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Reggie vs. Kaiju Storm Dragon Squidbat

A menace from generations past threatens to attract the attention of a new kaiju with unprecedented catastrophic power… unless Reggie and Ben can team up with a celebrity psychic and two mysterious, improbable harbingers at the literal middle of nowhere to save the day, their sanity, and the world!

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Live or die, is this their last mission?

Fans of old-school gonzo kaiju flicks (and a certain cosmic horror author from the 1930s…) will enjoy this globe-hopping giant monster adventure!

A menace from generations past and an all-too modern antagonist threaten to attract the attention of a new kaiju with unprecedented catastrophic power… unless Reggie and Ben can team up with a celebrity psychic and two mysterious, improbable harbingers at the literal middle of nowhere to save the day, their sanity, and the world!

No matter what Reggie and Ben do, nothing will ever be the same…

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Reggie vs. Kaiju Storm Dragon Squidbat

Reggie Samson exhaled and smiled as he and Ben Calhoon passed the automatic sliding doors of the branch office of the Kaiju Collaborative Response and Defense Agency. Reggie sent a wave and a smile to Nick at reception as they walked across the foyer toward the elevator.

“Is it weird that I’ve been looking forward to coming back to the ol’ bunker after all that time in the great outdoors, Ben?”

“I don’t know.” Ben slapped as much as tapped the call button for the elevator car. “I guess I don’t need to see another giant redwood for a while, or dodge any more bullets. Or lightning bolts.” He managed a wan grin. “Ever. But I think I’m more excited to finally go home and to bed.”

The elevator chimed. Reggie glanced at his friend as the doors opened and they boarded.

“I’m tired,” he said, “but you look a little green. Are you feeling okay?”

Ben closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t sleep that well on the plane.”

“Or in the car,” Reggie said. “You were talking in your sleep.”

Ben seemed more curious than embarrassed. “I was? What did I say?”

“Y’know. Sleepy stuff. Nonsense words.”

“Huh.”

The elevator stopped with a little lurch and the doors opened onto their floor, six levels below the parking lot.

Ben clasped his partner’s shoulder as they disembarked. “Get out of here as soon as you can, buddy.”

“That’s the plan.”

“I’ll check in with you tomorrow before our formal debriefing. Seriously, man, get some rest.”

Ben was already walking toward his office. He raised his hand. “I really want to. I will.”

Reggie was nearly to his own office when Fred Harris popped his head into the hall.

“Reggie! Heard you and Ben got back from British Columbia in one piece. How’s the big ape?”

Reggie grinned, but it felt loose on his face. He was pretty knockered, too. “Well, Fred, you know. He was pissed off.”

Fred’s own smile mellowed as he nodded. “I bet. You guys all right? I hear you had human problem, too.”

Reggie nodded. “Straight up eco-terrorists.”

“Jesus…”

“Most of ’em managed to get themselves killed.” Reggie rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’ll take King Shango — or just about any kaiju storm — over nutjobs any day of the week. But… sure, we’re all right.” He thought about Ben and frowned. “Tired. Just dropped by to catch up a little, then I’m sleeping until…”

“‘Til it’s time to come back.”

They laughed.

“That,” Reggie agreed. “Anything on your desk?”

“Trash!”

Reggie peeked past him to get a look inside Fred’s office. “Seems neat enough in there to me.”

Fred snickered. “This trash is in the ocean. Ever hear of the garbage gyres?”

Reggie thought about it for a second. “Floating trash the ocean currents gather up, and stuff.”

“Close enough. Turns out they’re breaking up. Flowing out of the North Atlantic and North Pacific and heading south. And, well… fast.”

Reggie frowned. “Currents don’t work that way.”

Fred touched his index finger to his nose. “That’s why it’s on my desk!”

It was weird, but it was also pretty much just another day at the office. “Crazy! Well, I guess if it’s anything, we’ll all know about it soon enough.”

“That’s how that works.” Fred saluted casually. “Glad you guys are home safe. I’ll let you get to your whatever.”

“Talk to ya!”

Reggie got to his office and dropped into the chair behind his desk. His desk was piled with as much mail, reports, and other junk as he’d expected after being gone for over a week.

Not long after his first field assignment demonstrated getting beat up and tossed around was the essence of the gig, he’d made sure his desk chair was the best available. It was damn comfortable. Maybe the mail could wait. Maybe he could just close his eyes for fifteen minutes; turn on the massagers built into the thick, padded back, take a little catnap…

He managed to study the inside of his forehead for maybe thirty seconds before a too-recent memory of King Shango popped up: two sloping, ram-horned simian heads looming above the redwoods, framed in a nimbus of lightning, sparks arcing from incisors as long as a man is tall…

“Ooooookay.” Reggie opened his eyes and leaned forward, both palms on his desk. “Maybe not.”

PKST–Post Kaiju Storm Trauma–was an occupational hazard.

Humanity had dealt with the improbably huge, mysterious, natural-law-defying creatures since the late 19th Century, and society had adapted by necessity. The human mind had a harder time of it, especially after a proximity event.

The assignment hadn’t been as bad as, say, Dana Cove, for Reggie — he was back at the office, not waking up in a hospital bed — but he still knew to be extra nice to himself for a few days. His psyche would level off.

Ben, who was one of the Touched (technically so was Reggie, but that was… different), would probably recover faster, especially once the guy got some rest.

For Reggie, though, for now, it was probably a good thing he had the pile on his desk to distract him for a little while.

He dug in.

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