A nudist beach agent stood in front of a helicopter pad. He was a grizzled old timer, an obvious veteran agent wearing a nudist beach uniform although it seemed to bear a large medal on the right strap, his uniform also included a pair of sunglasses, his head was slathered with slick black hair and above his lip sat a cheesy but decently groomed thick grey moustache. The agent watched expectantly as the air was filled with with the sounds of whirring as a helicopter lowered onto the pad.
The agent placed his finger against his ear piece and tried to raise his voice above the sound of the helicopter, "Yeah he's arriving right now."
As the helicopter landed the side door slid open and who stepped out was professor Xavier Natrium. The professor quickly walked forward to shake the hand of the Nudist beach agent.
"Ah director Goda, seems the place turned out quite nice."
The agent replied with an amused smile, "Heh yeah, although there's still some kinks we need to work out, so to speak."
The two started walking away from the helicopter pad, the professor looking about curiously, "I was wondering, why did you decided to build this place in the desert? I would of thought you were tired of getting sand in your underwear, although I'm starting to doubt you wear any..."
The two men then began walking through a large complex filled with nudist beach agents completing various activities, many of which were moving about from place to place, some standing guard while others moved large industrial crates via forklifts. Surrounding the complex was a large wall where agents patrolled on, armed with needle rifles. The complex was connected to a road via a large gate at the front of the complex.
Goda answered the question as he placed his hand against a panel next to a large steel sliding door, the panel scanning his hand before the two sides of the door slides open, "Yeah well after observation, we learned that the specimen has adapted itself for the desert environment, that and it makes for a convenient isolated location away from the public, also yes we don't wear any underwear."
They began walking through steel corridors, past other agents who appeared to be conducting construction work on various parts of the halls while others made their way into various rooms via similar doors to before. The agent passed the professor a lanyard, with a laminated card reading "VISITOR" the professor giving it a quick look over before putting it on.
The agent spoke up as he led the professor to an elevator, the doors sliding open within a moment after Goda pressed the button to head down, "Things have been on edge ever since that attack in Japan happened."
The two stepped inside the elevator, the agent standing on the side of the control panel pressing the button labelled "B1" as the professor replied, his voice showing sympathy, "Yeah I heard about that, I'm sorry, it must of been hard to lose so many of your fellow agents like that..."
Goda simply grumbled solemnly, "Part of the job."
The elevator dinged just as the doors slid open revealing another corridor. There were several doors along this corridor but straight ahead was a much larger door with two nudist beach agents wielding needle rifles. As Goda and Xavier approached one of the armed agents gave a thumbs up to a security camera situated in the middle of the corridor. Another agent in the facility's main control room witnessed this through the camera feed before tapping some keys on a keyboard allowing access to the large door. As the large door opened the two armed agents gave salutes to Goda who saluted back before leading Xavier through the door. Beyond the large steel door lied a darkened room.
The professor looked about in confusion, "Do we need night vision goggles or something?"
Goda merely stood with his arms crossed as he shouted, "Lights!"
All of a sudden large spotlights illuminated the room. The room was a large hall-like room with the wall at the back being made of a thick glass, behind the glass was an area simulating an open cavern environment with the life fiber creature sitting still on the cave floor.
The professor perked up observing the creature enthusiastically as Goda began narrating over the display, "Its been becoming more and more inert ever since we captured it, possibly entering some sort of hibernation state."
Xavier approached the glass looking closely at the entity as he answered knowledgeably, "Of course, she's low on food..."
As the professor attempted to get close to the glass for a close up observation, suddenly several tendrils sprouting from the creature sprang to life and immediately flew at the glass. The sudden movement of the creature startled Xavier causing him to stumble backwards in surprise. Xavier looked back at Goda for a moment, Goda watching still with his arms cross and the same expression as before, however Xavier seemed to feel he was being judged by the veteran agent.
The professor cleared his throat awkwardly as he straightened his tie attempting to salvage some of his perceived lost image, "E-er well as I was saying..."
"Hm what is it? I'm with a VIP right now." Suddenly agent Goda interrupts holding his finger against his ear piece, "What?!" He raised his voice, capturing the curiosity and concern of the professor as he paused for a moment to receive a reply, "Alright, I'm on my way." Goda then turned towards Xavier, his tone more cool and professional than before, "I'm afraid a situation has occurred that could compromise the security of this facility. I'd hate to interrupt your observation of the specimen but its best for your safety that you accompany me to the main control room."
