Chapter 4: The Mission.
Ok, here we are. The gadgets. The toys. The Q scene of the Bond movies, what ever you wanna call it. I like this part. I wrote this fic to focus more on gadgets, so enjoy! I just may use some gadgets or items over in other fics, so keep this in mind. I'm just sorry it took so long.
After emerging from Carrington's office, Joanna spoke up. "Is a skedar offshoot possible?"
"Look at the Maians." Jonathan said. "They're humanoid. They've got our basic looks, with some differences. A Skedar one is very possible."
They entered the firing range, where Foster got off his computer. This was rare, because his assistant was usually on there for new designs. Foster was usually the one in the workshop. (AN: In my vision of PD, Foster is always the one in the firing range standing, with the British accent, not the pony-tailed American always at the computer.)
"Hi there." He said, getting up. "Got a few things for you." He got two duffel bags out and brought them over. He opened it and gave Joanna a plastic box. She opened the small catches to find the boxed Falcon 2 set. The reliable handgun, silencer, scope and an extra magazine of 8 .45 ACP bullets.
"Now, Jonathan." Foster said. "I'm going to have to keep your magnum. A small revolver is just too weak and holds too little ammo, while the larger models don't have the same problem, but at the cost of concealability. The automatics don't have this problem, however."
"Any automatic also jams easier," Jonathan began.
"Carrington's orders, old boy." Foster handed Jonathan a small pistol. The butt didn't even reach the end of Jon's hand.
"A target pistol?" Jonathan was almost in hysterics. These types of pistols were small and had even less stopping power than an old style pellet gun.
"No, an ASP." Foster said. "9 millimetre. Takes 8 Glaser Safety slugs a magazine."
Joanna and Jonathan both winced. A Glaser is a prefragmented 9mm bullet with several hundred bits of Number 12 shot- this is a type of shrapnel found inside a shotgun cartridge-inside it that is suspended in liquid Teflon so it's near solid. These bullets have tremendous speed when fired from the ASP and a hit from a Glaser from any gun on any vital part of the body is usually fatal.
"And all the usual covert operations equiptment." Foster said. "Laptop Gun, Crossbow, laser, tranqulizer and a few new pieces. Won't take too much time to explain." He took out a hardcover book and pointed to the spine. "This, I like. See that depression there?" He said. "Now, press down on it and make sure the depression is closest to you, so hold it in this position. It contains ten .45 ACP rounds, dum-dum. (These types of rounds flatten on impact for maximum wounding effect.) Completely silenced too." Foster now withdrew a floppy disk. "Now, instead of the data wafer inside the disk, a similar roll of film is now in place. Take 20 pictures with an infared film with a range of five feet. And a pen.Open it up, and you'll find a standard lockpick. Compatible with most of the world's conventional locks. And the rest is mostly all standard. Door decoder, data uplink, CamSpy, all purpose glasses, x-ray, infared and night vision,two pairs of those. ECM mines, four, Combat boosts, two of those and a new device." He withdrew a discman. "In the event a safecracker panel isn't available, you can use this. Simply attach the headphones to seperate points of the safe, one on the combination dial and one anywhere on the door and simply press 'Play'. And last, an EMP bomb." He took out a small device the size of a shoe box. Wipes out all electric devices in a half-mile radius, preset for remote proximity detonation or a two minute fuse. Got all that?"
"Yes, Foster." Joanna and Jonathan chorused.
"All right." Foster said. "Good luck."
They took the bags and proceeded down to the hangars.
The hangar technician, McIntyre looked up. "Bout time you two showed up." He sneered. (AN: In the gane, he's always mean and in the hangars. He's armed with a Falcon 2 in the Institute defence level, though.) "Your new car." He pressed a small servo in his right hand and the attractive blue hovercar came up from the storage areas under the floor, much like aircraft stored in an aircraft carrier. "BMW. 560 RMG. (You know, like how cars always have letters at the end, these don't stand for anything.) Top speed is four hundred KPH. You've got a small arsenal in this too, which I'll want back INTACT. First, a small compartment under the dash. A Falcon 2, ASP 9mm, MagSec 4 and a magnum. All with 2 extra magazines, as well as one of each type of mine, three N-bombs, grenades and a Combat Knife. Now, open up the middle storage compartment, and you'll find the controls for your defenses. Rear plamsa cannon, twin front machine guns and miniature shotguns, all with 100 rounds each, and a cloaking device. Enlongated charge for about twelve hours as well as a shield generator. And one more thing. You press the red control stud in the middle and the car becomes a small, sub-orbital craft."
"Does it have a CD player?" Joanna asked innocently.
McIntyre shot her a look of pure venom and left.
Joanna got into the left side, and to her horror, there was no steering wheel. She had been so used to driving British models, with the driver's side on the left when she actually drove. She had always preferred her hoverbike over a car. But, this was an American model, and the driver's seat was on the other side. She was just about to leap over to the proper side, when Jonathan sat himself down and started the car.
"Slow, Joanna?" He grinned.
"Shut up." She snarled.
Jonathan simply smiled and pecked Joanna on th cheek.
They had checked into a hotel for the night, after retrieving their stuff from Joanna's apartment and began to prepare to fly over to Russia tomorrow, where Interplex was located. Joanna laughed continuosly at Joanthan's attempts at an Irish accent. Her being raised in the Irish countryside with her British parents, she had no problem. Her problem though, was having to grow her hair. He always preferred it short, but for the cover, she had to grow it to the "Bloody mop" as she described it in her youth. Still, she was prepared for the beginning of the mission tomorrow. Neither of them had expected what was in store for them.
End of Chapter.
AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! Suspense! I love it! I hope you like the gadgets, and my writing style which I hope is like that of the late Ian Fleming. Review please!!!
