Post by Bumblebee on Aug 15, 2012 0:05:01 GMT -5
Washington D.C, 8:24 PM
I – 780, 9:09 PM
Titans Tower - San Francisco, 10:01PM
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Secretary of Defense Ronald Higgins studied the files before him, his brow raised in a concentrated manner as he followed the data before him very carefully. What he held in his hands were one of the many files that contained data of America's new biggest weapon of mass destruction. He held in his hand, imprints on what could bring about a new apocalypse, a new doomsday. His eyes skimmed over the document, and then finally, he raised his head to make eye contact with the three other participants in the room.
“Gentlemen."
He began, fixating his tie upon his neck. He drew some breath, making himself appear very important. Not that he already wasn't.
“As you all know, I am in charge of the protection and security of the American people. I understand the danger of this new super weapon, so therefore, I ask. What exactly is keeping this new product out of undesirable hands?"
Higgins asked, staring seriously at each and every person. Part of him was attempting to “syke" them out. To intimidate them, but evidently, he was dealing with people who knew exactly what they were doing. He sensed confidence in their very postures, telling him that in this game, he was looked down upon as the amateur.
“Mr. Higgins."
One man began, he was the leader of this whole operation, the creator of this super weapon. He pushed his glasses upwards, his eyes revealing his Asian descent. Higgins assumed he was Japanese, the Japs were always creating something new and powerful in the electronic field.
“We've already considered the safety of the American People, and we have already assured that they will remain unaware of this new weapon. In fact, no one knows about this weapon except the cipants in this room."
Higgins raised a brow, watching the man sit back, his partner leaning forward, most likely ready to make is statement.
“The device itself has been broken up into seven different parts. Meaning, when all the pieces are not together, they are completely useless. All seven pieces are separated throughout the country, all having been manufactured at one of our many different labs. All seven pieces, we plan to transport here, after the work on them is done. Once that has been finalized, we will ship each chip off, to Wyoming, on separate times and days, where it will be stored and locked away in the Underground Military Base located in Yellowstone Park."
There was silence after the man spoke and the trio all looked upon Higgins, waiting for his response on this. Ronald heaved in a bit, looking over the documents once again. Obviously these men had really thought things over. Not that he had doubted them, but he was hoping he would be able to make a big fuss about it. It made him feel “high and mighty"by just making a big scene over nothing. It sort of came with the job.
He gently put the document down onto the table and slid it over to the three men, his stone face staying stern and serious as her managed to keep his own powerful stance on this playing field.
“Is it possible, for me to see this... new super weapon?"
Ronald Higgins asked, folding his hands onto the desk and looking at the three. Each man seemed to exchange a reluctant glance with one another until finally, the head of the project pulled a small silver briefcase from the floor and onto the table. He worked on something at the front of the briefcase, no doubt unlocking it with a special combination. After that had been done, a hiss escaped from the opening briefcase, as well as a cloud of clear smoke. Apparently, the object was being chilled.
“This is the first finished piece of the super weapon that we have."
The first man spoke, turning the briefcase around. Higgins watched as a small red chip was given leverage by to side bars and held out before him. The chip was larger than the average chip, possibly as big as his own hand. It was encased in glass case, obviously protecting the contents within. He stared in wonder and awe, transfixed on the small piece, wondering how something like this could be part of some super weapon.
“And you say there are six more of these in production?"
Higgins asked, his eyes still locked onto the chip.
“Yes Sir. And remember, without all seven each chip is completely useless. Completely, harmless."
Higgins nodded at the reminder, and looked back at the chip, slightly intimidated by it. Even though it was completely harmless, it still held a dangerous secret, or part of it.
“This is being shipped out tonight?"
He asked, waving the briefcase away. The first man nodded, and took hold of the case and shut it tight, making sure to lock it away.
“In 10 minutes to be exact. It will leave the premises at exactly 9 pm."
The third man finally spoke, obviously the one in charge of the transport of this device.
“Mode of transportation?"
“An unmarked, armor clad van."
“Driver?"
“A paid driver, who has no idea what exactly he is transporting."
“Police escort?"
“Not required, no one knows of this device, and the van shouldn't come off as suspicious."
“Very good."
Higgins finished, rising from his seat. As he did so, the three other men followed suit.
“Gentlemen, it was a pleasure working with you today. Now, let's get this chip out of here."
The group nodded, and the four left the room, prepared to leave the chip to go on its way.
