Post by Alexander V. Terada on Mar 23, 2016 17:37:58 GMT -5
The wide metal doors are opened by two soldiers, who after clearing the path for their commander take station either side of the threshold. In walks the four star general. He's old, near retirement age, but has a grisly, tough look about him. The general is an old friend of our protagonist, a former navy seal, who stands to greet him.
"Been a long time, I see retirement's suited you well."
As the general extends a hand his friend clasps it warmly with both hands. In response to the officer's comment the middle aged man, still in his civilian clothing glances briefly down at himself. He'd not been on active duty for almost three years now, but had none the less managed to stay in shape. Like the general, he has the look of someone who has seen his share of conflict and has a pretty rough look to him.
"Well I can't say I've just been sitting on my hands all this time."
"So I've heard. It's a pretty small craft you take out there on those seas. I never thought I would have seen it, old popeye, a fisherman. You ever thought of getting your feet back on dry land?"
"Never..."
He says with a smile.
"Heh, well I'm sorry to bring you out of retirement for this one."
"Must be important."
"Indeed, fact is, we bought you in because you'd know the target for this mission better than anyone else..."
The old general gets no further before a young woman in glasses and a lab coat comes walking nervously into the room with a large attache case.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. It took forever to get this through security, I mean I told them this was for the general..."
"It's okay..."
She frets for a little longer, but it doesn't take long to have her calm again.
"Might I introduce, Mrs Oyl, our current head of applied sciences"
"Ah..."
Clumsily switching the case to her other hand, she extends a hand to the retired navy seal, who instead of taking it eyes what she's carrying.
"What's this?"
"Something we want you to take on this mission..."
The general takes the attache case and places it on the table, clicking open its fastening.
"Pentagon doesn't want to be taking any chances with this one, so they've sent something extra to give you a bit of an edge..."
As the case is opened there's revealed inside six roughly mug sized canisters, glass and metal, with some sort of dark green substance inside.
"What is it? Some sort of drug enhancement?"
"Something like that..."
"Look, I'm glad to come out of retirement on this one, but since when did the pentagon start shooting us up on roids..."
"There's no need for concern, these aren't steroids, they're not going to leave your 'Major General' the size of a peanut, or pickle your brain in adrenaline. This is something new, and as far as lab and field tests go, there's no ill side effects..."
"Well what does it do?"
"It's a strength and performance enhancer."
"With no side effects? How come it hasn't made it out to general usage?"
"Well as it happens the effects only last for approximately ten minutes, plus you have to down the whole can to get the effects, that and the fact that the contents of this case cost more than half the cost of this air carrier to make, you can see why they've only kept it for special missions."
The retired navy marine, having picked up a canister to give it a look over, now carefully replaces the glass jar back into the case.
"What do you call this stuff?"
"The lab technicians have been referring to it as 'Specifically Processed Ingestible Nano-tech Adaptors for Cortical Heightenment"
Having heard this, our protagonist gives the General a confused and put off look, but then, looking to one side, figuring it out...
"S.P.I.N.A.C.H, seriously?"
"Afraid so.."
"But hey, it might look gross, but one canister of that'll have you fit as a fiddle."
The former navy seal gives the woman a look.
"Sorry..."
He carries on.
"So what's the mission?"
"Bluto."
"What?"
"Yeah. He's back and lately been running gun and drug operations out of cuba."
"That's impossible, I put a bullet between his eyes myself."
"Yeah, I know, I was there, but here he is."
The general produces a file and opens it on the desk, showing pictures of another tough looking man, this one with scars and an eyepatch.
"So that's the mission, to take him out again?"
"Not quite, if the mission were that simple we wouldn't have brought you out of retirement. No, I'm afraid the stakes are higher than that. We've heard that somehow, Bluto has gotten his hands on a nuclear warhead, and is planning to sell it to some less than savoury characters from the middle east. Fact is, we need you on this one. Nobody else knows this guy better than you do..."
~ And that's my random thing of the day. Of course, I think it'd be a terrible film, but the sort I could imagine being made. From the producers of Transformers and Battleship...
