Suddenly three metallic orbs the size of houses flew down from the sky, their surfaces shimmering from holographic camouflage to reveal their true yellow and black colours. Surrounding the five Wendigos and their newest pack members. Laser targets pinned each person on the ruined beach and crash site while a speaker phone broadcasted from the lead ship, the sounds of stereo crackle filling the air before a voice chimed in.
"When that happens Advanced Idea Mechanics will fly by and steal you up before SHIELD shows up."
With the snide remark all three ships shot the group up with tranquilizer darts, each one pricking into the wendigo’s necks and making them too weak to stand. The ones that were still human dropped immediately while Al and Monica put up more of a fight… Until they got shot repeatedly. "You think this can stop… (thwip) I’m going to tear… (thwip, thwip) Shtopp buzzin around you’er fat bee you… (thwip, thwip thwip) Nap time…"
With over a dozen darts sticking out of their neck and shoulder the two large Wendigos began to act woozy and fall face down onto the dirt and ash. When the group became quite and inactive the three massive orbs landed and opened up, allowing the occupants to step out. Casually walking down the extended metal walkway leading out of the primary ship the many yellow hazmat clad AIM gave room for their leader the Scientist Supreme to step out.
"The SHIELD agents and Wendigos are apprehended master, we can have them brought aboard before the Heli-carrier even knows what has happened, are you impressed?"
"Congratulations number 42, you shot down four grizzly animals and a dozen people around them… A drunken hillbilly with a shotgun could have done the same thing." Snapping his fingers and gesturing to his men to work the Scientist Supreme turned back to the lone minion standing behind him with a scoffed look. "If you TRULY wish to ‘impress me’ break the secrets to the cause of the Wendigo transformation and how to weaponize it, perhaps then you will get the pat on the head you so desperately want."
"Dick head…"
Either ignoring or oblivious to the quiet insult the Scientist Supreme watched as his men dragged the four massive monsters on board the two flying machines, the rest were dragged onto the third where (to the surprise of the AIM agents) they were still transforming slowly despite being drugged and unconscious. Wringing his hands with satisfaction and withheld glee the AIM leader returned to his vessel, looking to the crash site with non-interest. "Those morons at SHIELD will probably blame this on a Hydra attack, or that pompous windbag at Latvaria… Maybe even faulty wiring!"
"And all the while we claim what we want and no one is the wiser."
"Yes 37 you make an excellent boast, most excellent indeed." Patting the nameless AIM minion on the head while 42 watched on shaking his head with confusion the Scientist Supreme sat at his command chair. "I can just see the profit potential now, the ability to turn you’re less promising soldier into a vicious killing machine at the drop of a hat, there are some unsavory nations and a few dimwits with heavy pocketbooks who would love that."
With the ramps to their ships folding back and ceiling shut the three massive flying ships shimmered out of sight and flew off towards their headquarters. Heading in the same direction the SHIELD shuttle had been flying.