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Post by Tomahawk on Jan 15, 2005 10:27:29 GMT
"Do you need any aspirin to help with the migraine?"
"Hmm? Oh, thanks..." she said, graciously accepting the glass of cold water being offered to her. "I really don't need any aspirin, though- thanks anyhow. The headache's already gone. They just seem to come and go at really wierd times. There's really no rhyme or reason to it- at least nothing the doctors were ever able to figure out."
She paused for a moment, a silence which seemed like an eternity- empty silence, devoid of... anything.
"Say something, dang it!" That small voice urged in the back of Chuck's mind. "Say something, before...[/i]"
Fortunately, Chuck never had to worry about the "before...", as Lindsey quickly stepped in to keep the conversational flow going.
"So, Doctor Chuck Dragon," she smiled, tossing one of her coy glances his direction, a lock of hair falling teasingly over her left eye.
"Discovered by scientists somewhere? There's got to be more to it than that- I mean, when I look at some of these things you've made- you did make these things in these pictures, right? The technology is simply... well, out of this world."
She tossed her head slightly to the side, flipping the rebellious lock of hair back into more-or-less it's proper place.
"But then, I suppose it'd only be natural that it's 'out of this world'. You're not exactly from this world, are you?"
She paused for a brief moment, and somewhat slid over a bit closer to Chuck, and added,
"And somehow, I find that to be very, very, very..."
breeep-breeep, breeep-breeep, breeep-breeep[/i]
The sudden intrusion of the telephone ringing shattered the reverie.
Lindsey took half a step back, smiled coyly, and said,
"Saved by the bell, Chuck."
Hastily grabbing up the phone, Chuck answered it, to hear on the other end,
"Yeah, this is Murphey down in the lobby. Your 'package' has arrived. Better hurry before it gets too cold- or I'll eat it for ya!"
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Post by Madclergy on Jan 15, 2005 14:02:06 GMT
"Thanks Murphy, we'll be right down to get it" Chuck looked at lindsey and gave a smile.
"Seems our food has arrived.." Chuck motioned towards the door "Shall we?"
Lindsey smiled again, Chuck could feel his loins tighten. Something about her made him very very liberated. Chuck followed her out the door, he couldn't help but watch her hips move tightly in her jeans. Naughty thoughts entered his mind, he laughed a little and focused again on getting to the lobby and continueing with the date. He locked the door behind Lndsey.
As they walked to the lobby Chuck thought he might strike up a bit of conversation, maybe try to some humor a little bit later.
"So what is your favorite color?" such a lame question, what had he been thinking. But once again he heard her sweet voice answer his lame question.
"Well I like the color green.." she shot Chuck a wink and continued to walk.
'Of course she does, ooo' his heart beat excelerated at the answer. The continued to walk for about 10 minutes before they reached the lobby, once they had there food away from Murphy they headed back to Chuck's Apartment. On the way back Chuck shot a glance at lindsey before he asked his next question.
"So, What is your middle name?"
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Post by Tomahawk on Jan 18, 2005 9:54:04 GMT
"So, What is your middle name?"
“Anne. I know, it’s pretty plain and everything, but I got it from my grandmother. One of the only things I got from my grandmother, come to think of it…”<br> They arrived back at Chuck’s domicile and entered, heading, appropriately enough to his small kitchenette’s table. Chuck was a bit embarrassed that the entire area was still layered with residue from his attempted dinner, and while Lindsey wasn’t looking he moved several empty candy bar wrappers into a less conspicuous position.
“So, shall we take seats and have some dinner?" Chuck asked, hoping that his voice didn’t reveal too much of his nervousness, still lingering, despite all that had already transpired in this short amount of time.
“I’d love to.” Lindsey smiled, and sat down, taking their package and quickly separating out its contents.
“Ok, this would be yours… I hope you don’t mind, I noticed you like things a bit on the sweet side, so I ordered you something made with coconut milk- it’s an interesting mix of sweetness to the otherwise pungent Thai spices…” She slid a container over his direction, before taking a separate one for herself.
