by Grimm
A small cargo plane flew above Uruguayan airspace. The pilot turned to his co-pilot and said, "We're almost there. Better go tell the others."
"Right," the co-pilot answered before getting up to inform the people riding in the back of the plane.
Three men sat in the back of the plane holding automatic rifles upon a large humanoid bundle that was wrapped up in sackcloth.
"Gentlemen, get ready to drop!" exulted the co-pilot as he entered the back of the plane. The first of the three men got up and opened the cargo door, as the other two began rolling the figure out toward the open space.
The figure rolled out of the plane and swiftly dropped away from it. The sackcloth, not tied very well, soon pulled away from the falling figure.
A few moments later:
Danny Hearn, Tobias Christopher, Pete Glover, Naecken, and Turkish Stringfellow were seated around a small table speaking with Patrick Keith Richards III about the situation they had been called upon to help with.
"Which brings us to the matter at hand."
Before he could continue, Turkish turned toward Naecken and said, "Naecken, you may wish to move."
"What for?" he replied, moments before a large figure crashed through the ceiling and landed on top of him, driving him into the floor.
"Dammit!" Richards yelled. "Are people falling from the sky today?"
"Apparently so," muttered the Frank N. Furter-like secretary.
The others got up to examine the figure that had landed on Naecken. He was a large man, muscular, wearing a black leather jacket, torn jeans, and boots. He was wearing iron gauntlets, had a large axe strapped to his back, and seemed to have a skull for a face. He was also not moving.
Danny wandered over. "Uh, Naecken, are you okay?"
"Why, yes, Daniel," came a slightly muffled reply. "In fact, I'm having a lovely conversation with an earthworm!"