CHAPTER THREE
Lincoln, Indiana: Wyckford Pharmaceuticals, December 12th, 2000
"Toyland, toy land little girl and boy land..."
"Good evening John, and how are you this cold December night?"
"Fine, Mr. Wyckford. And how are you, sir?"
"Doing good, John. Has my brother and his friends arrived yet?"
"Yes, sir, they're waiting for you in your office."
"Thank you, John. Well, I may be heading out of town tomorrow for a week or two, so if I don't see you before then, wish your family happy holidays."
With that, Mr. Wyckford turned and went into the back of the store, towards his office. Upon entering the empty room, he shut the door and locked it. Sitting down at the desk, he removed the end of the right armrest and pressed a dully glowing red and blue butting. A section of the wall behind him slid open to reveal a small elevator shaft. He closed the end of the armrest and entered the black void. After a few seconds, the door opened upon a huge room filled with bustling people. Mr. Wyckford stepped out of the elevator and walked down a hall to a door marked 'Conference Room.'
"Hello," Mr. Wyckford said as he opened the door.
"...Brother," said the mirror image standing across the room.
PIT III
"Dial-Tone, Jammer, Sparks, how is the comm. equip coming?"
"Doing good top. This stuff appears to be top notch," said Dial-Tone.
"That's good to hear," Duke said as he turned around, "officer on deck."
All four men scrambled to get to attention as they turned to find their new commanding officer walk into the comm. room.
"At ease, men," General Flagg said. "Well, Duke, introductions, please?"
"Yes, sir. The man in the middle you already know, Dial-Tone. The gentleman to his left is John Chernow, code-named Sparks. To the right is William Chaney, a.k.a. Jammer, of the British Action Force.
"Glad to meet you men. Dismissed. Walk with me Duke."
"Yes, sir."
"Is everything in order?"
"Yes sir."
"How is the personal dispersed?" General Flagg asked.
"We have thirty-three out on missions as we speak, the rest are here at base to make sure that we haven't missed any mothballs."
"And training?"
"Torpedo, Wetsuit, Kona, and that new Chaplain Faith are all teaching hand to hand down in the gym..."
"A Chaplain teaching hand to hand?" General Flagg asked with an odd look on his face.
"Well, sir, before he joined the military, he was a Golden Gloves Champion. He continued boxing even after entering Chaplain's School."
"Alright, continue."
"Slip-Stream and Ace are running the jet jockeys through sims, and Wild Bill, plus Lift Ticket, are doing the same with the helo boys. Clutch and some others are in running diagnostics on the old and new vehicles."
"Well then, gather up Recondo, Draggoon, Ricochet, Bowie, Hit-N-Run, Dial- Tone, Lt. Falcon, Gung-Ho, Rawhide, and Suture. They have a mission to be prepped for in 15 minutes. Dismissed."
Lincoln, Indiana: Wyckford Pharmaceuticals, December 12th, 2000
"Toyland, toy land little girl and boy land..."
"Good evening John, and how are you this cold December night?"
"Fine, Mr. Wyckford. And how are you, sir?"
"Doing good, John. Has my brother and his friends arrived yet?"
"Yes, sir, they're waiting for you in your office."
"Thank you, John. Well, I may be heading out of town tomorrow for a week or two, so if I don't see you before then, wish your family happy holidays."
With that, Mr. Wyckford turned and went into the back of the store, towards his office. Upon entering the empty room, he shut the door and locked it. Sitting down at the desk, he removed the end of the right armrest and pressed a dully glowing red and blue butting. A section of the wall behind him slid open to reveal a small elevator shaft. He closed the end of the armrest and entered the black void. After a few seconds, the door opened upon a huge room filled with bustling people. Mr. Wyckford stepped out of the elevator and walked down a hall to a door marked 'Conference Room.'
"Hello," Mr. Wyckford said as he opened the door.
"...Brother," said the mirror image standing across the room.
PIT III
"Dial-Tone, Jammer, Sparks, how is the comm. equip coming?"
"Doing good top. This stuff appears to be top notch," said Dial-Tone.
"That's good to hear," Duke said as he turned around, "officer on deck."
All four men scrambled to get to attention as they turned to find their new commanding officer walk into the comm. room.
"At ease, men," General Flagg said. "Well, Duke, introductions, please?"
"Yes, sir. The man in the middle you already know, Dial-Tone. The gentleman to his left is John Chernow, code-named Sparks. To the right is William Chaney, a.k.a. Jammer, of the British Action Force.
"Glad to meet you men. Dismissed. Walk with me Duke."
"Yes, sir."
"Is everything in order?"
"Yes sir."
"How is the personal dispersed?" General Flagg asked.
"We have thirty-three out on missions as we speak, the rest are here at base to make sure that we haven't missed any mothballs."
"And training?"
"Torpedo, Wetsuit, Kona, and that new Chaplain Faith are all teaching hand to hand down in the gym..."
"A Chaplain teaching hand to hand?" General Flagg asked with an odd look on his face.
"Well, sir, before he joined the military, he was a Golden Gloves Champion. He continued boxing even after entering Chaplain's School."
"Alright, continue."
"Slip-Stream and Ace are running the jet jockeys through sims, and Wild Bill, plus Lift Ticket, are doing the same with the helo boys. Clutch and some others are in running diagnostics on the old and new vehicles."
"Well then, gather up Recondo, Draggoon, Ricochet, Bowie, Hit-N-Run, Dial- Tone, Lt. Falcon, Gung-Ho, Rawhide, and Suture. They have a mission to be prepped for in 15 minutes. Dismissed."