Upon opening the container, the aroma from the still hot food escaped, filling the room with delicious scents of southeast-asian cuisine.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lindsey teasingly asked, her rebellious lock of hair once again freeing itself and falling coyly into position over her left eye. “Dig in!”<br> In all of the preparations and running about Chuck had done, as well as Lindsey’s early arrival at his doorstep and the ensuing chaos which came about as a result, he had almost completely forgotten that he was, indeed, hungry.
‘Ok, now I can relax, things are going pretty good, considering… Besides, what could possibly go wrong now?’ Chuck thought to himself, taking up a large forkful of the food sitting there before him.
‘Hmm… Interesting. And here I thought coconut was just for candy bars. This stuff isn’t that bad at all…’<br> Suddenly, before Chuck could even hope to react, his mouth burst into flames. At least, that’s what it seemed to him at that moment, as the intense spices of the Thai cooking released their full flavorful effects on his sensitive taste buds.
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Post by Madclergy on Jan 18, 2005 21:39:56 GMT
Chuck closed his gaping mouth and continued to chew the hot and spicy food. Tears ran down his green cheek and he could imagine Bugs feeding Yosemite a bottle of tobasco sauce and smoke pouring from his ears right before his eyes sent off the mushroom cloud.
Chuck finished chewing the food quickly and swallowed with a loud gulp. He felt like his throat and mouth were still on fire and he stood from the table..
In a raspy voice "Drinks...We..Need drinks" Lindsey still had her glass of ice water still half full from before they left but he grabbed it anyway, walked over to the sink and poured more into it. Then grabbed himself a glass down and hurridely filled it and drank it down, then went for another glass.
It was at this time Chuck noticed a boistrous laugh coming from behind him. It was Lindsey and she was laughing so hard she was holding her gut in pain.
"You...are....soooo...funny. You've....Never had Thai before have you?" her sentences were chopped with laughter.
Chuck finished his second glass of water, which was only barely easing the pain of the spicey food and answered her question.
"Actually Yes, this is the first time. I thought you said it would be sweet."
Lindsey just laughed harder "Thats the least spicey food the thai restaurant has" Chucks eyes filled with glea at seeing her laugh at something so simple.
"Well, I guess it only gets spicier then. I think i can finish the rest of this but i need a pitcher of water next to me" Chuck grabbed another glass of water and sat down, his face was upturned in a smile. Lindsey regained her poise and she smiled at Chuck to show it was all fun.
The two continued to eat, chuck a little bit slower than Lindsey which he didn't mind because the food was delicious except for the spicey after kick. Each of the two would periodically glance up from there food, staring the other in the eyes. Small amounts of Chit Chat filled the remainder of the meal, then when they were done Chuck picked up all the boxes and plates they had used, he put the leftovers of the kind he liked in the fridge for later consumption. He looked up at Lindsey...
"Ready for the movie?"
" Sure, lets get to it!" Lindsey nearly ran into the living room, apparently uneffected by the dinner mess, the unexcused southern visiter, or the Thai food terror. She did a leap onto the couch, took her shoes off and cuddled with one of the pillows. She was at home after only one night.
Chuck looked out the window, the sun was just setting and it was 8 o'clock at night. He sat down next to Lindsey after picking up the remote control to the T.V and VCR. He started the movie...an hour later the screen flickered different colors in the dark appartment onto two young adults, who weren't paying attention at all. They were sitting close, very close and each had the others lips pressed against their own.
Chucks mind for the first time in his entire life, ran smooth and clean. No jittery equations, no thoughts of work or projects, and no self conciousness over his appearence. It was only 45 minutes into the movie that Lindsey had leaned over to him and gave him his first kiss..ever, and now he hoped that this one would last forever. All to certainly though, as if cued by his wanting, Lindsey pulled away. She smiled at his lasting impression as he opened his eyes.
"I really should be going" in the dark, shown by the t.v. flickers Chuck could see her smile.
What he thought he said was "No, you don't have to" what he actually said was...