The doctor started walking towards the door as he responded with exasperated understanding, "Yes yes, I understand there's a procedure to this kind of thing, however I expect to have an exorbitant amount of time with the specimen after."
The large steel door opened with the professor stepping through, agent Goda taking one last look at the life fiber creature before the lights shut off causing Goda to follow Xavier out of the room.
The two quickly made their way through the facility, making it to a black version of the usual steel doors with the nudist beach insignia inscribed onto it. The doors slid open to reveal a large room with many rows of desks with a large gap down the middle leading from the door. In front of each other each one holding monitors displaying various information with agents sitting in front of each of the monitors causing the room to be filled with various chatter. At the back of the room was a large screen displaying the open air above the desert, specifically a helicopter approaching from the distance towards the direction of the camera.
"What the hell..." Goda uttered beneath his breath before making his way down the central aisle while Xavier scratched his chin with intrigue as he continued to observe the display. As Goda reached the centre of the room he turned his head to one of the agents sitting in front of a monitor, "What's their ETA?"
The agent sitting at the desk who appeared to be a man wearing a standard nudist beach uniform replied to Goda as he continued to hurriedly inputting into his keyboard, "About a minute sir, we still ain't sure where they came from exactly since even in this desert plain the vehicle wasn't visible till about 5 minutes ago."
Goda held his hand on his chin as he squinted from behind his sunglasses, "Hm I don't like this at all... Have you tried hailing them?"
The agent looked back up at Goda, "yes sir, no reply."
Goda nodded understandingly, "Alright, let me try."
The agent then handed a mic connected to a small stand to Goda. A few seconds passing before the agent giving Goda a thumbs up to inform him that he was ready to talk, "Attention unidentified air craft, This is the head of this facility. You are entering restricted air space, I suggest you turn away or we shall be forced to take abrasive actions.
Goda pulled the mic away from his mouth and waited for a reply from the other end of the call while he watched the feed on the main screen. However no reply came and the helicopter continued approaching from the distance.
Goda turned back to the agent, handing off an order with a firm and professional voice, "Ready the anti air and send out an announcement to all the agents present in the facility to be ready in their battle stations."
The agent threw out a concerned "Sir?"
Goda looked out strongly back at the feed from the main display, "I refuse to let us get caught out on our asses again when we have the capability to save lives."
"Yes sir!" the agent's voice more firm as he accepted this duty.
However before the agent could complete the order, suddenly three strange objects began to appear around in the air around the approaching helicopter. The shape of the objects was obscured from the facility's view due to the angle of the camera, however the way they moved was unlike any missile or other possible objects they could be. This sight caught the attention of Goda, Xavier and every agent in the control room who stared with worried curiosity, but before they could make any rational response, the objects suddenly flew from the air around the helicopter and crashed into different parts of the facility causing shaking through out and massive damage to the areas they hit.
The impact of the attack hit the control room almost immediately sending shockwaves throughout the area causing desks to shake, monitors to flicker and glitch including the main feed at the back, some monitors falling and breaking. The agents were on immediate damage control.
Goda immediately sending urgent orders to the agent next to him, "Fire the Anti air missiles!"
The agent quickly started activating the anti air missile launchers, three of them to be exact dotted around the roofs of the facility. The agent using his still functioning computer activated the targeting function for the weapon's systems, placing an aiming reticule over the image of the approaching helicopter.
"Firing!" the agent shouted as he pressed a key.
As soon as the agent did this the missile launchers fired several missiles at the helicopter. Everyone in the room watched with the tension climbing higher for every second the missiles approached. Suddenly three more objects started appearing around the helicopter.
With the distance now having closed quite a bit the shape of the objects were far more visible, causing Goda to utter in his shock, "Are those... scissors?"
It wasn't even half a second after he said this when the objects appearing to be large pairs of scissors began flying about with a frenzied pace, intercepting with every missile causing them to explode before reaching the helicopter. The scissors then flew throughout the facility, targeting the missile launchers and destroying them.
Goda threw out a frustrated "Shit!" He then went to give his next order, "fire the anti air heavy machinegu-"
"Sir..." The agent at the desk interrupted Goda and the fear could be heard in the agent's voice.
Goda went from looking at the agent to looking back at the main display feed to see the helicopter hovering right above the facility, a large figure appeared at the door of the helicopter before jumping out. When they hit the ground they caused the largest impact to the facility yet, sending up an explosion-like cloud of dust and debris. This impact hitting the control room would be the one to finally shut down the main display.
