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Post by Madclergy on Feb 21, 2005 16:21:35 GMT
"Great, I don't even get a drink in edge wise" Chuck chuckled a bit at his thought joke but stopped when he saw the woman turn around and look at him with glaring eyes..
"Do you think this is funny mister Dragon? This is the kinda stuff that has saved agents lives for over 20 years, and in more situations then your brain could possibly compute" the woman slowly advanced towards him with the menacing look on her face, it was obvious she took her work very, very seriously.
"Brains play no part in this world except to amplify what humans already possess, if it weren't for people like you creating technology; there would be no need for technology."
By this time, the woman had Chuck pressed against the wall, right outside of the door that led to the matted gymnasium where he would be fighting the two men. When she saw the look of brief fear pass over Chuck's face followed by a more permanent feature of fear, she started to back away and enter the room only to spin around and give him one last piece of her mind.
"I have no respect for the science department, it was 'genius' like yours that got my father killed. When I got word that I was getting a techy today I made sure to have my best on staff duty."
Chuck nodded slightly in agreement and watched Lady Satan walk into the room with her clipboard under her arm. He let out a sigh of relief to not be held against the wall, but then his mind returned all that she had said and he got to thinking.
'Did she say that she was going to have her best staff on duty? '
Chuck heard a voice from within, it was Lady Satan and she was laughing, "Come on then, Agent no time to stop now- it's not like the enemy will give you a break in the field!"
Chuck once again felt the fear rush over him as he stepped through the doorway and saw what had to be the definition of the Woman’s laugh, his opposition in the self defense training.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 22, 2005 10:32:02 GMT
Entering the room, Chuck saw two well-built men already inside, adjusting the Velcro straps on the poly-foam hand and foot gear they had on- it appeared that this session would be sparring practice. ’Well, that’s a relief. At least with the sparring gear I don’t have to worry about broken bones…’
“You’ll find your protective gear over there-” The lady instructor said, motioning to a small stand right next to the Gatorade cooler and- could it be?- refreshments. “This first series of tests isn’t designed to kill you, just to see what we have to work with. That doesn’t mean these two guys are going to take it easy on you, though. Good luck- you’ll need it.” With that she exited through another door and made her way to some sort of control room overlooking the practice room. The picture windows separating Chuck from her did nothing to save him from her icy glare, however.
Chuck made his way over to the stand and picked out a set of protective hand, foot, and head gear from the assortment standing there. ’All in green- how appropriate.’ he thought to himself. Turning to his “sparring partners”, he noticed that one was outfitted in red, and the other in blue. They didn’t really seem to be “bad’ guys at all- in fact, Chuck could easily imagine himself under other circumstances, joking and having a few drinks with these fellows. ’After all, we’re on the same side, right?’
The trainer’s voice came over the intercom suddenly, breaking his thought process and concentration.
“I realize that lab rats like you, brussel sprout, aren’t going to find yourself in many situations where you’ll need hand to hand in the lab. But never forget that you are an Agent, and your skills in the lab are only a very small part of things in the bigger picture. Tech specialists are vital in the field to keep a lot of those scientific gizmos you keep churning out functional- and if necessary, to do emergency repairs when time is of the essence. When you guys screw up and the things don’t work-” she broke off her tirade suddenly, and Chuck got the feeling that this was a touchy, personal area for her.
“At any rate. A very classic real-world scenario: Tech guy is doing support in the van- we’re not stupid, we’re not going to send a Techie intentionally into a hostile situation- and his location is compromised. Two guys with ski masks pop open the back of the van- what’s the Techie gonna do? Roll over and die? Not on my watch. If we can’t at least teach you the basics of how to defend yourself, you’ll be nothing more than a grass stain on the pavement. Now, face up, bow, and go!”<br> Chuck took his position turned and faced “red” and “blue” each in turn, returning their bows with his own. At the “Go!” he quickly snapped into a back-pedaling defensive position, an instinctive reaction he was only partially aware he had. It briefly made him wonder what other things were “hardwired” into his brain, and shuddered at the thought of it having any sort of connection with his frequent dreams and nightmares.
