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The Hunt for the Black Widow C03
By Mr.Camel
The Hunt for the Black Widow
Chapter 3: The First Strike
Concord, over the Atlantic Ocean
Rick Arnold sat in jet, reading over a copy of an old ITIA report.
ITIA Mission Report
Written by Agent 18: Sinornis
July 28, 1998
ITIA agents (Mr. Camel & Guilty Spark) returned from the southwest American desert three hours ago by use of a pirate ship. They returned with a man named Dark Hunter, a Black Ops Demolitions Expert, who was sent in to destroy the Silver Mesa Facility. Also with them were three tourists.
An entrepreneur named Edgar owned the Silver Mesa Facility. He was completing a government experiment, testing an alien object discovered at the Roswell site in 1947. The experiment went horribly wrong, and aliens invaded the facility. Soon after, the government sent the military in to annihilate everything inside the building, including the scientists and security guards.
Dr. Rick Arnold, who conducted the experiment, managed to survive the initial blast and went on to cross the facility to reach the Llama Reactor Core, where many scientists had gathered to build a transfer portal to the alien planet. It was there that Dr. Arnold destroyed the controller and saved Earth. The ITIA Director, Dan, then hired him.
Camel and Guilty Spark were on a mission to save the Great Coral Sea Monkeys of the Colorado River, when they suddenly noticed that pollution was contaminating the water. They followed the pollution to its source, Silver Mesa. Camel and Spark then traveled into the building, saved three tourists, and escaped.
The military was also sent. The General was killed early in the fighting, and the platoons soon burst out in chaos. Some managed to escape independently. The most notable of these platoons was Platoon 76, led by Corporal Aragorn. He led his troops through the desert and eventually to a helicopter-landing pad, where he and his two remaining soldiers were found. He claimed to have fought off a horde of Black Ops assassins, along with a large monster.
Many talented warriors were lost in this battle, and the owner of the facility, Edgar, fled the scene with his employee Ben, and they haven’t been seen since.
Rick leaned back in his chair, remembering the horrible incident from four years ago. Well, almost four years ago. It was now April 14, 2002. He remembered the event like it was just yesterday, though. He remembered seeing one of the small aliens jump onto a scientist’s skull… Rick shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these merciless horrors. They were gone; they didn’t matter anymore.
“Hey, Rick, we’re almost there. Get you stuff out of the top,” said Mr. Camel.
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The Black Widow, Gulf of Mexico
Cuba was now out of view of the Black Widow. Captain Darial Longsword stood at the front of the ship, scanning the large mass of water in front of him.
“Uh, sir, we have just received a message from General Carna,” SpinoMonkey informed the Captain.
“Who’s that, lad?” Longsword turned to ask his friend.
“General Carna, he’s from the Cuban army, Sir.”
“Ah, I see. What be his message then, lad?”
“Uh… he said: ‘Longsword, you killed my cousin. Prepare to die.’ He sounded angry, Sir,” SpinoMonkey trembled.
“Aye, lad. Must have been that fat Cuban guy I killed. Ah, we’ll have to formulate a plan now, lad. Inform the crew that we’re having a meeting tonight at eight,” Longsword said.
“Aye, Captain,” said SpinoMonkey, running below deck to spread the news.
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Edgar’s Cruise Ship, Atlantic Ocean
Their cruise ship was named the Beautiful Dandelion, and Ben was now showing the four tourists around the boat. He first led them to the captain.
“Okay, he should be right in… here!” said Ben, leading them into the room.
A fifty-year-old man was sitting in a chair reading a book. When the group entered the room he stood and prepared to greet them.
“Ah, hello there tourists. It’s a fine day for a boat ride today!” he said, pointing out the window.
It was cloudy outside, and raining. The wind blew a flag up near the front of the boat, and a large wave smacked down on the deck.
“Well… maybe it isn’t such a great day, but I’ll be your captain on this cruise,” he grinned.
There were several seconds of silence.
“Oh, uh… great, that’s wonderful, I guess,” Martin spoke.
“Yeah, it is. Anyway, I’m Captain Fish Sticks!”
“Yeah, so that’s our captain. Now we’ll move on the first-class bedrooms we have for you here,” said Ben, ushering them out of the room.
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Warrior, off the coast of Cuba
General Carna stood in a planning room aboard the Cuban battleship Warrior. He was thinking up the Cuban military’s first move. CeratosPit wrote down Carna’s thoughts as he said them.
