It is June in the year of the Trident. Events cannot be fixed by the flow of the narrative. These highways support traffic on so many dimensional levels it is impossible to fathom. We are tuning in to events that happened or will happen but must have to happen.
Tunnels that lead from deep rifts on the ocean floor zig zag for hundreds of miles into the interior of the continent. We find ourselves contracting the use of a set of tunnels, along with a security unit from D-VI, arrangements made via a rocky alliance with Rodent Industries.
Nereus and Achilles are members of the Cthonic Catholic Church. These half fish-serpent, half man agents have good dispositions, unlike many of the security units from D-VI — they speak good English, not slurping grunts. They also have the ability to make a shrill roar that makes your skin crawl. These two are armed with Tridents with radiant xtal points whose jagged frequencies tear flesh from a distance like eight inch claws, essentially gutting their opponents with little more than a glancing and pointing the trident. These are illegal to all but members of the Cthonic Catholic Church who have strong feelings against killing. They will only use these weapons when all other means have been exausted.
Chuck Crump in his Mercury suit emblazoned with Rodent Industries Logo is seated in a one man Torpedo Sub with 93 eloptic blazer tips set for automatic response.
After a few hours they are beneath the Unruh Manor and have to get through a set of Rotten Old Doors that seal off the final passage.
Lifting his Blue Hand to Nereus and Achilles he askes them to stand guard to keep anything from following him into the lab from the outside.
Chuck Crump turned to the door and with a single pulse from his RF-6200 Sonic Hand Weapon the door blew open like it was wet mud stomped by a boot.
In just a short time he found himself near a series of arches that led to the Unruh Manor Underground Lab.