Silence cascaded within the small dark room, as the door clicked shut, a small spider like device suddenly fell from the wall, and onto the center of the table. Its dark metallic surface shone slightly as a beam of light hit it, revealing the small red snake like insignia on its back. Its design looked alien like or something not from this world. Turning around on the table, it began to completely disintegrate, as if being eaten from the inside out.
When that was done, there was absolutely nothing left of the small robotic creature.
Thousands of miles away, a crudely shaped pair of lips formed into sinister smile that revealed fang like canines. [/style]
“Gentlemen."
He began, fixating his tie upon his neck. He drew some breath, making himself appear very important. Not that he already wasn't.
“As you all know, I am in charge of the protection and security of the American people. I understand the danger of this new super weapon, so therefore, I ask. What exactly is keeping this new product out of undesirable hands?"
Higgins asked, staring seriously at each and every person. Part of him was attempting to “syke" them out. To intimidate them, but evidently, he was dealing with people who knew exactly what they were doing. He sensed confidence in their very postures, telling him that in this game, he was looked down upon as the amateur.
“Mr. Higgins."
One man began, he was the leader of this whole operation, the creator of this super weapon. He pushed his glasses upwards, his eyes revealing his Asian descent. Higgins assumed he was Japanese, the Japs were always creating something new and powerful in the electronic field.
“We've already considered the safety of the American People, and we have already assured that they will remain unaware of this new weapon. In fact, no one knows about this weapon except the cipants in this room."
Higgins raised a brow, watching the man sit back, his partner leaning forward, most likely ready to make is statement.
“The device itself has been broken up into seven different parts. Meaning, when all the pieces are not together, they are completely useless. All seven pieces are separated throughout the country, all having been manufactured at one of our many different labs. All seven pieces, we plan to transport here, after the work on them is done. Once that has been finalized, we will ship each chip off, to Wyoming, on separate times and days, where it will be stored and locked away in the Underground Military Base located in Yellowstone Park."
There was silence after the man spoke and the trio all looked upon Higgins, waiting for his response on this. Ronald heaved in a bit, looking over the documents once again. Obviously these men had really thought things over. Not that he had doubted them, but he was hoping he would be able to make a big fuss about it. It made him feel “high and mighty"by just making a big scene over nothing. It sort of came with the job.
He gently put the document down onto the table and slid it over to the three men, his stone face staying stern and serious as her managed to keep his own powerful stance on this playing field.
“Is it possible, for me to see this... new super weapon?"
Ronald Higgins asked, folding his hands onto the desk and looking at the three. Each man seemed to exchange a reluctant glance with one another until finally, the head of the project pulled a small silver briefcase from the floor and onto the table. He worked on something at the front of the briefcase, no doubt unlocking it with a special combination. After that had been done, a hiss escaped from the opening briefcase, as well as a cloud of clear smoke. Apparently, the object was being chilled.
“This is the first finished piece of the super weapon that we have."
The first man spoke, turning the briefcase around. Higgins watched as a small red chip was given leverage by to side bars and held out before him. The chip was larger than the average chip, possibly as big as his own hand. It was encased in glass case, obviously protecting the contents within. He stared in wonder and awe, transfixed on the small piece, wondering how something like this could be part of some super weapon.
“And you say there are six more of these in production?"
Higgins asked, his eyes still locked onto the chip.
“Yes Sir. And remember, without all seven each chip is completely useless. Completely, harmless."
Higgins nodded at the reminder, and looked back at the chip, slightly intimidated by it. Even though it was completely harmless, it still held a dangerous secret, or part of it.
“This is being shipped out tonight?"
He asked, waving the briefcase away. The first man nodded, and took hold of the case and shut it tight, making sure to lock it away.
“In 10 minutes to be exact. It will leave the premises at exactly 9 pm."
The third man finally spoke, obviously the one in charge of the transport of this device.
“Mode of transportation?"
“An unmarked, armor clad van."
“Driver?"
“A paid driver, who has no idea what exactly he is transporting."
“Police escort?"
“Not required, no one knows of this device, and the van shouldn't come off as suspicious."
“Very good."
Higgins finished, rising from his seat. As he did so, the three other men followed suit.
“Gentlemen, it was a pleasure working with you today. Now, let's get this chip out of here."
The group nodded, and the four left the room, prepared to leave the chip to go on its way.
Silence cascaded within the small dark room, as the door clicked shut, a small spider like device suddenly fell from the wall, and onto the center of the table. Its dark metallic surface shone slightly as a beam of light hit it, revealing the small red snake like insignia on its back. Its design looked alien like or something not from this world. Turning around on the table, it began to completely disintegrate, as if being eaten from the inside out.
