A/N – Hi again! This time I have the 3rd installment in the "Chronicles" series. You'll have to excuse that little fic where the gang sings "Loser." I was bored and sleepy, and the song happened to be on the radio. I don't expect to be forgiven for that…oye.
Disclaimer – I do not own EVA, otherwise I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I? No, I would not. I do however own the characters that I created, even though they "supposedly" exist in the EVA universe. Blah, blah, blah you know the drill. My characters are mine, ask permission if you wish to use them, otherwise I hunt you down like a rabid wolverine. Anyway, please make sure all loose items have been secured and that you keep your hands, feet, and other items inside the window at all times until the fic has come to a complete end. Thank you and enjoy the ride.
Chronicles of NERV Intelligence Division: Chapter 3
Captain Findlay collapsed on his couch after a long day at NERV. He popped open the soda can he was holding and took a large gulp, then set it on the table nearby, sighing. He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands.
"God I hope she calls." He thought. He looked at the phone. Nothing. He leaned back again, stretching his arms out to both ends of the small couch. He leaned his head back, staring up at the dull gray ceiling. "Maybe I should get some paint, brighten the place up." He shook his head at the thought. "Who am I kidding, who's it going to impress? I'm not much of a bright person anyway."
He reached over to the table and picked up the remote for the television. He clicked it on, turning channels until he found a news channel. A weatherman was giving a forecast.
The man spoke in Japanese, but Findlay was used to it. "It's going to be hot tomorrow, followed by 6 more hot days this week. THE SAME AS IT HAS BEEN FOR 15 YEARS! IT'S ALWAYS GOING TO BE HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!"
The picture immediately switched back to the main desk, where two anchors sat. "Our weatherman has just been sent on a vacation. He will be back with us as soon as he's cleared by professional psychotherapists." The man was dragged across the camera by two men in white coats, who had also put him into a straight jacket.
Findlay chuckled slightly and changed the channel. On screen, two giant robots were fighting. Findlay watched for a second. "Hmm, I don't feel like watching Escaflowne right now." He commented, changing the channel again. After a few minutes, he turned it off. He picked up an American magazine. It wasn't exactly cheap to have these mailed to him, but it was worth it. It wasn't that he couldn't read the kanji, he just preferred his home language.
He thumbed through the magazine, reading a few articles. After an hour, he placed the magazine back on his coffee table. He looked at the clock, which displayed 11:45 PM in red numerals. A shrill ring made him jump, then turn to the phone. He grabbed it quickly.
"Hello?"
A female voice responded on the other end. "Stefan? Is that you?"
"Maya! I was beginning to think you weren't going to call!"
"I'm sorry, I got hung up at work. You know how it is some times."
"Oh, it's all right"
"Well, it's too late to do anything I suppose. Do you want to just talk?"
"I suppose."
After about an hour and a half of talking, the two decided to call it a night. Findlay went to bed, falling asleep pretty quickly, while Maya sat on her futon, thinking.
She grinned and blushed at a thought that crossed her mind. She giggled slightly as she laid down, resting her head on her pillow. She smiled and slowly drifted into a deep slumber.
PART 2 – The mistakes of a hardheaded pilot
Anderson sat at his desk, looking over the pictures that had been taken a few hours ago. Findlay entered the room, a look of disgust on his face.
"Well? What are we going to do?" Anderson asked, not looking up from the pictures of the buried EVAs 01 and 02
"We are to organize a counter strike built around a piece of music." He replied.
Anderson just stared at him. "You have GOT to be kidding me."
"Nope, here's the music." Findlay handed him a small tape. Anderson looked at it like it was a giant problem. "Have fun."
Anderson stammered, looking up at his superior. He opened his mouth to argue, but Findlay gave him a "don't argue, just do it" look. His mouth promptly closed again.
The Lieutenant sighed and turned to his computer. He'd have to design a program using the basic controls of an EVA and put it into a video game. Boy, wasn't THIS going to be fun…
After one long night and a LOT of coffee, Anderson saved the program to a mini CD-R, put it into a case, laid it on his desk, and promptly passed out onto the floor. Around that time Captain Findlay entered the office, seeing the downed officer, along with the disk on his desk.
Findlay picked up the disk and headed for Misato Katsuragi's office. The female officer was not in, however. Findlay shrugged and placed the mini CD on her desk, leaving her office.
