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Last Hope (Chapter 2 - Intro Part 2)
By Guilty Spark
LAST HOPE
Chapter Two
Darius lead the way into another smaller room. It seemed to be some sort of conference room with a chairs all around the inside. Most of these chairs were currently occupied. Ian, John, Kyle, Blake and Blake’s men filled the empty ones. The Terminator stood in the corner next to another cyborg. This was Murphy, also known, in his time, as Robocop. Darius stood at the front of the room and everyone stared at him.
Darius cleared his throat, “Ok, well all of you, with the exception of Mr. Reese, who I will speak with momentarily, have been filled in on the situation for the most part. Now, I must make this quick, as there is not much time. You are here, to save mankind, from a race of super soldiers.”
Darius was about to say something else when a man in a grey jumpsuit and wearing thick glasses ran into the room. He was one of the people that ran the space/time shifter, “Sir. Our scout in the everglades has just reported in,” He took a deep breath, “that’s where they are.”
Darius’s swagger vanished instantaneously, and he turned pale, he turned back to the group situated in the small room, “Well, I am afraid there is no time for a formal introduction. You will be split into two groups and sent to separate parts of the United States. I believe that Gelding has put his clones in two areas,” he looked around, some people seemed calm, others seemed a bit nervous, “Mr. Muldoon, Mr. Gummer, and Mr. Dallas will all be sent to Nevada…”
Burt Gummer smiled and leaned back in his chair, “Home sweet home.”
Ian Malcolm considered what Darius had just said for a moment, then noticed a man standing in the far corner, and he spoke without thinking, “Muldoon? But you’re dead…I mean, you…the raptors…”
Muldoon sneered, “So you thought.”
Dallas shrugged, “Send me where you want, and I will do what I can.”
John McClane looked back at the man who had just spoken, and his jaw dropped, this man could pass for his twin.
Dallas, Burt, and Muldoon all stood up and walked out of the room, escorted by one of Darius’s employees.
Darius Herman looked back to the large group, “Now the rest of you will be sent into the main installation in the Florida everglades. We have sattalite photos, but I am afraid that we can not tell you how to get in, Team One will be Mr. McClane, Dr. Jones, Mr. Malcolm…”
McClane cut him off, “So wait, I am getting stuck with Mr. Stutter?”
Ian gave him a cold look, “Uh, listen here. I have been through a lot more, then you could ever imagine, so how about you, ah, keep it shut for a while.”
McClane stood up, “You have been through a lot? Listen here buddy I have been bloodied up so many times that I have lost count, so don’t you talk to me about being through…”
Mr. Herman raised his voice to be heard over the arguing, “Mr. McClane, Mr. Malcolm. Please stop. We do not have time for petty bickering!”
McClane sat back in his seat, still glaring at Ian.
Darius cut the tension quickly though, “As I was saying, Team One will be Mr. Malcolm, Mr. McClane, Dr. Jones, and the T-800.”
The huge man wearing a leather jacket, and sunglasses began his way out of the room, with a man wearing a panama hat. Ian and John stood up and followed them out.
Darius continued, “Team Two will be Mr. Murphy, Mr. Holliday, Mr. Dixon, and finally Mr. Williams.”
Gary Dixon watched in amazement as a giant man, made what seemed to be completely out of metal walked past. The man next to him on either side stood up, and Gary followed.
Darius turned to the few who remained, which were Capt. Blake, his men, and Kyle Reese, “Capt. Blake, you, your men, and Kyle Reese will be classified as Team Three. I need to brief Mr. Reese on some new developments that his commander in the future may not be aware of, and therefore did not fill him in on, so if you would excuse us.”
Blake nodded, “No problem.” He and his men filed out of the room. They walked down the back into the big room that held the space/time continuum transport. Across the room was the doorway to the hall, and across that hall was a small circular break room.
In the break room sat Gary Dixon, Doc Holliday, and Korben Dallas. They all sip coffee as Ian Malcolm paces the room out. Malcolm looked up to them and gave a meek smile, “Well, uh…I can’t say that I, uh, am surprised by the recent events.”
Korben looked up at him, “What do you mean?”
Ian smiled a bit more, “Isn’t it obvious? Of course they are going to try to find people from ‘different realities’ who can stop a mad man creating clones. It is all part of chaos. Chaos has brought us all together.”
Gary looked down into his coffee. He had a bad feeling about this. Another man walked into the room. He looked older.
The old man spoke, “Not afraid are you? Because frankly you look as if you are about to piss yourself.”
Gary couldn’t help but laugh, and the older man spoke again, “My name is Dr. Lecter. Dr. Hannibal Lecter.”
Ian looked up, “Gelding’s psychiatrist?”
“The very same Dr. Malcolm. I have been working as a bit of an informant for Mr. Herman for some time now. There are a few of us.”
Doc looked over to him from under his hat, “A few of you what?”
“A few of us that you all don’t really know about.”
Ian looked suspicious now, “Why is Mr. Herman hiding people from us?”
“He isn’t hiding us, because if he was, do you really think I would be alowd to come in here at random and pour myself a cup of coffee? Of course not,” and as he said that he started to pour a cup of coffee for himself from the coffee machine, “you just don’t need to know about us. Not yet anyway.”
“Who are the others?” Dallas had now jumped into the conversation.
Hannibal laughed, “I never said I wouldn’t hid us from you.” And with that he walked out of the room. Ian didn’t like this man. He didn’t seem trust worthy.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
7/28/2003 5:25:57 PM
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