When that was done, there was absolutely nothing left of the small robotic creature.
Thousands of miles away, a crudely shaped pair of lips formed into sinister smile that revealed fang like canines. [/style]
I – 780, 9:09 PM
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Max was a don't care, won't ask person. Hence why he was perfect for this job. He drove trucks on the side, needing the money to barely get through college, and pay for other expenses. He didn't care what the job was, he just really needed the pay. So when the hicks from Washington made a call, and proposed a hefty price, Max was the first to volunteer. Giving up a night of studying to make big bucks.
Normally, he'd be curious enough to ask, but he was in the process of studying as well as trying to not fall asleep on the job. The only thing that he hated about this job was that it was late at night. Bastard hicks, always wanting to do things when everyone else was asleep.
He was told he wasn't allowed to stop, unless absolutely necessary, and that he could not communicate with anyone. That wasn't a problem, the only time he stopped was for a piss and a few other things. Communication, hell after watching all those horror movies about off road travelers, Max was sure to not talk to anybody! Not even the nice looking old granny.
Now on the I – 182 and heading out of Washing, Max began to fidget slightly, his grip on the wheel tightening as he pursed his lips. There was one problem.
He needed to take a real bad piss.
“s&%t... I shouldn't have chugged down all those red bulls."
He muttered to himself as he began to merge into the left lane, ready to speed straight through the highway and to the closest rest stop. Still fidgeting, he found the urge to excrete his liquidating waste even harder to hold back. Whimpering slightly, he accelerated, moving faster now.
The armored van was now moving faster, possibly going over 60 mph as Max continued to depress the accelerator. Biting his lip, he watched as the car before him merged on to his right, obviously not wanting to get in the way of the armor van. Max was grateful for this. More room for him to move in.
Something told him that he should slow down, but nature was calling, and he wasn't about to ignore its call.
Max probably should have listened to himself.
The road before him was clear, but then in a matter of seconds, a few feet away, light blue energy seemed to collect over one area, creating a blinding light in the section. Seconds later, two figures stood at the front of the lane – completely appearing out of nowhere. One was a tall, lithe woman who sported a pixie hair cute and a blue revealing uniform. The other was a mammoth of a man, his appearance almost caveman like with flowing orange hair and his large fists gnashing against one another.
No one seemed to stop completely forthem, for they were going too fast to actually take a peek. However, for the oncoming cars that were in the same lane, they were forced to abruptly slam on their brakes and careen out of the way.
The figures were unfazed by the oncoming high speed vehicles began to move forward. As an oncoming car tried to swerve out of the way, the titan of a man took hold of its bumper and cleanly lifted it off the ground and tossed it into the opposite lane, causing other cars to crash right into it.
The car behind it swerved out of the lane in a frantic manner, leaving a perfect oncoming view of the armored van. This time the young woman stepped forward, her head cocked slightly as stepped pat the giant man’s arm and pointed to the van. Focusing his view, the Mammoth like man began to run forward and suddenly leaped into the air, and landed directly onto the windshield of the van.
“WHAT THE f&@k?!"
Max screamed out, losing control of the wheel as well as his bladder. He began to swerve out of control, heading straight for one of the barriers on the highway. The menacing figure on the windshield ignored Max, now crawling up the windshield and towards the back. Max let out a final shriek before he finally hit the barrier.
The figure, now on top of the van, seemed to have extremely good grip, not even being thrown off by the collision. It raised its hand, balling it into a fist and began to slam fervently against the roof. The armor of the truck upheld, but with ever punch it began to make way. Suddenly the woman called out to the man, and she appeared by the truck, her hands glowing as she forced the armor to transform from solid metal to liquid. The entire structure flopped to the ground leaving a bloody max in his seat.
What remained of the truck aside from little parts was a small silver briefcase that stood innocently amongst the rubble. The small woman bent down and picked it up looking to the giant man for some sort of affirmation. Once she had received her confirmation she pressed lightly against her ear and her blue lips began to move.
“Package has been successfully obtained. "
Once she had spoken the same flash of blue light that they appeared in earlier began to surround them and in a matter of seconds they were completely gone. [/style]
Normally, he'd be curious enough to ask, but he was in the process of studying as well as trying to not fall asleep on the job. The only thing that he hated about this job was that it was late at night. Bastard hicks, always wanting to do things when everyone else was asleep.