"Alright, I'll see you out of the building" Chuck walked Lindsey to the front door of his building. They didn't exchange any lasting partialments, it would not have looked professional. He continued up to his room where he jumped up and down with joy. He stopped the movie and rewound it before heading to his room where he undressed down to his boxers and climbed into bed, hoping for sweet dreams...
END OF CHAPTER I
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Post by Tomahawk on Jan 24, 2005 12:02:50 GMT
CHAPTER II- THE MORNING AFTER
… But no sweet dreams were forthcoming. If anything, the intensity of the horrifying nightmares which plagued Chuck Dragon had exponentially increased. He found himself awaking suddenly in a sort of shock several times throughout the night, his bed sheets soaked with cold sweat. It seemed that every time he closed his eyes, the armored monstrosities of his nightmares were there waiting for him, their gleaming metallic faces practically mocking him.
Having gotten little sleep, Chuck was a bit less than awake the next day in the lab, and the results of his computer simulation were less than pleasing. It seemed that in order to get the anti-gravity suit to function properly, he would have to somehow compensate for an unusually large amount of vibrational activity which threatened to shake the entire suit apart as soon as the anti-grav was activated. Of course, this was just a simulation, but he had checked and re-checked the data several times now already, and had arrived at the same conclusion each time.
“Here Chuck, I got you a cup of coffee- it looked like you needed it…”
So lost in his thoughts and frustration at the flaws in the design, Chuck was oblivious to the fact that Lindsey had arrived in the lab, until her warm voice had interrupted his thoughts.
“Oh! Umm, thanks…” Chuck replied, his attention now drawn to something other than the project, something, in his mind, much more pleasant.
“Listen Chuck, about last night…” Lindsey started, her tone noticeably more hushed than it had been previously.
“I thought about it the whole ride home last night and everything- things aren’t going to get all weird here, are they? I mean, here in the lab, at the Agency… You being the head researcher, and me the assistant on the project… I just don’t want things to get all…weird… and I hope I didn’t make a bad impression and all…”
From the sound of her voice, Chuck could easily tell that she was somewhat troubled, perhaps even confused. This was a side of her he hadn’t seen before, but then again, he hadn’t ever had her over for dinner before, either.
A sudden voice from the doorway shattered their small moment of privacy before Chuck could even reply.
“So, it’s not enough that you steal my project, you green-skinned freak, but then you have to steal my girl as well!”<br> “Barlow!” Lindsey exclaimed, standing up straight abruptly. “Chuck, don’t listen, he and I were never…”<br> “Save it, Lohrman.” Agent Barlow said, cutting her off mid-sentence and moving into the room. “I’m sure broccoli-boy here doesn’t need you fighting his battles for him.” Barlow scowled at the two of them.
“What in the frickin’ blue blazes is goin’ on in here?!” All eyes turned immediately to the new figure standing in the doorway, and saw a rather annoyed Director Jameson standing there, his expression demanding an immediate response.
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 6, 2005 22:15:09 GMT
'Great, the wonders of social circles within human cultures. Even though I am of the male gender I must say that most human males are most definitly possesive; even of those who have not pledged there rights to them. And women are most definitly confusing, insecure and complicated; in fact all humans are complicated.'
Chuck snapped out of his deep thoughts of the categorizing of Human features to hear the last of the Directors second inquisition as to what was going on.
"It is nothing sir, agent Barlow was just informed of some off site information and is now furious about it. I am sure that as soon as I can talk to him about this information that he will calm down and we can get to work on the suit." Chuck's face drew a blank as he mentioned suit, the horrific dreams that now seemed to be ruling his night life flashed in horrifying sequences over and over. "On a more serious note than our private life, it seems we have a problem to solve team and time is of the essence if we are going to make our deadline. So if you'll excuse me Director my team and I must get back to my work. "
Chuck sat with that being said and watched as the Director's face went from serious to even more serious.
"Alright Dragon, you and your team best make your deadline. When you get some free time, here's a few manuals I need you to get yourself familiarized with," With that, he tossed a stack of spec manuals almost a foot high onto the table.