Red and blue didn’t waste any time- not that Chuck even expected them to. This was, after all, a test, and he was sure they were going to be just as professional as he was. His mind registered an incoming punch aimed roughly at his jaw from Red on his right, and it seemed Blue had dropped low for a leg sweep.
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 23, 2005 4:08:22 GMT
Chuck saw the attacks coming in his direction, and he knew that he could only block or avoid one of them naturally.
”But which one?” his mind raced with the question of which attack to evade. The battle played over in his mind but finally he chose.
Quickly he jumped over the leg of the man wearing the blue suit of sparring gear. In the process, it seemed to throw off the attack of the red opponent and set him up for an excellent follow through punch to the blue opponent.
As if not to miss a beat the battle continued on, the first round of attacks had been enough to instill a little bit of confidence in Chuck but he knew that he could not keep it up for long, he would have to use every advantage he was presented with. Gauging the attacks of his opponents, Chuck saw that the opponent in Red was going to follow through and punch with his other hand while the Blue opponent was going to use his momentum to go for a back-fist to what would be Chuck’s kidney area.
Chuck's opponents were moving faster than he, and he had to react quickly. Chuck, having put himself in the ultimate position and not wanting to take the chance of not getting another chance, aimed for blue's midsection hoping to knock the wind out of him. The heated battle continued as punches were thrown, Red got the best of Chuck on a lucky punch across the chin.
”Boy am I glad that he is wearing gloves or that might have really hurt” Chuck turned his head back to the blue opponents actions just in time to see the man send a shot just out of reach of Chuck’s ever moving body. Using the opportunity provided Chuck sent a perfectly aimed kick to the man’s mid-section sending him across the room.
The man in red danced around in front of Chuck as if practicing the footwork of an average boxer. ”Good, his confidence is rising.”Chuck thought to himself as he watched the man across the room stand up, recovering from the blow dealt to him.
”If he gets really worked up then a good dodge from me will allow for a well placed strike, at least I will have gotten in a shot on both of them.”
Red threw his punch and Chuck, having gauged well the trajectory of the punch and having the natural agility to move his body quickly, evaded the attackers blow. Then in a hushed tone he said to the man ”Hey man, don’t damage the goods!”.
He could hear from the man, silent words of curse.
From across the room Chuck could hear the muffled voice of the Blue wearing opponent. His voice carried a tone that caused the heat of rage to fire in Chuck’s voice.
”Huh- Not bad- seems I underestimated you!” as if controlled by rage itself Chuck returned quickly,
”"Well we techy's aren't all as weak as the stereotypes!" Immediately after having said it Chuck realized that the comment had been really directed at Lady Satan, not the sparring partner, and felt pretty bad about taking it out on him.
As each of the opponents stared the other down Chuck kept his guard up. Red seemed to still be doing footwork which Chuck knew was leading up to some kind of kick, but in noticing this Chuck failed to pay attention to Blue when he slipped just beyond his field of vision, Chuck’s first mistake of the whole battle.
To counter the ever moving footwork of Red, Chuck decides to aim for the vital area for any fighter- the solar plexus. Chuck generally aimed for the man's stomach area, which seemed to be a vital part of his whole offensive and his punches flew in a way that resembled Americanized boxing. The punch caught the man unaware and sent him staggering backwards, causing his breathing to become complicated.
”Yes! I though that first hit was good, but that one was even better now if I can just keep…” Chuck was unable to finish his mental sentence because suddenly he was moving at an amazing 60 mph towards the Gatorade container and the wall directly beyond. Chuck ran it over in his mind and finally came to the conclusion that he had been blindsided by the opponent in blue. A last ditch bit of Agility sends his gloves up as he hits the wall, the gloves insulated a bit but not enough. Chuck was left dazed on the floor, nearly unconscious from the impact.
Over the Intercom that entered the room Chuck could hear the mumbled voice of Lady Satan. He only made out 2 words from the whole sentence, Session and End. Chuck was relieved, he sat next to the wall and slowly removed the sparring helmet from his head. He thought back over the fight and all of the mistakes that he had made near the end.
”Guess that’s what I get” Chuck sat, disappointed in himself, but at the same time kind of gratified. After all, he didn’t even think he was going to make it through round one.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 23, 2005 11:03:51 GMT
“Not bad for a guy who spends all his time locked up in a lab,” ‘Blue’ said, coming over and giving Chuck a hand-up.