He was told he wasn't allowed to stop, unless absolutely necessary, and that he could not communicate with anyone. That wasn't a problem, the only time he stopped was for a piss and a few other things. Communication, hell after watching all those horror movies about off road travelers, Max was sure to not talk to anybody! Not even the nice looking old granny.
Now on the I – 182 and heading out of Washing, Max began to fidget slightly, his grip on the wheel tightening as he pursed his lips. There was one problem.
He needed to take a real bad piss.
“s&%t... I shouldn't have chugged down all those red bulls."
He muttered to himself as he began to merge into the left lane, ready to speed straight through the highway and to the closest rest stop. Still fidgeting, he found the urge to excrete his liquidating waste even harder to hold back. Whimpering slightly, he accelerated, moving faster now.
The armored van was now moving faster, possibly going over 60 mph as Max continued to depress the accelerator. Biting his lip, he watched as the car before him merged on to his right, obviously not wanting to get in the way of the armor van. Max was grateful for this. More room for him to move in.
Something told him that he should slow down, but nature was calling, and he wasn't about to ignore its call.
Max probably should have listened to himself.
The road before him was clear, but then in a matter of seconds, a few feet away, light blue energy seemed to collect over one area, creating a blinding light in the section. Seconds later, two figures stood at the front of the lane – completely appearing out of nowhere. One was a tall, lithe woman who sported a pixie hair cute and a blue revealing uniform. The other was a mammoth of a man, his appearance almost caveman like with flowing orange hair and his large fists gnashing against one another.
No one seemed to stop completely forthem, for they were going too fast to actually take a peek. However, for the oncoming cars that were in the same lane, they were forced to abruptly slam on their brakes and careen out of the way.
The figures were unfazed by the oncoming high speed vehicles began to move forward. As an oncoming car tried to swerve out of the way, the titan of a man took hold of its bumper and cleanly lifted it off the ground and tossed it into the opposite lane, causing other cars to crash right into it.
The car behind it swerved out of the lane in a frantic manner, leaving a perfect oncoming view of the armored van. This time the young woman stepped forward, her head cocked slightly as stepped pat the giant man’s arm and pointed to the van. Focusing his view, the Mammoth like man began to run forward and suddenly leaped into the air, and landed directly onto the windshield of the van.
“WHAT THE f&@k?!"
Max screamed out, losing control of the wheel as well as his bladder. He began to swerve out of control, heading straight for one of the barriers on the highway. The menacing figure on the windshield ignored Max, now crawling up the windshield and towards the back. Max let out a final shriek before he finally hit the barrier.
The figure, now on top of the van, seemed to have extremely good grip, not even being thrown off by the collision. It raised its hand, balling it into a fist and began to slam fervently against the roof. The armor of the truck upheld, but with ever punch it began to make way. Suddenly the woman called out to the man, and she appeared by the truck, her hands glowing as she forced the armor to transform from solid metal to liquid. The entire structure flopped to the ground leaving a bloody max in his seat.
What remained of the truck aside from little parts was a small silver briefcase that stood innocently amongst the rubble. The small woman bent down and picked it up looking to the giant man for some sort of affirmation. Once she had received her confirmation she pressed lightly against her ear and her blue lips began to move.
“Package has been successfully obtained. "
Once she had spoken the same flash of blue light that they appeared in earlier began to surround them and in a matter of seconds they were completely gone. [/style]
Titans Tower - San Francisco, 10:01PM
[style= font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 445px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px] Karen Beecher was hovering over a large computer station whose screen was literally the large floor to ceiling glass that over looked the San Francisco skyline. Right now she was exactly admiring the view, but instead was reviewing rather complicated data and algorithms on the screen. In truth they weren’t all that hard – not for someone like her at least and all this otherwise jibberish was merely some programming for the Tower’s Defense system. Victor had admitted to having a bug within the software and asked Karen to take a look at it. Any moment to outshine the living computer was almost necessary to accept so of course Karen took up the job.
They had spent about ten minutes looking through the lengthy piece but finally Karen found the problem and moved to resolve it but paused narrowing her eyes at Victor, “You know… this is a really silly mistake, I think you set this up…” Karen said frowning slightly as she watched his facial expression, “Is this your idea of a date?” Karen chided, punched Victor on the side. Forgetting about his armored body, she suddenly snapped her hand back in pain. Not in full uniform her body was very poor at absorbing blows… much less punching metal. She shook her hand furiously, typing precariously with her free left hand to remedy the problem.
