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Cl¥de entered the ancient chamber and felt the still and musty air hit him square in the face. Though the entire facility was deep underground the air in this room was especially rank. Paying it no regard he advanced forward staying in the shadows. Nearly invisible in his jet black combat gear Cl¥de slipped past the chamber's entry way. He made his way to the chamber's right side and took refuge among pillars lining the wall. Paying no attention to the group of people at the chamber's center Cl¥de began to prepare. Drawing his custom pistol from the holster on his right leg Cl¥de looked for his first target. For the first time seeing the center of the chamber Cl¥de scanned the scene. On a raised platform at the center of a large crowd was a hooded figure, trembling as unknown energies flickered through the air, Cl¥de's hair stood on end. Surrounding the figure were some two dozen others, similarly dressed and chanting. He had seen it before…..cultists, and by the look of if he had arrived just in time, their summoning was almost complete. With a mental signal Cl¥de activated his eyescreen, and with a wine a small flat screen flipped down across his eye. Data began to rush across the screen. Names and pictures of identified cultists, dates, number counts, and a description of the ritual flashed past. He took it all in and with another mental signal activated a timer which displayed on the screen. +0:01+ Raising the gun he sighted the figure on the platform. Cl¥de slowly pulled the trigger and the otherwise dark room lit up, once, twice, three times. The cultist jerked backwards, all three rounds finding their targets blood splattered across the room and the cultist fell from the platform. +0:04+ In an instant Cl¥de was a blur darting through the rest of the columns and pumping rounds into the still motionless crowd. +0:06+ Cl¥de ran to the end of the chamber. Before the other cultists had time to react another six had fallen. +0:07+ At the end of the chamber Cl¥de paused, turning he raised his pistol again and flashed off another three round burst. Another three cultists fell. +0:09+ Now reacting one of the cultists produced his own weapon and began to fire. +0:11+ Cl¥de ducked back behind a column and ripped a grenade from his vest. Pulling the pin Cl¥de turned and threw, hurling the grenade into the crowd and rolling forward, behind another column. +0:13+ The cultists dove for cover, they were too late. +0:16+ A dephening roar shook the chamber as the grenade detonated. +0:17+ Chunks of rubble were ripped form the floor and walls while meat was striped from cultist bones. Blood splattered the walls and floor. +0:18+ Silence, +0:18.419+ then came the moans, Cl¥de sighed, there were survivors. +0:19+ Stepping from behind the column Cl¥de again scanned the scene, this time a very different one. Gore covered the floor and a slick of blood and other bodily fluids covered the floor. Arms, legs, and feet, all separated from their original owners, lay strewn about the floor. Some disfigured forms still twitched in their dying throws, others who were not fortunate enough to have died in the blast would have to face interrogation. +0:20+ Cl¥de moved toward one such figure and held his gun level over the disfigured man's forehead. "Tell me who you are and I'll end this". +0:25+ Amid the man's groans and choking two words were audible "Hunts Klan". +0:30+ Cl¥de pulled the trigger. +0:30.013+ the man's head exploded. +0:30.510+ With another mental signal Cl¥de stopped the timer. +0:30.953+ "So it's the Hunts Klan I'm dealing with"….