A Heavenly Elegy: Session 2: N00B Beware!
Chapter 1...
In a janitors broom closets with mops, buckets and bottles of toxic cleaning supplies, a 300 pound man with 1/2 inch thick glasses, freckles all over his face and frazzled red hair sat hunched over a laptop. He had headphones over his ears, and his head kept bobbing up and down in rhythm to some kind of music.
"Go monkey Go!" he said out of nowhere as he continued to play his computer game.
On the monitor, a monkey in a giant ball rolled along a giant pinball-looking landscape. The man was rolling along a very narrow strip of land, when he slipped and fell into the chasm.
"NOOOO, THAT WAS LEVEL 75!" he yelled to himself.
Out of frustration he yelled, "DIE MONKEY DIE!" and purposely killed off his remaining lives.
The man snapped out of his monkey killing state at the sound of his watch alarm. He looked at his watch, pulled his headphones from the laptop and put them in a listening device that was attached to the wall.
"The meeting should begin soon," he said, hovering his hands over the keyboard.
He listened carefully and started typing the conversations going on in the other room.
"Ooohh, these Cobras have a lot of little white lies don't they. Hehehe."
All of a sudden, he stopped typing. His mouth hung open at what he was hearing on the other side.
"Oh my God. VB4000. This is huge! I have to let the Black Hawks know right away."
He again started typing, this time sounding out everything he typed to make sure it sounded right.
"'This is Nick P., code named Falco. I have heard some very exciting news that has to be transferred right away. However, I think these damn Cobras' are catching on to me. I request a return to Black Hawk HQ so I can relay this message personally, and to save my own skin.
Falco out'
Hmm... Yeah, that's sounds good. Ok, hit send and it's done. Man, this is going to be huge."
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In the large and elaborate room at the top of the Muscle Skyscraper, Matt Vines sat at his desk looking over a pile of papers in silence. The silence was broken with a buzz.
"What is it Debbie?"
"Mr. Scott Jones is here to see you sir."
A small smile came to Matt's face as he said, "Yes, of course, send him in."
The doors swung open and Scott walked inside. Matt immediately got up from his chair and said, "The Big Chief, Scott Jones. How are things?"
Matt extended his hand for a handshake; Scott ignored it and said, "Fine. Things are just fine. What did you need me for, sir."
"You really need to loosen up, Scott," Matt said walking back to his chair.
"We've got a slight problem," Matt said.
He searched his desk for a folder and slid it over to Scott. Scott grabbed it, and opened it up to the picture of a freckled face nerd.
"His name is Nick P., coded named Falco. He has been working undercover at the Cobras for quite some time. He is a computer genius and his been quite helpful. However, the Cobras are starting to catch on to him, and I got an e-mail today. He has apparently found something big, and requested an end to the undercover operation."
Scott closed the folder and said, "Why haven't I ever heard of this little operation?"
"Operation Stardust has been going on for many years, besides, only a few of the top brass know about this guy."
Scott tossed the folder back to Matt and walked away.
"I've got this one in my back pocket, sir. I'll see you in about 2 hours."
"Scott! Wait!"
Scott turned his head and said, "Yes?"
"I don't want you running in there blowing everything up. We do have to keep at least one of the people in that building alive."
A look of disappointment came over Scott's face.
"Here is what you will do, Scott. Falco is going to make up some excuse to go down to ISSP headquarters. You will go in there dressed as an ISSP officer, take him to a car that is waiting outside of the building. Another ISSP officer that will be in the car will drive you two away. Safe and sound. No blood spread at all."
Scott's face showed his dissatisfaction with the plan.
"You know sir, that sounds good and all, but can't I at least..."
Matt interrupted, "No Scott, you can't."
"Can I..."
"And no, you can't carry a gun."
"Can..."
"No, no you can't use the car to ram the Cobras entrance."
"C..."
"No, you can't kill any member of Cobra on this mission."
"I think you know me a little to well."
"Unfortunately, I do."
There was an odd silence in the room.
Matt broke the silence, "Do you understand your mission?"
"Yes sir." Scott said almost rolling his eyes as he walked away.
"One more thing, Scott."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"This Nick guy is really into something called anime. Just a fun fact for you."
Scott raised an eyebrow and said, "Fun Fact? Some how I think this is going to be a very annoying mission.
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"You want me to do what?" John yelled.
Half of the customers at Martha turned to the screaming ISSP agent.
"Calm down John. I just need someone from ISSP to act sort of as a chauffer."
John gathered himself and said, "Why the hell should I help you?"
"Because this guy were rescuing knows a lot about the Cobras. Some the information he knows could help you out..."
This caught John's attention. He leaned back in his seat and thought over the offer. He opened his eyes with a grin across his face and nodded.
