Getting Settled In For The Unsettling
Dr. George motioned his guests inside. "Come meet the others." The group ran to their respective hiding places as Penn, Teller, the mission team, and Dr. George stepped inside leaving Isotophes standing alone and confused. "Who have we here?" Everyone shook each other's hands. Penn and Teller shook everyone's hands, and then shook each other's hands. Penn started to talk about how great the place looked then asked if Teller had said something. Teller shook his head vehemently. Dr. George said, enthusiastically, “We call this place Hell's Basin." Teller looked around, then back at Penn in surprise.
Sketch continued to hook up her computer system. "Hey, Ben." Ben looked up from the various wires he had been untangling. "What?"
"Who do you think those two new stiffs are?"
"No clue. Have you seen a red wire?"
Sketch's cousin popped out of an overhead vent. "What is this? Some kind of tour?"
"Who is that?" Penn asked. Teller looked at the kid like he was a sewer rat.
"Who? Him?" Dr. George looked toward the kid as he jumped down from the vent. Teller nodded slowly.
"That's just Morris. We call him Mole." Mole saluted Dr. George and disappeared back into the vent. The two magicians knew this wasn't anything normal and that they had traveled too far off the beaten path.
Ben and Sketch were finished setting up the computer system and decided to investigate the bus that the newcomers arrived in. They walked past Dr. George, Penn, and Teller as they talked. The mission team were off somewhere else in the base getting things set up. There was to be some equipment moved and they were already in the process of getting that done.
The two stalwart friends headed out to the bus. Sketch checked the door handle. "It's locked."
"Not a problem." Ben pulled out a lock pick set and soon had the door open. "Et voila!"
The duo climbed into the bus and looked around. They saw computers, tools, dynamite, knives, ropes, and a crate of fire arms.
"Okay, either these guys are nuts or they are really cool," Sketch said in awe.
Back inside the guests were all making themselves comfortable. Sketch noticed Teller standing off alone looking out the giant window panel that let in enough outside light to illuminate the room but still tinted enough to offer a brownish-orange hue to appear as natural light filtered through the clever design of the hidden base. While Teller admired the way things were designed and the craftsmanship, he took no notice to the large, hairy spider inching its way up the back of his suit coat. Sketch drew in a gasp of air and slowly walked toward Teller. Just then Teller must have known something was amiss because he turned and saw Sketch's expression of concern and terror. Teller lowered an eyebrow and suddenly the spider raced over his left shoulder. Teller's eyes were wide and his face turned white as Sketch whispered "Don't move!"
But it was too late as Teller started to run and twirl around rapidly, causing the spider to jump onto the nearby plant which was very delicate and the spider's weight caused it to fall to the floor.
By now everyone was dodging a very aggravated spider that was the size of a small dog, on a rampage. Sketch managed to gently pick up her pet spider and put it on her shoulder where it nestled onto her shirt collar. Mole fell from a vent out of fear that another spider was on the loose. Mole told the others that the vents aren't always that safe.
"Yeah, and the noises in the ventilation system are great for getting people all wound up," Lurch added. Isotophes grabbed the back of his ponytail and whispered in his ear. "I hate you."
"It wasn't a real alien, would you just forget about that!" Lurch begged.
Penn wondered what Lurch meant by that, and his face grew a bit dark. He actually twitched. Teller had already fainted.
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