Coast-a Costa Linda

[nation_citizens]

On one of the remote edges of the island, away from the civilized end of it, several folks in wetsuits wash ashore.  Some wetter than others.

Because they don't make wetsuits for dogs, you know.

But they're there.   And it doesn't appear that anyone has been seen. 

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[onthecase]

The chimp isn't built well for swimming. He learned how to use SCUBA equipment once, years ago, but even that led to people shooting at him. He still doesn't think much of the water.

He shucks the gear and knucklewalks up the beach, climbing into one of the trees for cover, then looking down at the others to follow their lead.

[caleb_z]

Caleb can't get his SCUBA mask off fast enough. It drops to the beach, with him along side it, taking in air as fast as his lungs will allow. It was a rude discovery when he hit the water, and learned just how much faster his all-human muscles tire, and how much more painful it is to push them beyond that. Still, he managed, trying not to focus on the feeling of the amulet against his chest.

"Head ... count ...." he manages between breaths.

[hotshot1280]

"One head' Trevor says, dragging his gear behind him as he makes his way to the base of the tree Chimp is in. He's been SCUBA diving before, but he's only now realizing that diving at a fun leisurely pace and doing so to get to a destination are two completely separate matters. He's not badly winded, but he usually prefers sex to be the only activity to have him this short of breath.

[wonderwoof]

As soon as he's out of the water, Rex shakes off, sending water flying in every direction. He chuffs as the head count is called for and heads for the tree Chimp is in, trying to begin scenting. The dog snorts, shaking his head-for the most part, all he can smell is the ocean.

[nation_extras]

From behind a group, a quartet of uniformed figures move through the woods, and, judging from their casual pace, unaware of their proximity to Costa Linda's new guests.

One of them turns his head, all but doing a double take as he sees the intruders for the first time.

"HALT!" he yells, reaching for his radio while the three behind him reach for their guns.

[psychic_surf]

Hank had just managed to free himself of his SCUBA gear. Well, most of it, anyway. He was still wearing his flippers.

Which made for comedy gold as he tried to tell the guard that he really didn't want to call in an alert.

Oh, wait.

Dampened.

Right.

He charged, his flippers flapping wildly as he dove into a tackle towards the guard with the radio.

Boy, telekinesis would really be handy right now.

[nation_extras]

The guard tries to step out of the way, but doesn't move fast enough. He is knocked to one side, at worst off balance while Brainwave's momentum carries him down to the sand. Luckily, the radio is knocked out of his hand, and away from them both.

Behind him, the three guards, their weapons now drawn, are indecisively choosing their targets.

[psychic_surf]

Hank wasn't much of a brawler. It was so dirty and inelegant best perfected by hairy muscular men with Nth metal harnesses or grown men who dressed up like cats. Or women in fishnets, he thought absurdly. But not the one who spoke backwards.

Suave, stylish men didn't engage in fisticuffs. But here he was in a wetsuit trying to find a way to disable this guard before he got his ass thoroughly kicked.

He flailed at the solider, hoping he'd land something dangerous before his opponent got with the program and starting putting some hurt on him.

[sand_hawkins]

After about an hour...and one more brief encounter with a wandering patrol, the team found themselves on the outskirts of what looked like an internment camp. Or at least something important, based on the number of guards around. "Rex, you got anything?" Sand said.

[wonderwoof]

Rex was nosing around the trees as he attempted to pick up anything, occasionally stopping to paw at the ground. He kept sniffing for a moment, his ears pricking forward, then sniffed again, his tail wagging. It was faint, but there was something there. The dog looked over at Sand. "Whuff!"

[sand_hawkins]

Sand walks over to where Rex was. Several seconds of searching reveal the seams of what appears to be an access panel...hid fairly well as another patch of grass. "You're saying you have a scent of the Mother here?

[onthecase]

The chimp is good at communicating with Rex, even without language. He nods to Sand.

Rex has a scent alright.