“Just gotta try and remember to watch your back. Rule number one: Always watch your back. What was that style you were using, anyhow? Some kinda JKD?”<br> “Thanks. You know, I’m not really sure-” Chuck started, before being rudely interrupted by the lady trainer’s voice coming over the intercom system.
“Enough chit-chat- this isn’t a social club, gentlemen. Weiss, take Agent Dragon over to the shooting range and get him started. I have a… Situation that I need to attend to immediately. I will be in there to check things out shortly.”<br> Turning to ‘Blue’, Chuck asked, “Is she always so charming?”<br> He laughed and replied, “Actually, you caught her on a good day. Most of the time, she’s downright mean. Well, let’s get you over to the shooting range, Dragon. I’m Weiss, by the way- in case you didn’t catch that before.” He tossed Chuck a fresh towel and meandered over to the Gatorade cooler, grabbing up a cup for himself and downing it in a gulp. He spoke briefly with ‘Red’, and the two clapped each other on the shoulders in parting. ‘Red’ then headed off towards the locker rooms.
“Alright man, grab yourself a couple cups of ‘ade and c’mon. It wouldn’t be good if she-” He motioned back towards the “control room”- “Got there before we do.”<br> Chuck quickly nodded his agreement and hurried up, downing two cups of Gatorade and quickly grabbing two more for the way. Following Weiss down another corridor, they passed by some thick glass windows, where Chuck could see the open area where agents practiced their shooting skills. At the moment things seemed pretty busy- there were several agents, goggles and ear-muff like headgear on, practicing against a variety of different target styles, with as many different types of firearms. Weiss led Chuck around to an open lane.
Shouting over the incessant noise, Weiss said,
“Ok- here’s your protective gear. Go ahead and get yourself registered at the counter back there-” He motioned behind the lanes, where a portly-looking fellow sat, reading a newspaper and calmly smoking a cigarette, apparently unaffected by the noise-level of this mostly-open chamber.
“Once you’ve picked out your piece, hit the ‘1’ button and you’re good to go. You have fired a gun before, right?”<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 23, 2005 12:19:17 GMT
"No..."
"Sure yea yea, its nothin really. Simple mechanics" Weiss nodded his head, grinned then left the shooting chamber.
"Great what have I got myself into? I have never fired a gun before, I've built one sure but never fired it."
The noise was overbearing and Chuck quickly picked up a set of ear muffs before heading over to the registry desk.
"HELLO, MY NAME IS..." before Chuck could finish his sentence the man pushed a clipboard in his direction. Chuck looked down at it and began filling in the desired information.
"Name: Chuck Dragon, Gender: Male, Gun Registry Number:..." it was about this time that the man tossed a gun at Chuck. Quickly Chuck snatched it out of the air, scared that it would go off.
"ARE YOU CRAZY THIS GUN COULD HAVE DISHCHARGED AND KILLED SOMEONE!" The man with another quick motion tossed a clip of ammo at Chuck then sat down and began reading his newspaper and smoking his cigerette again, in spite he sent a puff of smoke right at Chuck's face. It was safe to say that Chuck felt pretty stupid right about now, but that didn't worry him as much as what he saw next to him. A voice could be heard over all the rest of the guns in the room, the voice of terror.
"ARE YOU SLOW OR SOMETHING, COME ON GET THAT GUN REGISTERED LOAD IT AND GET TO FIRING I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY" Chuck quickly got to work on writing the registration number down and then the date and moved towards the actual range.
He positioned himself next to a fine looking agent with red hair, but it didn't matter. Lady Satan soon took stance right next to him and gave him a scowl.
She stood their for the longest time before Chuck finally said "OK I AM READY"
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 23, 2005 15:53:39 GMT
‘How am I supposed to concentrate on shooting with her standing here beside me?? Oh wait- maybe that’s part of her plan- to make me nervous so I screw up…’ Chuck thought to himself.
“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? IT’S NOT GOING TO SHOOT ITSELF!” she screamed right next to him, unnerving him even more.
Chuck reached down and pressed the “1” button, and watched as a panel slid out and a man-shaped silhouette with marked targets for the head and chest snapped itself into position. Not wanting to waste any more time, Chuck slapped the clip into the pistol and snapped the handgun up into position like he’d seen in so many cop-films and other movies, took quick aim, and pulled the trigger.
