Walkabout Pt 2

Players: Vinny

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Summary: Vinny's Walkabout begins, and a new enemy is revealed.

Date: May 16, 2012

Log Title: Walkabout pt 2

Rating: PG


OOC Note: The times in this do not match the dates in which it's been posted. Exact dates will be given in the log itself when they are important.

Date: January 5th, 2012
From: ten.liamx|skliwV#ten.liamx|skliwV
To: Connor Blake, Jermey Inada, Rashmi Franklin, David Alleyne
Subject: G'day!

File Attached: G'day.avi

Opening File….

The background is obviously in Australia someplace, a clearing in tall grass with a few rocks. Vinny's voice is heard in the background and the picture wobbles a bit. "Ah bugger stay still, ok think I got this right.." The Anthro Platypus steps into view shortly afterwards and backs up a bit until he's in frame. He wears a custom fitted set of Tan fatigues that makes him look like one of the jungle explorers in old movies though he still wears his leather hat with the snakeskin band. Most notably is the leather gun-belt with a pair of revolvers holstered onto it. He gives a smile and waves to the camera.

"G'day! Now if I got this right and miss Frost wasn't lyin' about the ability this phone has I figure you'll get this within a day or so. So hope ya all had a bonza holiday season, got ta spend some time with the folks and here I am headed out for my Walkabout. Now as much as I love Crocodile Dundee they did get the whole walkabout thing a bit backwards. Walkabout if ya didn't know is a spiritual trek that young aboriginal males take to retrace the paths their ancestors walked and recreate their old deeds and activities. This gives them a deeper understandin' of their heritage and a greater connection to the tribe as a whole. So I know what yer sayin' "Vinny, yer not an aborigine, yer a bloody Mutant Platypus. What the hell are ya doin' out in tha middle'a nowhere carryin' weapons for cripes sake?" Well that's true, but for me this is where it all started. This is where I changed, this is where I learned to use my powers. So if I'm lookin' ta get my head together a bit, this is where I'd go ta do it."

He adjusts the gun-belt a bit, obviously not used to wearing it. "So I'll see ya all in October, try ta give Bruce a kick in the ass for me every now and then ta make sure he knows he can't run wild while I'm out. Have a good'un folks, and safe travels."

End of File

Vinny shuts off the phone's camera and finishes attaching and sending the video to those he had email addresses for. Grabbing his pack and strapping it on he checks the sun, looks at his compass and heads off towards the woodlands in the distance.

-Somewhere in Australia, Chimera Headquarters.

The man walks down the simple stone-walled hallway in a brisk stride. His lab coat unbuttoned and a clipboard tucked under his arm. His name is Dr. Benjamin Mercer, he is a mutant researcher and Psychologist for an unofficial branch of the Australian government that handles mutant affairs. Every country has an operation like this whether they want to admit it or not. For Canada it's Alpha Flight, for the Americas it's Weapon X, this is Operation Chimera.

Stopping at a simple metal door with a sign-plate that reads 'Commander Killgrave' he knocked firmly and waited for the gruff "Enter!" before stepping inside. The office was as plain as everything else, a computer and some other communications equipment on the back wall sat in standby mode, a few pictures on the walls, and a locker containing the commander's personal items and weapons. Killgrave was an aging military bear, his grey hair in a military cut and wearing simple olive drab fatigues. He looks to the Doctor and says simply. "What do you have to report Mercer?"

The Doctor cleared his throat a moment and nodded, looking to the clipboard. "We've detected a transmission from a sector in the outback, it was on an encrypted satellite channel so we don't know the content but given the location it's most likely Vincent Wilks."

Killgrave smiled and nods. "Good, send in the recon teams. Find him and bring him in alive."

Mercer nods and takes a breath "With respect sir, the outback is his turf. The chances our men are going to get the upper hand on this mutant in what is essentially his own backyard are slim.

Killgrave frowns and leans forward. "Are you telling me that our Military scouts can't track and bag a single tree-hugging mutant? Send the teams and have this freak brought in before sundown!"

Mercer nods and leaves the office without another word, not wanting to take the argument further. Killgrave was given this position because he hates mutants with a passion and the military felt his talents were well suited to dealing with them. But this won't be the first time his short-sightedness caused a problem. The Wilks weren't some peace and love commune family. In their prime Jennifer and Jacob Wilks routinely went to places that even made survivalists call them insane and they always came out alright. If their son knows even half of what his parents do those recon scouts don't have a prayer.

Somewhere else in Australia, The Outback.

Vinny was being followed, he knew he was being followed. He'd sensed them about an hour before, two human-sized objects staying just on the edge of his electrolocation sense. He'd being using the counter-tracking tricks his father has showed him but they'd stayed with him turn for turn, so there was no mistaking they were after him. He was going to have to get creative to ditch these two, thankfully the upcoming river would give him just what he needed.

The two men stopped at the bank of the river, the ground here was wet and the tracks stopped at the edge. One man looked up and down the banks and sighed "Dammit, knew we should have taken him before he got this far. He could be anywhere up or downstream by now." His partner looked at him and nodded "Well it's a mutant Platypus.. had to figure he'd go for the water, better call it in. The first man nods and fishes the radio off of his belt.

Unit 5 to command, we've lost the target.

Command here, you lost the target?

Affirmative, target has taken to water. No sign of him now.

Roger that, return to base. Brass isn't gonna like this.

Affirmative.

The two men started heading upstream, Vinny watched them from the branchs of the tree he was hiding in and sighs. "Well Brucey boy, guess when I get back I owe ya a drink and ya can tell me ya told me so." His eyes glow brightly as he calls up the same kind of waterspout he'd used to get into the tree to begin with, luckily those two fools were too dumb to look up. Stepping onto the Column of water it carried him across the river and he headed back into the woods, determined to put as much distance between himself and those men as possible.

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