"Terror of the Deep"

Sim Date: November 26, 1995

Our first "underground" adventure since separately from the "official" group. Fun, fun, fun!

AgentQuinn: <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Start Sim>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

VicMaxiss: ::enters new offices::

AbbeBeck: :: in office ... the new office ::

AgentQuinn: YOU'RE IN THE BASEMENT OFFICES WHEN THE FILE IS HANDED TO YOU BY A PAGE

MiclOLeary: ::signs for file:: Nothing changes, does it?

Jakes9: ::peeks out of office with coffee:: what'sa up?

AbbeBeck: :: pokes head out of office :: What? They can't even give us time to settle in?

VicMaxiss: ::opens Pepsi and chokes down pills::

MiclOLeary: "Settle in". Abbe? Come on.....

Springer07: ::walks into new offices:: I suggested shag rugs (hello !)

AgentQuinn: ((NO rest for the wicked, Abbe))

AbbeBeck: :: shrugs :: It was worth a shot.

VicMaxiss: ::walking into briefing area:: So what's up?

AbbeBeck: :: enters Bullpen, looking toward Michael :: So ... what does it say?

Jakes9: ::walks into main area::

MiclOLeary: Morning Vic

SueBannion: ::walks into office, looks lost::

VicMaxiss: ::nods:: Michael.

AbbeBeck: :: waves to Sue :: You're down there ... for now, until we have more agents, everyone gets an office, all to him/herself. Nice, eh?

MiclOLeary: ::hands papers to Abbe:: Amazing.

Springer07: ::looks from one cubicle to the next:: Where'd you put me this time Abbe?

AbbeBeck: :: takes papers, pointing with other hand:: Take your pick, Jack.

AbbeBeck: :: reading :: Hmm ... interesting.

Jakes9: ::ssettles in chair, listening up::

AbbeBeck: :: clears throat :: Okay, guys ... let's see what we have here.

Springer07: ::plops down somewhere in the back::

VicMaxiss: ::leans in doorway, listening::

AbbeBeck: :: flips through pages, passes them around table ::

AbbeBeck: We've had an ... incident off the coast of San Diego. Couple of expert deep-sea divers disappeared. Their bodies were found the next day, dismembered and ...

AbbeBeck: :: pales :: Oh, god ...

VicMaxiss: ::picks up papers::

AbbeBeck: :: passes photographs around :: You can see for yourselves.

Jakes9: ::grimaces:: isn't that a jpob for the coasties?

MiclOLeary: ::nodding:: Shark bites

MiclOLeary: In an area that knows no sharks

SueBannion: ::picks up a photograph, looks at it::

AbbeBeck: :: shrugs :: Jake, you've got some experience on the open sea, right? You're on this one.

VicMaxiss: ::passing photographs after a quick look::

Jakes9: Sure thing. Just make sure I'm on it, not in it.

Springer07: ::looks at pictures while munching on a donut:: Are you sure we can rule out sharks?

AbbeBeck: :: frowns :: These circular marks on the victims ... here, and here ... doesn't look like a shark could do that kind of damage. 'Course, I'm not an expert.

Springer07: ::nods:: You're right there, but maybe the sharks got them after death

Jakes9: large calamari maybe?

MiclOLeary: Sharks don't eat dead, Jack

MiclOLeary: And ::pointing:: what shark has suction cups?

VicMaxiss: We could check at the oceanography institute out there... what's the name of it?

MiclOLeary: Scripps?

VicMaxiss: Yeah! ::smiles:: That's it.

AbbeBeck: :: checking coroner's report :: Says here that the flesh around the bruises show a significant lack of oxygen, too. Hmm ... interesting.

Jakes9: ::looks at pictures again:: that is odd.

AbbeBeck: :: shrugs, rising :: Okay ... there's a flight from Dulles leaving in an hour.

MiclOLeary: To San Diego?

AbbeBeck: :: half-reading the report, nodding :: Um ... yeah. San Diego.

MiclOLeary: Christ...planes....always planes....

VicMaxiss: ::walks to office, grabs bag::

Jakes9: Here we go again. ::goes into office to grab overnight bag::

VicMaxiss: It's not MAC is it?

MiclOLeary: Just once, JUST ONCE, I'd like to have a case within driving distance

MiclOLeary: Just ONCE

Springer07: Aw, com'on Mike. Show a little backbone!

AbbeBeck: :: frowns, file in hand :: No ... no MAC. Commercial flight.

