Near Valley City, North Dakota
The group had stumbled upon an abandoned airport and split off into groups of two to make sure it was a secure area to camp for the night. Magni and Fry walked the decayed runways. Magni stared at the broken down jets and remains of old luggage and what appeared to be the remains of baggage handlers, "What happened here?"
Fry looked over the bones, "This was one of the areas hit hardest back when the krangs first showed up, lots of places were hit with no warning by thousands of the things. My father had a theory that The Supreme Commander intentionally released them to force people into the cities and clear out land for himself."
Magni shook his head, "Monstrous things."
Fry nodded, "I've seen some vids from back then, there was this town where streets looked like scabbed over knees because of all the blood drying in the sun."
Magni tightened his fist around the handle of Mjollnir as Fry spoke, "This world has suffered much."
Fry shined his flashlight under the luggage cart as he continued, "My father always told me, this world is a test. If life was easy there'd be no point."
In the bowels of the Building David was with Quartermain. The two were slacking a bit upon discovering a large pile of luggage sitting on a defunct conveyor. David pulled out an old T-shirt and yelled to Quartermain, "Any idea who Jimmie Hendrix is?"
Quartermain looked up with his flashlight aimed at David, "I think he was a musician."
David looked at the shirt and tossed it aside. Quartermain sat down on a large trunk, "This is kind of depressing, imagine all the people just having to abandon all their things, some of this stuff might have been family heirlooms."
Quartermain tossed a small ring box to David. He opened it, "That rock would buy me beer for six months and some dumb stark wasted it trying to get married."
Quartermain chuckled, "I see you're a romantic."
Jenkins and Molly were in the gift shop. Jenkins looked over the moth eaten books on the shelf to see if any were still in tact as Molly looked out from an empty window frame that gave a view of the main lobby. She looked back at Jenkins, "All clear here."
Jenkins turned his attention back to her, "Despite the best seller stickers I haven't heard of a single one of these books."
Molly nodded, "Most of the entertainment from the early 21st century wasn't worth remembering anyway according to my father."
Jenkins shrugged, "Your father was the genetic template for the Creeds right?"
She took a deep breath, "Yes, not something I'm fond of talking about."
Jenkins stammered a bit, "Sorry, sometimes I don't think before I speak. Must have been hard on you."
She gritted her teeth a bit, "The worst part was always from the people who knew him. The general consensus was that he had it coming, maybe that was true. He was by no means a good man but he was good to me."
Jenkins stood silent for a moment, "My Grandmother was an illegitimate daughter of the Red Skull, so I know a little about living down family history. He's been dead around 150 years and I still get treated like a criminal by most who find out about it."
7, Morton and Walker took the main lobby. Morton seemed nervous standing in between the two stern faces, "Could we have found a creepier place to hide out?"
Walker gave a quick look around a corner as she replied,"Just an airport."
Morton gave her an annoyed look, "Yea, an airport that was a krang buffet, I've seen less bone in a butcher shop. If ever there was a place just asking to be haunted by pissed off ghosts this is it."
Walker laughed, "You worry too much."
"Some of us don't have super powers."
7 halted them as he sniffed the air, "Something is here."
Morton pointed to him, "See, I was right."
7 looked back, "I assure you its not a ghost, now be quiet."
7 crouched down to get a better scent and crept along the floor. He noticed a light beaming down the hall. He looked to it as the light changed direction and gritted his teeth at the sight of several Hunter class Iron soldiers wandering about.
One of them spoke, "We have 9 heat signatures."
Another replied, "Probably a bunch of bums looking for a place to sleep."
The first shot back, "Doesn't matter, they don't have I-Dents we shoot them."
"Okay split up and find them, I'd like to get to bed some time before dawn."
(To be continued)