Breaking the Ice- Chapter 3

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Don't forget to read the previous two chapters: 1) https://www.booksie.com/519559-breaking-the-ice-chapter-1-prolog 2) https://www.booksie.com/522730-breaking-the-ice-chapter-2-prolog

Submitted: October 15, 2017

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 The first with her feet in the snow, Breccia beheld miles of endless flat terrain in all directions. In the distance, she saw the ocean, the surface a soft pane of still glass broken by a lone Milotic and a school of Feebas jumping about around her. Spheals lounged in close clusters while Wingull's glided on the breeze, occasionally landing on the backside of a cranky Dewgong and being rushed off with a chomp.

“Set the control panel near the truck,” Caleb tugged a stocking cap over his ears before placing a set of goggles over his glasses. “The generator should keep things running, I want everyone to stay back here. Lars, grab the control and your Gravler. Piloswine tend to be temperamental.” The subjects, a group of Piloswine, were gigantic mammoths, tusks of ivory sharpened enough to slice any unfortunate soul who dared to tarry close.

“I'm surprised the electric fence kept them in place,” Nessa said, twisting a knob on the panel and sending a thumbs up to her brother. “Wouldn't have done a thing to them if they thought to cross it.”

“You sure this is safe?” Breccia was answered by Morice.

“They implanted the chips last time we were here. First tests seemed fine. Riker wanted to send more men but most of them have been trying to keep idiot trainers from poking about.”

Caleb approached with Lars at a safe distance behind, fiddling with his remote and stumbling when catching a rock with his shoe. From the distance, both men were indistinguishable. Caleb's elongated, slender frame stood a few inches taller, otherwise, they appeared the same in their matching lab coats.

“I'm not liking the looks of this,” Morice said. “The ice is thin enough without a couple thousand pounds added.”

“Give us an hour and we'll head back.” Vanessa, clearly use to her friends complaints, sat on the tailgate with nary a care to give. “Then you can go to the Float and drown in a keg.”

“Don't promise me a good time. I have a ten hour shift after this.”

Contrary to what was said, Morice's disposition was confirmed when an hour passed with little word on when they were leaving.

Then another hour passed.

Then another.

Then another.

His mood soured further with each passing second, lifted only when he received a call confirming that another grunt would be covering his rounds.

The monotony of watching the Pokemon run rounds like the gears on a well oiled cog was lost on Breccia. She was far too intrigued by the complexities of Lars' invention.

It was a marvel to see the subjects go from enraged to placated at the touch of a button.

Her father always praised her inquisitive mind. (So long as she wasn't taking apart the dishwasher or destroying the T.V. She still remembered the grounding she received when she and Geodude unscrewed the bolts in the vacuum cleaner.)

“I've got an apartment near headquarters,” Vanessa was busy organizing living arrangements. “I don't think Caleb will care, he spends most of his time in the lab.”

Unknowing of the conversation, Caleb was in the middle of directing a few of their test subjects to the west side of the fence when an unfriendly Mamoswine snorted, tossing it's head up in an act of defiance.

“We have a problem,” He detached the walkie from his waist and called in to Morice. “Turn the volt up on 23-A. Just a small jolt, I don't want to hurt it,” Morice did as he was told, shifting a few knobs over. Staring off into the distance, he couldn't tell if it had done anything until he received another call. “Anytime Morice.”

“I did,” When he reached to fiddle with knobs once more, a spark shot forth, causing him to hiss and jerk away. “The damn thing isn't responding.” The angered creature snorted once more, going back on it's hind legs. “Get out of there!”

With the machine out of commission, the other Pokemon were no longer under control and began to grow agitated, snorting and kicking their legs about.

“Caleb!” The last Vanessa saw of her brother was him trying to outrun the stampede. Lars was able to roll under an embankment and out of the way. Caleb wasn't as lucky. He disappeared under the Piloswine's feet as the wall of enraged subjects charged towards the van.

“Shit, shit! Move!” Morise took Nessa's arm in a vain attempt to flee. Aware they wouldn't make it, Breccia made a split second decision. Grabbing her friend's pokeball, she pressed the button and sent it flying.

“Koffing, self-destruct!”

The pokemon did as it was told, illuminating a faint milky white before exploding. A cavern opened beneath in the thin ice, casting the three of them underground with a landslide of rocks and ice following.


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