VicMaxiss: ::pumps fist:: YESSSS

MiclOLeary: ::grinning at Springer:: I gotcher backbone, pal

Jakes9: Skinner probably put us with the luggage.

Springer07: LOL

AbbeBeck: :: grabs backpack, rolling eyes :: Honestly ...

MiclOLeary: ::going back into office, coming back with Sharper Image Traveller:: Onward.

AbbeBeck: :: heads for elevator, still reading the file :: Hmm ...

SueBannion: ::buttons coat:: Hope it's warm in San Diego.

MiclOLeary: ::turning back to Ryan:: Come on, Toto...:)

VicMaxiss: ::heads to door:: Well, I didn't pack my parachute today...

Jakes9: ::follows::

Springer07: ::picks up bags and finishes donut:: Okay, okay...

AbbeBeck: :: in elevator, drops backpack, flips back to one page ::

SueBannion: ::picks up bag, follows others::

MiclOLeary: ::looking at Springer and shaking head:: And they pick on me about what *I* eat

AgentQuinn: <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Timewarp to airplane>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

AbbeBeck: :: on plane, muttering to self :: Nitrogen content ... too damn high. Curious.

Jakes9: Well, econy isn't that bad guys.

VicMaxiss: ::takes aisle seat::

AbbeBeck: :: closes window shade, to O'Leary :: No peeking, Michael.

MiclOLeary: :sitting back, closing eyes:: Never, Abbe

Springer07: Yeah, whatever you mike, don't look down ::grins::

VicMaxiss: Ever been to San Diego, Michael?

Jakes9: ::reading file in aisle seat:: What were these divers doing before they died anyway.\?

Springer07: ::looks at photos again:: I think they were Shrimp catching

AbbeBeck: :: passes O'Leary the case file :: Here ... what do you make of this nitrogen in the blood?

Jakes9: ::continues reading:: must have been big shrimp then.

AbbeBeck: :: shrugs, to Jake :: I don't know ... we'll find out when we get there. I suggest we split into two teams.

VicMaxiss: Jumbo shrimp...

SueBannion: Diving for shrimp?

Springer07: ::to Jake:: Do you know of any predators that feed on shrimp and flesh alike?

Jakes9: :: To jack:: not offhand. hmmmm.

AbbeBeck: :: surveying agents at hand :: Lemme see ... one team to the coroner's office. Guess that's my team. And the other, would you say, to talk with local dive experts?

MiclOLeary: ::looking at papers:: Odd. High nitrogen content.

Jakes9: Sounds like a plan.

AbbeBeck: :: to Jake :: Ever do any deep-sea diving when you were in the Merchant Marine?

AbbeBeck: :: muttering to self :: 'Cause there's no way in hell you'll get me underwater again.

Jakes9: Good lordno! I try to spend as much time as possible out of water!

Jakes9: Its rather ironic as a sailor I never learned to swim.

VicMaxiss: ::rolls eyes::

AbbeBeck: :: grumbles :: Well, you're elected to that team anyway.

MiclOLeary: A sailor who doesn't know how to swim?

Springer07: ::pretends he doesn't here the present conversation and opens his laptop and hacks away

AgentQuinn: ((I Really hope SOMEBODY knows how to swim!))

Jakes9: ::shrugs:: oh well. I can swim if I have to though.

Jakes9: That's survival for ya.

MiclOLeary: {S adlib} "Oh, what do you always want to go taking the excitement, and the glamour, and the adlib out of my life..."

MiclOLeary: Looking at Abbe:

SueBannion: Were the victims wearing scuba gear or pressurized diving suits?

VicMaxiss: Well, where do you want me to go Beck? ::smiles::

Jakes9: I didn't think we HAD any glamour and excitement.

AbbeBeck: :: rolls eyes :: You're with Jake.

AbbeBeck: :: pauses :: Um ... and take one more agent, Vic. That's three to a team.

VicMaxiss: ::to Jakes:: Don't worry, Stillwater. UCLA surf team. ::grins::

AbbeBeck: >>>>>>>>>>>> timewarp to San Diego <<<<<<<<<<<<

AgentQuinn: ((Team 1 use #, team 2 use $))

AbbeBeck: :: debarks plane, backpack in hand :: Um ... I'm heading to the coroner's office.

AgentQuinn: <As David Locke> Hello? I assume you're the FBI agents?

VicMaxiss: Sue? Do you swim? ::exits plane::

SueBannion: Er...yes. But I don't dive.

AbbeBeck: :: nodding :: Yes. Straight from D.C. And you are?

VicMaxiss: How about you, Jack?

