Hopes and Plans

The small black and unmarked car drove it's way through the crunching ice and came to rest at the curb in front of a dilapidated apartment complex. The vehicle idled and spewed it's fumes as the being inside watched the front door to the building open. Pulling a heavily layered coat closer to his chest, a man in military dress stepped out into the cold Russian winter. His hat brimmed over his face, but did not prevent him from seeing the registered vehicle to pick him up for his debriefing with some of the highest politicians that worked in the Russian military. He approached the car and opened it's side passenger door, only to let his eyes befall upon the face of his commanding officer Boris Yaroslav.

"Sir I didn't know you were picking me up," he breathed surprisingly. "I would have thought you would have been at the meeting already. Thought they would send some military police to pick me up."

"They asked me to make sure that you will arrive on time," the General smiled warmly.

The youthful soldier grinned back and jumped into the vehicle. In moments they were starting back up, driving the black car down the tundra streets of Moscow. Ahead they could see the parliament building, it was a ways off but was in sight. Okhotny Ryad was a bit busier than it usually was. With this traffic it would take the better part of an hour to get to his meeting with the elected officials. Time however was a luxury that he would no longer overlook. He cherished every second he had to live after his ordeal with the North Pole mission. He had been to several meetings with various captains and generals since that time. Each instance he reenacted the same story that Boris had beat into his head on the ship. He retold each time of the horrors that Maguma, and the newly dubbed Peguila, had wrought. It was easy at first, but as time passed it was getting more difficult for the military to believe them all. Wounds on Peguila's neck had indicated a different tale to the arriving military expeditions that journeyed there weeks later. They had told and weaved a purposed truth that laid half buried in the lies that he had been expelling to his officials. The wounds could not have been inflicted by the deceased Maguma, but as of the moment they did not have a better answer than he and his commanding officer were offering. Even the two civilians were able to hold up to the incisive military questioning. An act that surprised even him.

"I sure will be glad when this whole ordeal is over with," the youth growled tiredly. "It's getting harder and harder to keep telling them "our" story. I suspect they believe there was something else up there now. Thankfully the snow and winds hid all traces of Anguirus from them. I wonder if he survived his wounds. He lost a lot of blood. That was truly a war for any creature on this earth to endure."

"I really have no idea," his commanding officer replied back with light

antebellum. "I've never seen anything, man or animal, take that sort of punishment and live. But I must change the subject. Have you yet to turn over the cloned hard drive?"

"No, but I have it with me," the youth muttered softly as it pulled the hunk of lifeless metal and wire device from his coat. "Today I was to present our findings. Perhaps all this blood shed and loose will amount to something in the end."

"It will my friend." Boris licked his lips nervously and partially closed his eyes as tears weld within them. The young soldier went unnoticing as the older man pulled a slick black GSh-18 pistol from his side door. He did not see the hammer crank back. He did hear the muzzle blaze with cold mindless fury. He did not see the bullet as it passed through his temple, leaving an oozing crimson mist to splatter along his side passenger window.

Sullenly heartbroken, Boris Yaroslav slowed his car and pulled into a deserted back alley. Salt laced tears ran down his cheeks as he got out of his vehicle and paced around to the other side. Opening the door, he pulled the dead man's body from his vehicle and dropped it into the wet slushy gravel streets. He sighed a deep regretful breath as he took the cloned hard drive and got back into his car. Not looking back, he sped away. Leaving his friend, his comrade, his soldier, to lay dead in the grungy filthy streets. His blood seeped into the parched earth snow, tainting it to a dull rose pink. Vaslov Chvoz would go on to be another unsolved murder in Russia's growing dingy history of it's capital Moscow.


Vadim Kirill stood in the dank hallway of the third floor of the Stuvo Apartment Complex. He looked longingly up and down the hall, trying to spy any form of life. The place seemed lifeless and dead. It was an eerie silence that chilled him more to the bone than the cold winter airs that were outside. He had come to hate stillness and seclusion. Ever since he came back from the military expedition to the North Pole, he had counted himself as a new man. Every other night he made sure to leave his cramped little room at the university, and go someplace; any place. He would never take life for granted ever again after witnessing such brutal death and violence.

He was about to rap upon the paint-peeled door in front of him, when it swung upon and revealed an aperture. Standing in front of him, with a fried chicken leg in hand, Gaafa Tolya gleamed with happiness. Behind his rosy jowls and balding sand-pepper hair, the pudgy man was truly ecstatic to see his friend. They exchanged a warm hugging embrace before Gaafa invited him in. Once inside, Vadim found that they were not alone. On the other side of the living room was a nerdy looking man that was probably only in his twenties, but looked as worn as if he were in his forties. He was sitting on a auburn hued couch, hunching over a work table that laid sprawled out with debris. Amongst the pile of rubbish, Vadim spied one item in particular that knifed his soul. His mind flashed back to hellish times at the sight of the small innocent looking metal box that Gaafa had pocketed from Mjöllnir's Summit.

"Please don't tell me that is what I think it is," the young man spoke with half froze features. "That is not the device you stole from the base is it?"

"Borrowed," Gaafa retorted half jokingly. "My friend is computer expert in military programming languages. I've had him trying to analyze that device that we found."

"And an interesting device that it is," the unnamed man spoke out openly. "I've never seen any programming language like this before in all my years at poking around military projects. This is just too high tech for them, if I had to make a guess this was a private sector piece of technology."

"Great," sighed Vadim as he took a seat opposite of Gaafa and his companion. "So you are saying we were part of some kind of black ops. Great, I guess I can star in my own video game now!"

The room fell silent after the placid joke was uttered. It was a few moments before the conversation resumed. Vadim was a bit miffed that his humor was unappreciated but, it always was, so it let it pass as Gaafa's friend continued on about the mysterious device that had come from the loneliest places on Earth.