"Great. I knew you would help me out, John. Now do you want to wear the little chauffeur's cap or not?"
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John's StarW hummed along the streets, barely making a sound.
"Tell me again why I'm wearing this stupid chauffeur's cap," John asked.
"We flipped a coin to see who would pay the bill. You lost, so you said double or nothing and lost again. Well, that little hat is the double."
John groaned, "And remind me why my new nickname is Cecil?"
"Because that's a chauffeur's name."
John groaned again, "It really wasn't worth it."
"That's why you shouldn't gamble my friend."
The patrol car continued to hum its way down the streets and sidewalks till it came to a skyscraper at the corner.
Scott looked out the window, and said, "Ok, this is it. Stop the car... Cecil."
John grumbled at his new nickname and slammed the brakes sending Scott's head into the dashboard.
"Touché, Cecil," Scott said, his voice muffled by the car.
John was grinning ear to ear.
Scott unstuck his head from the dashboard and said, "I'll be back in ten to fifteen minutes."
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Scott walked through the hallways of Cobras HQ, doing his best to blend in. He made sure to look at every person and every door with only a casual glance, nothing that would make him to suspicious.
Scott found the room that Nick P. stayed in and knocked on the door.
"Knock knock," a voice from inside said.
Scott looked around to see if anyone was going to watch him answer the stupid question. No one was around so he answered, "Who's there."
"Hehehe, I AM. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"Uhh...."
"Does your heart burn with the flames of Charmander?"
"Uhh... yeah. Sure it does. Anyway, Falco, your ride to ISSP is here."
The door immediately swung open and a fat man with 1/2 inch thick glasses and wide opened eyes were at the door.
"Ooohh, it was you. Hehehe. Sorry about the knock-knock joke, just testing."
"Right, okay then, lets get going."
"I will follow you anywhere, Fox."
"What?"
"Or would you prefer to be Mario and I be Luigi?"
"Huh?"
"Jax and Daxter"
"Uh..."
"Bowser and Baby Bowser. Wario and WaLuigi. Ratchet and Clank. Sonic and Tails. Batman and Robin. Goku and Krillin. Homer and Bart. Robert and Ebert. Murphy and Sparks. Birdman and Peanut. Meatwad and Frylock. Screw Shake."
"Stop!"
"Or how about you be Link and I am the trusty fairy, Tingle!"
"Right, sure, whatever. Let's just go..."
End of Chapter 1....
Chapter 1...
In a janitors broom closets with mops, buckets and bottles of toxic cleaning supplies, a 300 pound man with 1/2 inch thick glasses, freckles all over his face and frazzled red hair sat hunched over a laptop. He had headphones over his ears, and his head kept bobbing up and down in rhythm to some kind of music.
"Go monkey Go!" he said out of nowhere as he continued to play his computer game.
On the monitor, a monkey in a giant ball rolled along a giant pinball-looking landscape. The man was rolling along a very narrow strip of land, when he slipped and fell into the chasm.
"NOOOO, THAT WAS LEVEL 75!" he yelled to himself.
Out of frustration he yelled, "DIE MONKEY DIE!" and purposely killed off his remaining lives.
The man snapped out of his monkey killing state at the sound of his watch alarm. He looked at his watch, pulled his headphones from the laptop and put them in a listening device that was attached to the wall.
"The meeting should begin soon," he said, hovering his hands over the keyboard.
He listened carefully and started typing the conversations going on in the other room.
"Ooohh, these Cobras have a lot of little white lies don't they. Hehehe."
All of a sudden, he stopped typing. His mouth hung open at what he was hearing on the other side.
"Oh my God. VB4000. This is huge! I have to let the Black Hawks know right away."
He again started typing, this time sounding out everything he typed to make sure it sounded right.
"'This is Nick P., code named Falco. I have heard some very exciting news that has to be transferred right away. However, I think these damn Cobras' are catching on to me. I request a return to Black Hawk HQ so I can relay this message personally, and to save my own skin.
Falco out'
Hmm... Yeah, that's sounds good. Ok, hit send and it's done. Man, this is going to be huge."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the large and elaborate room at the top of the Muscle Skyscraper, Matt Vines sat at his desk looking over a pile of papers in silence. The silence was broken with a buzz.
"What is it Debbie?"
"Mr. Scott Jones is here to see you sir."
A small smile came to Matt's face as he said, "Yes, of course, send him in."
The doors swung open and Scott walked inside. Matt immediately got up from his chair and said, "The Big Chief, Scott Jones. How are things?"
Matt extended his hand for a handshake; Scott ignored it and said, "Fine. Things are just fine. What did you need me for, sir."
"You really need to loosen up, Scott," Matt said walking back to his chair.
"We've got a slight problem," Matt said.