Goda's expression went to calm focus as he began to address the whole room, "Alright everyone! I want a squad here with me protecting the control room and I want another squad protecting the holding cell for the specimen since that's most likely what these bastards are after, and lastly I want DTRs on the move with every available agent moving to intercept the intruders understood?"
All the agents in the room shouted a collective "Yes sir!"
Goda then responded imbuing his words with strong leadership, "We ain't gonna let these assholes get the best of us! We are the sentinels of humanity! We are..."
Goda let his sentence trail off so the agents in the room could collectively shout to finish it, "NUDISTS. ON. THE. BEACH!" Goda nodded approvingly, "That's right! Now lets get to work!"
The rest of the agents then began to mobilise, grabbing their needle rifles and setting up the security within this room, while other agents communicated with the other personnel within the facility.
Goda turned towards Xavier, "I apologise about the trouble professor."
Xavier replied understandingly removing any tension between them, "No need to apologise, these things happen, well... sometimes."
Goda smiled with appreciation before gesturing towards the agent he was next to earlier, "This agent will guide you to our safe room, you won't need to worry about anything there; its at the lowest point in the facility, lined with impact resistant steel and it will lock automatically with that visitor tag you got."
Xavier nodded professionally, "Thank you director Goda and... good luck."
Goda nodded back before Xavier and the guiding agent made their way outside the room.
On the outside of the building within the perimeter of the facility, nudist beach agents began forming a barrier between the crater and the centre of the facility. DTRs rumbled their way pointing needle machine gun attachments towards the centre of the crater, and along side them were Nudist beach agents crouching as they aimed their needle rifles in the same direction. The cloud of dust emanating from the crater obscured much of the centre however the agents started to see a figure at the centre. The cloud began to dissipate as the helicopter above started to lower, allowing the agent to see the figure standing at the centre. The figure was a tremendously large man wearing a black suite jacket with crimson lines running down vertically throughout, the jacket was accompanied by matching trousers and a black shirt with a red tie. What caught the attention of the agents though was The red gladiator-like helmet followed by matching crimson gauntlets and plate boots. The man appeared to look at the agents, moving his head from side to side slowly.
As he looked he seemed to be counting under his breath, his voice deep, gravelly and oozing with malice, "One... two... three... four..."
The man continued to count provoking confusion from the agents, however one of the agents decided to take a shot at him. The needle bounced off his helmet and interrupted his counting.
He then uttered a simple "Alright, I've wasted enough time." And began marching towards the agents.
One of the agents was spooked by him suddenly approaching and shouted "Fire!" to the rest.
With this the agents began firing together at the man, however just before the needles hit him, his gauntlets began to sparkle with the energy of life fibers forming red stars. Crimson threads seemed to fly off from his suit, these threads forming two large pairs of scissors reaching just above the man's towering height floating in the air just in front of him. These scissors started to spin at incredible speeds acting as a shield to the barrage of needles flying at him, every needle seemingly bouncing off from the scissors as they were knocked out of the air. The firing began to cease, either from the agents running low on ammo or from their worried confusion at what's going on. As soon as the firing stopped the scissors ceased spinning.
The man then uttered beneath his breath, "My turn."
Suddenly a great many crimson threads flew off from the man's suit, these threads forming a dozen large red pairs of scissors which hanged in the air around the man, pointing towards the agents. The agents started to run from their position, however they realised too late as the man raised a fist in front of him before releasing his fist into an open hand, this seemingly causing the many scissors to fly at the group of agents. The impact of the scissors hitting the group of agents sent many of said agents flying, while others of the agents were cut to pieces and the DTRs were obliterated with their parts also scattering about, followed by the debris from the ground. The dozens of scissors returned to being crimson threads before flying back to the man's suit. Behind the man five servants of the thread, wearing their black suits beneath combat jackets and gas masks, zipped lined down from the hovering helicopter before forming a stationary squad formation, aiming assault rifles in all directions. The man gave a short motion to advance and the servants did as such, cautiously inching their way forward as they aimed at any possible point where an enemy could be while the man lead them, confidently strutting towards the centre of the facility.
The corridors were filled with chaos as the invaders barged their way through, any agent they came across were gunned down by the standard servant members or cut to pieces by the armour bearing man's floating crimson scissors. While this was happening Xavier and the agent reached the safe room, Xavier swiping his visitor card over the control panel next to the entrance causing the large thick vault-like steel door to open. A mild level of rumbling reached the corridor the two men were standing, given they were two levels beneath the ground this was presumably caused by a rather devastating attack.
