--- UNEXPECTED TENTACLE SESSION 13 --- --- FISHING IN MURKY WATERS --- --- (16.6.96) --- Getting back to the car, Swanson was missing. We heard a car off in the distance and a rustle somewhere over in the trees. A bullet shattered a rear light and, putting two and two together, we decided that there was probably someone shooting at us from the trees. Prof and Doc went to investigate, taking the occasional pot shot - in the Doc's case his leg. The distant car drew closer and we decided perhaps the best course of action would be to just get out of there - John started the car as the Doc crawled his way back. The new car started to slow down rapidly after catching sight of Father Michael; meanwhile the Prof was pinned down by sniper fire. After a bit of persuasion, the Prof came out from behind the tree he'd taken a liking to and ran towards the car, Jeremiah laying down some covering fire. John gunned the accelerator and two shots rang out from the trees behind us.. We sped off, fancying we saw a body lying near the road. Although John has driven before, he was hardly experienced and the other car soon gained ground - Prof Hargreaves and Jeremiah _attempted_ to shoot the pursuing vehicle, a task made infinitely easier when the rear window was shattered by a lucky shot. We returned fire and blew up their wind screen - gaining valuable seconds. A strange, unnaturally coloured thing appeared in front of the car and arced over like a rainbow - through some stroke of luck, John kept the car upon the road unlike the other which bounced off the side a few times. Looking at the fuel gauge, a problem presented itself - luckily a village was in the distance. On arrival, the car engine conked out, so the car was parked sideways across the road and we fled to the village centre. The pursuing vehicle also seemed to conk out around the same point, this could just have been a fluke though (hmmm.) We decided to hide in a nearby house - dust covered every surface and we soon noticed a complete lack of food or intelligible writing (newspapers where in a completely different alphabet). Rev Peters noticed a humming, the source of which was narrowed down to John Aintree, and more exactly, the mask he was carrying. It had changed texture and colour: we decided to keep well away. A cry was heard from somewhere outside and there was no sign of our pursuit. We decided time had stopped before dawn had arrived. After several hours, dawn didn't actually seem to arrive so we decided to explore a larger building sighted from the upstairs study. The cars at this point were where we'd left them, untampered. The build has some kind of kitchen, and a bar on the ground floor, with a trap door leading downwards - guess where we went. The cellar was extremely large - bigger than the building itself, the far wall couldn't be seen using our lamps. The sound of running water could be heard in the distance. The cellar was under a few inches of water, which slowly deepened until, when waist high, the cave opened out into a large underground chamber within which swam several humanoid creatures with fish like heads and expansive bodies. All around the sides were the entrances to other tunnel-like passages. The green, slimy, white-bellied human-fish swam swam from entrance to entrance, disappearing to unknown locations. A dark portal about the size of a football hovered in the air between two such entrances, which were unusually close together, so that the platforms to the entrances were joined. So much for the cavern - we'd been spotted... One of the slimy fishy things swam towards us as we tactfully tried to retreat. Diving after us, it tried to bite off John's leg. It was quickly dispatched. More creatures chased us, one suffering from Mon-optic vision after a lucky gunshot. Two of them grabbed the Prof and John and proceeded to drag them away. They went at a pace we couldn't match and only after some valiant struggles on behalf of Prof and John that we managed to catch up. Another creature appeared and tried to prevent us aiding our friends as John and William lost consciousness. The slimy things carried them off back to the cavern, but for what purpose, we could not fathom. The other thing quickly fled and we were left dazed, the only option being to leave town and head back the way we came - it was now light for some reason and the car started without problem. We travelled to Boston, the road apparently being far longer instead of approaching it from the North, as we had when we left, we entered it from the South East.
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