(DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING in this fanfic aside from my own created characters. Umbrella and its creations belong to Capcom and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) belongs to New Line Cinema.)
"Aww man the movie was SO awesome! How can you tell me it sucked?!? The kid's leg gets fucking chopped off!!!"
"Oh yeah, it was some masterpiece, eh?" scoffed Eric. His burly arms were crossed over his massive chest. "Chopped off, got thrills from that?"
Noah laughed, "OOOH man it gets worse!! The kid gets friggin' meat hooked and I was just on the edge of my fuckin' seat the whole movie!"
"Heh, that sure is saying a lot, coming from the biggest pansy in the world," scoffed Todd. "The movie was so friggin' predictable."
"Would you guys shut the fuck up back there?!" Todd and Noah both turned and looked at Sean, who was staring daggers at them. He was at the communication terminal with earphones on. Zach tied his ponytail and smirked as he turned around. In a high pitched voice he yelled, "Yes ma'am!" The other guys laughed as Sean turned back to the terminal.
Rich Montgomery cracked open an aluminum can of ginger ale. "You don't know what classic horror is until you've seen the 1974 Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Talk about a good movie." Monty scratched his head, his fingers weaving through his curly black graying hair.
"Hell Monty, you're old enough you probably played 'Old Man' in the original," cracked Eric. He took a long drag from his cigarette as Nora quietly giggled from her desk in the corner.
Monty faked a sigh, "Em, didn't your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?" Monty was only in his late forties, but he still received a fair share of old jokes in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Most of the jokes came from Em, Noah or Zach.
"Hell Monts, it's pretty damn hard to respect the elderly when makin' jokes is just to easy!" Zach said. His southern accent resulted in a very stereotypical Alabama drawl- also the topic of many jokes between the S.T.A.R.S. members. Gordon "Gordy" Amos spoke up after Zach's comment.
"So Bammy, how's the corn comin' in this year?" teased Gordy with a fake Alabama accent. He crossed his eyes and jutted his teeth out as he spoke.
Grace suddenly popped in before Zach could retort. "I wouldn't start talking if I were you tall, bald and lanky." Her brother Seth smiled at his desk. He and Grace both put their fingers around their eyes, imitating goggles. Gordy always wore his trademark goggles which he put a crosshair on one lens.
"DeMarco, what I want to know is, why do you try all these wonder diets and exercises when your flappin' jaws are exercise enough?" The men in the office uttered a resounding "ooooooh" as Grace gave Gordy the finger. She certainly wasn't fat, but she was a health nut who finds one pound over to be the end of the world.
"Would you guys shut the fuck up please? Something's happening." Everyone gathered around the communication terminal and could hear the feedback emitting from Sean's headphones. "We've lost Doug. Nothing's coming in." The room fell deathly silent.
"Maybe he just dropped the earpiece?" suggested Nora.
Sean kept his eyes focused on the terminal, turning knobs and switching dials frantically. "I'd doubt that. We've got Doug on nanomachines. Only reason we wouldn't be hearing from him is if his he's splattered all over the place. I just wanna know what happened to him. He's got no files with us, there's no way they could know he's a mole."
Lyle muttered, "We ARE dealing with Umbrella here. If they have enough power to stay in business after the whole Raccoon fiasco, I'm sure they could find out the background of one suspicious worker."
Sean suddenly stood up and turned towards Lyle. "We have to go in there." His voice was shaky, as if he were on the brink of crying. The other members began to chatter amongst themselves. "We have to check it out."
"What, what's so important that we have to go. Can't we just send a squad of cops down there?" Monty looked at Sean as he spoke.
Sean looked down at the ground as Lyle spoke up, "Sean's sister volunteered as an experiment down at that Umbrella lab." Lyle turned and looked at the Beta and Omega teams, "Monty, I'm sending my team over there, you coming too?"
Monty hesitated, then spoke, "Everyone, get ready. At 20:00 hours we're going by chopper." Both teams rushed out of the meeting room towards the lockers.