“Hmm… maybe we should just launch a cruise missile at Miami… what do you think?” Carna asked.
“Too big of an opening. Maybe we should go for something smaller,” CeratosPit suggested.
“Hmm… on the radar map I see an incoming Concord, would that be good?” said Carna.
“Eh, maybe… no, that wouldn’t be good. Let’s go for a boat,” CeratosPit said.
“Well… okay, I suppose… perfect! The U.S.S War Shark just entered range!” Carna exclaimed.
“Good,” said CeratosPit. “Should I inform the Missile Control Center of our new target?”
“Of course, before they move out of range!” Carna said.
CeratosPit left the room and ran to the Missile Control Center to give them the target’s coordinates.
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Beautiful Dandelion
“And here we are, your rooms,” Ben said as the entered a short hall.
There were two doors one each side, and another door at the end.
“At the end is the bathroom, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” answered Martin for them.
“Okay, Martin: first door on the left. Yvonne: second door on the left. Junkee: first door on the right. Jpfan: second door on the right. Got it?” said Ben.
“Why can’t we choose our rooms?” Jpfan asked.
“Because if we assign the rooms, we know where everybody is,” Ben stated.
“There are only four of us,” Yvonne pointed out.
“Yeah… but… this is kind of a practice run for us. Okay?” said Ben.
“Sure. It doesn’t matter where we are, anyway,” Junkee said.
“Does too!” Jpfan argued.
“Believe what you will, but I’m right and you’re wrong,” Junkee said.
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War Shark, Gulf of Mexico
The War Shark was an American battleship, currently being used for a platoon of marines to test their skills on the confined space of a boat.
“Platoon seventy-six, good job! Next exercise,” a booming voice shouted.
Master Sergeant Aragorn stopped to catch his breath. In his hand was a Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun, loaded with blanks.
“Okay, guys, over here. I want to rest before the next exercise,” Aragorn informed his troops.
Aragorn had once been a self-made general. That was when he was somewhat new to the marines, only a corporal. He had advanced four ranks since then, and he had learned a lot about how to treat his troops. Four years ago Platoon 76 lost many good men, only Aragorn and two of his soldiers survived. Dino Dude was now a Staff Sergeant; Raptor Dude was a corporal. He now had five other soldiers in his platoon, as well. They were:
Private Nick Zravre
Private Evolutiosaurus
Private Hockey Dude
Private Stunt Driver
Sergeant Majestic-1
The troops gathered in the room to rest.
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Miami, Florida, US
Rick Arnold, Mr. Camel, Dark Hunter, and Guilty Spark stepped off of the Concord, carrying their equipment in black suitcases.
A black limousine was waiting for them. They climbed in and sat down.
“Ah, spy boys, eh! So, you guys need to get to the Dolphin Deluxe Hotel, okay!” the driver said.
“Yeah, make it fast. We have an important mission,” said Dark Hunter.
“Oh, I can drive fast!” the driver chuckled.
“Is that so? Prove it,” Dark Hunter challenged.
“They don’t call me Brown Legend for nothin’!” the driver laughed, slamming his foot on the gas pedal.
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Warrior
“Sir, the missile launchers are almost ready. When should we fire the missile?” CeratosPit informed his superior.
“As soon as possible, now fetch me some orange juice!” Carna demanded.
“Yes, sir,” CeratosPit said before exiting the room.
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War Shark
“Okay, the objective of the next exercise is to kill your opponents. Raptor Dude and Dino Dude, you guys are sitting this one out. Otherwise, free for all!” a voice shouted.
The marines began running around shooting blanks at each other. They were trusted to be honest and to pretend to die after being hit.
Private Evolutiosaurus climbed up a ladder, trying to find a good sniping position. Upon reaching the top he found that Majestic-1 had already beaten him up there. Majestic-1 fired his gun into Evolutiosaurus’s shoulder.
“Oh no, I have been shot,” Evolutiosaurus said sarcastically, falling to the ground.
Majestic-1 turned just in time to see the new kid, Nick Zravre. Nick shot on reflex, but missed two feet to the right. Majestic-1 then shot a blank into Nick’s forehead.
“What… my gun won’t fire!” Nick shouted angrily, pulling the trigger, only to have nothing happen.
“You’re supposed to die now,” Majestic-1 informed him.
Nick grumpily sat on the ground.
