Chapter 12 – Reservoir Dogs
About twenty minutes before the attack on the Briefs' mansion, a man in a lab coat was running through the busy hallways, out of breath. He had to make his way through all of the men in battle ready uniforms, holding M-16 rifles, with large belts and backpacks, all American, like him. They were miscellaneously scattered all throughout the hallway with the soul purpose, it seemed, to be in his way.
"Excuse me... Excuse me... Pardon me... I'm sorry," he said as he ducked between each soldier. The words were just coming out of his mouth from instinct. He didn't even realize he was saying them. He was more focused on reaching his destination.
He was playing the role of a messenger. The news he had to deliver was bad, very bad. The kind of bad that seems unreal, as if you were dreaming. The kind of bad that made him just want to go home and be held by his wife back in Nebraska. The kind of bad that made him think he may never see her again.
Sweat was pouring from his brow. He had been running at full speed for the better part of the last five minutes. He had to make it from his work desk, all the way at the other end of the camp to the general's main office who was nicely seated at the other. He tried calling, but his secretary said he was in an important meeting. His heart was racing as well, but it was more from the bad news he must deliver rather than his over exertion.
The bad news came to him just seconds before he started running. Just ten minutes ago, he was sitting nicely in his lab, enjoying a Boston Cream donut and rich black coffee, lazily monitoring the underground movement on the scanners, and keeping an eye on the local news broadcast. The movement was at a slightly higher level than usual, but nothing to fret about, the local patrols could handle them, and the news was just covering the stock report. A colleague of his was behind, enjoying locally made sushi, making jokes with him. The colleague got up to make a quick restroom break when he heard the familiar "Breaking News" music, and turned to the screen. Luckily, he knew Japanese.
"Breaking News just received here at the desk, police are reporting a mass killing on the east side of the city. News Chopper 10 is live at the location with the details."
"We are live at Dioa Boulevard were the police are investigating the killing of four pedestrians in what seems to be a brutal animal mauling, much in the same style as the at large serial killer."
On screen were several emergency response vehicles, lights blazing, several cops and paramedics, four figures covered by sheets, large shiny pools under them, and yellow tape that sectioned off the scene.
"All we know right now is that there were four victims. The police are not releasing the names at this time..."
The man's heart skipped a beat. He stopped breathing. What was now showing on the screen was everything he had feared would happen.
"Wait... the police have drawn there guns. We cannot see what they are point their guns at because our view is obstructed. They seem to be were cautions and... what is that... OH NO!"
Thousands of people just saw three cops be brutally butchered on live television, as well as the big secret that he was here to protect. The news broadcast cut back to the desk were the anchors, absolutely horrified, made comments and assurances about what was just seen.
"Dave!"
"What!?"
"Get out here now and bring up the 911 channel!"
The sound of a flushing toilet was followed by the colleague coming out of the restroom, pulling up his pants zipper. "Why what's going on?"
"Just do it while I try and reach Hammond!"
As the colleague went back to his desk, hearing the news broadcast, he picked up on what was going on.
"Oh shit."
"Yeah well tell him that I have to speak to him now!...."
The colleague brought up the audio and visual link to the 911 station on his desk. It was the busiest he had ever seen the place. He over heard questions of confirmation on monster sightings and calming reassurances from other dispatchers who were talking to hysterical murder witnesses.
"Aw no..."
"I DON'T CARE IF HE SAID NOT TO BE DISTURBED!... FUCK IT!" He tossed the phone aside and began running.
The secretary confronted him at the general's door, but he didn't even hear a word she said. He pushed her out of the way and burst through the double doors. Inside were several men in suits, with the general sitting at the head of the table. The general look shock at first, then infuriated. The general stood up, but before he could say a word, the man spoke up, out of breath, exhausted, but calmly.
"The xenomorph are leaving the nest. They're attacking the public in full force."
The general looked horrified and sat back down. He looked at the suits, and spoke directly to his secretary who was standing in the door.
"Start the evacuation and quarantine the island and citizens immediately."
