“That’s the place, huh?” Wel asked. It was his first visit to Fort Wayland.
“That the place,” Cacee confirmed as the car sped by a site only called “No Go.”
No Go was a six acre patch of earth surrounded by a barbed wire fence. A regular patrol duty walked the perimeter. The patrol was present for the expressed purpose of keeping people out of No Go, but every one knew the real reason was to keep whatever it was at the center of No Go in No Go.
Thankfully, that was an incredibly easy job.
“Why don’t they just blow the creature up and be done with it?” Wel pondered.
“That’s a ballot issue every single year. The cult that brought it here from wherever it was now has it classified as an endangered species. They did an environmental study and everything. Thank goodness those laws exists, don’t get me wrong, but for the reals. Protecting an Kaiju beast from another dimension is so far from the intent. So issue never actually gets to be voted on.” Cacee said, unable to hide his annoyance with the annual tradition.
“It still can’t move?” Wel had read that somewhere. He claimed to have read it in a newspaper, but no one believed him.
“Still trapped in our oxygen rich air like it’s a grape in those weird jello molds full of fruit,” Cacee answered.
“Those poor cultists must have been so upset.” Wel kept his gaze on No Go.
“Yes and no. Certainly had to be vindicating to be right. The end goal was the end of the world though. Now they spend their days in court rooms swimming in litigation. Which is about the worst end of the world possible.” Cacee said.
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