Hockey Dude fired a shot up. It ricocheted off the railing and Majestic-1 in the foot.
“Oh yeah!” Hockey Dude shouted triumphantly.
Majestic-1 sat down next to Nick.
“Ha ha, you got shot,” Nick said mockingly.
“Shut up,” Majestic-1 said, hitting Nick in the jaw.
Hockey Dude ran around the corner, only to be sprayed by blanks from Stunt Driver.
“AHWAHAGAG!” Hockey Dude screamed, falling violently to the deck.
“Another one bites the dust,” Stunt Driver said.
Aragorn leaped from his hiding place and fired three blanks into Stunt Driver’s neck.
“Ah, I win again. Everyone back to the shade,” Aragorn smiled.
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Dolphin Deluxe Hotel, Miami, Florida, US
The black limousine sped into the parking lot at sixty miles per hour. Three police cars were visible through the rear view mirror.
“Okay, you boys get out so I can get away!” Brown Legend shouted, unlocking the doors.
The four ITIA agents jumped out of the car, closed the doors, and ran into the building. They then walked up to a clerk sitting at a desk.
“Uh, we were supposed to have a room reserved for us,” Guilty Spark said.
“Your names?” the clerk asked, looking up at them.
“I’m Guilty Spark, he’s Rick Arnold, and he’s Mr. Camel, and he’s Dark Hunter,” Guilty Spark said, pointing to each one as he said there name.
“Room seven. Go straight down that hallway, turn left, go straight down that hallway, open the door and you’re in,” the clerk said, giving Guilty Spark the key.
“Thanks,” Guilty Spark smiled.
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Beautiful Dandelion
Martin and Junkee walked up to the deck. It was now late afternoon. The sun was beginning to set and… a something was streaking across the sky!
“What’s that?” Junkee asked. “Is that a star or something?”
“If I’m not mistaken, that’s a cruise missile,” Martin replied calmly.
“A cruise missile? We must tell the captain immediately!”
“It’s not heading for us, it’s heading for that battleship over there,” Martin pointed out.
“Yeah, but what if they’re hit but someone’s still alive?” Junkee asked.
“Then we’ll be instructed to save them by,” Martin said.
“I still think we should at least tell him,” Junkee said worriedly.
“Go ahead, I was just pointing out that he probably won’t be able to do anything,” Martin said.
Junkee ran to the captain’s room. He knocked on the door rapidly, waiting for an answer.
“Ah, what now… come in,” Captain Fish Sticks said tiredly.
Junkee threw the door open and entered the room.
“Captain, Martin and I saw a missile. It’s heading for a battleship,” Junkee gasped.
“Well, there’s not much I can do about it yet,” the Captain informed him.
“Oh… okay. See you later then,” Junkee said, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
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War Shark
Platoon 76 was preparing to start another exercise when Stunt Driver spotted the missile heading towards their boat.
“Hey, look at… oh dear, that’s a cruise missile!” Stunt Driver said.
“Nah, that’s no missile. That’s a… star!” Nick said confidently.
“No, that’s definitely a missile. Corporal Aragorn, I request permission to abandon ship,” Stunt Driver said nervously.
The missile was quickly descending upon the ship now.
“Hey, that is a cruise missile! You were right, Stunt Driver!” Nick exclaimed.
“Men, we must abandon ship immediately. Swim for that ship over there,” Aragorn said pointing to a small cruise ship about a hundred feet away.
They proceeded to the edge of the boat. Aragorn turned back to see the missile strike the other side of the boat.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other side of the boat exploded into flames, fireballs spinning out in all directions. Aragorn’s eyes widened as he saw one of the fireballs speed toward him. He jumped off the ship into the warm water.
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Beautiful Dandelion
Junkee was the first one to spot the people swimming towards the cruise ship. He counted seven, but somehow Martin got eight. Junkee rushed back to the captain to inform of this latest development. Captain Fish Sticks lazily rose to move the boat in a new direction. Soon it was slowly heading for the wreck of the battleship.
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Warrior
“Sir, he hit the target. We believe that all of the passengers were killed. We also discovered that the ship was being used as a training area for a platoon of marines. They were supposed to be pretty good, so it’s good we got rid of them,” CeratosPit informed his superior.
“Ah, tell the Missile Control people that they did a good job, a very good job. And, before you go, I have news for you, too,” Carna smiled happily.
“Oh? Good news?” CeratosPit asked.
