《Godzilla: Legend Begins》Chapter 10
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Kanto and John pulled the boat onto the beach and further up it to make sure it didn't get pulled into the sea when the tides became higher. Jesse stood a few feet away, staring at the bushes and tree line. She looked back at the two men before walking over and reaching into the boat and grabbing her bags, the other two doing the same.
"Ready?" she asked the two.
"Yeah, let's go." Kanto answered and the three moved out and into the tree line.
Ifubuki stood in the middle of the room, watching the giant monitor as stats started to run across it. The director pulled out a faded, black and white picture from his pocket. In the photograph was two people, a man and a woman, both having soft smiles on their faces. The man was tall with short, black hair and he wore a button up shirt. The woman had flowing black hair that reached her shoulders and she wore a blouse.
"Sir?" A voice called from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his supervisor, Seto Yami, standing there. He was a young man in his mid-twenties and his hair was black and reached down to his chin.
"Do you know who they are?" asked Ifubuki as he showed the picture to Seto.
"No sir."
"They are my parents. They are Hideto Ogata and Emiko Yamane-Ogata. They were present in the first Godzilla's attack along with my grandfather."
"Did they ever give details on how they defeated the first Godzilla?"
"Yes. Their friend, Dr. Daisuke Serizawa, created a weapon, The Oxygen Destroyer. It got rid of all the oxygen in a section of water, suffocating all life within that section. He used it against Godzilla that day, resulting in its death."
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"How come we never created another to counter the Kaiju that appeared through the years?"
"Dr. Serizawa killed himself with Godzilla, taking his secrets and work with him to the grave."
"Why did he do that? Surely, he knew that other kaiju will appear!"
"He knew that, most likely, there would be an arms race for countries to build their own destroyers. He did not want that to happen as he knew that, as the Nuclear bomb created Godzilla, a new kaiju could just as easily be created with the use of the device.."
"Sir."
The two men looked over and saw a man at a monitor, head said on his head with the mic up.
"The ship just contacted me. It seems that the boat that held Miss Hudson and the others changed course and headed to an unknown island."
"That's odd..." murmured Seto. "Why would they do that?"
"Orders?" asked the man from his monitor.
"Standby. We will see what they will find on that island." The director ordered.
"Is that a good idea sir?"
"They'll find something. I don't know what, but they will."
Jesse, Kanto and John walked through the dense forest for about two to three hours without a break. Jesse never once complained during the duration of the walk, neither did Kanto. None of them talked at all during this time and just enjoyed the silence.
"This is a waste of time.'" John huffed.
"We've only been walking for three hours John. The island is rather big, so it will take some time for us to even find a hint of something."
"And if we don't find anything?"
"Just be patient. We'll find something."
"Tch."
A large shape stood in the middle of decaying submarines, holding a most recent submarine in its claws. Its dorsal plates lit up in a soft orange glow. Red eyes slowly opened as the glow slowly fade out.
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Godzilla dropped the submarine on the ocean floor before looking for the other recent ones. This scrapyard seemed to be loaded with submarines and it seemed that every two weeks, a new submarine would be dumped here that was still full of nuclear radiation.
His eyes slowly turned towards the general direction of the island. He knew that he had to get back to his herd soon. With a powerful blow of his tail, he was propelled up and began to swim towards the island.
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