Billowing clouds of gray smoke pool around where Sulfur’s lower legs, arms and hair should be, while her main torso, hands, and head are of a more dense, defined, and darker consistency. The bright light pierces through her body, leaving no shadow behind her. The intensity of the light causes her distress.
The spotlight reveals what her goggles could not. Hovering just 10 feet in front of her, with an body entirely composed of gas (sulfuric based on the odor), is a woman she will soon come to call Sulfur.
Arsenelle ignores the suggestion. Instead, holding her blaster steady with one hand, she uses her other to tap on her left shoulder. An oval disc pops out and tilts upward from her shoulder plate, then blasts out a bright light twenty feet in front of her.
Arsenelle freezes when a woman’s voice speaks out ‘hello’. In a single fluid motion, she pulls out one of the two large blasters strapped to her back, spins 180 degrees, and aims the rifle barrel in the voice’s direction. Rapidly switching between infra-red and night-vision, her goggles surprisingly inform her that no one is there.
Utilizing her goggle’s night-vision feature, Arsenelle navigates the deserted pitch-black cavern. With just a twitch of her eye, she flips over to infra-red vision, but only registers the heat signatures of the very active vermin community that call this tunnel home. She gags, suddenly hit hard by a sulfuric stench so much worse than the
While thousands of commuters course through the main terminal and the various underground subway platforms, Arsenelle marches silently deeper into one of the long unused tunnel offshoots.
