Paranormal Research, Mission 1
 

High above the clouds, the Paranormal Search and Destroy team flew towards Arizona. However, they were flying in a cargo plane for a fruit company.

Inside of the cargo bay, the Search and Destroy team sat on boxes of fruit, looking at FBI agent James McCloud. Like most FBI agents, Cloud was wearing a black business suit and tie, along with a pair of sunglasses.

“We are heading towards the Grand Canyon. There have been reports of a type 3* or type 5** lurking in the bottom of the Canyon. A group of twelve tourist were attacked, no survivors. We will be landing in approximately two hours, where we will be loaded in a truck and taken near one mile away from the canyon, where we will have to go by foot. Since it will be night, Vincent will be meeting up with us in the canyon.” James took a bite from an apple he took out of a nearby box. “So… Get some rest, eat some fruit… or something.”

James took a seat on a box and began to eat him apple.

OOC: *Type 3 - Ancient evil.
**Type 5 - Giant mutation

Charles listened intently, and after the FBI agent was done, he checked his pockets until he got his notebook with Type 3 monsters in it. He began to flip through, throwing out some ideas and writing down others on a blank notepad he had in his lap, trying to put together an early idea of a list of monsters they could be facing.

Gabriel leaned against the side of the plane. He reached down and picked out an orange and pulled out a small knife from his side pocket. He started to peel away at he orange while watching everyone else. This is going to be an interesting one. Type 3* eh, well I guess book boy over there will at least tell me how to kill it when we get there. He then started to eat the orange, slice by slice.

Ben listened intently "...type three..." He pulled out his pistols amd removed the clips, replacing them with two containing AP "rhino" bullets, replacing them, and making sure that his shotgun was loaded with the heavy slugs. Beautiful. now just where am I supposed to put all this excess metal... he thinks, turning to charles.
Charlie, what're ya' thinkin'?

"Hmm?" Charles said, "Oh, right, Type 3. Well, it has to be something that can survive in a desert environment, it will be pretty big and nasty, and kills people with relative ease, but it can stay hidden. I'm narrowing it down right now. I'll need more info though to narrow it down to a reasonable list, err, excuse me sir?"

Charles was addressing the FBI agent that had given them the overview. "Excuse me, sir, two questions. First off, how did the people die, and second is was the attack at night or at day?"

"Hm?" James turned his head to Charlie. Taking out a little note book, he read a page, then put away the notebook and adressed the geek. "The attack was during the day, and the victims were first killed by having a hole drilled into their skull and acid poured into it. We later found them with their skin torn off."

Skin torn off? And lobotomized? Well guess I'm lucky to stay behind all of these guys. By now Gabriel had finished off his orange and went through his belt looking for his pigmentation vials. If we are going by day, a mix of Orange and Red should do it. Mayby I'll throw in a little something extra. "Hey James, how many were killed at one time? Or were they able to figure that out?"

"Really? Well, crap, there go most of my assessments... So far, the best candidates sound like a Star Vampire in that case, but the skin things sounds wrong, or a mutant Devourer, but it sounds too large and powerful to be one of those since they are normally about human size and physically unimpressive. Umm, I'll need more time to look through my books." Charles said, putting away the first notebook, and pulling out a second, and flipping to a new page in his empty notebook and starting over with his list, copying a few entries from the first page to the second and going back to copying names from this second notebook.

"How... humane."

Harrison adjusted his glasses as he peered at his laptop screen. His hands were otherwise occupied, shoveling books and many strange-looking artifacts into his backpack at a surprising speed. Among the objects were a rattle that appeared to be made of bone, a small staff with a clump of feathers bound to one end with dried sinew, and a bronze figurine of an eagle.

Well then, folks, looks like we get to stick it to Jeffrey Damher for the second time.
Ben added, remarking on the cause of death, as he removed one of the stakes from his belt, replacing it with a cross with a sharpened end.