"Also, make sure all of you get down to the range and get checked out on your shooting. Just because you spend most of the time in the Lab here doesn't mean you get out of the other requirements for this Agency. Dragon, I expect your Field Rating by the end of the week."
Turning briefly towards Barlow, he added, "And keep the private stuff out of the lab Barlow" Barlow responded quickly with an agreement and the team watched as the Director walked away.
"This is not over by a long shot 'Agent Dragon', we will have words later." Barlow went back to work on the opposite side of the lab, he was designing part of the Cryo gun that would be installed, which Chuck would later go over so that he knew everything was working to his specifications.
Lindsey stood close vigilence over Chuck's shoulder as he worked on the project, programming and reprogramming the simulation to different mathmatical equations. After 6 hours of straight work and about 20 or 30 cups of coffee Chuck could hear a sigh from Lindsey followed by her exhausted voice.
"Chuck, I think we need to take a step back and look at this after some food- I am starving." Chuck turned in his chair to face Lindsey who was sitting on one of the lab tables behind him.
"Maybe so, but not right now; I think I am almost close to understanding it... if I walk away now then I might not figure it out. But you go ahead, there is no reason for you to miss a meal just because of my stubborness."
Chuck thought about the days events, the mathmatical equations played over in his head and the question re appeared that she had asked earlier that morning "Are things going to get wierd?" Chuck thought about it for a moment before stopping Lindsey as she exited the lab to get lunch "I don't think things are any wierder, but they have gotten a little better." He flashed her a smile, showing that it was a compliment to last nights events.
Before she could respond Chuck swiveled back around and began plugging the equation back into the simulation, trying to figure out why the mathmatics would not work.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 7, 2005 15:10:38 GMT
Two hours later, and Chuck was still no further along than he was before.
’Great,’ he thought to himself, ‘No matter what combination of alloys I put into this equation, the vibrations from the Anti-Grav units- essential to the suit itself- either shake the whole thing to pieces, or turn inwards, turning the wearer into a scrambled egg. There has to be some way of compensating for the vibrations without compromising the armor needed to protect the person inside…’
He stretched for a moment and turned his eyes away from the computer screen to give them a much-needed rest. Eyeing the stack of Specifications Manuals Jameson had brought in earlier, Chuck flipped through a couple, only half-interested in their contents, his mind still trying to figure out the solution to the problem he was facing.
‘Radio Transceiver Model x-29 Alpha. Sat-Therm Interfacer 62-B. Portable IR/UV Spectrometer goggles. Handheld Electronic Reconnaissance Operations units AX 01 through 32. Model SD-06 Vibranium-Enhanced Assault Rifle Silencer. Geez, this looks like a bunch of communications and other gadgetry manuals… Why would Jameson need me to review these?’ Chuck wondered.
With an audible sigh, he set the entire stack of books off to one side of his desk, so he would remember to take them with him later on in the evening.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him- ‘Wait a sec, Vibranium- Enhanced? That could just be what I need…’
He quickly opened up a search through the Agency’s databases, which came up with:
VIBRANIUM- Unusual non-radioactive metallic isotope most known for it’s innate ability to absorb all manner of vibrational waves, including sound waves. 6 ounces of pure Vibranium is sufficient to deaden all sound within a 10-yard radius area. Vibranium lends itself easily to combination with other metals to form alloys at a sacrifice of it’s effectiveness. *NOTICE* Vibranium is only naturally found in the Central African Nation Wakanda, and supplies are exceptionally limited. See file on Wakanda for more details and availability.
Plugging the data he had retrieved into the equation, Chuck discovered that he would require one and one-half pounds of pure Vibranium to combine into an alloy to optimize the suit and make the Anti-Grav capabilities functional, without it being so overpowering that the wearer would be incapable of speech or hearing. According to his read-out, the suit in operation would be silent as a whisper- a definite plus, albeit not planned in the original schematic.
Now it would just be a matter of getting an acquisition order for the Materials needed... Chuck had already acquired more than enough funding for the project in its original schematic, but to acquire the Vibranium needed would be expensive- very expensive, if at all possible.
