I am really, really sorry about the lateness (and crappiness) of yesterday's shot. I have no excuse, it was me being lazy, stupid and playing too mcuh Wolfenstein. In fact, I'm so sorry that everyone gets a free devart request (Halloween or others). This isn't me shilling or anything, I really am sorry about this.

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Cartoonatic55: I'm glad you liked it, but in retrospect, I think I was just being petty. Still, glad to see someone agrees with me. Thanks for reading.

13/10/11 – Black Sun

1945.

With the Second World War nearing its close, Western Allied and Soviet troops close on the defeated Third Reich. Whole army groups surrender en masse. Now, the former allies race each other for scientists and technology developed by the Nazi regime.

As General Patton's Third Army crashes through Bavaria, it discovers the headquarters of the secretive SS Paranormal Division, a unit that takes direct orders from Himmler. The Division's scientists, researchers and (for lack of a better word) occultists are shipped off to the United States – it's officers and some of the foot soldiers would soon stand trial for war crimes.

One of the major projects discovered by the GIs was a small medallion known as the 'Thule Medallion.' A device of incredible power, it drew its energy from the 'Black Sun Dimension.' It could affect time, shield its user and empower any firearms held by him or her.

There was one major problem. The GIs who found it were not trained in its operation. A rifleman took hold of the medallion, and in the next five seconds he managed to strip four of his comrades and a captured SS soldier to the bone before dying in what seemed to be an invisible explosion. His sergeant reported that the private had reported seeing invisible creatures and started firing at nothing before his death.

After the war, the Pentagon launched exhaustive tests of the Thule Medallion, and eventually perfected it as a weapon and utility. It was given as a personal weapon only to those who passed a special test – and they would only hold the position for two years.

The Medallioneer, as he was called, was tasked with the most intricate and secret operations conducted by US Intelligence, answerable only to the President and the Joint Chiefs…and usually at least somewhat unhinged.

Indeed, you could almost say the Medallion was tainted – the technology of psychopaths.

CODENAME – BOTTLEDWATER
Target:S.Cheeks
Objective:Assassination
Background:OrganizationclosetoreplicatingThuleMedallion – executingCheekswillimpairtheirprogramsignificantly.

She was being paranoid. She had to be.

She'd been working on the thing her boss had wanted her to build for days on end. So what if she'd thought she'd seen someone behind her? It was just the stress.

She would have stopped, but she felt she was onto something here. A little more work, and an opening to this bizarre 'alternate dimension' would be made. Then it was just a matter of containing the energy released to…

"Madam."

Sandy jumped, and turned around.

A suited man stood in front of her, arms crossed. His eyebrow was raised in a bemused manner.

Sandy made a defensive stance, glaring at the intruder.

"You'd better have a good reason to be here, varmint!" she snarled.

"United States Government," replied the man, almost in monotone, "I'm here to put a stop to your research."

Sandy narrowed her eyes.

"Why?" she demanded.

The man snorted. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled at medallion. It was large, and adorned with three crystals.

"I hold in my hand the Thule Medallion," he replied, "It allows the user to draw power from the Black Sun Dimension."

Sandy glanced at the machine.

"The one my bosses ordered me to channel?" she quizzed.

"Your bosses?" sniffed the man, "You really think that came from your bosses?"

"…yeah," replied Sandy, shrugging, "It was their email address. What other folk would it be, anyway?"

The man laughed now.

"An organization of hackers, delinquents, crazies and vigilantes bent on 'saving the world'," he replied, "An organization known as the Swollen Eyeball Network."

Sandy blinked.

"The nutty ones, right?" she asked.

"In large groups, the crazy can be dangerously sane," warned the man.

He glanced at Sandy's unfinished machine.

"I'm under orders to kill you if you don't desist," he explained, "But would it influence your decision if I told you that the science you're using was developed by the Nazis?"

Sandy crossed her arms.

"Go on."

"Gladly," responded the man, "All research involving the Black Sun Dimension was ordered by General Viktor Zetta of the SS Paranormal Division in 1943. He tested his Black Sun programs on civilians, hospital patients and his own troops. This is tainted technology, madam."

Sandy glanced at the unfinished invention again, this time quite uncertainly.

"Alright, mister," she sighed, "You made your point. I'm done with this."

"Heh, Godwin's Law," chuckled the Agent, "Well then, I won't kill you."

Suddenly, the medallion glowed a bright yellow.

Sandy tried to ask what the glow was, only to find that her mouth didn't respond to her brain's commands. In fact, nothing at all responded to her brain's commands. She seemed to have been frozen.

The man held his head back and laughed.

"I love Mire," he sneered, "I caused a temporal flux. "You're frozen in time for, say…" he looked at his watch, "The next eternity, give or take."

What? thought Sandy, No!Hecan't…Ican'tbe…hesaid…

"But I kept my word," the man grinned, "I didn't kill you. Ain't that nice of me?"

IfIcouldtouchyou,I'dshowyounice,yadangdirtysonof…

He gave a thumbs up. In the reflection from his watch, Sandy could gather that she had been turned into some sort of stone-like substance – she looked almost like a statue made tan granite.

"Well, I'll be going," finished the man, "The Thule squad'll be here to pick you and take you to base, until then…don't go anywhere."

No…you get back here…I can't be stuck like this…get back here!

He walked over to the door. Before leaving, however, he turned around and looked at Sandy one more time.

"Like I said," he winked as he spoke, "Tainted stuff. The technology of psychopaths."

He walked out the door, whistling to himself.

And there, Sandy stayed.

I effing love Wolfenstein. :P