Click.[/b]
Nothing happened. Thinking perhaps it might be a defect or a design malfunction, Chuck quickly squeezed the trigger three more times.
Click.Click Click.[/b]
“YOU STILL HAVE THE SAFETY ON!!” Lady Satan screamed, causing Chuck to jump slightly. He lowered the handgun and quickly pressed one of the buttons on the side. To his surprise, the clip flew out of the bottom and clattered across the floor.
“CAN’T YOU LAB RATS DO ANYTHING RIGHT??” she shrieked, snatching the pistol out of Chuck’s hands. She quickly grabbed up the clip, slapped it into the bottom of the pistol, flipped a small switch near the trigger and fired off five rounds into the target.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
Four shots to the chest, and one perfectly placed to the center of the head. With the barrel still pointed down-range, she handed the handgun back to Chuck and pushed the “1” button again. A new target like the first swung into place.
“FINISH OFF THIS CLIP AND MAKE IT SNAPPY- YOU STILL HAVE SHOTGUN AND ASSAULT RIFLE TO TEST OUT OF!”<br> Chuck took a deep breath and swallowed hard. For a brief second, his thoughts drifted to Lindsey. Glancing quickly to his sides, he noticed that she wasn’t anywhere in this room, although he was pretty sure this was the only range the Agency had at this branch. He found himself lost for a moment- but just a moment- wondering if everything was all right with her, and hoping the “situation” Devil Woman had to attend to didn’t somehow involve Ms. Lohrman.
BLAM… BLAM… BLAM… BLAM… Click.
A total of nine shots- five the trainer had used, and four Chuck fired. The clip was empty. Chuck had aimed all of them at the torso area on the target, since it seemed to be the largest and he figured statistically the easier of the two locations to hit. The trainer pushed a button and the silhouette jerked to life, coming directly towards them. Chuck could see 3 bullet holes on the target, all in the chest area, two directly where the heart would be, and one about two inches above and to the left.
“WHERE’D THE FOURTH SHOT HIT?” Chuck asked, turning to the trainer. Without saying a word, she pushed another button bringing the target even closer, and then she pointed to the upper-right hand corner of the target. There, Chuck could see what looked like a slight nick in the wood.
“IT DIDN'T- YOU MISSED. BUT 75% IS STILL PASSING.”<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 23, 2005 21:49:20 GMT
"Whew..At least I passed, I can't believe I didn't know that the safety was on, that is so embarrassing." Lady Satan took down the target and handed it to Chuck, still screaming above the firing range he heard her say
"Here hang this on your wall in pride, be glad that you even hit the target."
Lady Satan left his side and he finally relaxed, it hadn't been exactly a compliment but it was at least nicer than normal. She went back to counter and exchanged the pistol for a much heavier, longer weapon.
Lady Satan stepped up to the line with chuck and handed him the shotgun. She pointed back to the safety and then to the cartridges. Then with a scream she yelled to Chuck.
"ITS ALREADY LOADED, HERE ARE SOME MORE CARTRIDGES, MAKE SURE YOU DON'T KILL SOMEONE AND GET TO WORK ON THAT TARGET DOWN THERE" Lady Satan handed Chuck the extra cartridges and pointed down the range.
Chuck thought about asking where she was going but then he thought better of it, and allowed himself simply to be relieved that she wasn't screaming in his ear any longer.
Chuck aimed the gun down the range at a target about 25 feet away. He pulled the trigger and the gun discharged a blast BLAM that peppered the targets right shoulder area with tiny holes. The back kick of the gun took Chuck by storm and knocked him back a step. Lady Satan watched the whole event and was now gingerly laughing alongside another agent who were both somewhat giggling at Chuck's lack of endurance.
Chuck aimed again this time a little bit further down and to the left. He pulled the Trigger BLAM the back kick happened again but this time Chuck was ready, he held firm and the shot seemed to hit the Target in the head.
'Hmm that's strange- I was aiming for the chest area' by this time Lady Satan was already heading Chuck's way. He readied himself for another onslaught.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 24, 2005 7:52:11 GMT
“HOW YA DOIN’ MAN?” Chuck was startled by Weiss, appearing again at his other side.
