Warthog
Standing opposite of Alex was a warthog dressed in a camo outfit, staring the fox down as he held his controller.
A few weeks earlier Commander Mason was sitting at his desk communicating with his troops driving a Humvee to their objective. Upon stopping they reached for the walkie talkie, telling their supervisors they reached the objective, an airliner that crashed in the desert.
"Good job men, I can stress important it is we obtain that target, it's a matter of national security and we fail it will be out heads on the chopping block," Mason said placing a cigar in his mouth as he flicked a lighter open, lighting the tip of his cigar.
"We are approaching the airliner and searching the wreckage, making our way to the cockpit" on the grunts said wiggling the door the cockpit as he called out to his teammate so get a torch to melt the lock.
So, what is so important about this target anyway?" one of the grunts asked as the team leader shrugged his shoulder, claiming he wasn't informed, he was only told to pick up the target. one of the soldiers asked how they could pick it up if they did not know what was on it.
"It's a black box, records info from flights, we don't know what's on it. Only the commander knows that and he thinks it's a matter of national security" The team leader said as one of the grunts held a device up to the door, pushing a button as a laser-cut through the steel door, which was then ripped off the hinges as they entered.
Standing the wreckage of the cockpit the looked around coming to where the black box should have been. one of the soldiers reached around for the walkie talkie telling the commander that there was no black box in the plane.
"What do you mean there is no black box," The Commander said clearly irritated as they stated the spot where the black box would have been was empty, they looked around the wreckage but could not find it.
"Is it possible you were beaten to the crash?" The commander asked as they did not see how it would be possible. The door was locked from the inside and both pilots were dead. The only way that the box being taken could be remotely possible was if some else was in the cockpit when the plane crashed, survived the cash. and left with the box, without unlocking the door.
"That practically impossible," The soldier said as Mason slammed his hands on his desk, he would have to report the mission a failure knowing that box was somewhere out there.
"We can only hope it was destroyed in the crash," Mason told his men, calling them back to report in detail.
It was a few days later when Mason was walking into his office carrying a cup of coffee, opening his doors when he a figure standing in the room pouring himself a glass of whiskey as Mason dropped his cup of coffee, spilling over the floor.
"You've got five seconds to explain yourself before an I blow your head off," Mason said drawing his handgun aiming it at the trespasser. as he turned, introducing himself as Calypso.
"Commander Mason, I heard you've been looking for something," Calypso said maintaining his cool with the gun pointed at him as he sipped from the glass, ice cubes clattering as Mason kept his arm.
"You military types, not the kind for words so I'll just say it. I've recently come into possession of a very interesting item, tell me does the number 1745 mean anything to you" Calypso said taking another sip of the whiskey, licking the roof of his mouth. what brand is this?" Calypso said, more interested in the liquor than the box as Mason looked at him.
"You have the Black Box for Flight 1745, how, where is it?" Mason demanded in his military tone as Calypso finished the amber liquid, setting the glass down as he turned away from Mason.
"It's in a safe place and I guarantee you, no one has heard it yet," Calypso said grabbing his cane off the desk, looking out the window, admiring the view before turning back to Mason, smiling through his scar covered face as it set Mason at unease.
"Here is the thing Commander, I want to give you the box, I really do. But I can't just give away such a valuable treasure, If you want it, you will have to win it in a contest" Calypso said as Mason lowering his gun, pressing it right against Calypso's forehead, pressing right against the temple.
Go ahead, you shoot and my people have orders to drop the box on the news. every one hearing it. I honestly can't imagine how everyone would react but I'm guessing it would be hectic" Calypso said as Mason placed his gun back in the holster, asking about the contest.
Tell Me Commander have you ever heard of Twisted Metal?" Calypso asked as Mason looked at him, nodded, admitting he had heard rumors of the contest, in which people would Remote control cars with guns attached to them for a mysterious prize.
"I never thought it was actually real, strapping guns to RC cars seems a bit crazy, but that is what I go to to get the box," Mason asked as Calypso nodded, saying there were no strings attached. Calypso then walked out of the room with his cane, leaving the room and walking in the hallway.
After Mason left the hallway he could not find a trace of Calypso as he decided to tell his men that he would be participating in the contest to obtain the box.
Back at the arena Calypso was sitting in his room, sitting across from Nick and Judy, tapping his fingers together as he was looking at the button to start the match, chuckling. he looked at Nick and Judy.
"Can you believe two governments are after the same thing, the world could change depending on who wins this contest" Calypso smirked as Nick looked asking what they want for their prize as Calypso smiled, not wanting to spoil anything as Nick smirked.
"Come on, give us a little taste of things to come" Nick hinted as Calypso nodded giving a smirk, he admitted he liked Nicks wit, scratching the side of his face.
'A teaser of things to come, I can do that" Calypso said pushing a button as a section of the wall slid open revealing the black box as Judy questioned what the device was as Calypso smiled.
"This is the black box of Flight 1745, which crashed in the desert, what is on it, that is a secret," Calypso said as an array of mammals crashed thru the window, demanding the three of them put their paws up, Nick and Judy did so, not wanting to get shot as Calypso smiled hands down.
"Well, if it Isn't the Mammalian Armed Forces, would any of you like a drink?" Calypso offered as one of them approached the box, thanking Calypso for revealing it as the fox smirked, admitting if they were watching he should have put some nicer clothes on.
"I picked and ate my scars a while back, disgusting I know and It's a bad habit. I feel bad about it being seen" Calypso said seeing them walk towards the box. Calypso looked a bit disturbed.
"I would not touch that If I were you" Calypso warned as The head mammal who identified himself a Sargent Brick, revealed his team the wolfpack was called to get the box, looking at one of his men.
"Private Stanley, get the target," Brick said to the youngest wolf as he nodded to his Commanding officer, reaching for the box as a huge arm busted through the wall, grabbing Stanley's head, crushing it in an almost comical sense as a huge bear broke through a spot in the wall, wearing only black shorts and a leather mask with zippers. on it along with a few straps. kicking the pieces of wall aside.
"Was he in that wall the whole time?" Nick asked a bit shocked
"You do remember Black, the orphan your government experimented on, hoping to create a super-soldier, I had him guard the box, in case something like this happened," Calypso said turning to the huge bear.
"Black, aren't those the guys who pumped you full of chemicals and tortured you from childhood," Calypso asked as the bear growled, approaching the wolves. The room was filled with screams as Black tore his way through the armed wolves with his bare paws. in the next minute, the corpses of the Wolfpack littered the room as the walls were splashed in blood and chunks of meat, Black was panting heavily.
"I wish you would have taken them outside first, Clean that mess you made while I talk with Mason" Calypso said handing Black a mop.