AgentQuinn: <Locke> I was told to assist you. My name is Locke. David Locke ::Shakes hand::

Springer07: ::shrugs:: Just laps around the pool...

MiclOLeary: ::grabbing luggage and following Abbe::

AbbeBeck: :: cursory introductions are made :: Very well, Mr. Locke. Agent Maxiss will be leading the team that talks to your diving experts. Can you assist there?

Jakes9: :: joins with group::

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Turns to Vic::

VicMaxiss: ::smiles and nods to Locke::

AbbeBeck: :: to Vic :: Listen, I want to get to the coroner's office, so let's plan on meeting back at the Institute in a few hours. Michael, does that sound good to you?

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Yes, I'll take them over to see Mr.Barcliff. He was a friend of the deceased...

MiclOLeary: Fine, Abbe. I'm a little, um, out of my depth here

Jakes9: ::mutters to himself:: I hope those damn seagulls aren't here this time

AbbeBeck: # :: tugs at Michael's arm :: Wise-ass. C'mon, let's go.

VicMaxiss: ::rolls eyes:: Sounds good, Abbe.

Jakes9: ::groans at OLeary::

AbbeBeck: :: calls out :: Jack ... hope you've got a strong stomach. You're with us at the coroner.

MiclOLeary: ::groans:: Oh God..the Coroner

VicMaxiss: That leaves you to us Sue... ::smiles::

AbbeBeck: # >>>>>> timewarp to coroner <<<<<<<<< {S transport

Springer07: ::rolls eyes:: Great! Can we get something to eat first <g>

AgentQuinn: $ <Locke> Well then. Let's get going. I have a car waiting for you.

MiclOLeary: ::cocking an eye at Ryan:: Preferably Italian, with lots of marinara sauce?

VicMaxiss: $ Great. ::follows Locke::

AgentQuinn: <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<In car>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

AbbeBeck: # :: muttering under breath about working with so many wise-asses :: Honestly ...

Springer07: And lots of Garlic ::rubs belly::

Jakes9: $::to Locke:: what can you tell us about the incident yourself?

AbbeBeck: # :: enters coroner's office ::

MiclOLeary: #::standing back from the table::

AgentQuinn: $ ::Driving:: Well, just what I read in the papers.

VicMaxiss: $What about Mr. Barcliff?

Springer07: # :: nudging Mike forward:: So, why wa there an unusual amount of Nitrogen in the blood

AbbeBeck: # :: takes smock, gloves and face shield :: Okay ... let's see them.

AgentQuinn: $ <Locke> Barcliff? He's the best damn diver in the county...and a friend of the dead.

AbbeBeck: # :: coroner pulls out the bodies ::

AbbeBeck: # :: goes pale :: Oh, god ... I think I'm going to be sick.

MiclOLeary: ::to Springer:: No idea. My brother does some diving. I seem to recall he said something

VicMaxiss: $Was he with them. On the dive?

MiclOLeary: once about "Narcosis" or soething like that

AbbeBeck: # :: turns around, sprints out :: I'll be right back.

Jakes9: $ ::To LLocke:: What do you do, anyway?

MiclOLeary: ::staring after Abbe:: Oh, boy

Springer07: # Not again, she should really think about a new line of work <g>

AgentQuinn: $ No, he didn't dive that day.

MiclOLeary: # If it made Abbe leave....::appraoches table gingerly::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: to remaining agents :: Well? You going to take a look at these bodies?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: pulls sheet away again :: It's not pretty.

MiclOLeary: ::swallowing hard:: Yes. If you would....

Springer07: # ::steps up and looks over the bodies hurridly::

MiclOLeary: #::forces himself to look: Good christ....

AgentQuinn: $ I do freelance dive work around town...consulting mostly.

VicMaxiss: $So what can he tell us about the... incident?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: pointing :: All of these marks occurred after death.

Springer07: # ::puts on gloves and probes the bite wounds for broken teeth::

MiclOLeary: #::to Coroner:: What casued those bruises? Any guesses?

AgentQuinn: $ ::Stopping car:: I don't know. Let's ask. ::Gets out::

Jakes9: $ ::follows suite::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: shrugs :: They weren't caused by force, if that's what you're getting at.

Springer07: # I thought sharks don't eat dead things???

VicMaxiss: $::gets out, looking around::

SueBannion: $::gets out of car::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: frowns, studies markings :: A lack of O2, I'd say. Like a suction cup.

AgentQuinn: $ ::Enters a shop called "Deep Sea Dive"

MiclOLeary: # A suction cup?