He searched his desk for a folder and slid it over to Scott. Scott grabbed it, and opened it up to the picture of a freckled face nerd.
"His name is Nick P., coded named Falco. He has been working undercover at the Cobras for quite some time. He is a computer genius and his been quite helpful. However, the Cobras are starting to catch on to him, and I got an e-mail today. He has apparently found something big, and requested an end to the undercover operation."
Scott closed the folder and said, "Why haven't I ever heard of this little operation?"
"Operation Stardust has been going on for many years, besides, only a few of the top brass know about this guy."
Scott tossed the folder back to Matt and walked away.
"I've got this one in my back pocket, sir. I'll see you in about 2 hours."
"Scott! Wait!"
Scott turned his head and said, "Yes?"
"I don't want you running in there blowing everything up. We do have to keep at least one of the people in that building alive."
A look of disappointment came over Scott's face.
"Here is what you will do, Scott. Falco is going to make up some excuse to go down to ISSP headquarters. You will go in there dressed as an ISSP officer, take him to a car that is waiting outside of the building. Another ISSP officer that will be in the car will drive you two away. Safe and sound. No blood spread at all."
Scott's face showed his dissatisfaction with the plan.
"You know sir, that sounds good and all, but can't I at least..."
Matt interrupted, "No Scott, you can't."
"Can I..."
"And no, you can't carry a gun."
"Can..."
"No, no you can't use the car to ram the Cobras entrance."
"C..."
"No, you can't kill any member of Cobra on this mission."
"I think you know me a little to well."
"Unfortunately, I do."
There was an odd silence in the room.
Matt broke the silence, "Do you understand your mission?"
"Yes sir." Scott said almost rolling his eyes as he walked away.
"One more thing, Scott."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"This Nick guy is really into something called anime. Just a fun fact for you."
Scott raised an eyebrow and said, "Fun Fact? Some how I think this is going to be a very annoying mission.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You want me to do what?" John yelled.
Half of the customers at Martha turned to the screaming ISSP agent.
"Calm down John. I just need someone from ISSP to act sort of as a chauffer."
John gathered himself and said, "Why the hell should I help you?"
"Because this guy were rescuing knows a lot about the Cobras. Some the information he knows could help you out..."
This caught John's attention. He leaned back in his seat and thought over the offer. He opened his eyes with a grin across his face and nodded.
"Great. I knew you would help me out, John. Now do you want to wear the little chauffeur's cap or not?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
John's StarW hummed along the streets, barely making a sound.
"Tell me again why I'm wearing this stupid chauffeur's cap," John asked.
"We flipped a coin to see who would pay the bill. You lost, so you said double or nothing and lost again. Well, that little hat is the double."
John groaned, "And remind me why my new nickname is Cecil?"
"Because that's a chauffeur's name."
John groaned again, "It really wasn't worth it."
"That's why you shouldn't gamble my friend."
The patrol car continued to hum its way down the streets and sidewalks till it came to a skyscraper at the corner.
Scott looked out the window, and said, "Ok, this is it. Stop the car... Cecil."
John grumbled at his new nickname and slammed the brakes sending Scott's head into the dashboard.
"Touché, Cecil," Scott said, his voice muffled by the car.
John was grinning ear to ear.
Scott unstuck his head from the dashboard and said, "I'll be back in ten to fifteen minutes."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scott walked through the hallways of Cobras HQ, doing his best to blend in. He made sure to look at every person and every door with only a casual glance, nothing that would make him to suspicious.
Scott found the room that Nick P. stayed in and knocked on the door.
"Knock knock," a voice from inside said.
Scott looked around to see if anyone was going to watch him answer the stupid question. No one was around so he answered, "Who's there."
"Hehehe, I AM. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"Uhh...."
"Does your heart burn with the flames of Charmander?"
"Uhh... yeah. Sure it does. Anyway, Falco, your ride to ISSP is here."
The door immediately swung open and a fat man with 1/2 inch thick glasses and wide opened eyes were at the door.
"Ooohh, it was you. Hehehe. Sorry about the knock-knock joke, just testing."
"Right, okay then, lets get going."
"I will follow you anywhere, Fox."
"What?"
"Or would you prefer to be Mario and I be Luigi?"
"Huh?"
"Jax and Daxter"
"Uh..."
"Bowser and Baby Bowser. Wario and WaLuigi. Ratchet and Clank. Sonic and Tails. Batman and Robin. Goku and Krillin. Homer and Bart. Robert and Ebert. Murphy and Sparks. Birdman and Peanut. Meatwad and Frylock. Screw Shake."
"Stop!"
"Or how about you be Link and I am the trusty fairy, Tingle!"
"Right, sure, whatever. Let's just go..."
End of Chapter 1....