Kennedy

Hello.

@AbnormalOps “I watch over a holding facility. Currently holds.” He tries to think of how many that endless facility was currently keeping contained. “It holds a lot.” When she confirms clear he moves forward with rifle pointed ahead.

@TheOddAgent "And ... what is your normal protocol?" Seeing a corner coming up, she pauses and flattens her back to the wall before taking a very quick peek. Nothing. Turns it, clicking her flashlight on and off, then on again. "Clear."

Would appreciate it, stranger.

@AbnormalOps “It’s not our normal protocol when dealing with these things but right now if that’s the only option? It’s fine with me.” Still a little reluctant about the idea but he really has no choice.

@TheOddAgent "Hm. Alright," she shrugs. If he tries anything, she can handle herself. She's survived this long, anyway ... and she saved his ass. Making a face when she steps in a pile of goo. "Hope you won't mind me killing these things. Can't let them get free."

@AbnormalOps “Me? An independent preservation company? It’s complicated…” When she gives him a look he innocently waves. Kennedy was decent, only went after the strange things disturbing the balance. “I’m from the field research department.”

@TheOddAgent "Yeah ... who do you work for?" She gives him a once-over and begins to walk in the opposite direction she came. He seems decent enough, but looks can be deceiving. "I'm open to a team-up."

@AbnormalOps “The agency? Really?” He reaches for his odd rifle that was knocked across the floor and shoulders it. “The I guess we have the same mission sort of. Would you like to continue together? I think we’d have a better chance at success.”

@TheOddAgent "Good. I don't think they're too thrilled to be contained, though. I was sent to eliminate them. I just opened the manhole cover the psychic source on the agency payroll sent me to." A casual shrug as she reloads her shotgun.

@AbnormalOps “No, I came here to contain them. And how did you get here?” He checks his watch and gets the actual date. “Couldn’t have been that long…” Months? It’s been months.

@TheOddAgent She stands as he does and takes his extended hand in a firm shake. "Kennedy. My friends call me Sam. You can too, as long as you tell me you weren't the one that released those fuckin' things."

@AbnormalOps “Thanks…” He quickly pushed them back on his face and turned to see who just helped him. “These sewers are terrible. Kennedy.” The agent extended a hand after standing.

@TheOddAgent "Hello, hello." She sweeps the flashlight around in search of the man's glasses. After a moment, she spots them. She grabs them and does her best to clean them off before popping a squat beside him and placing them in his hand.

@AbnormalOps Kennedy is sat against the walls with his eyes shut tightly. He turns to the sounds of the shots. “Hello!?” Hoping he hears a language he understands in response.

@TheOddAgent Cue the sound of very high-powered gunshots echoing off the walls. The growling turns into yelps before subsiding ... for now. She rounds the corner, a bright light shining through the muck. "I hate sewers."

Worst for whatever I encounter without them on.

Eyes shut searching around on wet ground for glasses and ignoring the sound of growling growing louder.

Well I’ve been in one since the last time we spoke. Speaking of which, what is today?

No not yet… Actually never met an asscrack monster.

Not exorcised yet?

Wakes up in a shallow pool of water? Still in the sewers? Checks face and glasses are cracked…

@R0TTENRADI0 “So who’s your audience?” He questions while trying to remain focused on his current task. “Seems popular but I’ve never heard of the show until now.” Strange radio host and audience had never come up in any books.

Unsure why his radio is finding a station out here…

Hell of a week.