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[COLOR=00aeef][indent][sub][I]Hinterlands, Brazil[/I] - [I]Present Day, 22:37 Hrs[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 1.01.4: War of the Dead[/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4871125]Issue 1.01.3: Fury[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

The only sound in the bunker nearly half a mile under ground in the mountainous region of Brazil’s Hinterlands was that of boiling water. The only light came from candles, and incense gave the musty bunker a more homely smell. Three capsules rested against the back wall, though the capsule on the far left was open. Men in cloth masks were moving about, solemnly going about their various tasks. All around the bunker were sensors and machines from the 1940s, but seemed to have been upgraded recently with far more advanced technology. LCD screens and holographic projectors turned the old bunker into a gearhead’s wet dream. Overseeing it all was a rather short man with a hunched back, wearing a white lab coat and big coke-bottle glasses. Phineas Mason snarled slightly as two of the soldiers were carrying a gurney that sported the corpse of a man with red skin and a shaved head. While this would be the Tinkerer’s greatest accomplishment, he was never a fan of working with carbon-based organisms.

The henchmen rested the gurney onto a pulley system, and another set began to hoist the corpse into the air. Phineas oversaw a retrofitted terminal, monitoring the various calculations necessary for such a complex procedure. With the help of documents from a certain group of assassins, Phineas may have just cracked the secrets of life itself. Not that the machinist much cared for living beings. He made an exception when he was offered freedom and a rather long-term contract to develop weapons. A much better offer than the indentured servitude of SHIELD.

A figure entered into the bunker, wearing a simple suit and tie but wearing a similar cloth mask to the henchmen. Upon entering, all the henchmen not immediately occupied raised both fists into the air at an angle. [color=gray]”Hail Hydra!”[/color] The figure raised a hand to silence them, and attention returned to the procedure.

The new figure saddled up next to the Tinkerer, watching things carefully. The corpse was lowered into the bubbling pit in the corner, and everyone in the room was silent. For nearly a minute, the only sound that persisted was the sound of the bubbling pit. That was, until a single beep came from the terminal in front of Phineas. Then another. Before anyone could react, what was once a corpse was very much alive as it splashed its way out of the pit in the corner. Baron Zemo patted the Tinkerer on the shoulder at the sight, whispering to him so none of the henchmen could hear. [color=pink]”Once the others are reborn, kill the grunts. We can’t afford any leaks until everything is in place.”[/color][hr][right][color=00aeef]Next Chapter:[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4873822]The Search[/url][/right]