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 10, 2005 17:57:14 GMT
Chuck thought for a moment as he thought of a way to break it to the Director on how much Vibranium he was going to need to complete the suit.
'Maybe I could just tell him and he would understand..' the thought of the director screaming 'WHAT!!' entered Chuck's mind in a big way, he backed away from the idea 'Or not, ok so how to do this? Well first I need to tell Lindsey, then maybe she can help with the pitch'
Chuck got up from his seat and left the lab, he straightened his lab coat as he walked towards the employee cafeteria.
He entered and immediately smelled the sweet aroma of the food entering his nostrils, it was not the spaghetti special or the meatloaf surprise that caught his attention though, it was the dessert bar. Filled with all of the yummy treats that he could imagine, cookies, candies, cakes, puddings, they were all there waiting to be eating; calling his name..
"Chuuuuuck, chuuuuuuck....eat me"
Chuck snapped out of his lala land when he realized that it was not the food that was calling to him but rather Lindsey who was now standing beside him...
"Chuck, are you ignoring me?" Chuck did a double take at the dessert bar, he hadn't had anything but coffee all day and it was calling to him with a passion...
"Huh? Uhh, no I just thought you were...sweets..."
"Well, thank you but your still acting funny Chuck Dragon, what’s going on?"
A mixture of things happened at this time, all of the cups of coffee came back to hit him all at once, the dreams re-appeared and the sweets buffet called to him all at once...he flashed into another thought. He saw himself sitting on top of the earth, in one of the same suits as from the dream. In one hand he held a cup of coffee and in the other hand was a bowl of candy...no it wasn't candy it was people. He was eating the people like candy. He watched as he bent his hand towards the bowl and scooped up a large amount of people before he placed them in his mouth he saw Lindsey trying to squirm away from him...
When he snapped back into reality he was laying on the floor and Lindsey was over top of him...
"Oh my god Chuck are you alright? You just fell, I couldn't catch you in time...are you alright? It looks like you bumped your head."
Chuck could see Lindsey reach up and bring back a hand covered in his red blood. He immediately scrambled to his feet, where he began to feel dizzy but kept his composure. He took a couple of deep breaths then addressed Lindsey and the rest of the cafeteria who was now looking at him.
"I am fine, and I am sorry for interrupting your lunch I must be getting back to work"
Chuck could feel the bright red blood rushing to his face as he blushed from embarrassment. He calmly walked from the cafeteria, sort of a sign to his being ok; followed closely by Lindsey.
They walked down the hall towards the directors office in silence until finally Lindsey grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around...
"Ok, I don't know what went on back there, but I do know that I am worried. All of this happening after our date last night. If this is some sort of sign or way of telling me you didn't enjoy me coming over then just tell me" Chuck could tell that she was near tears.
"No Lindsey *hugs her* It is not like that, I enjoyed your presence greatly, its just. Well I have moments of "out of this world" experiences so to speak in which I see things that terrify me. It has nothing to do with you. I think your great." Chuck leaned down and kissed Lindsey, when he pulled away he could see that Lindsey's face was a mixture of happiness and bewilderment "Oh yea, the word great reminds me why I came and got you...I figured out the problem."
Lindsey's face crossed with excitement "That’s great Chuck, what did you do to get it to work? She saw Chuck's face get a very serious look and knew something was up "What’s that look for?"
"Its nothing bad its just, what we need is going to take some heavy convincing on our behalf towards director, now lets get a move on we don't have much time." Chuck and Lindsey moved merrily towards the Director's office at a quickened speed.
Once there they waited for one appointment to finish before entering the directors office.
"Come in, have a seat. What do ya need?" The director lit up a cigar as he spun his chair to face the arriving couple.
Chuck and Lindsey took a seat in front of the director's desk.
"Well sir, I need to a make a supply request. Let me begin by saying that this project is going to be the most elaborate I have worked on to date. Sure I have built small gadgets and helped build larger schematics but this is my first full program schematic that I have ever tried to complete on my own, well with the help of my assistants of course, and as such it is my pride and joy and I want no knob unpolished when I am done..."
