, then sitting down on the seat. "Height?"
Seras looked at the instruments. "Merely five hundred feet. Applitude falling.
Reed gripped the rudder with his right hand, pulling it up as strong as he could, Seras did the same.
"Applitude?" He asked while trying to avoid the mountains ahead of them.
"Constant. Starting to rise. Heights are at thousand feet.
"Okay, hold it this way, and lets head home."
"Alright Captain. You better get in the back and treat your wounds, i´ll get us home meanwhile." Seras said, cracking her shoulder and blocking the rudder for a moment.
Reed nodded, standing up again.. Seras supported him from falling over. As he was safely in one of the seats, she hurried back into the cockpit and jumped on the pilots seat, unblocking the rudder again.
Reed looked at her for a while as he looked for the medikit stored in the plane. She was a multitalent, alright. But she was starting to become human.
Tibet Encounter, complete.