Defeating the Cultists - Chapter 2

We arrived at the front gates apparently right on time.  It was a long drive, only made worse by the malaise of the plane ride, but I had survived my first undercover mission, if arrival itself could be considered a mission.  So that was a success.

We were in the vast countryside, surrounded by grand mountains and trees as far as the eyes could see.  If I was in space, looking down at this location, I assume it would be a big, green mass.  The air was pure and filled my lungs with every breath.  I was taking in the change of scenery when I watched the grumpy man put in the password to the front gate.

Speaking of, the facility looked like a bunch of those massive storage crates stacked on top of each other.  There were no windows to look in or out, at least none that I could see.  They were stacked three high, with a few makeshift doors and other accessories here and there.  It was a hodgepodge of ideas from likely a desperate man making a quick decision.  Any decor professional would likely be appalled.

The metal door swung open, and we marched inside, and through a short, metal, blue hallway.  I could hear my feet echoing against the steel wall of the crate, when we slipped out of another makeshift door, and I got a full view of the compound.

It was a huge area, surrounded by crates of various colors.  They seemed to stretch for miles.  I admired the effort put into keeping this place completely locked down.  It would be near impossible for anyone to see inside this place from the outside.  Too bad they weren’t blocking from space.

Inside, it was almost like traveling back in time; houses built of wood, campfires, various old-timey things like laundry on wires.  Now I realize why I had to dispose of all of my electronics and not pack anything.  One thing that was missing though:  where were the people?

“Ahem… special event…” the grumpy one said, leading me off in a different direction.

We traveled down one of the side paths, I could hear some faint music playing.  And it was sad music.  Confused, I continued down the path, not really sure what was going on.  As we got closer, I saw a large gathering of what had to be several hundred people, in what looked like old fashioned clothing, standing around… something.

As I got closer, I realized the women were dressed in old-fashioned looking dresses with white frills and various colors, likely whatever tatters of cloth they could find and stitch into something reasonable.  The men were wearing various collared shirts with laces tying the tops together.  Someone had a flair for the old here.

We filed in and stood in the back, me looking very much out of place in my modern attire, but most not noticing me at all.  I had to move around a little so I could see to the center, with everyone being either my height or, more often, taller than I was.  Once I was able to see what was going on, I almost gasped, but I caught myself.

It was a funeral.

There was a casket, which was closed, and everyone was looking down, some at it, some away.  Some had tears, most didn’t.  They were lowering it into the ground.  And impossible not to notice, but there was a woman crying nearest to the casket, and she had to be the biggest human I had ever seen before, man or woman.

She was in all black, and she was probably six and a half feet tall, but it almost seemed like she was equally as wide.  I mean, I was no expert at telling people’s weight, but she couldn’t be less than six hundred pounds.  She was so wide, she was blocking four people behind her.  Four normal people, probably taller than I was.  And it also had to be said that her dress was desperately trying to hold in her immense breasts, but they were each peeking up over and spilling out.  Her mid section was so wide I didn’t think she would have even fit on the plane I was just on, and maybe not even in the vehicle I was riding to get up here.

And she seemed to be taking it the hardest.  Her dark hair did nothing to hide the makeup running down her cheek.  She certainly put in the effort to look good for the day, but her emotions were betraying her.

It was evident that this was the end of the ceremony.  As the casket lowered, the enormous woman was led away.  I was surprised there weren’t any tremors as she walked.  Just then, a hand patted me on the back.

I wheeled around and to my surprise, a familiar face greeted me.

“Agent Park-”

“Darren!” he said, giving me a stern and harsh look.

I instantly realized my mistake.  God I was an idiot.  Just being new wasn’t a good enough excuse, I really had to be more on the ball.

“Yeah!  Darren!” I retorted idiotically.

“Welcome to The Compound, TODD!” he emphasized, driving home how stupid I was.  Agent Parker was a veteran, a pro for years.  He was well respected in his field, and I had already disappointed him.  “Come with me so we can get some details from you.”

He led me away from the funeral, away from the rest of the people.  Part of me felt like a bad kid about to get in trouble with the principal, but I tried to remain professional.  I didn’t want to look like a dork in front of the best agent in the business.