“YOU’RE PULLING TO THE RIGHT- TRY AND COMPENSATE BY AIMING A BIT MORE TO THE LEFT AND DOWN. ALL THEY’RE LOOKING FOR WITH THE SHOTGUN IS WHERE YOU HIT THE TARGET- GO FOR THE CHEST, NOT THE HEAD!”<br> “DON’T YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BE, AGENT WEISS?” The lady trainer suddenly said, appearing at Chuck’s other side.
“ACTUALLY, NO; I THOUGHT I’D HANG OUT HERE FOR AWHILE.”<br> “THEN STAY OUT OF THE WAY!”<br> ‘Sheesh, these folks have issues… Chuck thought, again taking careful aim at the target down-range. At least with Weiss here, Lady Satan seemed a bit more “contained”- probably a good thing. Keeping his advice in mind, Chuck tried to compensate for the shotgun’s kick and pull by adjusting his aim. He placed the stock up to his shoulder and carefully pulled the trigger.
BLAM
A decent shot, pretty much in the Torso, but not dead center where he’d wanted…<br> BLAM
This time he nailed it, a bull’s-eye.
“OK, OK, YOU’RE DONE WITH THE SHOTGUN.” The lady trainer shot an icy glance in Weiss’s direction, who just stood there somewhat grinning. Taking the Shotgun from Chuck, she whirled around and headed back to the counter.
“Next up will probably be the M-16. They usually go for that right after the Shotgun, to see if you can adapt. On this one, you want to aim for the chest area again. It’s going to pull a little like the Shotgun, but it doesn’t have half as much kick. It’s not gonna matter as much where you hit it as long as you hit the target and don’t completely jerk to the side.”<br> Sure enough, she returned with an assault rifle in the hand. Slapping in a longer clip, she thrust it in Chuck’s direction.
“Well, what are you waiting for? A hand-written invitation??”<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Feb 25, 2005 22:38:39 GMT
"No, no.."
Chuck pulled the M-16 from her hands, he could feel the weight bearing down on his shoulder which was now sore from the Shotgun's kick.
Keeping in mind that the M-16 tip that Weiss had once again given him, Chuck made sure to compensate for the gun's draw. Unfortunatly he compensated to much, and not enough for the fact that it was going to fire a blast of bullets instead of just one.
The steady stream sound of "ratta tatta" could be heard as Chuck pulled the trigger and he was sure he had easily squeezed off 50 or 60 rounds in the general direction of the ceiling, of course the protective plating stopped it from doing any real damage. He struggled to stop the gun from firing, he was panicking and he knew it but for some reason the vibration of the guns constant fire was keeping his finger on the trigger.
Quickly in response to the steady stream Lady Satan grabbed Chuck's hand while Weiss pulled the gun away from his hands. Chuck stumbled backwards and nearly fell but steadied himself using the booth walls. As he pulled himself together he realized that their was a loud roar of laughing around him coming from everyone who had seen. In the process of steadying his nerves and dealing with the laughter around him he glanced down at the target, he noticed that their was a steady line going across the chest of the Target.
"Well at least I hit the target, now just laugh it off and get back to shooting, memo to self hold the gun more firmly, and make a less vibratory one when I get free time."
Chuck entered reality once more and began laughing, but he quickly noticed that he was the only one laughing. Lady Satan shot him a glance of wierdness and motioned for him to move back up to the line. Chuck could feel the blood rushing to his head and he turned a deep green.
"TRY AGAIN MISTER JOLLY GREEN!" She said, slapping in another clip to replace the one he had just emptied.
Chuck held the gun firm and aimed it. He applied just the right amount of pressure to igniate the firing mechanism. He watched as in slow motion as the burst of bullets zoomed to their targets down the range.
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Post by Tomahawk on Feb 28, 2005 10:57:01 GMT
spak-spak-spak-spak-spak
This time, Chuck had the M-16 set on bursts, but it didn’t seem to help much. Another roar of laughter from the gathered agents- now taking quite a bit of interest in Chuck’s performance- confirmed what he feared before he even looked downrange. Sure enough, there stood his newly- positioned silhouette target, in pristine, untouched condition. A trail of marks across the floor let Chuck know where exactly the shots he’d let loose had landed.