Xavier was turning to head inside the safe room however he looked to see the agent cocking his rifle as he prepared to join the fight, "Wait! Those guys seem incredibly strong, if you head back there I can't imagine your survival rates being promising..."
The agent looked at the professor with a sombre smile, "Thank you for your concern sir, but I cannot abandon my fellow agents whether I die or not, its part of the job."
Xavier continued looking at the agent for a moment before closing his eyes resigning himself to the man's fate, "I understand... Good luck."
The agent broke into a run as he proceeded back down the corridor as Xavier turned away walking into the safe room with the door shutting behind him. The agent went up to the holding cell for the life fiber entity, joining the squad of agents protecting the room.
One of the agents within the squad throwing out an almost light hearted "Nice of you to join us."
The newly joining agent in turn threw out a simple serious, "Lets do this."
A sudden bang rang out sent the squad of agents into formation, aiming their rifles with razor sharp gazes at the elevator door down the corridor. The elevator was now rumbling with movement signifying it's approach sending the tension higher. More seconds passed but to the agents each one felt like an hour, the elevator continued to rumble longer and longer till suddenly. A ding. It pierced the quiet like knife through hot butter. The agents placed their fingers on their triggers as the doors slid open. However within the elevator appeared to be nothing sending the squad into confusion before suddenly, a dozen large crimson scissors about the size of half a person flew out from the sides of the elevator. They span wildly in the air heading straight towards the agents. The squad panicked opening fire at the dozen of scissors however each of the needles the agents fired out bounced off the incoming scissors. The scissors pierced the agents many hitting them in the chests sending blood flying onto the steel walls of the corridor, one of the agents were picked up within the guillotine of a scissor before the scissor snipped, cutting the agent in half. The elevator rumbled once again before another ding, the doors now opening revealing the large man who lowered his head beneath the top of the elevator door, stepping through with the servants of the thread soldiers following close behind.
The large man approached the door to the specimen's chamber, placing a hand on the door, "you sure this is the one?"
One of the servants replied "Should be according to the buildings schematics, are you going to cut this one down like the others sir?"
The large man took a moment of contemplation before replying, "...Nah, best not to disturb the entity and besides, we need to head to the control room anyway." The man turned around and gestured to three of the servants, "You three, stay here and secure the area." he then pointed the other two servants, "you two, you're with me."
All five of the servants saluted as they threw out "Yes sir!" With two following the Large man as he proceeded back towards the elevator.
Back in the safe room, Xavier appeared to be messing with his phone, repeatably tapping the screen as he mumbled to himself in his frustration, "come on work..."
Eventually he was met with a notification of success as the screen began to display what seemed to be a camera feed of the facility's control room, the camera appearing to be angled from the right side of the door towards the back of the room.
The professor threw out a relieved "Ah good..." Before he began to converse with himself in his thoughts, "I hope they don't mind me bugging their control room and holding cell, I mean I prefer not to be left out of the loop..."
His train of thought was interrupted however as a loud clang emanated from the phone's camera feed. Back in the control room, the agents including director Goda had set up a defensive perimeter within the room using the desks as cover. Six agents taking cover at the sides of the room with three on each side and having turned the desks to face the sides. At the back was seven agents with Goda being one of them stationed next to the centre. They were all watching the entrance peeking over or around the desks they took cover behind, their rifles cocked and ready. The clanging sound continued to occur before suddenly large red scissor blades pierced the door, closed together then pulled away causing both sides of the door to be cut in half and fall down with a mighty metal thud. The door way remained empty as a heavy silence now descended upon the scene. within the corridor the two servants stood on the left side of the doorway while the large man stood on the right. The large man began crouching before placing his hands flat on the ground. After the man did this crimson threads from the man's suit began running down his arms before meeting the floor and spreading into the control room like roots, crawling their way across the ground.
The man began mumbling quietly as the two servants listened closely, "The threads are detecting blood from the left, right and back. I would say... twelve- no, thirteen."
The large man stood up and the two servants prepared to invade the room. However back in the control room one of the agents looked towards Goda from his right, Goda nodded causing the agent to throw a thread spool through the door. The two servants panickily dodged back while the large man merely remained standing there. The thread spool exploded filling the corridor with smoke, the sound of the explosion sent echoing through the corridors. The two servants managed to avoid the explosion and looked back down the corridor to see the large man standing there. The man seemed rather unscathed having tanked the attack head on.
"Pathetic." The man grumbled as began creating exactly thirteen large crimson scissors.
