Costa

August 8, 2029 9:47 AM

Their jet had dropped onto the blistering heat of the airport. He felt slightly blessed that his cover to his ASU was keeping the sweat from dripping down his face. But wearing the jacket was horrible. He became jealous of both Clarkson and Demoras for they were in a mere dress shirt and jeans. They got it easy, he thought to himself. But it was just the heat of the day. It always made him slightly agitated with just about everything.

As they entered the cab to take them to the Military Complex, he felt the rush of cold air, and it felt almost breath taking. He sat on the edge, took his cover off, and placed his head on the window, trying hard not to fall asleep as both Clarkson and Demoras discussed something with each other. Costa did not want to listen, though he felt like he had no choice. He kept his eyes looking on them, shaking his head once in a while until they both stopped.

Pulling up to the Complex was not easy. He had to step back outside, feel the heat, and try hard not to fall to sleep. Costa could feel every step slowly giving way, not having any sleep for the last three days in a row. He felt terrible as he moved past the soldiers standing at attention for him, and not acknowledging their existence, but he had to get inside as fast as he could. Hagans had some important information to be relayed to him, and not over an open channel. This was bad, he thought as they moved in the elevator.

He placed his clearance card in the slot, and the elevator shot down directly for the main room. It took several minutes, and Costa had to lean against the inside railing to keep himself from falling over. He then took off his jacket, folded it, and threw it under his arm.

"God," he said. "I hate summer."

The doors slid open to a busy room with soldiers moving back and forth.

"Attention," shouted a strange voice.

The room suddenly screeched to a halt as Costa took his first steps forward.

"At ease," he said with each person going back to what they were doing beforehand.

"General," came a familiar voice.

Hagans came forward as Costa gave his jacket to a Corporal beside him to hang it up. Hagans gave him a salute, and Costa returned it.

Whipping the sweat from his forehead, Costa said, "What's this information you have for me?"

"You okay General," Hagans asked tilting his head. "You look sick."

"I'm fine," Costa snapped. "Just give me the information."

Hagans shook his head, then turned back to the main monitor to their front. Costa took a few steps forward, again trying not to collapse.

"It's Godzilla," Hagans stated. "We have the state picked out where he'll surface." He trailed off, looking at his shined shoes clearly worried. "It's not good."

"Well," began Costa. "Where will it?"

"Massachusetts, and worse, sir," he replied. "We have three possible trajectories picked out."

Costa sat down on his chair, and placed his hands over his head.

"Sir, do you want some water or something?"

Cost shook his head at Hagans and said, "No. I'm just exhausted." He snapped his head up to look at the Colonel. "What three locations?"

"We have the Massachusetts Bay Nuclear Reactor, Boston, and a smaller city called Waterville," Hagans said with a monotone voice. "It's one of those three, sir."

August 9, 2029 8:14 AM

He awoke from his slumber renewed, and covered in a thick sweat. Though his room had AC pushing cold air inside, it was not nearly enough to keep him happy. Costa got up, took a cold shower, then put on his uniform which he felt like took forever. But, there was much that had to be done today.

Hagans had informed Costa towards the end of the day that three Representatives would be arriving by 14:00 hours today. He was relieved, however, that other nations were taking such interest in the matter. Costa did not feel surprised that the United Kingdom were taking more action by sending Representative Bromley over. Costa like the man, and respected his opinions on world affairs. As for the other two, he had no clue as to who they were. The Japanese were sending a former Naval Admiral named Yamamoto, and the Russian have a person named Dragovitch.

Costa looked him up especially. Dragovitch had no military background, but instead was a strong political figure for the Russian people. At least with Yamamoto there was a military connection there. He could understand the man, and talk to him, but the Russian?

He moved into the hallway, and walked as fast as he could to the Main Room at the center. There were no soldiers greeting him, no one in the hallway but him. He did not mind it. He actually liked it for it gave him time to collect his thoughts of the Representatives.

As the doors opened, the soldiers were doing their jobs, sitting at the computer monitors. Then they all snapped to attention, and Costa moved forward telling them to carry on. As they did, he made his way for Shinzu and Monty standing next to each other exchanging a few words. Costa was also surprised to see that Clarkson was already awake. He was studying several maps of Godzilla's location, and writing something down.

"General," came Shinzu giving a quick salute.

"Hello gentlemen," Costa replied returning the salute. He then crossed his arms and straightened his back. "Any more information on those three people coming here?"

"Actually," stated Monty. "Yes there is." He handed a paper to him. "Britain is being kind enough to send us a few tank battalions for us to use at our discretion, and Japan is sending about 60 tons of medical supplies. Again, this is to be used at our own discretion."

Costa gave a small laugh and said, "Looks like they finally know something bad is coming our way."

"I think they're overreacting," shot a voice from behind him.

Costa turned to see Hagans walking down the center aisle with a cup of coffee in his hand. He had a crossed look on his face, clearly not wanting any aid from either country.

"We don't need their help," Hagans finally said now standing beside Shinzu. "For me, they're just sticking their noses in something that doesn't involve them."

"So," Costa replied. "You think that having a few of their naval vessels destroyed would get their attention."

"That's not what I mean, sir," retorted Hagans looking at Costa. "We don't need any tanks, medical supplies, those kinds of things. We can handle it ourselves."

"No you can't," stated Clarkson from the back of the room. He moved up to right behind Hagans with an angry expression across his face. "The Godzilla that attacked Japan survived a hydrogen explosion that was 1000 times greater than the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Tanks and cannons didn't even managed to tickle him."

"That was 75 years ago, Mr. Clarkson," stated Hagans now making eye contact with him. He then turned forward crossing his arms again. "We have weapons people couldn't even dream of back then." He shook his head giving a small smile. "We'll kill him before he does much damage."

"You'll see," replied Clarkson turning away.

Costa wanted to interject, but had no idea who to defend. He trusted Clarkson on his information enough because everything he has stated so far has been correct. But Hagans was right when it came to the weapons being far more advanced than what they had been. So, to be safe, he said nothing, hoping not instigate things further.

His thoughts were cut short as he felt a hand on his shoulder pushing pulling him back. He was surprised that he saw Connelly standing there all dressed and ready for the day. It usually was not until much later in the day, but here she was. Costa could not help but smile at the sight, for no matter what he thought her to look beautiful.

She motioned her head over to one of the corners of the room, and began to walk. Costa followed her without question until they reached their destination located far enough away that no one could hear them.

"General," she stated turning to look at him. "I need your permission to execute something."

"Is there something else I need to worry about," stated Costa in a teasing voice. He immediately after thought that it was too unprofessional, and saw the serious look in her eyes. "What's up?"

"Mister Demoras and Clarkson want me to help them study the Godzilla heading for Mass, sir. I'm not complaining, but it struck me that no one is paying any attention to my," she paused and looked down. "Sorry," she then stated. "To Minlla, who is also heading this way."

"What do you want," asked Costa knowing where this was going, but wanting to make sure.

"May I look not at Godzilla, but Minlla, sir?"

"Of course," stated Costa with a small smile. "We need to know everything that's going on."

"Thank you," Connelly said looking relieved. "I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't."