“Hey, look everybody- We’ve got ourselves a mole-hunter!”<br> More bouts of laughter helped to steel Chuck’s resolve to not only hit this target, but to annihilate it. He felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment rising up within him. The only good thing about all of this was the fact that Lindsey wasn’t here to witness it; But then again, where was she?
“Is that the best you can do, Dragon? Maybe you’re better off kept in the lab- we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself!”<br> That was it. The last straw. Chuck had had more than his fill of harassment and embarrassment for one day. Jerking the M-16 into firing position, he let loose another barrage of bullets.
Brrraaappp!
The barrel erupted in a brief flash of fire, sending a burst of rounds sailing towards that target on the other end of the room. In disbelief, Chuck watched as the burst laid out a distinct pattern, dead-center in the target.
Gaining a sudden bit of confidence, Chuck quickly squeezed the trigger, determined to really let this thing have it.
chik-chik-clik
Confused, Chuck looked back towards any familiar face for an explanation as to what had just happened with the rifle, and his eyes landed on Weiss, who caught his expression and silently mouthed the words,
“it’s jammed.”<br>
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Post by Madclergy on Mar 3, 2005 0:10:36 GMT
Chuck was really getting irritated.
'Why must everything break when I want it to work.'
Quickly Chuck took the gun apart to try and fix the jam, he had never taken this particular model apart but..
'..God help me I am going to get this right, I am tired of being laughed at. I could probably run circles around these people in a race to build..well anything. It makes me angry the amount of Hatred humans have towards people outside their own kind. Didn't they get the memo that my DNA is almost exactly like theirs....only .5% difference, in a positive direction no less.'
Quickly enough Chuck was shoving the clip back into the gun and pointing it down the range. He was hopeful that his success in fixing the gun was going to be enough to get Lady Satan off his back for good, afterall he had done something many might not have been able to do in such a stressful situation.
Chuck aimed as he done before and allowed a burst fire shot to stream down the range towards the target. He could still feel the anger of his thoughts before, flowing through his veins like lava through a volcanoe tunnel.
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Post by Tomahawk on Mar 3, 2005 15:22:59 GMT
Chuck watched in dismay as the burst of bullets once again completely missed their target. By this time, no one was really paying much attention to him, having gone back to their own practice-shooting- No one, that is, except the trainer who’d been tormenting Chuck the whole day. Or at least, what had felt like the whole day- even though it had only been a matter of hours.
“Give me that thing before you hurt yourself!” she snapped, snatching the M-16 swiftly from Chuck’s surprised hands and then walking briskly back to the counter. “If you keep up like this, someone’s going to get killed. You’re done with shooting for today!”<br> “Hey man, don’t let Miss Sourpuss get to you,” Weiss said, coming over and handing Chuck a bottle of Gatorade. “Everybody has it rough their first time. This is your first time, too- isn’t it?”<br> “Well, I’ve held guns before in the lab… But yeah, hadn’t ever shot any until today…”<br> “Don’t sweat it- I’m pretty sure that one shot of yours should be good enough to get you past this eval. We hardly ever use the M-16’s out in the field, but knowing how to fire one sure comes in handy. Now this-” He un-holstered a sidearm from his hip, and held it up, “gets used a lot. Standard- issue Plasma Beam Handgun.”<br> He stepped to one side, took careful aim, and let loose a burst of energy which left a smoking hole in the center of the target.
“No kick, as accurate as you are, and treats flak-jackets like they aren’t even there. Only problem is, you only get about eight to ten shots if you’re lucky before the battery pack’s toast. They really need to work on developing a stronger battery for these things. But hey, you take it easy man, alright? Don’t let this stuff get you down!”<br> He waved and started off down the corridor, back towards the sparring-chambers. Less than a moment later, the lady trainer had returned. Giving Chuck a scowl, she said,
“Ok, you’re done for now. Go get yourself showered and cleaned up. I’ll finish up this report and get it to Jameson; He’ll probably want to see you later this afternoon, so make an appointment for review. Now get moving- I’ve got to attend to… another situation. An emergency that’s come up. Now, get out of my sight- Dismissed!”<br> The word “dismissed” never sounded sweeter to Chuck’s ears. He didn’t need any coaxing to leave the shooting range, and fortunately he remembered how to navigate these back hallways back to the locker rooms. Upon arriving, he found his things exactly as he’d left them, and it appeared as though he had the showers and everything to himself.