The director got a serious look on his face as he pulled the cigar from his mouth "Skip the pleasantries and get to the point. Just what exactly do you need to make this thing work?"
Chuck looked to Lindsey then back to the Director "One and one half pounds of pure Vibranium sir"
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 13, 2005 10:36:34 GMT
“WHAT ?![/color]” Jameson fumed, spewing bits of ash and burning tobacco from his cigar across his desk
“One and a half---? Do you have any freekin’ idea how expensive that would be- IF[/b] we could even get ahold of it??[/color]” Regaining his composure, he wiped the smoldering cigar-bits off his desk onto the marbled floor, stood up and walked over to his large picture-window and looked out over the skyline.
“Your request for the Vibranium at this time is denied, based on the simple fact that no one can get the goddam stuff. I don’t know if you keep up on current events, but Wakanda is currently in the middle of a warzone- practically all of the neighboring countries are trying desperately to get a toe-hold into the region, no doubt looking to boost their own suffering economic statuses by seizing one of the most valuable commodities the area has to offer- your precious Vibranium. I’ll see what I can do through diplomatic channels, but don’t expect much. The current king of Wakanda has quite the reputation for being a hard-nosed prick- He knows he has what many other people want, and he tries to use that to his political advantage. It’ll take weeks to jump through all the hoops just to even get a foot in the door!” He paused for a moment, and then turned and walked back over to his desk. He picked up a folder, leafed through it’s contents briefly, and then continued,
“Do what you can with the suit for the moment, and make sure you get yourselves down to sub-level 7 to test out for your field ratings. I’ll see what I can do from here, talk things over with Ops and look at the possibilities. When I get something, I’ll let you know. If that’s all, then consider yourselves dismissed.”<br> With that, he went back to looking over documents in the stack of folders on his desk.
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 13, 2005 15:51:57 GMT
Chuck stood from the chair and headed for the door, Lindsey was close behind; for the first time today Chuck could smell her perfume, it was going to take a lot of composure on his behalf if she kept wearing such good smelling perfume.
As they exited the office Chuck said goodbye to the secretary and headed back towards the lab. He was going to start looking over cryo gun and circuitry for the suit when he felt a hand go around his waist and saw Lindsey pull herself forward.
"Hey, instead of going back to work I say we go down and get Field Rated then get outta here. What do ya say?"
Once again the scent of her perfume flooded Chucks olfactory sense and he began to get a feeling of warmth that pulsated through his chest then sent shivers down his spine. Of course this was not an outward sign but definitly a sign.
"Alright, that sounds like a plan I could use some relaxation after this morning; I would have suggested sleep but..."
"Of course you would have suggested sleep..." Lindsey shot him a wink then hopped out in front of him with a cheerful manner filled with excitement and energy "What do you say to a movie, our second date; should be more interesting than our first?"
The irony did not surpass Chuck, they had just watched a movie on there first date and he had seen everything at the movie house at least once.
"How about something different than that, how about we..." Chuck paused to add effect and to think of a good alternative "Go play minature golf?" It was the first thing that came to mind as the two scientists moved down the hallway towards the elevater that would take them to Sub Level 7.
"Minature golf? I haven't played that sense I was a kid..sure lets do it, but I get the pink ball"
"Alright its a date, but first we have got to go get field tested for the Director"
"Of couse, then we can take your car and go play minature golf, it'll be a great evening."
Chuck pushed the button that called for the elevator and they waited for it to arrive, once it had arrived they waited for the others to step out then Lindsey stepped in followed shortly by Chuck. Chuck smelled Lindsey's perfume once again in the enclosed environment of the elevator.