“Yes. I have found Black Widow’s location. They aren’t within missile range yet, and they won’t be for a while. But I did find them,” Carna grinned.
“Wow, that’s fantastic! What is you next plan?”
“To get in range of the Black Widow, obviously,” Carna responded.
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Beautiful Dandelion
The eight soldiers (Martin was right, Junkee was wrong) had climbed aboard the boat and were now resting on the deck.
“That was a close one,” Stunt Driver gasped.
“Yeah… lucky we made it off alive,” Dino Dude said.
“Did you guys catch where that missile came from?” Aragorn asked, a glint of revenge in his eyes.
“Yeah, over that way. Why?” Junkee said.
Aragorn removed a cell phone from his belt and talked into it for several minutes before putting it back.
“This ship has been commandeered to hunt down whatever launched that missile,” Aragorn grinned.
“What? You’re going to use a small cruise ship to destroy a… whatever that was?” Junkee asked.
“That’s my plan,” Aragorn grinned.
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Room 7, Dolphin Deluxe Hotel
Mr. Camel sat down on the waterbed, which wiggled like Jell-O. This made him laugh. Soon Camel was jumping up and down on the bed, bouncing everywhere.
“Camel, calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Rick warned.
Crash! Rick turned to see that Camel was stuck halfway through the ceiling. His legs kicked ferociously, preventing Rick from helping him down.
Rick ran up to the room above and knocked on the door. He could hear screaming on the other end. After waiting several minutes, he turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked.
Rick swung the door open to see that Camel’s upper body protruded from the floor. An elderly woman sitting in a rocking chair screamed and stared at him.
“Sorry, ma’am. He’s… mentally unstable. He sometimes feels a random urge to jump very high. As a result, he breaks through the ceilings and scares people. Sorry,” Rick said.
He walked over to Camel and kicked him back down. He heard a thud as Camel fell to the ground. Rick ran back down to their room. Dark Hunter was helping Camel to recuperate.
“What if they come in and see the hole in the ceiling?” Guilty Spark asked.
Rick grabbed a roll of duct tape and covered the hole in ceiling.
“There, it’s fixed,” grinned Rick.
“I don’t think anyone will notice, mate,” Dark Hunter smiled.
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Beautiful Dandelion
Yvonne, Jpfan4life, and Mithrander climbed the stairs, looking for Dr. Junkee. Mithrander had a headache.
“Hey, Junkee!” Jpfan called.
They walked up into the front of the deck, where they saw eight marines standing around.
“What… why are there stinky soldiers interfering with my cruise?!” Jpfan demanded.
“Their ship was hit by a missile, and they have taken our ship to hunt the attacker down,” Martin explained.
“Furby says: Only the oatmeal understands you.”
“What’d you want Jpfan?” Junkee said, leaving the crowd of marines.
“Well, Mithrander has a headache and you’re a doctor, so could you help him?” Jpfan pleaded.
“Just… let him rest… I guess,” Junkee offered.
“Oh… okay. Thanks!” Jpfan exclaimed, running back down to her room.
“Why’d that have to take our ship?” Yvonne moaned.
“We were only a hundred feet away,” Junkee explained.
“It’s no fair!”
“Well, it might be fun,” Martin pointed out.
“No. It won’t,” Yvonne snarled.
Jpfan returned, with Mithrander in her hands.
“Junkee, it worked! I put him down for a minute and he immediately got better! It’s amazing!” she exclaimed.
“Oh… uh, maybe you should introduce yourself and Mithrander to the soldiers, you know… leave me alone for a little while…” Junkee said before turning back to his conversation with Martin and Yvonne.
Jpfan carried Mithrander over to one of the soldiers.
“Hi, I’m Jpfan4life, and this is Mithrander!” Jpfan said.
“I’m Nick Zravre, the smartest soldier here,” the man said.
“Furby says: You are as smart as blue cheese!”
“What? You dare to offend the great Nick Zravre?” Nick yelled angrily.
“Furby says: Only on Thursdays.”
“I’m going to kill you both!” Nick yelled, aiming his gun at them.
“You can’t harm a US citizen, you’ll get court-martialed!” Jpfan said.
“What does that mean?”
“That you won’t be a marine anymore…” Jpfan answered.
“Oh… I knew that. I was just kidding! I wanted to make sure you knew,” Nick said before walking to the other side of the boat
Thanks for reading, comments are appreciated!
4/17/2004 10:43:15 PM
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