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King of the Impossible
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Third Headquarters Base - 02:23hrs, Monday June 5th, 2000
Somewhere in Nevada...
The command center was tense with anticipation. Their first sorties with hostile extraterrestrials was about to begin. "Erinyes will be in bombardment range in thirty seconds," technician reports. The commander coolly issues an order. "Tell E-1 to fire at will, E-2 is only to act as backup." "Roger. Relaying orders." After a long moment, the technician pipes up again, "E-1 has successfully deployed swarm missile barrage. Detonation successful, target is in free fall." The commander grins as the whole room sigh in relief. "Excellent. Team Two will be dropped off near the Zhetan crash site, while Team One will be deployed to engage the Boorus flesh pod's crash site. Inform Team Two that they will not have evac until Team One has complete their extermination job." "Rog-" A chirping beep from another console causes another technician to 'eep!' "Th-third contact! Above atmosphere... we can still track it."-"When it rains it pours."-"I have a visual, it's another Cone. A flesh pod." "Trajectory?" "Wisconsin."
The commander pauses, allowing the technician to continue. "If we send the Albatross to drop off some people there instead of their mission-" but the commander interrupts. "It will run out of fuel before it can return. Regardless, there aren't enough operatives to complete the three missions successfully."
Doctor Ingham sighs. "So just deploy another team on another Albatross. We have two more."
"Very well," replies the Commander, "though, we already have operatives in the area." He reaches for the phone.
-------xXx-------
On a small jet liner flying over Wisconsin...
As usual, Belle was being overlooked by her new peers. The seven men she had shared the plane with animately chatting about their respective training experiences and family back home, but somehow it didn't click that she was joining them in the top secret program they were joining. Perhaps they thought she was going to be the base's cook? That's not very nice, but typical.
Some surprised exclamations from the cockpit draws Belle's attention. "What? Is this for real? ... Yes, sir... N-no, sir! ... Yes, sir! ... Right away, Sir!" Then a ding and the PA system comes on. "Attention soldiers. A situation has come up that requires y'all to do something for your new job before y'all get to your new base and get briefed. Your Commander is on the line and I'm gonna plug him into the PA so that he can brief you."
A short buzz of static pipes through the speakers before a dark gravely voice addresses everyone. "Hello, everyone. I'd rather have briefed you in person, but time is against us. Invaders of an unusual nature are about to attempt a foothold in the middle of Wisconsin, and you are the closest team we can deploy. Your flight is being redirected to nearest airport where you will be assigned a helicopter transport and given gear for your mission. Your next pilot will have the mission coordinates, and you will know your targets when you see them. Backup is on its way, and remember, your tour of duty is classified to highest order. I will give you all proper welcome after we retrieve you from a successful mission.
Somewhere in Nevada...
The command center was tense with anticipation. Their first sorties with hostile extraterrestrials was about to begin. "Erinyes will be in bombardment range in thirty seconds," technician reports. The commander coolly issues an order. "Tell E-1 to fire at will, E-2 is only to act as backup." "Roger. Relaying orders." After a long moment, the technician pipes up again, "E-1 has successfully deployed swarm missile barrage. Detonation successful, target is in free fall." The commander grins as the whole room sigh in relief. "Excellent. Team Two will be dropped off near the Zhetan crash site, while Team One will be deployed to engage the Boorus flesh pod's crash site. Inform Team Two that they will not have evac until Team One has complete their extermination job." "Rog-" A chirping beep from another console causes another technician to 'eep!' "Th-third contact! Above atmosphere... we can still track it."-"When it rains it pours."-"I have a visual, it's another Cone. A flesh pod." "Trajectory?" "Wisconsin."
The commander pauses, allowing the technician to continue. "If we send the Albatross to drop off some people there instead of their mission-" but the commander interrupts. "It will run out of fuel before it can return. Regardless, there aren't enough operatives to complete the three missions successfully."
Doctor Ingham sighs. "So just deploy another team on another Albatross. We have two more."
"Very well," replies the Commander, "though, we already have operatives in the area." He reaches for the phone.
-------xXx-------
On a small jet liner flying over Wisconsin...
As usual, Belle was being overlooked by her new peers. The seven men she had shared the plane with animately chatting about their respective training experiences and family back home, but somehow it didn't click that she was joining them in the top secret program they were joining. Perhaps they thought she was going to be the base's cook? That's not very nice, but typical.
Some surprised exclamations from the cockpit draws Belle's attention. "What? Is this for real? ... Yes, sir... N-no, sir! ... Yes, sir! ... Right away, Sir!" Then a ding and the PA system comes on. "Attention soldiers. A situation has come up that requires y'all to do something for your new job before y'all get to your new base and get briefed. Your Commander is on the line and I'm gonna plug him into the PA so that he can brief you."
A short buzz of static pipes through the speakers before a dark gravely voice addresses everyone. "Hello, everyone. I'd rather have briefed you in person, but time is against us. Invaders of an unusual nature are about to attempt a foothold in the middle of Wisconsin, and you are the closest team we can deploy. Your flight is being redirected to nearest airport where you will be assigned a helicopter transport and given gear for your mission. Your next pilot will have the mission coordinates, and you will know your targets when you see them. Backup is on its way, and remember, your tour of duty is classified to highest order. I will give you all proper welcome after we retrieve you from a successful mission.