"Why did I not notice it last night? Was she wearing it?" Chuck reached forward and hit the button(s) that would take them to sub level 7, it lit up and the elevator jerked into motion.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 14, 2005 7:58:07 GMT
After changing elevators twice, Chuck and Lindsey finally arrived at Sub-Level 7. The tone announced their arrival with an annoyingly loud Bing-boong[/I], and the two of them stood, waiting for the doors to open. But they didn’t. Suddenly, a voice came from behind them, where a second set of doors had silently slid open, saying,
“Agent Dragon. Agent Lohrman. You’re both late. Two months, 6 days, and 5 hours late, to be precise. I do not know why it is TechOps think they are somehow immune to the required routine physical training, but I find it considerably less than amusing.”<br> They turned to see a rather stern-faced middle aged woman, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, with a prominent scar running the length of the left side of her face. She frowned a scowl that seemed quite at home on her face, and continued,
“Ladies lockers are to the left, men’s to the right. You’ll find your PT uniforms already inside. First up for today- routine endurance tests. 2 Mile Run over simulated uneven ground, a very typical field situation. After that, unarmed hand-to-hand against two armed assailants. Then, provided you’re still standing, target practice. No breaks. Let’s see how you lab rats do. Now quit wasting my time and get moving.”<br> Lindsey turned to Chuck, a bit wide-eyed, and said,
“Umm… Maybe we’ll have to postpone that date for another time… I’ll catch up with you later?” Without waiting for a reply, she cast a glance towards the impatient woman trainer and beat a hasty retreat to the women’s locker rooms.
Chuck had the distinct feeling that the faint lingering of her perfume in the air was the last bit of pleasure he was going to have this day…<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 15, 2005 0:40:44 GMT
Chuck watched as Lindsey left into the locker room then looked back to the woman who was not tapping her foot...
"What are you waiting for greeny, get your PT's on!"
Chuck stood amazed at her pure inability to make anything more than a scornful look on her face
"Umm, you told me that the locker rooms were to the right, but failed to mention what locker my PT's were going to be stored in" Chuck got a small grin at the fact that he had proven her to be of lesser intelligence. For the first time he saw her smile, she moved close to him and before he knew it she grabbed him by the ear and tugged him in the direction of the locker room..
"That because agents who are late for PT do not get a locker, you will find your clothes either in the urinal or if your lucky on the floor right outside of it..now get your maximus in there and change" Chuck being pulled by the pain enforce upon him by the lady, whom by now seemed to be satan's sister, entered the locker room reluctantly..
The smell of ammonia, salt, sweat, and strong deoderants filled his nostrils. It seemed his sense of smell was getting quite an assault today.
"Two miles, I can barely run through my living room to get the phone, let alone run two miles. The unarmed combat wouldn't be to bad but after a two mile run, over uneven terrain..This is going to be very difficult"
Chuck found his PT's on the floor, luckily outside of the urinal and quickly dressed, not wanting to face the wrath of the woman for being even more late. Then once he knew he had everything on and was dressed his most comfortable he headed out to face, his day in hell.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 16, 2005 17:38:33 GMT
Passing by a mirror on his way out, Chuck, a bit more self-conscious now, paused for a moment to take assessment of his appearance.
“Oh god, no…” he blurted out. The PT uniform- if it could even be called a uniform left next to nothing to the imagination. The “one size fits all” shorts rode up like Speedos, and the t-shirt was barely a gossamer of cloth. It would seem the entire PT wardrobe hid some sort of insidious plan to humiliate all Agents who hadn’t been thoughtful enough to bring along their own attire…<br> “If Lindsey sees me like this,” He thought to himself, “I can kiss my chances of a second date good-bye…”<br> “You cannot put off the inevitable, Agent Dragon!” came the voice from outside, sending a chill up Chuck’s spine. With an audible sigh, he emerged from the locker room.
The woman trainer snickered slightly as Chuck came out- the first thing resembling a laugh he’d heard from this incarnation of evil. He gained little comfort from it, however, suspecting that, although innocent on the surface, no doubt it hid some evil, sadistic plan behind it.
“Right this way, ‘Chuckie’” she said, leading him into the couch-potato’s torture chamber.
