[Jacob]

*Setting: The S.W.A.T members walked on the rubble, their rifles pointed at the ground at all times and their goggles set to infra-red. Small red-beams of light shone out of the bottom of their weapons. They were the Agency's personal team of highly trained troopers. The rubble was that of the Shadowcrawlers warehouse and it was nothing more than burnt bricks and steel. The leader of the S.W.A.T team was stood on a small mound of rubble, he was looking at the burnt corpse of a Shadowcrawler and speaking into a small radio attached to his shoulder...*

Leader: "There's nothing here. Just rubble and one body. Looks like they knew we were onto them and destroyed any evidence...over."

***

Kowloon: "Ok, bring the body in and pull out. Over."

He drummed his fingers on his desk and groaned, placing the radio on the side. Standing, he then wandered over to the door and opened it, stepping outside he then walked down the corridor to the can machine and searched his pockets for loose change.

Voice: "Sir, you better come and see this..."

He turned his head, it was one of the medical staff. This, obviously, caused him concern and he followed the pale green Saurian through the corridors, eventually coming to the Cafeteria were everything was silent apart from the Tv, which was turned up to as loud as it could go. All the off duty Agents and recruits were sat there eating and watching the Tv in utter stillness. On the screen were two Mudokons sat behind a desk, one was male and one was female. They were talking about some 'horrific occurance' and under them was a small box stating;

'Hitting Headlines: Vykkers Airship being evacuated under suspicious circumstances.'

Kowloon breathed in deeply and stepped further inside the Cafeteria.

Male Mudokon: "Yes, thats correct. I believe one of our correspondants is there now. Marcks, Marcks...are you there?"

The screen flicked to a male Mudokon stood in a beige coat. Behind him was the Airship. He had his left hand on his left ear and was holding a microphone in his right.

Mudokon reporter: "Hi Cael. Hi Julez."

Female Mudokon: "Yes, hi Marcks. Could you tell our viewers when the evacuation began to happen? Are we talking about minutes? Hours? What?"

Mudokon reporter: "No. We dont know exactly when this began to occur but random sources say that the evacuation process was well within way at around 19:29 hours...."

Male Mudokon: "And do we know whats caused the Vykkers to evacuate their craft in such a manner?"

Mudokon reporter: "No, not as of yet. We're pressuming that there has been some kind of outbreak, however, that cannot be confirmed at this moment in time..."

Male Mudokon: "Would you say that this would affect the stockmarket? And if so, should our viewers be selling now...?"

The Mudokon nodded and turned briefly to look at the Airship.

Mudokon reporter: "I dont think it will, Vykkers Laboratories, Fine Foods division and such like have many Air and Watercraft. So i find it doubtful that one Airship crashing would cause such an affect..."

Female Mudokon: "Well, thats good. Could you tell us how much the Vykkers and Glukkons will be losing if there was a crash of some kind?"

Mudokon reporter: "Well, we estimate that the Vykkers and Glukkons alike would lose around $9.9,000,000,000,000!! Which, when converted, is..."

*Explosion*
The Mudokon turned around sharply, a small portion of the bottom half of the Airship had just exploded, flames were belching out of the hole that had been created and debris was floating down in a coat of flames. The screen flickered and there was a roar of commotion, then black. The image flicked back to the male and female Mudokons in the studio whom obviously looked abit shocked.

Male Mudokon: "I'm sorry about that, we seem to have a small technical hitch. We'll try and get the link back before the end of the show..."

Female Mudokon: "Yes, anyway, on a more lighter note. The Cartel has doubled their intake of Worryfish in the past three mo..."

The Tv was switched over to a different side.

Slig reporter: "The Airship seems to be speeding up, slightly, we're predicting that it will be reaching land in around 20 minutes..."

Kowloon turned back and exited the Cafeteria snarling. He knew he would get calls in now from competing races and companies wanting remains of the Airship and infomation it carried and doing so would take alot of (wo)manpower...

(OOC: Fics all ova the place!!)