-Not too much action this time around…but it's coming. R&R with thoughts.
"Aww man the movie was SO awesome! How can you tell me it sucked?!? The kid's leg gets fucking chopped off!!!"
"Oh yeah, it was some masterpiece, eh?" scoffed Eric. His burly arms were crossed over his massive chest. "Chopped off, got thrills from that?"
Noah laughed, "OOOH man it gets worse!! The kid gets friggin' meat hooked and I was just on the edge of my fuckin' seat the whole movie!"
"Heh, that sure is saying a lot, coming from the biggest pansy in the world," scoffed Todd. "The movie was so friggin' predictable."
"Would you guys shut the fuck up back there?!" Todd and Noah both turned and looked at Sean, who was staring daggers at them. He was at the communication terminal with earphones on. Zach tied his ponytail and smirked as he turned around. In a high pitched voice he yelled, "Yes ma'am!" The other guys laughed as Sean turned back to the terminal.
Rich Montgomery cracked open an aluminum can of ginger ale. "You don't know what classic horror is until you've seen the 1974 Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Talk about a good movie." Monty scratched his head, his fingers weaving through his curly black graying hair.
"Hell Monty, you're old enough you probably played 'Old Man' in the original," cracked Eric. He took a long drag from his cigarette as Nora quietly giggled from her desk in the corner.
Monty faked a sigh, "Em, didn't your parents ever teach you to respect your elders?" Monty was only in his late forties, but he still received a fair share of old jokes in the S.T.A.R.S. office. Most of the jokes came from Em, Noah or Zach.
"Hell Monts, it's pretty damn hard to respect the elderly when makin' jokes is just to easy!" Zach said. His southern accent resulted in a very stereotypical Alabama drawl- also the topic of many jokes between the S.T.A.R.S. members. Gordon "Gordy" Amos spoke up after Zach's comment.
"So Bammy, how's the corn comin' in this year?" teased Gordy with a fake Alabama accent. He crossed his eyes and jutted his teeth out as he spoke.
Grace suddenly popped in before Zach could retort. "I wouldn't start talking if I were you tall, bald and lanky." Her brother Seth smiled at his desk. He and Grace both put their fingers around their eyes, imitating goggles. Gordy always wore his trademark goggles which he put a crosshair on one lens.
"DeMarco, what I want to know is, why do you try all these wonder diets and exercises when your flappin' jaws are exercise enough?" The men in the office uttered a resounding "ooooooh" as Grace gave Gordy the finger. She certainly wasn't fat, but she was a health nut who finds one pound over to be the end of the world.
"Would you guys shut the fuck up please? Something's happening." Everyone gathered around the communication terminal and could hear the feedback emitting from Sean's headphones. "We've lost Doug. Nothing's coming in." The room fell deathly silent.
"Maybe he just dropped the earpiece?" suggested Nora.
Sean kept his eyes focused on the terminal, turning knobs and switching dials frantically. "I'd doubt that. We've got Doug on nanomachines. Only reason we wouldn't be hearing from him is if his he's splattered all over the place. I just wanna know what happened to him. He's got no files with us, there's no way they could know he's a mole."
Lyle muttered, "We ARE dealing with Umbrella here. If they have enough power to stay in business after the whole Raccoon fiasco, I'm sure they could find out the background of one suspicious worker."
Sean suddenly stood up and turned towards Lyle. "We have to go in there." His voice was shaky, as if he were on the brink of crying. The other members began to chatter amongst themselves. "We have to check it out."
"What, what's so important that we have to go. Can't we just send a squad of cops down there?" Monty looked at Sean as he spoke.
Sean looked down at the ground as Lyle spoke up, "Sean's sister volunteered as an experiment down at that Umbrella lab." Lyle turned and looked at the Beta and Omega teams, "Monty, I'm sending my team over there, you coming too?"
Monty hesitated, then spoke, "Everyone, get ready. At 20:00 hours we're going by chopper." Both teams rushed out of the meeting room towards the lockers.
-Not too much action this time around…but it's coming. R&R with thoughts.