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Post by Madclergy on Mar 7, 2005 21:47:02 GMT
Chuck immediatly hopped into the shower stall, he was going to need more than a few minutes washing off all of the spit that had covered him from Lady Satan's insistant yelling.
'I wonder what the emergency was? The only other person that I know of that she was dealing with was....'
Ten minutes into the young aliens bath he was jumping from the stall and heading fast to get to his clothes, not caring of modesty or any other human nature.
'Please let this be somebody else'
Chuck put on his pants then his shirt and finally his shoes not bothering to re tie them, but rather opting to just slide them on. He ran from the locker room like a bat out of hell, straining the already hurt muscles of his legs from the earlier exhaustion.
At one point he entertained the thought that there was someone behind the door to the locker room and when he had bursted through it he had hurt them, but it was a wild thought.
'The chances of that happening are...slim to none..I hope' Chuck ran as fast as he could to try and find Lady Satan and as well Lindsey, he hoped the emergency did not pertain to her but as well he wanted to be there if it did.
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Post by Tomahawk on Mar 7, 2005 22:35:52 GMT
Chuck streaked through the hallways on this level, searching for the lady trainer, or Lindsey, or both. All the while his mind was racing with a thousand different thoughts, projecting and hypothesizing about potential situations, as well as simultaneously calculating the probability of said situations actually being reality…<br> ’Sheesh, what am I thinking? I don’t know my way around this level- I’ve never even been here before today…
It did not take him long to realize that the corridors he was now seeing he had seen mere moments before; in his haste and hurry, he was running about in circles. Coming around a bend, he caught sight of the lady trainer entering into an elevator, and he called out for her to stop.
“Is there something I can do for you, Agent Dragon? Or are you already ready for another go?” She replied to his hail, voice as icy as an arctic wind and with just as much friendliness as he’d come to expect from one whose job it was to push young agents and trainees to their limits, physically and mentally.
“Yes- you said something about an emergency before, and now I can’t find Lindsey… I mean, Agent Lohrman, and I was just hoping… I mean, wondering…”<br> “You do not have clearance to access that information.” She responded, cutting him off mid-sentence and fixing a stern, tight-lipped stony composure upon her already unfriendly face.
“Clearance? What does this have to do with Clearance? I’ve got Level 3 Security clearance, and Agent Lohrman is my…” Chuck sputtered, trying to get a grasp on the situation while at the same time trying to figure out what exactly was happening here.
“As I said before, you do not have clearance to access that information. I’m truly sorry, Agent Dragon,” She replied again, with a faint tinge of sympathy in her voice, “But I am afraid there is a situation that has come up involving your former lab assistant which I am not authorized to discuss. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”<br> With that, she pushed one of the buttons inside the elevator, and the doors began to close.
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Post by Madclergy on Mar 9, 2005 21:38:24 GMT
For now the second time in this day Chuck felt absolutely helpless, the first time being when he was tossed like a rag doll across the room into the wall earlier during HtH practice.
Chuck watched the Elevator as it closed completely, he was left looking at a grey metal door that led to the void on the other side. Void only because he could do nothing.
'Former? What did she mean by that? Oh my, what could I have stumbled onto in my passion. She couldn't be...could she? What would make it so important that level 3 clearence wouldn't allow me to..'
Chuck walked back to the locker room, the entire time he muttered under his breath.
'I wonder if she was just removed from my partner, or from my life? Do they have that power?' something deep inside hurt as he answered his own question 'They are the government, sure they have the power'
Chuck grabbed the rest of his stuff from the locker room before heading back to the elevator that he had came down on. He entered, he was in the elevator alone, and he took the opportunity to let out a large breath.
'Well, I guess it is back to the lab. I just hope things reveal themselves in time.' As much as Chuck wanted to know why, he knew that with as much security the Agency had he would only be wasting his time. So instead he headed back to the lab where he planned on working on the rest of the projects until it was time to retire to bed for the night.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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