In a lecture room within the facility, used as a substitute for an important meeting, allowed only those that belonged to the facility holding special roles. Invited - they joined. On the other hand, the low level workers and staff, proceeded with their routine duties as usual.
A projector in the front illuminated the dark room. People sat down. Some cross their arms, and some chat to with each other. Whispers and wait ended when the director stepped up the podium to the left.
"Good day everyone," the director spoke. "It is by utmost importance that everyone has made it to this meeting."
"I will start off."
"Earlier this time around 10:45, an incident occurred at Crystalline Beach. An unknown creature caused a chaotic scene that left the beach and beach goers dissemble."
The director raised his head up and looked to the projected images on the white board. One of the assistants stood in thr front but to the side. She pressed a button and the images changed from white to full coloured images depicted in detail. Multiple pictures showed damages, injuries from people, boats tanked, and debris scattered. A video played - catching the events that unfolded before.
The staff and director watched. The staff looked awfully quiet and, none could say a word. They only watched, feeling bad, and feeling absolutely terrible for them.
"As you can tell from the video captured just before the incident, this here creature highlighted is new to them. But for us, it isn't."
The images changed to another one. It was a complex detail of close inspection and similar photos comparing the creature.
"The conclusion I've come up with is that THIS CREATURE is none other than a Myfecta Type-2!" the director announced.
The crowd murmured, whispering and talking. It was almost an uproar but quieter and still.
One of the staff that was watching from back raised his hand, "Excuse me director, if I don't mean to be bold," he stood up. "But aren't the Myfecta type 2 extinct? You said it yourself, they no longer exist."
This one staff had a point, making the crowd of people talk more, and it was getting louder.
"Alright settle down," the director calmed the crowd. He said in response, "Yes, you are right. Type 2s are gone, but not this one." The director kindly looked to the projected board.
"This type 2 has been on the record of one of our current underwater drone footage last taken 2 years ago. This was a project kept on my side. The type 2 has been active, alive if you will, living underneath the deepest parts around Kutus island. Earlier report indicate that the type 2 isn't where it should be, and this creature reported, can only mean that the type 2 is causing havoc. I don't know why, but it's safe to say that this job is on our hands."
The crowd lowered their voices and listened.
"What are we gonna do, sir?" Another asked.
The director then went over the plan. It was a dangerous one. It would require a specific individual to volunteer and that volunteer was just nearby, watching the meeting go through but didn't really matter to him. Sooner, he'll have to take part in one of this dangerous stunts again. This was his speciality.
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The meeting had ended.
The facility was now on the clock. Specialists wore their uniforms that represented the facility's name. It was what they stood for. They had divided roles. Each of one them, put into groups but worked together. Like soldiers, they marched out of the facility and went to do an important duty. Vehicles and a helicopter started up, and equipment and supplies packaged. Specialists entered the vehicles (some weapons at hand) waiting for the road ahead. Ben entered one of this vehicles ready to go.
The vehicles are armored transports. Used specifically for personal carriers. The amount of armored vehicles numbered only seven. The engines started and the wheels peered on the road followed by others in a line. The large metal gates slided open and gave way to the exit.
Having exited the facility boundaries, vehicles were on route and in the public road that was somewhere in the middle of nowhere (trees and bushes on all sides). Inside the transport vehicle, there was stillness in the air, though some bumps on the road, the crew stayed still. While being as calm and prepared as they should, one of the crew, probably young and naive, could not keep his cool and his eyes peered at the Ben.
Ben minded his own business. Sitted, he bent over, and clasped his hands together, his fingers mingling. When Ben looked to the side of his vicinity, he caught a glimpse of the man lookinh at him. Their eyes locked and exchanged glances but lasted a second before the man flinched - shocked - and he recoiled back into position in shock.
Ben didn't mind the gazes of those that saw him the way he was. For them, something like him, must only come as a rare treat to see. He looked back and sighed. Besides Ben sat also another person. This was a she and of close relatability that talked to his much more often. How often? It through work mostly.
She looked at Ben, who looked dead inside, and spoke, "Hey Ben, are you okay?" She wanted to know, a little worry in her face.
Ben replied. "Yeah, I'm good," he turned his head in reply and back to the original place.
The woman thought otherwise. Instead of holding back, she started a conversation with Ben (although he didn't agree to it) and mostly he listened attentively while he contemplated. When she finished, she talked with the crew. She wasn't finished. She was only beginning.
The view came into background as the row of vehicles followed suit. Watch the vehicles go and the story begins. This vehicles and this people. Who were they? What was the facility they came from? To answer that, it boils down to a lot classified details but one notable thing about them is the name. Ancient Research Capture and conservation. Or ARCC for sort. It is a group of people who specialise in the protection and captivity of creatures of this country. And must be hidden from the world.