Marvel Mayhem: Doubt #2
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It took Karen and Rick fifteen minutes to reach base camp, the little girl they had rescued barely breathing wrapped up in the massive jacket, snow biting at the three figures. It was almost as if the weather was trying to prevent them from reaching camp but undeterred the trio pushed through the wall of snow into the cleared area of cabins, the work lights blazing like a beacon as their colleagues rushed to get sensitive research equipment under cover.
“In here.” Rick stated opening a door into the kitchen cabin, “Let’s get you some food.” He told the little girl as Karen closed the door behind them. “Chef, chef you here?”
“I’m coming.” A voice groaned as a massive dark skinned man dressed in jeans and a thick jumper topped by an arctic parker moved into view. “Now who is that?” He asked in a thick Louisiana accent. “I thought we were surveying for wildlife not kids Fredrick?”
“It’s complicated.” Karen stated. “She needs food, I'll see if I can get her some clothes from Anna there about the same size.”
“It’s about to get worse Clark was sniffing around.” Chef told them pointing to the jeep half buried in the snow. “He’s displeased on the progress we're making and he brought a heavy with him.”
“Clark can wait right now my little girl needs to get warm.” Karen cooed. “You have beautiful raven hair; I'm going to call you Raven since you don't have a name.” She added stroking ‘Raven’s’ hair. “I will never let you go.”
“Uh Rick sidebar in the mess.” Chef grunted before walking into the mess hall that was adjoined to the kitchen. “I know you and Karen uh can't have children after that explosion while we were on survey in New Mexico but she seems awfully attached to a kid she barely knows. I mean that little girl must have family out there right?”
“Chef, Walter we've been friends for years but…” Rick sighed looking down at the floor before looking back at Chef, something malicious stirring in his eyes. “But I expect you to do your job and not worry about what my wife does for my daughter! Do you understand!?”
“Yeah I do.” Chef answered cautiously.
“Good.” Rick replied. “Go ask Billy and Kai to get some clothes from Anna, as soon as the storm clears we'll go into town and get her something of her own to wear.”
“Sure whatever.” Chef mumbled before Rick put his hands on the larger man’s shoulders. “I appreciate this Chef. I’m sorry I just…had this feeling come over me, it was like my vision was soaked in blood.”
“Just watch your temper around Clark okay.” Chef stated before heading outside. “That guy is just looking for a reason to shut us down.” Rick nodded before walking back to where Karen and Raven were sitting down, the later chewing on a massive cookie as her mother stroked her hair. Rick blinked there was another woman there; one dressed in a black brassiere, cape and thigh high boots, her hair so dark it shown against the shadows as she stroked Raven’s cheek. Blinking again Rick realised that she had vanished, that the mystery woman was gone.
“What did Chef want?” Karen asked absently as Raven continued her ‘first meal’.
“Oh he was just worried that Clark may try something.” Rick stated as there was a knock on the door. “Speak of the devil.” He added before opening the door and letting the man dressed impeccably in a suit and tie into the kitchen followed by a man wearing similar clothes save for the purple double pronged bladed gauntlets attached to his wrists. “Mr Clark what do we owe this pleasure too?” Rick asked as Karen held Raven tight against her, the child securely wrapped up in the big coat she had been given.
“Don't try and sweet talk me Donahue,” Clark snapped, “the senior partners are displeased with the apparent lack of progress! How long could it possibly take for you to survey this god forsaken wasteland! You have a week to finish up or Roxxon will sue you for negligence!”
“We were promised a year to survey the site, to get a full seasonal account of the fauna and flora in the area.” Karen stated. “You have given us four months and you are demanding we finish up. Several species are still in hibernation and there are migratory birds that won’t appear in the area until the fall. What you are asking is…”
“...Is totally reasonable.” Clark finished, “But tell me what that is?” He asked before ripping the coat out of Karen’s hands to reveal Raven shivering as she sat uncovered in the cold. “You people amaze me! If this isn't a sign of your non committal to responsibility I don't know what is. I’m calling child services and having the girl put into care.” Clark snarled.
“Wait she’s not our daughter, I mean she is but we found her only half an hour ago!” Karen screamed. “Don’t take her please!”
“If she was found on Roxxon property so she is Roxxon property.” Clark stated. “I’m sure we can find a place for her, perhaps in Indonesia, they are always looking for short workers for the sulphur mines. What do you say about that?”
“I don't like you.” Raven answered, her voice causing snow to whip around the cabin and the walls to vibrate ominously. “I don't like you at all.”
“Well don't you have a mouth on you?” Clark snarled at her. “You heard my ultimatum; I'll see you in a week.” He added before leaving the cabin, his thuggish bodyguard following him. Getting into their jeep, the two men drove away, Clark fuming as he thundered down the highway back towards down. “Tonight come back in your Angleman costume kill those hippies and bring me the girl.”
“It’s Angler not Angleman sir and I think you should keep your eyes on the road.” Angler told him before receiving a glare from Clark. Seconds later the engine died despite the fuel gauge reading more then half full. “That’s what you get for bad karma.” Angler announced as Clark got out of his jeep and kicked the car.
“You’d better not tell anyone back at the field office!” He warned Angler. “Useless thing almost makes me wish Roxxon hadn't put the kibosh on the hybrid fuel cells Stark’s being trying to sell.” He added as the sky darkened. “What in the…” Before he could finish the skies came alive with crows, each of the birds dive-bombing Clark, pecking at him and ripping flesh from his body.
“Boss you okay?” Angler asked as he peered out the window as his employer collapsed. “Jesus Christ what did this?” He asked as he walked through the crows, the birds vanishing like phantoms in the mist. “What the hell do I do?” He asked as the car’s engine spluttered to life. Narrowing his eyes he picked up Clark and threw him into the snow bank on the side of the road. Angler didn't know what happened, but he knew one thing he wasn't going back to the ecologist camp ever again, not on the orders of a deadman at any rate.
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