"As far as I have been able to tell, this machine operated like a radar, but not. I mean all radar works by sending out electromagnetic waves, more specifically radio waves. It blankets an area and relays to the operator where objects are, how far and their densities even. This machine doesn't use radio waves, at least not a spectrum of sound waves that I am familiar with. These energy waves still blanket an area, but don't record physical layouts or object locations. They seem to only react when they come in contact a very specific energy pattern that is housed in the memory chips of this thing. I've never seen energy patterns like this, it's not even close to anything on the periodic table. If this machine was using the electromagnetic fields of the North Pole, I imagine that they were able to send this low frequency wave across a majority part of the globe. They were looking for something. Something quite specific. And that something is considerably dangerous judging from the energy patterns that I have been able to decipher from this. "

"Woah." Vadim let the word slip from his parted lips as his mind absorbed the rapid information. "That explains everything though. It explains exactly what happened!"

Gaafa tilted his head to one side in puzzlement. His cocked eye had risen when his friend expressed that he had a grasp of understanding of what had taken place in the snow. What was exchanged next would shape the men's future of their world and of anothers.

"That explains why the Angurisaurus showed up. You see, dinosaurs and birds are close relatives. They are descendants. We now know that birds are extremely sensitive to the electromagnetic fields of the Earth. They use these fields to help with their migrations. If these fields were being bombarded with this energy wave, it might have been enough to lure him to the North Pole. His genetic disposition could have been greatly affected by that machine. It's no wonder why your "moving" earthquake never faltered in it's path. He made a straight line for the base. We inadvertently brought our savior to us."

"Do you believe that is why the other two monsters showed up as well," Gaafa questioned as he grabbed his half glass of water that had been sitting in front of him.

"No no, there is no way," Vadim shot back almost in hysteric laughter. "Peguila and Maguma are mammals. They are generally not effected by these fields like birds. Besides, these monsters are so drastically different from each other, there is just no chance that this one particular radio wave would be able to affect them all the same way. No I believe the answer behind Peguila's and Maguma's appearances are a lot easier. I imagine we did it. They were probably frozen in the ice. Hibernation. Or maybe trapped from the rapid cooling of the Earth after the asteroid hit. All this global warming and human's destroying this planet with our wonderful polluting technology. The ice caps are melting. We let them out. We unleashed those horrors. God know what knows what else could be dwelling in that ice."

The final words hung like bloodied meat in a locker. It dripped with fear and potential chaos. To imagine that other creatures like Peguila and Maguma might still exist in the ice was a truly frightening thought that would crush the soul of any optimistic person. The two men's minds flashed with memories of that faithful day. The frozen anguished looks of the dead men who were stopped silent in their tracks. The rivers of arduous tortured blood that splattered across the snow. The smell of rancid glum that hung in the infernal hatred filled skies. Suddenly an idea popped into Gaafa's mind. An irrational thought that begged to be honored to stem the fear that now grew in the pit of his stomach. An idea that would test the steel reserve of all who chance to hear it.

"Artur," the heavy set man whispered in soothing tone. "Do you think you could rebuild the device? Just make it smaller. Like the size of a beeper or phone. It doesn't necessarily have to actually work, it just needs to be able to emit that selective sound wave. It needs to be almost as effective in distance as the other one. Do you think you can do that?

"I have most of the programming language intact," his friend replied. "And the wave pattern seems to hold their intensity for long distances. It doesn't dissipate as quickly as normal radio waves. I guess I could but why?

Vadim stood up after the innocent question was uttered. In his heart he knew what Gaafa was planning. It was foolish and whole heartily stupid. Gaafa was going to be playing with forces that had endured the twisting fate of the planet for millions of years. Forces that could level nations. Forces that could not be controlled by the languid will of man.

"Your not serious," he yelled as his face reddened. "You are not really thinking what I think you are thinking! You can't control him. All your making is a oversized dog whistle. You cant use it. If you use that; you might bring him into the heart of Moscow. He would kill hundreds of people. That is too much power for one man to wield. You could literally end the country with one press of a button. You will be damning countless souls, corrupting thousands of lives."

"And what if we don't," Gaafa questioned heatedly. "You don't think the government is going to find out of his existence. You don't think they are going to piece together the conclusions you have uttered here today. If we do not do this, than someone else might. Then they could use him for something truly evil that I know in my heart he is not capable of. You said it yourself. What if there is something else buried in that ice, laying in wait out there. Waiting for mankind's continued stupidity at his dying world. Another Peguila, another Maguma? Or maybe something far, far worse. If it comes to Moscow, the military will be powerless to stop it. Anguirus could be our only hope. You witnessed those creature's powers in person."

"What you are suggesting though is nuts man," the youthful paleontologist stated in much lower and softer tones. "Do you think we could actually lead him there. Then what happens afterwards. You think he is going to leave? Do you think the government wont attack him as well. Anguirus will be nothing more than a cornered animal that will operate on the basic instincts of fight for flight. After seeing him first hand, I doubt that boy will ever choose flight over a drag out battle."

"I am aware my friend," the chunky scientist continued. "But ask yourself, which is the greater threat. Another Peguila or Anguirus. If left unchecked, would it be more harmful to call for his assistance, rather than leave that icy beast to slaughter hundreds of thousands unchecked. You saw the lust in those demon yellow eyes of Peguila. It was an animal that killed not out of necessity but from wantonness. It enjoyed it. I would not use this machine lightly. It would only be in the most dire of needs. We have to make sure that no one else discovers this secret and uses him for some nefarious scheme. We can make sure that our country, our world, will be safe from the carnage of another behemoth from the depths of this planet. Anguirus will be the light in the consuming shadow that darkens our world everyday."