Charles Balderdash
Charles pondered XIII’s suggestion with a slight frown, then a tilt of the head followed with a nod.
“Sounds…plausible I suppose. Given the situation we’re in now I guess we have to throw out the rule book on what is and isn’t possible. I may have to read up a bit more on the Many Worlds Theory or whatever it’s called, actually maybe we could bring in the person who wrote it.” By this time Charles was speaking more to himself than anything. “I wonder if there’s a world where the theory is proven false.”
“Ayup there, steady on.” Charles moved next to XIII when he had staggered just in case he did topple over.
The information XIII then revealed sent the gears in Charles’ mind spin into overdrive and several pieces of the puzzle, much of which still lay hidden in a shroud of mystery, fell into place. Charles snatched the paper out of XIIIs hands and read it, then read it again just to make sure he had it memorised.
“So this was planned then.” A statement, not a question. “But why? Don’t touch the first two circles…well a bit late for that I think but I guess the condition of the circles saved you this case, probably the same for the others maybe.”
Charles felt certain that the ‘Other side’ referred to Earth, at least the version they were in and he called home. The fact that it was referred to as ‘Your only chance’ mad Charles assume that whoever had set all this up had been either running to or from something. An event? A Cataclysm in another world? Perhaps one of the otherworld had either forgotten to, or had chosen against telling TRIDENT something. But who was ‘Them’? Probably wasn’t the circles as the phrasing was completely off, although different worlds and linguistic rules could be accounted for.
The harder Charles thought the deeper his frown grew. He decided that this was going to be a hassle to deal with once they got back to HQ.
“XIII, when we get back would you mind another interview concerning this information?” Charles had already begun typing up the written information on the computer. “Actually I’d like to ask the others about this…person, I’m guessing someone else said this anyway, who you wrote about as well.”
“Quick question, when are we getting picked up again?”
Shanon
“I torn in…” Shanon quickly examined herself to find that in addition to a number of gashes over her fore and back limbs the stitching around her torso had come undone slightly. “Some Places. I walk though. I strong Monster.”
Shanon stood back up on her hind legs with what she tried to be a reassuring grin, showing off a number of large teeth. As she pulled herself upward Shanons legs made a loud creaking sound like an old wooden floorboard. Shanon grimaced at the sound and even looked to be having a bit of trouble moving.
“Place too cold. Need moving.” Her breath was no longer making visible clouds in the air. “Is humans there friends?”
Shanon pointed with her nose over to the ruins or at the very least in their vague direction; the wind wasn’t being entirely cooperative day cold air made it almost painful for Shanon to breath.
“I carry hurt friends. Make no Squirrel beasts attack friends.” Shanon cackled as she reached towards Natasha and Hirsch.
Quite unfortunately Shanons grasp could be describe as anything but gente, with her claws wrapped around their wastes the pair would probably have the mental image of a small toddler with a lump of each hand. Needless to say, they were the clay. Although with the pair of them complaining Shanon would allow them anyone else who could fit, to instead ride on her back as she trotted through the snow.
“Friends best walk with Shanon, show they Shanon friends in case Darcy nearby.” Shanon explained. “Darcy think all Humans
Agents and kill
Agents. Humans very weak, go squish and split easy. No like
Agents” She shook her head vigorously with a snarl. “
Agents bad, but Human friends good.”
“What place this?” Shanon then asked. “Why snow? Why place too cold? Should be hot is summer”