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Momentous Mistakes

The conference room of the president was crowded with people. On every seat on the table was sitting someone from the presidents staff. General W.R. Monger stood on its head – if there possibly could be a head on a round table – waiting for the president. And then he came, walking with light swinging steps almost cheerfully dancing.

„Everyone, let´s welcome my new chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff." he said. „General W.R. Monger!"

„Thank you Mr. President." Monger said. „What a great way to celebrate my 90th birthday."

„Very good Warren." the president said and clapped his hands singing: „Lets get it started in here." Then he pointed at a small man with glasses over the table. „Nerd?"

The man stood up and started to give everybody a file.

„Gentlemen, I have assembled a preliminary budget estimate for the rebuilding of San Francisco." he said.

When the president got his file he lifted his glasses looking at it as if it would be something very repulsive.

„Zoinkers." he said. „This is going to be a boring one. Good time for a cup of joe. Warren, how do you take it?" he asked Monger.

„Hit me with a double venti organic chocolate brownie caramel Frappuccino, extra hot, with one inch of foam … non-fat."

The president stood up and walked over to the wall with the two red buttons with his energetic swinging walk. „You got it! Black it is!" he said wide smiling and pushed the left button. Everybody jumped up, screaming for him not to do it but it was too late. The lights went off and the alarm went on.

„My God, man!" Monger yelled. „What have you done?"

For a moment the presidents looked very upset. But then he was back in his old, everything-can-be-handled-if-you-have-enough-money-shape and said: „Time to wave the white flag and head for the bunker. Boys, let´s check on the situation in 500 years. Who want´s to freeze my head?"

Monger groaned in exasperation and took out his cell phone. „Give me a minute." he said. „I´ll handle that."

Exactly ten minutes later he was back in the air and heading for Nevada, where he would catch up with his team, the M.O.-1. The name was given very fast (as usual) after the incident with Escargantua in France, to make the whole thing really official. That was now three months ago and the M.O.-1 had reached a certain fame all over the world. It was a fortune that still no one knew where the facility was located, so they were safe from reporters and overactive fans. Today it was also a good thing for public safety, because no one could really know where the missiles would fly.

Monger called in again asking for constant reports. His men told him that Dr. Cockroach was already working on the system of the missiles to deactivate their starting codes and to change the course of them what had already started. Ginormica, Link and the others were waiting on a landing field near Las Vegas just in case he would not be able to stop them all. When Monger´s flier arrived, he found them standing there in a line, watching the sky banned. They turned to him when they heard his plane landing and faced the sky again as soon as he was with them.

„Status." he asked.

„The Doc is working on it but we´re not sure if he´s gonna make it." Link told him with a short salut. „There are far too much of them in the air."

„There are many of them." Dr. Cockroach chipped in over the radio. „But I´m better."

„Were you able to reprogram them?" Monger asked.

„I´m working on it, General." the scientist answered. „This won´t be more than just a moment longer."

They waited on the edge, hoping and praying. Then Monger couldn´t stand it any longer.

„What is it, Doctor?" he asked. „Tell us. What´s going on?"

There was silence a little longer. Then Cockroach was whistling like he would talk to himself. „No." he said. „This can´t be. Come on. Its impossible."

„Doctor, would you please talk to me!" Monger yelled into the radio. „What´s impossible?"

„General." Cockroach answered and he sounded a little embarrassed. „I´m afraid the system of one of the missiles must be malfunctioning. I can´t get access to it."

„What missile? What is his target?" Monger demanded to know.

Silence. Then: „Las Vegas."

Everybody in the group gasped.

„I´m sorry." Cockroach said. „The head of the missile must be deformed or something like that. I can´t do anything."

The group looked to the horizon and far ahead they spotted a moving point that didn´t belong over the unclouded sky of the desert. It was coming.

„Don´t worry, Doc." Ginormica said determined. „This is my job now."

She turned to the big plane that had brought her and her friends here and ran to it.

„Bring me up to that rocket!" she cried for the pilot when she jumped in. The others hurried to follow her.

„You heard what she said." Monger yelled when he entered the plane. „Move it!"

He ran to the cockpit immediately and took his place next to the pilot, who flew the plane up in the air and brought it on the same course like the rocket. Soon after that they could see the missile and another minute later, they were right next to it.

„Bring us over that thing." Monger ordered the pilot and called for the monsters in the back of the plane. „Ginormica. Prepare for the jump."

„10-4." she answered.

„You really think she´s gonna make it?" the pilot asked and gave him a worried look. Monger didn´t answer and the pilot turned around again.

„We have only this one chance." Monger finally said but nothing more.

The plane inched closer to the missile and when it was right over it, Ginormica jumped out. She hit the rocket on the top, struggled and finally managed it to keep her balance. She sat on the nuke like she would ride a horse.

Far ahead Las Vegas came to sight. When she realized how less time she had, she just grabbed the head of the rocket and started to pull. Slowly the missile began to swirl.

Monger and the others watched her from a greater distance. The rocket started to spin now. It bent off just before it reached the city and flew over to the desert. Monger ordered the pilot to follow and he did. But right when their plane changed the course, a big explosion came up behind the horizon, blinding them all.

„No!" Link and Bob cried out unisono. „Susan!"

The cloud of the explosion raised into the sky like a big grey mushroom. Everything was silent. The city was safe.

„Lieutenant." Monger finally said, unusually quiet for him. „Circle over the area. Maybe she was able to get off."

The pilot obeyed but there was a tensing silence in the cockpit while they were searching. They flew for at least thirty minutes without any sign of her and the pilot started to keep telling them that they had to go back because the plane would run out of fuel. Reluctantly Monger gave him a nod. Bob started to cry. Monger turned away from the monsters. There was nothing he could have said to make it better anyway. There was nothing worse than to loose a comrade in battle, he knew that. Loosing Ginormica was a big loss for all of them.

But then Link suddenly yelled: „There she is!"

He pointed down and there, half covered under the dust of the desert, truly was Susan. Her head started to move slowly when they crossed over her. She blinked and when her friends saw that she was all right, they started to cheer, hugging each other. Even Monger jubilated along with them. Ginormica had saved the world … again.

Okay guys. Don´t think that is the end. There is much more about to come. Its not over yet ;-)

And to all of you that are still with me, thanks for reading. If you would manage it to review as well, I would be very happy.