Ok, here we are. The gadgets. The toys. The Q scene of the Bond movies, what ever you wanna call it. I like this part. I wrote this fic to focus more on gadgets, so enjoy! I just may use some gadgets or items over in other fics, so keep this in mind. I'm just sorry it took so long.
After emerging from Carrington's office, Joanna spoke up. "Is a skedar offshoot possible?"
"Look at the Maians." Jonathan said. "They're humanoid. They've got our basic looks, with some differences. A Skedar one is very possible."
They entered the firing range, where Foster got off his computer. This was rare, because his assistant was usually on there for new designs. Foster was usually the one in the workshop. (AN: In my vision of PD, Foster is always the one in the firing range standing, with the British accent, not the pony-tailed American always at the computer.)
"Hi there." He said, getting up. "Got a few things for you." He got two duffel bags out and brought them over. He opened it and gave Joanna a plastic box. She opened the small catches to find the boxed Falcon 2 set. The reliable handgun, silencer, scope and an extra magazine of 8 .45 ACP bullets.
"Now, Jonathan." Foster said. "I'm going to have to keep your magnum. A small revolver is just too weak and holds too little ammo, while the larger models don't have the same problem, but at the cost of concealability. The automatics don't have this problem, however."
"Any automatic also jams easier," Jonathan began.
"Carrington's orders, old boy." Foster handed Jonathan a small pistol. The butt didn't even reach the end of Jon's hand.
"A target pistol?" Jonathan was almost in hysterics. These types of pistols were small and had even less stopping power than an old style pellet gun.
"No, an ASP." Foster said. "9 millimetre. Takes 8 Glaser Safety slugs a magazine."
Joanna and Jonathan both winced. A Glaser is a prefragmented 9mm bullet with several hundred bits of Number 12 shot- this is a type of shrapnel found inside a shotgun cartridge-inside it that is suspended in liquid Teflon so it's near solid. These bullets have tremendous speed when fired from the ASP and a hit from a Glaser from any gun on any vital part of the body is usually fatal.
"And all the usual covert operations equiptment." Foster said. "Laptop Gun, Crossbow, laser, tranqulizer and a few new pieces. Won't take too much time to explain." He took out a hardcover book and pointed to the spine. "This, I like. See that depression there?" He said. "Now, press down on it and make sure the depression is closest to you, so hold it in this position. It contains ten .45 ACP rounds, dum-dum. (These types of rounds flatten on impact for maximum wounding effect.) Completely silenced too." Foster now withdrew a floppy disk. "Now, instead of the data wafer inside the disk, a similar roll of film is now in place. Take 20 pictures with an infared film with a range of five feet. And a pen.Open it up, and you'll find a standard lockpick. Compatible with most of the world's conventional locks. And the rest is mostly all standard. Door decoder, data uplink, CamSpy, all purpose glasses, x-ray, infared and night vision,two pairs of those. ECM mines, four, Combat boosts, two of those and a new device." He withdrew a discman. "In the event a safecracker panel isn't available, you can use this. Simply attach the headphones to seperate points of the safe, one on the combination dial and one anywhere on the door and simply press 'Play'. And last, an EMP bomb." He took out a small device the size of a shoe box. Wipes out all electric devices in a half-mile radius, preset for remote proximity detonation or a two minute fuse. Got all that?"
"Yes, Foster." Joanna and Jonathan chorused.
"All right." Foster said. "Good luck."
They took the bags and proceeded down to the hangars.
The hangar technician, McIntyre looked up. "Bout time you two showed up." He sneered. (AN: In the gane, he's always mean and in the hangars. He's armed with a Falcon 2 in the Institute defence level, though.) "Your new car." He pressed a small servo in his right hand and the attractive blue hovercar came up from the storage areas under the floor, much like aircraft stored in an aircraft carrier. "BMW. 560 RMG. (You know, like how cars always have letters at the end, these don't stand for anything.) Top speed is four hundred KPH. You've got a small arsenal in this too, which I'll want back INTACT. First, a small compartment under the dash. A Falcon 2, ASP 9mm, MagSec 4 and a magnum. All with 2 extra magazines, as well as one of each type of mine, three N-bombs, grenades and a Combat Knife. Now, open up the middle storage compartment, and you'll find the controls for your defenses. Rear plamsa cannon, twin front machine guns and miniature shotguns, all with 100 rounds each, and a cloaking device. Enlongated charge for about twelve hours as well as a shield generator. And one more thing. You press the red control stud in the middle and the car becomes a small, sub-orbital craft."
"Does it have a CD player?" Joanna asked innocently.
McIntyre shot her a look of pure venom and left.
Joanna got into the left side, and to her horror, there was no steering wheel. She had been so used to driving British models, with the driver's side on the left when she actually drove. She had always preferred her hoverbike over a car. But, this was an American model, and the driver's seat was on the other side. She was just about to leap over to the proper side, when Jonathan sat himself down and started the car.
"Slow, Joanna?" He grinned.
"Shut up." She snarled.
Jonathan simply smiled and pecked Joanna on th cheek.
They had checked into a hotel for the night, after retrieving their stuff from Joanna's apartment and began to prepare to fly over to Russia tomorrow, where Interplex was located. Joanna laughed continuosly at Joanthan's attempts at an Irish accent. Her being raised in the Irish countryside with her British parents, she had no problem. Her problem though, was having to grow her hair. He always preferred it short, but for the cover, she had to grow it to the "Bloody mop" as she described it in her youth. Still, she was prepared for the beginning of the mission tomorrow. Neither of them had expected what was in store for them.
End of Chapter.
AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! Suspense! I love it! I hope you like the gadgets, and my writing style which I hope is like that of the late Ian Fleming. Review please!!!