Added: Also, it didn't strike me until I was writing it, but the whole 'nerdy science girl' surrounded by tough military veteran stereotype cliche scene... really quite sexist, I mean it's basically here's some Manly Men and a woman in the midst of it and her function in the scene is to be told to shut up... Then again, if it was a nerdy guy in the middle of it all...~
"Been a long time, I see retirement's suited you well."
As the general extends a hand his friend clasps it warmly with both hands. In response to the officer's comment the middle aged man, still in his civilian clothing glances briefly down at himself. He'd not been on active duty for almost three years now, but had none the less managed to stay in shape. Like the general, he has the look of someone who has seen his share of conflict and has a pretty rough look to him.
"Well I can't say I've just been sitting on my hands all this time."
"So I've heard. It's a pretty small craft you take out there on those seas. I never thought I would have seen it, old popeye, a fisherman. You ever thought of getting your feet back on dry land?"
"Never..."
He says with a smile.
"Heh, well I'm sorry to bring you out of retirement for this one."
"Must be important."
"Indeed, fact is, we bought you in because you'd know the target for this mission better than anyone else..."
The old general gets no further before a young woman in glasses and a lab coat comes walking nervously into the room with a large attache case.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. It took forever to get this through security, I mean I told them this was for the general..."
"It's okay..."
She frets for a little longer, but it doesn't take long to have her calm again.
"Might I introduce, Mrs Oyl, our current head of applied sciences"
"Ah..."
Clumsily switching the case to her other hand, she extends a hand to the retired navy seal, who instead of taking it eyes what she's carrying.
"What's this?"
"Something we want you to take on this mission..."
The general takes the attache case and places it on the table, clicking open its fastening.
"Pentagon doesn't want to be taking any chances with this one, so they've sent something extra to give you a bit of an edge..."
As the case is opened there's revealed inside six roughly mug sized canisters, glass and metal, with some sort of dark green substance inside.
"What is it? Some sort of drug enhancement?"
"Something like that..."
"Look, I'm glad to come out of retirement on this one, but since when did the pentagon start shooting us up on roids..."
"There's no need for concern, these aren't steroids, they're not going to leave your 'Major General' the size of a peanut, or pickle your brain in adrenaline. This is something new, and as far as lab and field tests go, there's no ill side effects..."
"Well what does it do?"
"It's a strength and performance enhancer."
"With no side effects? How come it hasn't made it out to general usage?"
"Well as it happens the effects only last for approximately ten minutes, plus you have to down the whole can to get the effects, that and the fact that the contents of this case cost more than half the cost of this air carrier to make, you can see why they've only kept it for special missions."
The retired navy marine, having picked up a canister to give it a look over, now carefully replaces the glass jar back into the case.
"What do you call this stuff?"
"The lab technicians have been referring to it as 'Specifically Processed Ingestible Nano-tech Adaptors for Cortical Heightenment"
Having heard this, our protagonist gives the General a confused and put off look, but then, looking to one side, figuring it out...
"S.P.I.N.A.C.H, seriously?"
"Afraid so.."
"But hey, it might look gross, but one canister of that'll have you fit as a fiddle."
The former navy seal gives the woman a look.
"Sorry..."
He carries on.
"So what's the mission?"
"Bluto."
"What?"
"Yeah. He's back and lately been running gun and drug operations out of cuba."
"That's impossible, I put a bullet between his eyes myself."
"Yeah, I know, I was there, but here he is."
The general produces a file and opens it on the desk, showing pictures of another tough looking man, this one with scars and an eyepatch.
"So that's the mission, to take him out again?"
"Not quite, if the mission were that simple we wouldn't have brought you out of retirement. No, I'm afraid the stakes are higher than that. We've heard that somehow, Bluto has gotten his hands on a nuclear warhead, and is planning to sell it to some less than savoury characters from the middle east. Fact is, we need you on this one. Nobody else knows this guy better than you do..."
~ And that's my random thing of the day. Of course, I think it'd be a terrible film, but the sort I could imagine being made. From the producers of Transformers and Battleship...
Added: Also, it didn't strike me until I was writing it, but the whole 'nerdy science girl' surrounded by tough military veteran stereotype cliche scene... really quite sexist, I mean it's basically here's some Manly Men and a woman in the midst of it and her function in the scene is to be told to shut up... Then again, if it was a nerdy guy in the middle of it all...~
