I Dont Own the Show... if anything I came up with the Oc... Ok? Ok! :D
Do not send me reviews about fixing my grammar and punctuation, I'm doing my best with the basics! If it's a very obvious typo That I've stupidly missed then please tell me! But be positive, if you got a idea of what can happen as a short Drabble in the story or something huge tell me! ((Don't know if I really got a plot going or something))
It was a cold dark evening in the Arctic. Three trained specialist, with thermoses of steaming hot cocoa were looking through a telescope up at the sky, the stars and more importantly the Aurora Borealis. They stood before their research station watching the shining lights and recording important observations and data with their equipment. Then streaks of lights passed across the sky and the specialist awed at what they believed was shooting stars.
For miles and miles there was nothing but the stark white snow and the hard, durable and slippery ice with small signs of animal tracks from penguins. But no creatures were near the research station and at the moment, no one was around for miles and miles, possibly days away. And then, a striking white flash moved across the sky, growing bigger and bigger as it came closer to Earth, being drawn by the gravitational pull.
"What's that?" One of them asks pointing up towards the sky. The white flash grew bigger and bigger taking on a slight appearance of flames.
A cry of panic rose among the three people and they grabbed all the equipment their arms could carry and fled the area running for their lives. The white flash was soon falling faster, a white hot glow illuminating all their faces and was reflected brightly by the icy terrain. Gravity brought the object down without any drag to slow it down, it crashed into the ice with a sickening crash and crack, the ice cracking under the weight, thin and long stretching out for several inches. The force sent the three specialist hurtling into a large snow drift sputtering out snow as they sit up to look at it. Peering into the dark, the Aurora Borealis now gone, they see only a large ovular mass sticking up in the air, no obvious sign of what it was.
"Is it a meteor?"
"Too round and smooth looking" Another answered the question. They all hesitantly stepped forward and then stopped. One takes out a cell phone and starts to dial a number.
"Who are you calling?"
"The FBI?" A second asks
"No?"
"The President?"
"Nope...Stragetic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistic Division also known as SHIELD"
Yes I know, short but please...I really wanted to dedicated this chapter as the event of what the team is looking at...please give chapter two a chance