DAYS LATER
Anderson sat at his desk, sifting through report after report. Battle stats, pilot conditions, and personnel files. Two particular files caught his eye. Two new additions to the Intelligence Division roster. The files were, of course, in English. More people were being transferred from America to help with the workload.
He looked at the picture attached to the first one. A younger male, dark hair, trimmed goatee. Name: Lohr, Collin. Age: 24 years. Country of birth: America. Languages spoken: English, Japanese, and Spanish. Languages written: English, Japanese, and Spanish. Rank: Second Lieutenant.
He scanned the second file. A female, about the same age, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Name: Windsor, Joni. Age: 23. Country of birth: America. Languages spoken: English, Japanese, Spanish, and German. Languages written: English, Spanish, and German. Rank: Lieutenant.
Anderson set the files aside for Captain Findlay to look over, filing the others in their respective cabinets. He checked his watch. Break time. He stood up, heading out the door to the small cafeteria. As he rounded a corner, he accidentally bumped into a blonde woman wearing a doctor's coat and glasses. The file she had been carrying spilled out onto the floor.
"Oh, excuse me." Anderson said politely. He bent over and straightened the papers that had been scattered on the floor, stuffing them back into the file. "I'm really sorry." He saw a "Top Secret" stamp on the top of the file. As he handed them back to the doctor, he glanced at the tab. He quickly deciphered the kanji, translating "Dummy Plug System" from it.
"Oh…" Ritsuko stopped herself from making a comment. "Thank you very much Lieutenant." She had checked his rank while he was cleaning up after his mess. She continued walking down the corridor, not saying another word.
Anderson simply shrugged and continued to the break room. The doors hissed as he stepped in front of the sensor, but didn't move. "Damn budget cuts" he said, pressing the manual switch. He entered the room, the doors slamming closed behind him. A quick glance around the room revealed that Shigeru, Makoto, and Maya were all sitting around one of the tables, an empty seat still remaining. As if on cue, all three glanced up at him.
"Hey! Anderson!" Anderson glanced at the owner of the voice. It was Shigeru. "Come sit down, have some tea, talk to us!"
He walked over and took the empty chair, looking over the other three. Maya he knew pretty well, due to the fact that he saw her more than anyone else in NERV, other than Findlay, that is. Makoto he didn't know at all. Not on a personal level, anyway. Shigeru he had gotten to know fairly well over the past week.
"So," Shigeru said, breaking the silence. "Tomorrow is D-Day. The day we see if your little program works or not."
"Yeah," Maya continued. "The pilots had some trouble at first, but it would seem that they are getting much better. Misato says that they are even starting to get along better."
"Well, we'll see." Anderson said with a chuckle.
"I agree." Makoto replied. "The best testing ground for any new system is the battlefield. No matter how realistic a computer simulation may be, the random decisions chosen by the enemy affect the outcome of the experiment." He took a small drink from his can of tea, the other three just staring at him. "Well, it IS."
"Right…" the three said, simultaneously. The sound of three watches beeping was heard, as Makoto, Maya, and Shigeru all checked their watches.
"Time to go." Maya said, getting up and heading for the door.
"See you later." Shigeru said as he followed Maya.
Makoto said nothing, just simply followed the other two, leaving Anderson alone in the break room. He remembered something about the two new files. They had said that the new personnel were arriving today at 1400 hours, and that HE was supposed to pick them up. He checked his watch, 12:30. It would take him an hour to get out of NERV and another 20 minutes to get to the air base. He tried to dash out the door, but slammed face-first into it. The doors still weren't working.
He backed away, rubbing his nose. He opened it manually and ran toward the elevator. He'd better hurry, he didn't want to be late. Being late for anything at NERV scared him slightly, mainly because of the way they treated people who didn't do what they were told.
A/N – Okay, that's chapter 3! Please review. I thrive on reviews. If you don't review my fic…I don't know what I'll do…* watches Death & Rebirth * Why does Makoto sound like a black guy, but look like a white guy? That seems a bit backwards to me…oh well. So many discrepancies. * sigh * Oh well…* Awaiting Sept 25th * Mwa ha ha! End of Evangelion will be MINE! * clutches his reserve ticket, cackling * MINE!!!!!