VicMaxiss: $::tosses trench coat back in car and follows::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: shakes head :: Not consistent with a shark attack ...

MiclOLeary: # Jack, anything?

Jakes9: $ ::FollowsLocke::It looks like a Dive. Hope he has some answers.

AgentQuinn: $ ::Loud:: Hey Ryan? You in here?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: nodding :: That's my guess. 'Course, the victims also suffered from bites, and they both lost several limbs.

SueBannion: $::enters shop::

MiclOLeary: # Forgive me, Doctor, but octopi don't have teeth like this, correct?

VicMaxiss: $::looks over shop, then enters::

AgentQuinn: $ ::A man who looks like a beach bum walks in::

AgentQuinn: $ <Locke> These're the FBI I told you about.

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: frowns :: I'm a forensic scientist, not a marine biologist.

VicMaxiss: $Mr. Barcliff?

MiclOLeary: #True. I just thought you might be familiar with it....

AgentQuinn: $ <As Ryan Barcliff> Yes. Hello. I hope I can be of assistance.

Jakes9: $ What can you tell us of thew incident, sir.

VicMaxiss: $Agent Maxiss, FBI... Agents Stillwater and Bannion... ::indicates others::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: shrugs :: I honestly have no idea.

AgentQuinn: $ <Barcliff> What do you need to know?

Springer07: # ::to Mike:: No, can't find a thing. I can tell you though the thing had two rows of teeth.

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: pulls back sheet on Taylor :: The female lost her legs, and right arm.

MiclOLeary: #TWO rows of teeth? Swell.....

Jakes9: $::To Barcliff:: Can you tell us what happened?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: pointing :: Parts of her cheek and back. Almost like something ... ate at her.

AgentQuinn: $ <Barcliff> Well...They went out. I've seen it before...They call it the Rapture of the Deep.

VicMaxiss: $What? ::confused::

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: continuing from report :: Both victims died from drowning. Large amounts of water in the lungs. Lots of nitrogen in the blood, too.

Jakes9: $ Rapture of the deep? ::does double take:: more than once?!

AgentQuinn: $ Nitropsychosis, technically. Nitrogen high, basically.

Springer07: # :: taking off gloves and washing up :: What hapens when a body surfaces too fast from deep dives?

VicMaxiss: $Like a bad O2 mix, or something?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: frowns, pulling sheet back over Taylor :: Damn shame. These young people

AgentQuinn: $ Well, sort of.

Jakes9: $ That wouldn't explain the mutilation or the strange markings.

AbbeBeck: don't know what the hell they're doing. Always have to get a high somehow.

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: peering over glasses :: The bends, of course.

AgentQuinn: $ Basically, they go so deep, the nitrogen gets dense, and they faint.

AbbeBeck: Nitropsychosis is caused by the introduction of large quantities of nitrogen to the blood stream. The victim falls into a state of hallucinagenic euphoria. Many deep-sea divers fall victim to nitropsychosis because under high pressure the nitrogen in the water becomes dense. Because divers often fall into this euphoria, they may lose track of time and air quantity, and forget to resurface.

AbbeBeck: Many divers dive deep and attempt to get this free euphoric high. Not only is the "Rapture of the Deep" cheaper than hallucenogenic narcotics, many claim it is a better high.

AbbeBeck: (( That's for BOTH teams, just from different sources. ))

AgentQuinn: $ But I've never seen those bites before.

Springer07: # Are there any areas around here that might let them go that deep?

AgentQuinn: $ Do you understand.

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: frowns :: I'm not an expert, you see. But I'm sure ther are places.

Jakes9: $ yes. Hmmm. Where were the two diving?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: continuing :: One last thing ...

Springer07: # :: glancing back to Mike:: Anything else?

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: covers second body, returning it to the cooler ::

AgentQuinn: $ The weird part is those bites...Something must've got them after they went unconsious.

AgentQuinn: $ They were diving off Mission Beach. Boat's still there and everything.

MiclOLeary: #Nothing I can think of

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: pauses, frowning :: The victims did not struggle. Not one bit. Those bite marks were definitely caused after they drowned. For what it's worth.

VicMaxiss: $Can we go check it out?

Jakes9: $ ::To others:: Shall we check it out?

AgentQuinn: $ Sure, move along. Hope that helped.

AbbeBeck: # <coroner> :: returns to desk, working ::

SueBannion: $::frowns::Are we going to have to dive in order to investigate this?