One of the agents back in the room peeked over from their cover when they saw several of the large scissors suddenly fly out from the smoke. In their panic the agents began firing at the scissors but just like the last squad their shots had no effect. The scissors went on to track down the agents cutting them down one by one before disappearing back into crimson threads. The firing quickly went silent leaving the room in a bloody mess.
Xavier continued to watch in horror through his bug as the man and the two servants began moving into the room. As they approached the central aisle, suddenly from the back of the room director Goda rolled into the centre firing his needle rifle at the large man presumably having dodged the scissor's assault. Several of the needles embedded into the large man's left shoulder, his body contorting from the sudden impact of the shots before the man used his gauntlet to block the rest as he grunted with frustration. One of the servants moved in front of the man and fired at Goda. However the director managed to move behind one of the desks just in time to avoid the enemy's shots. The large man plucked the needles out of his shoulder as the remaining servant joined the other in laying down cover fire on Goda. The man then formed a larger pair of scissors and held his hand up to signify the servants to cease fire. Goda realised what was happening and moved to dodge, but the scissors came flying quicker than he could react. The two blades of the scissors shot straight through the desks, breaking them apart completely and clamping down on Goda's leg. The hold of the blades were just hard enough to hold Goda in place but not hard enough to cut through his leg, however this was enough to cause Goda to yell in pain as he scratched at the ground trying anything to not be pulled away. The scissors began to float towards the centre of the room dragging Goda across the floor. They then flipped Goda over before moving above Goda's chest before implanting themselves into the ground, holding Goda on the floor within the scissor's vice grip.
The large man walked up to the pinned Goda, even through his helmet he exuded a cold smug demeanour, "Nice try ape, but you just earned yourself a painful death."
Goda tried to laugh through choking breaths to spite the large man, "H-heh... Well I just hope its better than my last pay check..."
The large man didn't respond as he placed his hands on the handles of the large scissors before slowly beginning to close the handles together. Goda tried to clench his teeth but the grunts of his pain broke through. The blades closed further... and further... till suddenly an audible snip rang out and director Goda was cut in two...
The large man stood upright and audibly inhaled, "Ah... Another fool executed from this world..."
The two servants looked at him partially out of intimidation but mostly out of expectation for their next order.
The man turned to the two servants raising his voice, "Well? What the hell are you waiting for?! get into their security systems now!"
The order sparked the two men into hurriedly locating a working computer, one of them finding one then plugging in to the machine a small black laptop via a cable. It took a few moments as the servants continued to access their security, Xavier continued watching, distraught at the loss of director Goda. Eventually one of servants threw a thumbs up signifying their successful intrusion into the facility's security.
As soon as they intruded the systems, Xavier saw the large man pull up a hand held radio up to his helmet, "Alright we're through, now make it quick reinforcements are likely already on their way."
As the man said this, on the other end of the radio was the three servants back at the entity's holding cell who watched as the steel door to the holding cell now slid open. Xavier realised what the man meant and tapped icons on his phone to pull up the feed from his other bug in the holding cell, which saw the creature continuing to sleep and the spotlights flicker on.
The three servants began moving inside the room, Xavier catching one of the servants speaking through his own hand held radio, "Sir how exactly are we supposed to get the entity through the gate?"
Xavier repeated the word "Gate?" As he questioned to himself in his suspicion.
However Xavier's questioning was interrupted by the large man's reply back through the radio, "Just try to lure it through, our allies should be able to secure it on the other side."
One of the other servants waited till the man stopped talking before they began lamenting, "Jesus he doesn't ask much from us does he?"
Another of the servants replying, sharing his comrade's irritation, "yeah well life's full of this kinda shit..."
Back in the control room the large man grumbled as he listened to the servants through the radio, "Idiots..."
One of the servants in the control room tried to get the large man's attention as the other seemed to have set up a camera on a tripod linked to one of the computers, "Sir setting the device up is gonna take a bit longer but the other said we're ready to start broadcasting."
The man nodded as he stepped in front of the camera, "Good, lets get started."
One of the servants operated the computer linked to the camera while the other went back to their side of the room, setting up something unseen. The servant operating the camera gestured to the man showing three fingers on his hand, lowering each one each second, closing his hand signifying the beginning of their broadcast.
The man looked directly into the camera through his helmet, his voice firm and filled with malice, "Attention Nudist beach, this is a message from those you know to be the servants of the thread." The man pauses for a moment before continuing, a malicious smile now hearable in his voice, "You may call me... The Executioner."