We Need a New Plan

The members of the Secret Club looked around in awe as they followed Montana Ford into S.M.U.T. Headquarters.

"Uh... sir?" one of the S.M.U.T. guards turned to Director Groan as they weren't sure whether to let these ordinary looking women in or not.

"It's fine, this is an emergency," Groan nodded, "We need all hands on deck."

"Director Groan," Montana nodded, "See you're still shit at your job."

"See you still have that big attitude of yours," Groan grumbled, "Don't you have some tombs to raid or some lost arks to find?"

"Let's not waste any more time, Bigfoot is loose in your sector. I know he isn't here for the leyline, he isn't lacking any Cryptid Energy," Montana spoke.

Director Groan sighed, knowing that Montana was right. He was going to need all the help he needed to stop this one.

Agent Busty and her two Cryptid comrades wobbled their way to the meeting room, still incredibly sore from their last "combat" with the legendary Bigfoot.

"Everyone, I'm bringing in a few... outside experts..." Director Groan said hesitantly, looking specifically at the young women of the Secret Club, "Be nice to them, they might be what we need to deal with this sonuvabitch."

The operators, commanders, and officers in the room nodded as they stood around a table projecting the hologram of the Pleaseville greater area.

"Our target is one of the most powerful Cryptids known to mankind. The last time we interacted with him, an entire company of operators was taken down by him. The men were knocked out, and the women fucked senseless," Director Groan began, "Why he's here I've got no fuckin' clue, but it can't be a good one."

Groan pointed to an area a fifty miles away from Pleaseville, "This was a large Wamish settlement that was last hit by Bigfoot before our task force ran into him. Right now we have Civilian Containment Services over there rehabilitating an entire society of traumatized Wamish people. This fucker is a force of nature."

Director Groan turned to Montana, "Miss Ford, do you have any leads as to what his M.O. is?"

Montana's expression darkened as she shared her theory, "My greatest worry, is that Bigfoot may have made some sort of deal with the Monster King. If that's the case, he's here to clear a path so the Monster King can come and absorb the Pleaseville Leyline's energy uninterrupted."

"Shit..." one of the officers blurted out. The entire room was seized by what Montana had said. This just became a potentially apocalyptic-level threat.

"I know you Director Groan," Montana turned to him, "You have a contingency for everything. What's the plan for Bigfoot?"