AbbeBeck: # <Abbe> :: leaning on wall in corridor, breathing slowly ::

Springer07: # Thank you sir, ::motioning towards Abbe:: Maybe we should see how's she doing?

AgentQuinn: $<Locke> Okay, let's go.

VicMaxiss: $::follows Locke::

AbbeBeck: # :: regains composure, slightly flushed :: Um ... sorry about that.

Jakes9: $ ::follows Vic::

MiclOLeary: # Not to worry Abbe....

AgentQuinn: $ ::Driving to Mission Beach::

AbbeBeck: # :: nodding, moving toward elevator :: What did you find out?

Jakes9: $ Is there anything special about Mission Beach? ::To Locke::

AgentQuinn: $ Say, any of you have an idea about this now?

VicMaxiss: $Are we going to have to dive to check the scene?

Springer07: # The high Nitrogen level was most likely caused by the bends, and the wounds were inflicted after the divers died.

AgentQuinn: $ Nothing special about the beach... It's the water that's special.

MiclOLeary: #Well, according to forensci examination it would appear they were killing by a shark/octopus hybrid.

AgentQuinn: $ No, the boat is above water.

AbbeBeck: # :: frowns :: Post-mortem injury? Sounds like a scavenger.

VicMaxiss: $::looks at Sue:: Good.

MiclOLeary: #Which, as we all know, was on Channel 9 last week, Friday night at midnight

AgentQuinn: $ Maybe later you'll want to check out where that safety line went, though.

AbbeBeck: # :: frowns, puzzled :: Michael, what the hell are you talking about?

VicMaxiss: $::frowns:: Safety line?

MiclOLeary: "The Monster from the Beach" Jon Hall, Eleanor Powell, RKO, 1953

MiclOLeary: What I'm saying, Abbe, is the only way such a thing could exist is in the movies

AgentQuinn: $ Yeah, there's a safety line that's hanging off the boat. Divers use it to keep their way in the dark.

AbbeBeck: # :: nodding :: We've said that about a lot of things, you know.

MiclOLeary: #I know. I keep trying to convince myself of that....

AbbeBeck: # :: moving ahead :: Still ... something made those marks. Something killed those divers.

VicMaxiss: $Um... Mr. Locke, we're not dive qualified...

AgentQuinn: $ ::Arriving at the Beach:: Let's go.

Jakes9: $ Was it severed or something similar?

AbbeBeck: # >>>>>>>>> timewarp to Institute <<<<<<<<<< {S transport

AgentQuinn: $ ::To Vic:: Hmmm. We'll see what we can do about that.

Jakes9: $What's so special about the water? or was that a figure of speech?

VicMaxiss: $::gets out:: Everyone bring their swimsuits? ::smiles::

AbbeBeck: # :: puts on sunglasses, surveying beach :: Nice property.

AgentQuinn: $ Well, any water that hides a killer of some sort is dtrange to me.

Jakes9: $ Good point.

Jakes9: $ Is that the boat over there?

AgentQuinn: $ Yes.

MiclOLeary: Are we, uh, going to, um, dive in there?

AgentQuinn: $ Come on board!

Jakes9: $ ::gets in caitiously::

Springer07: # ::notices how badly Abbe needs a tan:: I didn't know you could dive , Mike

VicMaxiss: $::follows Locke warily::

AgentQuinn: $ ::Leaps onto the small boat::

AbbeBeck: # :: blinks, in disbelief :: No way in hell ... I'll stay topside.

SueBannion: $::follows others::

MiclOLeary: I can't Ryan. But it's got to be done, right?

AbbeBeck: $ The diving boat is an average diving boat. It has various diving equipment, charts of currents, ocean, depth and pressure, etc. The charts show a red circle around a certain area near Mission Beach, San Diego.

Springer07: # Why did they go that deep, just for the "high" or were they salvaging something?

Jakes9: $ ::examines chart:: This must be where they were diving.

VicMaxiss: $::checks safety line::

AgentQuinn: $ Yes. Divers mark their charts like that. Wow, look at that pressure chart!

AbbeBeck: # :: quietly listening, contemplative ::

AbbeBeck: # :: moves into the institute ::

Jakes9: $ ::Looks at pressure chart with Locke::

VicMaxiss: $Hey, this line is still taught.

Springer07: # ...and if they were salvaging could this be a murder?

AgentQuinn: $ Nitropsychosis would make sense in that kind of pressure. You could get a high in 5 or 10 minutes that deep in.

VicMaxiss: $Is that normal?

AgentQuinn: $ It's taught? Hmm. Could be anything...

