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Armageddon: Dan's JP3 Page 2-Chapter 4
By Spinoboy11
Chapter 4- Reunion at the Center
Evilgrinch’s Porsche sped up to the Convention Center. They recognized several of the cars there, including Dark Hunter’s sleek gray Mercedes and Dan’s beige Volvo. Evilgrinch quickly pulled out, and everyone jumped out. All four ran in and found the Veterans assembled. Dan was reading out a joke, and when he got to the punchline, no one laughed. Raptor-Rex coughed, but that was it. Dan glared.
Dan: What the hell is wrong with you people? Don’t you like jokes?
Vader: You are the joke!
Everyone laughed at that. Dan glowered.
Dan: Well, seeing as you four are here, you may as well tell us why the hell you brought us here.
He took his seat, and Evilgrinch and Spinoboy wheeled up a projector. Dac quickly scanned the newspaper article while Vader stepped up to the microphone.
Vader: Yes, thanks, Dan. Well, guys, I’d just like to recount what’s happened over the past few days. During testing of some new weapons he developed, Dac saw this newspaper article.
Dac put the scanned article onto the projector, and it flashed onto the roof.
Dac: Oops, too high.
He quickly turned the projector head down so it was on the screen, glaring at Spinoboy. Spinoboy grinned sheepishly.
Vader: In addition to this, we also saw that the site had been shut down for some reason. Just as we were watching, a message flashed up, and we were told to be at the San Francisco airport to be loaded onto helicopters delivering money from the National Guard to some mysterious man. We got suspicious, because the man in the message left his signature off as SGD.
The crowd gasped. Vader waved Dac up.
Dac: Yes, I saw all this. Somehow, SGD survived the rocket I shot him with, and now he has commandeered some nerve gas missiles which attacks the brain, and he claims he’ll fire them at San Francisco if the money isn’t paid or we don’t show up. Plus he happens to have hidden on Alcatraz according to the article, and that’s where the Alliance was locked up. Ten bucks says, he’s released them. This time, we can’t do a hit-and-run mission. We have to disarm those rockets. Does anyone here know anything about biochemistry toxicology?
One man stood up at the back.
Man: Yes, I do.
Dac: Your name?
Man: My name is AcroIguana.
Dac: Acro? What’s with the turban and shades look?
Acro: That isn’t important. We need to have a two-strike plan. Half of us have to be delivered straight into their hands so they don’t fire at the city. The other half has to sneak around unnoticed and disarm the rockets. I’ll do Team Two. We need someone who knows the layout of the place.
Dac: Oh, I can do that. I went on a tour there as a kid and got lost. I was wandering around for two days before I found my way to the top, and I mapped it out in my head. It was a maze of s***, but I got out. I’ll do Group Two.
Evilgrinch stood up.
Evilgrinch: I’ll do Group One. SGD wants me out there the most. I’ll handle it.
Cyros: I ain’t backing out on Grinchy. I’m with him.
Spinoboy: Me too.
Vader: I’ll stick there, too.
Dino_Dude: I know Dac the best. I’ll go with him.
Dark Hunter: Our resident Aussies are Group Two, I’m there.
Dan: OK, let’s sign our names and what group we’re doing.
Vader: OK, guys, let’s do it!
Veterans: YEAH!
TO BE CONTINUED...
8/14/2002 8:43:29 PM
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