About twenty minutes before the attack on the Briefs' mansion, a man in a lab coat was running through the busy hallways, out of breath. He had to make his way through all of the men in battle ready uniforms, holding M-16 rifles, with large belts and backpacks, all American, like him. They were miscellaneously scattered all throughout the hallway with the soul purpose, it seemed, to be in his way.
"Excuse me... Excuse me... Pardon me... I'm sorry," he said as he ducked between each soldier. The words were just coming out of his mouth from instinct. He didn't even realize he was saying them. He was more focused on reaching his destination.
He was playing the role of a messenger. The news he had to deliver was bad, very bad. The kind of bad that seems unreal, as if you were dreaming. The kind of bad that made him just want to go home and be held by his wife back in Nebraska. The kind of bad that made him think he may never see her again.
Sweat was pouring from his brow. He had been running at full speed for the better part of the last five minutes. He had to make it from his work desk, all the way at the other end of the camp to the general's main office who was nicely seated at the other. He tried calling, but his secretary said he was in an important meeting. His heart was racing as well, but it was more from the bad news he must deliver rather than his over exertion.
The bad news came to him just seconds before he started running. Just ten minutes ago, he was sitting nicely in his lab, enjoying a Boston Cream donut and rich black coffee, lazily monitoring the underground movement on the scanners, and keeping an eye on the local news broadcast. The movement was at a slightly higher level than usual, but nothing to fret about, the local patrols could handle them, and the news was just covering the stock report. A colleague of his was behind, enjoying locally made sushi, making jokes with him. The colleague got up to make a quick restroom break when he heard the familiar "Breaking News" music, and turned to the screen. Luckily, he knew Japanese.
"Breaking News just received here at the desk, police are reporting a mass killing on the east side of the city. News Chopper 10 is live at the location with the details."
"We are live at Dioa Boulevard were the police are investigating the killing of four pedestrians in what seems to be a brutal animal mauling, much in the same style as the at large serial killer."
On screen were several emergency response vehicles, lights blazing, several cops and paramedics, four figures covered by sheets, large shiny pools under them, and yellow tape that sectioned off the scene.
"All we know right now is that there were four victims. The police are not releasing the names at this time..."
The man's heart skipped a beat. He stopped breathing. What was now showing on the screen was everything he had feared would happen.
"Wait... the police have drawn there guns. We cannot see what they are point their guns at because our view is obstructed. They seem to be were cautions and... what is that... OH NO!"
Thousands of people just saw three cops be brutally butchered on live television, as well as the big secret that he was here to protect. The news broadcast cut back to the desk were the anchors, absolutely horrified, made comments and assurances about what was just seen.
"Dave!"
"What!?"
"Get out here now and bring up the 911 channel!"
The sound of a flushing toilet was followed by the colleague coming out of the restroom, pulling up his pants zipper. "Why what's going on?"
"Just do it while I try and reach Hammond!"
As the colleague went back to his desk, hearing the news broadcast, he picked up on what was going on.
"Oh shit."
"Yeah well tell him that I have to speak to him now!...."
The colleague brought up the audio and visual link to the 911 station on his desk. It was the busiest he had ever seen the place. He over heard questions of confirmation on monster sightings and calming reassurances from other dispatchers who were talking to hysterical murder witnesses.
"Aw no..."
"I DON'T CARE IF HE SAID NOT TO BE DISTURBED!... FUCK IT!" He tossed the phone aside and began running.
The secretary confronted him at the general's door, but he didn't even hear a word she said. He pushed her out of the way and burst through the double doors. Inside were several men in suits, with the general sitting at the head of the table. The general look shock at first, then infuriated. The general stood up, but before he could say a word, the man spoke up, out of breath, exhausted, but calmly.
"The xenomorph are leaving the nest. They're attacking the public in full force."
The general looked horrified and sat back down. He looked at the suits, and spoke directly to his secretary who was standing in the door.
"Start the evacuation and quarantine the island and citizens immediately."