Or at least like more of a dork.

He closed the door and looked around.  There were no windows in this room.  Actually, there was hardly anything in it.  Just a desk and some filing cabinets.  There were three chairs, though it was clear we would only need two.  He motioned for me to sit down, and he walked to the cabinet and rummaged for files.  I sat on a chair and scooched it in, placing my hands on the desk and pretending to know how to whistle.

After a long minute, he turned and sat across from me, leaning in close.  He beckoned with his eyes for me to come close as well.  He was so good, he didn’t have to say anything.  I knew exactly what he needed from me just by his look.  He could have told me my shoes were untied with just a quick glance, I was sure of it.

“We’re gonna get you some clothes, we’re gonna get you a job, and you’re gonna shut up and do it, okay?” he asked coldly.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“The leader is always watching.  I’ve proofed this room, but you never know, so you have to stay in character the whole way.  No fucking up names, got it?”

I couldn’t help but feel like he was being just a little harsh with me, but I nodded and he continued.

“His name is Alvin.  He was in the military and had close relations to Tim Tweed, a scientist involved in the production of Nukranium.  That scientist is supposedly coming here, I just don’t know when.”

“Interesting…”

“In the back of the compound, you’ll see a cave.  That’s where the digging is happening.  They are still pretty far off, but production is swiftening.”  He looked me up and down.  “I doubt we can get you in there, you’re not exactly built for manual labor, but we’ll likely land you a support role in the meantime.”

“What’s my next move?” I asked.

“You will simply work in whatever job you’re given, and you’ll have to get married,” he whispered.  “Once you and Sarah are married, you’ll be granted access to special lodging, which is connected to the Leader.  Once inside, you will bug and monitor his room.  With that intel, we can make our next play.”

“Got it…” I said.

“You look troubled… what’s on your mind?” he asked.

“That funeral… what was that about?”

He sighed.

“Look, I didn’t want to worry you, but I have a suspicion the Leader has found a… creative way… to stomp out the non-believers.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Just… just focus on the task at hand.  Try to mingle with everyone and seem normal.”

I nodded, and he motioned for me to leave.  I stood up and walked to the door, but before I could open it he turned to me.

“Close, but not too close.”

-

“That fat bitch crushed him,” I overheard someone in the pub say as I explored the impressive tavern.  The fact they had carved out such a nice looking place with such limited research really took me by surprise.  This place had everything; music, food, drinks, dancing.  If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought we were in some cozy European town, drinking mead and learning about… I don’t know… European stuff?

“Yeah but it was just an accident,” another guy said, trying to keep quiet, but under the influence of likely pretty strong alcohol.  “Could have happened to anybody.”

“Anybody that’s 600 pounds and counting…” the other said.

“Well yeah…” he laughed.  “But… can you imagine those big titties?”

“She could feed this whole village by herself,” the grouch joked.  “He must have been in heaven for those final two minutes.”

The two tapped their mugs.

“To Ericson,” they said in unison.

You know…  was never good at making friends.  Just as I was considering jumping into their conversation, They went and had this emotional moment that I felt would be disrespectful to interrupt.  But I was very curious.  What exactly happened!?  Why did I only feel like I was getting part of the story?  I felt like I kept bumping up against the situation, but I was never going to-

I ran into something, something big.  It was draped in brown cloth, and as soon as I hit it, it took me completely by surprise.  And it did not move.  It didn’t even budge.  I bounced off and collapsed onto my back.  I felt the air shoot out of my lungs, and I was instantly dizzy.  The music was still blaring, and I didn’t hear any commotion.  It was as if nobody noticed at all or something.

I looked up, still dizzy, and saw two gigantically fat thighs, each easily thicker than I was, and some white panties, all within the confines of brown cloth.  I must have been having a concussion.  Surely there was nobody this size.  This looked like the underside of the fattest woman I had ever seen.

“Helga, oh dear!” came a woman’s voice.

“Oh, no, is something the matter?” came a voice from above, muffled by the massive body above me.

“Helga, careful!”

And then I saw the body above me shift and move, and I felt my foot get crushed by something heavy.  Pain shot up my leg, and I cried out in silence as the air hadn’t gotten back to me.  Something was hurting, and bad.