VicMaxiss: $::shrugs::

AbbeBeck: # :: pauses, turning back :: Hmm ...that's a novel theory. I don't know.

MiclOLeary: ::putting on suit::

AgentQuinn: $ Well, what do you think?

Jakes9: $:: To vic and Sue:: if we have to go under, we have to go under. ::sighs::

VicMaxiss: $I know next to nothing about diving...

MiclOLeary: ::checking air tanks::

MiclOLeary: ::To Vic::Simple, really. Just jump into the water

AgentQuinn: $ It's okay, Agent Maxiss. Stick close to that line there and you'll do all right.

Springer07: # Are you planning to go down in a shark cage, or just jump in?

VicMaxiss: $Well, then... ::takes off jacket and tie:: Where do I change?

Jakes9: $ Damn it. ::takes off Jacket too:: this is above and beyond the call of duty!

AgentQuinn: $ Can't use cages around here...red tape and stuff. Cages create a hazard or something.

AbbeBeck: # :: watching from observation deck, resisting urge to comment on Michael's legs ::

MiclOLeary: #So we just go in naked, so to speak.

Jakes9: $ Do you have any spear guns?

MiclOLeary: Terrrrrrrific

AbbeBeck: (( We're all together, no more symbols needed. :-) ))

Springer07: # Great, the basement's most unwanted skin suit calander on sale now!

AgentQuinn: $ Well, looks like we need to go in. I'll go change. There's some suits and gear over by the bathhouse.

VicMaxiss: $::goes and changes into wetsuit::

SueBannion: $Are we just using scuba gear? Won't we just end up with the same problems as the dead divers?

AbbeBeck: :: moves toward boat, watching quietly ::

Jakes9: ::comes out in boxer briefs:: this is ridiculous.

AgentQuinn: $ No way we'll end up with those problems. I'll bring my spear gun.

MiclOLeary: I hate this. I really hate it when this happens

Jakes9: Hope this tattoo works.

AbbeBeck: :: trying to conceal her amusement ::

SueBannion: I meant the problem where there's too much pressure and you become unconscious.

VicMaxiss: ::zips up wetsuit:: {S groovy1}

SueBannion: Don't think a spear gun's going to prevent that.

MiclOLeary: ::noticing Abbe biting her lip:: Next one is going to be the fashion industry. And I'm going to make sure YOU are a runway model

Jakes9: ::grumbles to self:: the things you gotta do. ::zipping up his own suit::

AgentQuinn: $ Oh, well, we'll be safer in a group..keep each other awake, and we won't be too deep too long.

AbbeBeck: :: innocent :: What? What did I say?

VicMaxiss: After this, we're going surfing... ::smiles::

Jakes9: After this, I'm going home.

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Poised with spear gun:: Listen up!

Springer07: ::notices he's the only man not going:: I'll stay topside and proyecy the women :-)

MiclOLeary: ::looking into the water:: After this, I'm getting drunk

VicMaxiss: ::straps on tanks, weights, and mask:: Yeah?

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Stay close to the line, and to everyone else.

AbbeBeck: :: rolls eyes :: Like *I* need protection.

MiclOLeary: I think, Ryan, you'll find it's you who needs protecting

AgentQuinn: <Locke> You'll be able to talk to each other over the mouthpiece comm unit.

Springer07: ::grins:: We can't take you anywhere....

MiclOLeary: ::glancing at Abbe, then back to Ryan: Watch your credit cards

VicMaxiss: ::nods::

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Everyone sit on the starboard rail.

Springer07: ::relizes the folly of his predicament::Wait for me I'm coming tooooo

Jakes9: ::To fellow divers:; let's get this over with.

AbbeBeck: :: rolls eyes, steps closer to Michael :: Did you say something?

VicMaxiss: ::checks air and sits::

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Everyone ready?

Jakes9: ::triple checks air and joins vic::

MiclOLeary: :to Abbe:: Uh, no. Clearing my throat, is all.

VicMaxiss: ::thumbs up::

AbbeBeck: :: draws circle in sand with toe of one foot :: (( No pun intended. ))

MiclOLeary: ::thumbs up::

MiclOLeary: ((rofl))

Jakes9: ::thumbs up::

AbbeBeck: :: nods, stepping back :: Uh huh ... we'll see about that.

VicMaxiss: ((LOL Abbe))

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Okay. Let's go overboard!

MiclOLeary: ::fitting mouthpiece, breathing deeply::

VicMaxiss: ::flips into the water::

Jakes9: ::dives in::

MiclOLeary: ::rolls back, into the water::

Jakes9: just follow the line right?