“This is our Treadmill Running Simulation System Mark 7. It has the capability of simulating many different environments, this making it an ideal piece of training equipment. As a side note, ‘special’ Agents like yourself can put in a requisition order for one of these for practicing in your leisure time at home.” She paused for a moment, looking over Chuck’s PT file, and then continued, “Although, it would seem from your records here that it would most likely do nothing more than gather dust in your quarters. Enough of the techno-babble; Get on, and get cracking!”<br> Chuck carefully put on the Bio-Functions Monitor wristband and stepped onto the treadmill. Immediately, it started off, practically throwing him backwards, but fortunately he caught himself and managed to start running.
“Should you be interested… The TRSS7 is enabled with a sort of ‘smart’ software that links directly in to your BFM. It continually keeps things just one step more challenging, to effectively put you to the test.” She paused for a moment, then turned and started to walk away. Over her shoulder, she tossed out,
“Many Field-rated Agents actually consider this to be fun- at least, it’s easier than dodging bullets. But don’t worry, we’ll get to that later…”<br> Chuck thought for sure he was going to die. This was it, the final day of reckoning- and here he was, being done in by a (brilliantly sophisticated, “I wonder what I could do if I took it apart”) piece of exercise equipment. He was sure it had already been days, if not weeks since he started running, and his life was flashing before his eyes…<br> “Five minutes and you have managed to cover exactly one mile. Bravo, bravo.” The woman trainer said sarcastically, suddenly appearing like some nefarious demon-spawn from hell at his side.
“You’re only about a half-mile behind your colleague, Lohrman- although I should add, she’s handling it quite a bit better. She is already up to difficulty level 5, whereas you, cabbage-patch, are at…” She paused for a moment to check the readings, “Level 2. Get a move on- every minute- every second counts in the field.”<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 17, 2005 23:31:16 GMT
Chuck pushed himself harder as he ran his hardest to get the difficulty level up. He could feel the air slowly moving from his lungs to his muscles as his unworked body ached with the desparity of oxygination. He drew his mind away from these aches so that he could subconciously run harder.
'It's not like I care whether a girl beats me but I have got to do my best at least. But when will I ever be in the field? I am a technician, not a field agent. The only thing they will use this information for is to laugh later when they realize that I only got to difficultly number 2'
It wasn't working, even though Chuck had diverted part of his energy to taking his mind off the pain, it still seeped through the cracks and finally exploded with the kind of explosion you see when a Dam slowly begins to leak, small at first untill finally..
"AHHHHH!!!! IT HURTS" Chuck pushed harder, for the first time in his life he was feeling muscles throughout his body instead of just the ones he used to type and think with.
One thought raced through his mind the entire time.. 'How long can I last?'
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 21, 2005 10:11:53 GMT
Seemingly from nowhere, Chuck’s ‘Second Wind’ kicked in. Pushing past the cramp he was developing in his side, he found renewed resources of strength and endurance even he didn’t know he had. After another excruciating five minutes, the TRSS7 wound down to a halt, leaving a panting, sweating, and exhausted Chuck finally in peace. This peace, however, was short-lived.
“Nine minutes and twenty-five seconds. Would you like to know the milliseconds as well, Agent Dragon?” His brief reverie was shattered by satan’s sister, again appearing seemingly from nowhere.
“As means of comparison… Agent Lohrman completed her two-mile in just a tad over seven minutes. For a lab rat, her long-distance endurance is simply remarkable- I have to say, I am duly impressed. Your time, on the other hand… Fairly average for a human. I had expected much better, considering your ET ancestry. I guess we don’t have anything to worry about if relatives come calling…”<br> Chuck did his best to hide his emotions, turning his back to the woman and heading over to the waiting table with the Gatorade cooler. He’d never realized before just how good something like this could taste.
’She’s surprised at my performance… I didn’t even know I had it in me to run a full two miles. I’ve never really had to push myself before- I wonder what all I’m actually capable of? I’ve always just relied on my brains to get by…’ Chuck thought.
“Alright, alright- drink time’s over. Come this way- Now’s your chance to show what you’re really made of- your self-defense opponents are waiting!”<br>
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