Truth
Australia, Noon;
Val surfaced and got back on the boat. "Man its pretty down there." she said.
A sixteen year old boy surfaces nearby, holding a sea turtle with blood dripping from the side of its head. "Mom, found this turtle down there in a net, it looks like it got a pretty nasty cut.." said Greg, Val's son and an inspiring zoologist. He was also a Kaijuologist in training and one of the few in the world. Even though he wasn't in collage yet, he had already written several interesting hypothesis on both Godzilla and the space creature Dogora that had appeared in 1964, both of which had been accepted by a few scientists. Val guessed that was what happens when your parents are scientists.
"Bring it on board." said Val.
Greg carefully brings the turtle ashore before taking off his scuba goggles and putting on a pair of sun glasses. "I'm not sure what made the cut, might of got it on the reef or on the net."
"Maybe you should asks it?", Val wasn't joking, Greg had a very strange mental power. He could read the mind of any animal he made eye contact with, he wore the sunglasses all the time because eye contact with other humans put them in a hypnotic trance. No one could explain it but it fit Greg pretty well.
"Ok." Val turns around so not to make eye contact. Greg removes his sunglasses, his eyes were also strange looking in the fact they looked like a blind person's even though he could see perfectly. Greg seemed to go into a trance as he looked into the sea turtle's eyes. Once he finds the information he was looking for, he puts his sunglasses back on. "She slammed her head off the reef trying to get out of the net."
"You think you could go down and bring the net up while I stitch up that wound?"
"Sure."
Ocean fifty miles south of Japan, 12:10 pm;
Godzilla marched along the ocean floor. He had gone a long distance from the island and he felt hungry. He had eaten a good deal of fish but that hadn't be enough, it was like his body needed something else. He sensed a food source his body was craving in the distance and he would get it. His head snapped to the side, he sensed something. Out of the darkness of the sea, a massive shark surged forth, intent on protecting it territory. It latched its jaws onto Godzilla's arm but couldn't pierce his thick hide. The shark was giant but it was only one forth Godzilla's size. Godzilla twists his body around and slams it into the ground. The shark refuses to release so Godzilla swings it upwards before slamming it down to the rocky ocean floor. He repeats the process until the beast is force to let go. It spins back behind Godzilla and bites down on Godzilla's spines. Godzilla begins to charge his atomic ray, the shark's mouth burns as the heat builds up, forcing it to release. Godzilla spins around and fires the beam of blue energy. It hit's the shark in the mouth, blowing its head off and hurling its body backwards and into a mountain. Godzilla lets out a victorious roar.
Something else catches Godzilla's senses, something he needed. He turns to find a nuclear submarine driving through the sea. Godzilla rises off the ocean floor and rockets forwards. The captain looks at the sonar, they had came to investigate two large readings. By this time one had vanished but the other was swimming right for them. He walks over to the periscope and looks out. "What is that? No! It can't be!" he yelled in a panic. Godzilla swims above them and roars as he brings his tail down. It shatters the hull of the submarine and causes it to explode. Godzilla's spines glow as he absorbs the radiation.
Pacific Ocean, 12:15 pm;
"So did you sleep well last night?" asks Samson, leading Patrick through the machine room. Patrick had gone to sleep not long after he had seen the demo of the machine. Samson was once again surprised by this, Gordon never went to sleep so early or got up so late.
"Yeah, jet lag really takes it out of you. Now what does T.E.M.P.E.S.T run on?" asks Patrick.
"We use geothermal out here. Nothing else can provide us with the power we need."
"And what kind of energy does the cannon fire?"
"It's an artificial solar energy for the heat ray and we filter it through a one of a kind crystal that reverses it to a beam at near absolute zero."
"Interesting." said Patrick, looking at his watch. "Now is that the crystal?" He points to an orb on the side of the cannon with wires and tubes attached.
"Yes, the crystal itself is inside and pretty big." said Samson turning towards the cannon, not noticing Patrick quickly sticking a transmitter on the computer in front of him.
"Any other questions?"
"Yeah, how do you control where the storms go?"
"By tilting the maser in the direction we want, eventually we'll set up a satellite web to redirect the beam to were we want."
"Ever made a hurricane before?"
"No, the tropical storm you saw was the strongest thing we've ever made but I suppose we could make anywhere from a light breeze to a category 11."
"11? That could do some re-"
"Samson duck!" yelled a voice behind them. Out of instinct, he ducks. Gordon swings his sword over his head and almost cuts Patrick's head off. Patrick does a surprising back flip and starts running.
"Gordon what was that about!"
"That man wasn't who you thought he was. His name might be Patrick but he's not with the UN. He's the second in command of Red Bamboo."
"You mean that new terrorist organization?"
"Yeah."
Samson quickly runs over to an intercom. "Attention! Security Breach engage lock down!"
Patrick runs down the hall ways, large metal doors slamming shut behind him. He almost makes it to the last one when it slams shut in front of him. "Nice try but no dice." said Patrick, he stabs a knife into the control panel, opening the door.
He reaches a cliff and turns to see Gordon pointing a gun at him. "Its over, come with me quietly or I'll kill you without a second thought." said Gordon.
"Or this!" Patrick falls backwards off the cliff. Gordon runs over and looks over to find Patrick fleeing on a speed boat. Gordon fires after him until he's out of range.
Australia, 12:30 pm;
Val releases the turtle into the water. "Good eyes down there." said Val.
"Thanks, hey I thought Uncle Alex was coming." said Greg.
"He was but you know how slow that old van of his is."
"I think its cool."
"Why? Because he modified it so he can get his Pontiac in and out of the back of it like the guy from Knight Rider? Or that it now has an oil slick and smoke screen?"
"Both. Hey it looks like him now."
Another boat pulls up beside them. Out onto the deck walks a fairly large man. Alex was a nice guy but his mind was stuck in a time warp. That was why he was currently wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a Knight Rider t-shirt shirt. Knight Rider was his favorite show, which was why he modified his van and made his car an exact replica of the car from the show. Even though he didn't look it, he was another respected scientist. "Hey sis, hey Greg." said Alex.
"Hey Alex." said Val.
"What took you so long?" asks Greg.
"These government types stopped me on the way here, said they need me and you for something important." said Alex, a serious expression on his face.
"Can it wait?" asks Val.
"No, they said it was really important. They also said they want Greg to come, they said it was because he was a kaijuologist and they need everyone they can get."
"He has some respected hypothesizes, that's for sure but it must be a big time kaiju for them to even get scientists of his age, we'd better go."
"Cool!" said Greg, obviously enjoying himself.
"My van is parked on shore, along with some government agents, who knows maybe I'll get to use that oil slick after all." said Alex.
Ok, if anyone needs to know why I always have some form of psychic in my storys and my answer is quite simple, psychics are just cool. If you haven't seen Knight Rider, its a really cool show from the 80s. Anyway see you next time!