John proceeded towards the CB radio slowly and wondered whether he should reply or not, it was his boss, the rest of john’s team stared at him with great seriousness and conscientiousness. “I think you should answer that, it could be exceptionally important”, Sadie conspicuated.
So john solemnly picked it up, “he…he…hello, john tredster here”, he said in a shocked and remorse voice.
Assuming the mayor was pleading for help, they were expecting a sorrowful voice, but when he replied they got a shock. “WHAT the hell has just gone on out there and why wasn’t I informed with this information in advance!” Quinn yelled and exclaimed with great force, sounding as if his temples were about to burst, throughout the tremendous blood rush of his head.
“we could or did not see this coming even if we did there would not have been enough evidence to back this up, we only just found out the same time as everybody else did”, replied john in a serious voice back to him.
“I’m going to get this mess cleared up and I’m coming to pay you a visit in a few hours time”, Quinn said unimpressively and quite shamefully.
John sent his dumbfounded team home to see if their families were in deep criteria or were okay, John stayed back looking for something to show Quinn why this happened.
Sadie stayed behind as she had no family (as neither did john), except for her cat. John, to calm his nerves, started walking around the obliterated office he worked in, but started to hallucinate peculiar looking elves seeming to constitute around his stumbling insecure body. (John had been kept in that underground building for around roughly 6 weeks, he had no outside contact). Two hours had passed, and the mayor turned up in a conveniently extreme chopper, he always had to arrive in style. “Whatever you have obtained for me, better be some good intellectual information, ‘cause I’m having an intensely bad day”, the mayor said ignorantly.
Luckily Sadie and john had supposedly had enough supportive, complex evidence. After a forty-five minute fully in- depth, narrative, comprehensive and also quite erratic lecture/session, Quinn was with an overload of information. Why could they not see the unexplained fault? Why was it so well hidden? Why was there no graphical layer? What John could not help the fact that these irrative elves, and unusual creatures were hanging around, crawling up and down the walls, slithering across the floor, they were becoming exceedingly close. One bizarre creature had the most gigantic puppy like eyes, with slime crawling down its deformed pointed, hollow face, jagged teethed jaw. It’s long lanky bewitched claws spookily sketched towards john. John’s stiff upper lip of confidence had suddenly gone and had began to shiver, there was now no state of secure confidence in his mind, everything around him went dark, he could not hear or feel anything around him, just see this image patently limping around him scratching john’s forehead with it’s disintegrating claws, it started screeching blood out the forehead, reasoning down past the brow, then immediately whisked out an eye.
John came back. It was a dream, or a vision, he wasn’t completely sure, though he still had his eye. Quinn and Sadie had been trying to descend into John’s mind but could not get through.
“I have got the most exceeding plan, and the greatest job opportunity in a lifetime, I want you to explore the near centre of the earth, going down through this recently erupted fault and discover what sort of treasures could be there”, the mayor exclaimed with great superiority and awareness.
“John we are not doing this, this is too dangerous”, Sadie emotionally said in fear and contempt.
Quinn butted in with digression “erm, it’s all expenses paid of course, by the president, they have been making major research, the F.B.I and secretive geologists, and there’s $500,000 for each of you to do this”.
So off they went. All prepared with extravagant heat suits (resistant to heat), a special mechanised vehicle, which was able to dig through to the ground of the earth, and yet it cannot get destroyed, neither melt, the president had obviously thought this through, with the special government- geologist- forces, for possibly the greatest inventions yet, and they were about to use them! “I sincerely hope we get through this alive, and when we get back we’re going to celebrate”, Sadie authentically suggested.
“Who says we’re coming back?” john awkwardly commented.
“Oh, you do often gather the weirdest accumulations, and if you were trying to be facetious, it most definitely did not work!” Sadie answered back in the most abrupt way.
John thought he was being truthful; after all, he’d been having these dreams, when sleeping, as well as day dreaming, what if had been going insane? Going down into the pitch black and humid heat would not help.
As the tremendous machine started to excavate into the dark ground he knew he had just seen this before, what with all the questionable images in his mind, john started to feel horrified with these crude illustrations portrayed in his uncanny mind. The hole was getting deeper. Several hours had passed, and john did all he could to extrude the exuberant images, but the deeper they proclaimed, the more it was of a facsimile to his absurd brain. He had no equanimity. John did not say anything to Sadie as he did not want to petrify her, although she asked why he kept on coming out in constant sweats, the excuse was he was excited to see what was down here, but he knew he was terrified, but any how there was no going back now, definitely not for a long time.
