Hi: Well our favorite couple is separated but for how long. Also, Michael made a promise to save her sister. This short post is to whet your appetite for more. Remember I said it will be getting hot soon.

Chapter 10

Orphans in a storm

Michael walked freely through the Naval Medical Facility in Subic Bay. Wearing a pair of jungle boots, he still was thankful for the marine that handed him the pair. Leather bottoms and a canvas upper, the shoe of choice during the Vietnam War still resonated a fan club in tropical locations. It had been cleared by the government agents for the person of interest to be allowed to wear a full uniform.

"You look good enough to be a marine." The M-4 armed member of the Corp smirks with the comment. "Damn paratroopers…" He ends his observation with a slight grumble.

"Hey, are got to admit, these fatigues you got could stand on their own."
The added remark travels the length of the small hallway. Its author sits at a metal desk in front of two doors. A sign is draped over the entrance. A numbers 454 stand beside it.

No admittance except to authorized personnel.

The line below it catches Michael's interest.

Use of deadly force…authorized.

"Wow! What's in there?'" Mike asks in a boyish, innocent tone."
"Who knows?" The marine answers. Close crop red hair decorate the sides of his head. A pleated green cap sits on his head. "We don't even know. Just some scientists or doctors or whatever come in and out all day." He stretches his spine, forcing a muscled chest forward.

"Must be some knida experiment. Too high level for a dumb trooper like me." Michael's departing words.

She's in there. Damn, I gotta do something.

Turning the next corner he halts midway through the corridor.

Tonight, I gotta do it tonight.

His last thoughts as he hustles to his room.

The medical room of a Russian Submarine.

A humming sound fills the sick bay. Doctor Popov continues with his examination of the sedated young woman.

"We must locate the center of her high frequency nerves that controls that song." A monitor with numerous pictures of an area making up the throat is intensely looked at by Popov and his Chinese assistant.

"Doctor Chan," he pulls a slim instrument from the woman's mouth. Popov possesses a disgusted expression.

"Doctor, I can see you are not happy." Chan comments.

"The MRI and all the Cat Scans show nothing unusual. Nothing at all." He replies.

Waving the two attendants to advance, they move the examination table to the room's exit. It is a short walk to the science lab and the fortified tank.

"I'm fed up with this thing…this beast. I was going to wait to cut out what I believe gives her…this thing, the ability for that Siren's Song." The Russians hands wave in the air.

"No, Doctor Popov! You must wait till you know. We cannot make any mistakes. She possesses a weapon of unimaginable destruction."

"I like the way you think, Chan. I'm glad you came over to our side."

"Doctor Popov, does this thing have a name." The Chinese scientist lets out a short laugh. "After all, it is your discovery."

"A name? A name?" He ponders, putting his fingers to his chin.

"Yes, Popov. A name."

"The Russian cracks a smile,чудовище," his grin grows wider as Doctor Chan asks.

"What does it mean?"

There is a slight pause as Popov snorts a laugh,

"Sea Monster."

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