Reluctant Interview Please i want lots of reviews! First one!
By Pen4Nik
Disclaimer: "Tremors" is not owned by me, but by Stampede Entertainment, Universal Studios, and their affiliates. No copyright infringement is intended. But I would love for Stampede to use this plot for a Tremors 6 Script! LOL
This is something I thought about. A segue of sorts from the Tremors 3 into the TV show, but then it kind of took on its own identity. I went with it. Who knows, the ending kind of leaves me with a few questions that could be answered with a follow-up story. Tremors rules! And I love the Burt man! He's just too cool! More chapters to follow shortly.
"Hey Jodie, came for my mail!" Burt sat down at the bar stool, hoping ad praying that Melvin hadn't sent another manila envelop. He looked at the stack and saw the yellow envelop. "That terd!"
"Yeah, fun huh? Do you want me to file it again?"
"Yeah, and this time I want to watch. Better yet, let me do it!" He slowly fed the unopened envelop into the shredder. "Never in a million years will I sell!"
"None of us will. But you did get another envelop. It's from a university. Nevada State."
"Wonderful! They probably are trying to send some scientist back out here again! Where's Jack?"
"Bixby, he had to work the car wash, the other manager called out today. He won't be back until late."
"Perfect." He looked at the white envelop with hesitation. "You open it. And read it too!"
"Well, I'll get to that one in a minute, there is something else you need to look at." Jodie's face took on a somber look. "You need to do this Burt, I know you aren't going to like it." She handed him a black pen. "Sign it and get on with your life. It came in yesterday."
"Don't tell me." His eyes went dark and he rubbed his forehead. "It's from the lawyer."
"Yup."
"From Heather."
"Yup."
"Man." His voice went up and he held his breath. "I can't Jodie. Not today."
"Burt, you've been on your own for eleven years. It's time you sign it and get on with your life. Who knows, you might find it again. You and I both know Heather isn't coming back!"
"I know! I know. Give it to me." He huffed air out. "This sucks!" He pulled the official looking papers out. Divorce? "Underground…..god damn worms!" He took a long look at the stapled stack of divorce papers. He looked at the pen and fiddled with the cap, pulling it off the pen and replacing it a few times before taking the plunge. He quickly scrawled his signature on the paper. "I hate this."
"Yeah, well, now to another bit of news." She flicked the folded piece of paper open. "You are one famous man Burt. It's a request for an interview."
"With who?" Burt rolled his eyes.
"A Casey Stamp. Wants to follow you for an exclusive interview. For a thesis paper on the worms. You should do it. Who knows, it might even get published."
"I'm not a puppet! I don't like doing interviews. It's bad enough the last one I did was with Heather. Soldiers of Fortune had a four page article on us. I don't -" His voice was cut off by his computer screen. "Shh, El Blanco." He hit a few keys. "He's passing through. I really need to get another way of tracking him better. Something smaller."
They sat silently and waited for him to pass. "Coast is clear. Any bright ideas?"
"Yeah, here." Jodie slapped a box on the counter. "Found them through a science company. They are wrist seismographs, like a watch. Might be useful."
"I like it. I like it a lot. I'll test them out. I'm going home."
"What home?" Jodie snorted. "Sorry. It slipped out."
Burt flashed her a glance of anger. "What did you expect me to do? Let it kill us?"
"Well, no, but you didn't have to blow up your house!"
"How was I supposed to know that the ass-blaster didn't multiply! Forget it! I'm going and I'm going to - shoot off some rounds!" He paused. "Are you sending that back out today?"
"Yeah. And about the interview, will you consider it?"
"I haven't decided yet!" He shoved his sunglasses on his face. "Ask me again tomorrow!" With that, he turned and left, grumbling on his way out of the store. "Damn worms, never cut you any slack!"