AbbeBeck: You plunge into the water off the portside. You follow the light of your guide down, down, down into the darkness. It is getting cold, dark, and your sinuses throb with the pressure.

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Stick close to the line. Try to pop your ears.

Jakes9: Skinner must really hate us. ::trys unsuccessfully to pop ears::

VicMaxiss: ::works jaw, popping his ears easily::

MiclOLeary: ::clears ears, thinking he's never been this cold in his life::

VicMaxiss: How far down are we going?

AbbeBeck: # :: in institute, monitoring the others' progress ::

MiclOLeary: Follow the leader

AgentQuinn: <Locke> We should be getting close....

AgentQuinn: <Locke> We're going to the end of the line, Agent Maxiss.

Jakes9: Too damn dark down here!

VicMaxiss: ::clicks on light:: Nice...

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Just watch my flood light....

AbbeBeck: Cold, but adjusted to the darkness and the pressure, you float benignly in place. Then, something large and purpleish moves in the distance...

Jakes9: See any krakens yet? :;speaking a little nervously:: oh-oh!

VicMaxiss: ::points:: What's that?

AgentQuinn: ::Raises spear gun::

Springer07: Vic, I've got movement on the sonar...

MiclOLeary: What's what?

AgentQuinn: <Locke> I'm not sure. Stay tight.

Jakes9: ::pulls knife out of sheath::

Jakes9: I don't like this.

MiclOLeary: ::grips speargun tightly::

AbbeBeck: # :: taps sonar :: Something's coming ... it's pretty big.

VicMaxiss: No shit, Beck!

MiclOLeary: I'm scared...and I don't LIKE being scared

Springer07: # I'd say its about 100 yards to port and closing fast!!!!

Jakes9: ::breathing a little too heavily:: oh jesus.

VicMaxiss: ::to others:: Get up!

AbbeBeck: # :: to Jack :: God ... look at it ... it must be ... ten or twelve feet.

MiclOLeary: What in the name of......

AbbeBeck: # :: frowns, checks watch :: How much time do they have?

AbbeBeck: The creature of the deep is a purpleish color. It's massive 12' body is topped off by two long suction-supped tentacles. It's face protrudes from within the arms to reveal enormous shar-like jaws and electric blue bioluminescent eyes.

Springer07: # It's hard to tell, it might be bigger, There seems to be something interferring...

MiclOLeary: HOLY #(*$!

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Oh god!

VicMaxiss: DROP WEIGHTS!

MiclOLeary: Gentlemen, I have a thought.....

MiclOLeary: LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

AgentQuinn: <Locke> No Maxiss! You don't want the bends.

AbbeBeck: # :: frowns :: Um, how deep are they ... are they going to be able to come up, without getting hurt?

Jakes9: AHHHH!

MiclOLeary: ::reaching out to stop Vic:: NO! Keep them

VicMaxiss: ::stops:: Then climb!

Springer07: # ::to Beck:: about 30 minutes, or less.....if that things gets any closer.

AgentQuinn: THE CREATURE LASHES OUT AT MAXISS

MiclOLeary: Easy guys.....slow and easy

Jakes9: :: VIC!

AgentQuinn: IT MISSES...BARELY

MiclOLeary: ::going after Vics' tumbling body::

MiclOLeary: ((okay...so I'm not doing that))

VicMaxiss: GRG...

AbbeBeck: # :: peering over edge, trying to see beyond the dark water :: Where are they ...

AbbeBeck: # :: to Jack :: Time?

Jakes9: ::dives to help vic::

MiclOLeary: ::treading water, trying to see through the blackness::

VicMaxiss: Speargun!

AgentQuinn: THE CREATURE STRIKES LOCKE

Springer07: # just about 13 minutes....Do you see them yet?

MiclOLeary: {S action1}

AbbeBeck: # :: shakes head :: Not a damn thing.

AgentQuinn: HE IS POWERLESS IN ITS TENTACLES

MiclOLeary: {S suspens1}

VicMaxiss: SPEARGUN!

MiclOLeary: SPEARGUN!

MiclOLeary: {S suspens2}

AbbeBeck: As the creature lashes out again, it is stopped cold by a silver sreak through its upper body. You turn to see Mr.Locke holding his spear gun, with the speardischarged. You return your gaze to the creature. Its blood begins to cloud around the creature as it begins to sink, disappearing into the blackened depths of the sea.....