“I say hey Victor, why don’t we do something fun today and you give me this.” She muttered, inputting the proper sequence and initializing a reboot of the tower’s defense system. The entire structure hummed with life as she powered down and then turned back on again, the computers speaking as it designated the procedures that took place during start up. As she turned back to Victor expecting an apology or response she was only met with a quick peck on her lips and the loving stroke of his hand against her cheek. She couldn’t be that upset at him. At least he recognized her ingenuity, usually men hated that.
Turning back around she monitored the vitals of the tower’s security system and gave Victor a thumbs up to indicate everything was golden. Logging off the mainframe and turning off the super computer, Karen watched as the window screen flickered, one second showing a perfect view of the city and then the next flipping back to the television. “Bah, Gar forgot to turn off the T.V. again.” Karen said, annoyance in her voice as she moved her hand to turn it off. Suddenly Victor placed his hand on her wrist and she looked up, first at him, then following his gaze to the screen.
A news report was being broadcast, televising a massive accident on the I-780 a couple miles away from their current location. A few cards had careened off the road or completely collided into each other. Others looked as if they had been overturned or tossed to the other side of the interstate. What ws most disturbing however were the remains or lack thereof, of an armored vehicle whose driver was pronounced dead when officials arrived on scene. Karen raised her hand to her mouth, covering it as she stood with it slightly agape watching the news cast. This was definitely not some regular car accident, it was clearly spelled out in the way the armored vehicle had been ravaged. Its entire frame was completely gone and all that was left were car parts and the seats, one occupied by the deceased driver.
She bit her lip, going through her mind and trying to determine who exactly did this, who was the mad man behind this. Some names popped into her mind, the Brotherhood of evil? No they weren’t this clean, the authorities couldn’t find anything. The HIVE, no they couldn’t just vaporize a truck like that. Her mind began to whirl furiously as names and faces appeared but to no avail or recognition. Suddenly Cyborg’s movement brought her out of her thoughts and she nodded to him knowing what they had to do. They had to go to the interstate and figure out what the hell happened out there. [/style]
They had spent about ten minutes looking through the lengthy piece but finally Karen found the problem and moved to resolve it but paused narrowing her eyes at Victor, “You know… this is a really silly mistake, I think you set this up…” Karen said frowning slightly as she watched his facial expression, “Is this your idea of a date?” Karen chided, punched Victor on the side. Forgetting about his armored body, she suddenly snapped her hand back in pain. Not in full uniform her body was very poor at absorbing blows… much less punching metal. She shook her hand furiously, typing precariously with her free left hand to remedy the problem.
“I say hey Victor, why don’t we do something fun today and you give me this.” She muttered, inputting the proper sequence and initializing a reboot of the tower’s defense system. The entire structure hummed with life as she powered down and then turned back on again, the computers speaking as it designated the procedures that took place during start up. As she turned back to Victor expecting an apology or response she was only met with a quick peck on her lips and the loving stroke of his hand against her cheek. She couldn’t be that upset at him. At least he recognized her ingenuity, usually men hated that.
Turning back around she monitored the vitals of the tower’s security system and gave Victor a thumbs up to indicate everything was golden. Logging off the mainframe and turning off the super computer, Karen watched as the window screen flickered, one second showing a perfect view of the city and then the next flipping back to the television. “Bah, Gar forgot to turn off the T.V. again.” Karen said, annoyance in her voice as she moved her hand to turn it off. Suddenly Victor placed his hand on her wrist and she looked up, first at him, then following his gaze to the screen.
A news report was being broadcast, televising a massive accident on the I-780 a couple miles away from their current location. A few cards had careened off the road or completely collided into each other. Others looked as if they had been overturned or tossed to the other side of the interstate. What ws most disturbing however were the remains or lack thereof, of an armored vehicle whose driver was pronounced dead when officials arrived on scene. Karen raised her hand to her mouth, covering it as she stood with it slightly agape watching the news cast. This was definitely not some regular car accident, it was clearly spelled out in the way the armored vehicle had been ravaged. Its entire frame was completely gone and all that was left were car parts and the seats, one occupied by the deceased driver.
She bit her lip, going through her mind and trying to determine who exactly did this, who was the mad man behind this. Some names popped into her mind, the Brotherhood of evil? No they weren’t this clean, the authorities couldn’t find anything. The HIVE, no they couldn’t just vaporize a truck like that. Her mind began to whirl furiously as names and faces appeared but to no avail or recognition. Suddenly Cyborg’s movement brought her out of her thoughts and she nodded to him knowing what they had to do. They had to go to the interstate and figure out what the hell happened out there. [/style]