Jakes9: Helluva shot!::calming a little::

AbbeBeck: # :: still looking :: C'mon ... c'mon ...

AgentQuinn: THE BLUE BIOLUMINESCENT GLOW OF THE MONSTERS EYES FADES AWAY....

MiclOLeary: Jesus Christ get us out of here

VicMaxiss: Up!

Springer07: # Vic, you got ten minutes of air yet....

MiclOLeary: ::swimming upward

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Panting, breathing a little water:: Let's go.

Springer07: # Take your time guys, remember the bends...

Jakes9: ::follows others:: can't get me outa here fast enough!

MiclOLeary: Slow and easy guys

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Crawl your way up the line.

VicMaxiss: ::checks meter:: Less than that, Ryan. I'm about out according to my gauge...

AbbeBeck: # :: leaning over edge, scanning :: The line's moving ... they're coming up.

MiclOLeary: ::swimming to Vic:: Buddy system

Springer07: # ::to Abbe:: We're gonna have to take them to the hospital when they come up.

Jakes9: ::slows a bit:: we just meet godzilla, and he wants slow!

AgentQuinn: <Locke> You must've sprung a leak, Agent Maxiss.

MiclOLeary: You're a master of understatement, Mister Locke

AbbeBeck: # :: nodding :: I'll call ahead.

VicMaxiss: ::checks line:: I don't see it...

AbbeBeck: # :: grabs cell phone, dials for EMS ::

MiclOLeary: ((How are we talking underwater?!?!)

Springer07: # Ohhh, look! It's Baywatch!

Jakes9: ((com mikes))

MiclOLeary: rofl

Jakes9: ((dibs on Pam))

Springer07: ((rofl))

VicMaxiss: ((Ooooh, Vic may get mouth to mouth! =-) ))

AbbeBeck: # :: grins, folding up cell phone :: They're coming.

AgentQuinn: LOCKE BREAKS THE SURFACE NEAR THE BOAT

AbbeBeck: # :: leans over edge again, points :: There's one!

AgentQuinn: Get me on land!

Springer07: # Uses tow line and throws it to them....

MiclOLeary: ::breaks surface of water, ripping mask off::

MiclOLeary: ::taking in great lunfuls of air

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Grabs line::

VicMaxiss: ::floats last few feet to surface, dropping weights::

AbbeBeck: :: calls out :: Where is everyone? Where's Stillwater?

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Coughing, choking::

Jakes9: ::rises up::

MiclOLeary: What WAS that?

Springer07: ::pulls in agents::

VicMaxiss: ::floats motionless::

Jakes9: ::rips off mask as well:: like I said, ::coughing:: swimming aint my strong suit!

AbbeBeck: What happened down there?

MiclOLeary: ::hauls onboard, and collapses::

AgentQuinn: That sure as hell wasn't the Rapture of the Deep!

Springer07: ::pushes Abbe into the water:: Go help Vic!

VicMaxiss: ::twitches once, then rips the mask off:: GASP!

MiclOLeary: uh oh

AbbeBeck: :: sputters :: Son of a ...

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Agent Maxiss? Maxiss?

VicMaxiss: ::coughs::

MiclOLeary: ::rolls under a lifeboat to avoid the Wrath of Beck

Jakes9: Crawls up line:: NEVER again!

AbbeBeck: :: clammers at edge :: C'mon... help me up!

Springer07: ::throws the two a line::

VicMaxiss: ::grabs line, still coughing::

MiclOLeary: Jack, you're going to wish you'd been there with us when Abbe gets back on board

AgentQuinn: <Locke> ::Dives back out:: Agent Maxiss! ::Slaps Vic around a bit::

AbbeBeck: :: grabs a line :: You know what they say about paybacks, Jack.

AgentQuinn: <Locke> You've got an agent in trouble here!

Jakes9: ::starts to take off gear, slowly and painfully::

MiclOLeary: Anyone know CPR?

AbbeBeck: :: climbs back into boat ::

Springer07: <Pam> I do, clear a way!

VicMaxiss: ::slowly pulls self in, coughing::

AgentQuinn: ((Come on, Springer!))

Jakes9: ::looks in shock at bouncing bathing beauty::

SueBannion: ((LOL, Springer!))

AgentQuinn: <Locke> Everyone okay?

VicMaxiss: ::smiles weakly, thumbs up::

Springer07: ::helps pull in Vic::

Jakes9: I thought OLeary here got all the babes ::staring in amazement::

MiclOLeary: ( An X FILES/Baywatch Corssover?)

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