Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2018 9:29:54 GMT -8
Deep inside the Dig Dug where the Powers That Be collect, analyze and sort through an almost endless stream of data that is received in real time all dealing with 2 fronts.
The Yamauchi.
The Energon Device.
Today is no different. In fact, based on new chatter on the dark web, the current mission is about to change……
The door to the conference room opens and stepping in is Nolan. The leader of Team ATARI. There isn’t anything he hasn’t seen during his 60 years on the job. He walks into the office to take his seat at the head of the table and to debrief the latest findings with his 3 captains.
Jack.
Ted.
JT.
Dabney and Bushnell have given Nolan strict orders on what must happen next. They were clear as the sun is hot. Find the Yamauchi and the Energon Device. Or else. And it’s Nolan job to deliver that directive on down the chain, all the way to the foot soldiers on the ground. But today, he just wasn’t feeling it. It’s the way Dabney said “Or else.” that made his ass clench a little.
Nolan walks up to his chair and places his hand on the back of the chair, not opting to sit.
“Gentlemen.” Nolan begins with, like normal. He’s no nonsense, no joking around with him, this is his life’s work. “Dabney and Bushnell…” Nolan continues saying, only pauses for Ted to piss and moan about Dabney again. Why the hatred? He’ll never know.
But there is no “Fooking Dabney! I swear!” from Ted. No ill fitting outdated suit, big bushy red mustache. No Ted at all.
“Where’s Teddy?” Nolan asks.
Jack and JT look at one another and then look at Nolan.
“No idea Boss.” JT says being the brown noser that he is, but then again, he has like 10 years to go before he can opt for early retirement.
“Not a fucking clue.” Jack says, who can retire today and not give a fuck tomorrow, giving him the option to speak, a little more freely. “But that cocksucker owes me lunch. We had a bet!”
This makes Nolan a little steamy under the collar. He called for this meeting, you better be here or you better have a real damn good reason on why you missed it, say like, death. Nolan crosses his arms.
“I see.” he says.
“I’m sure he has a good reason boss. You know Teddy. He wouldn't just not show up for this meeting.”
“I haven’t seen him all day.” Jack adds. “I told him, I want Olive Garden too. I know he’ll find a way to get out of it and I’ll be stuck with fucking KFC or some shit.”
Nolan pulls his chair back and takes a seat. Here he is, been given the orders to find and destroy the Yamauchi and one third of his team couldn’t be bothered to show up for the meeting. You can't win the war when you don’t even show up to hear the battle plans. He starts to tap his finger on the top of the jet fighter wing that makes up the conference table.
“Well then. In that case.” Nolan says as he looks up at his 2 Captains. “Moving forward. Ted is no longer apart of this mission.”
Jack looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. JT almost falls out of his chair.
“If he can’t be here, then I can’t count on him.”
Just then the door to the conference room busts open and running into the office is a winded, gasping for air, wishing he didn’t smoke 2 packs a day Ted! As he staggers towards the table and drops to his knees completely gassed, he holds up a wadded up bunch of papers. He holds them towards Nolan, who can’t believe what he is seeing. JT stands up thinking this is it, this is when Ted has that massive heart attack on the job.
JT also has Ted in the office death pool…...5K to the winner.
Jack is patting Ted on the back and is offering him a bottle of water.
“Their…….” Ted tries to says but is struggling to since he gulping air like a fish out of water.
“Thei-their…...back….” Ted says before collapsing to all fours on the floor. Nolan takes the wad of papers from his hand and quickly reads them.
“The!” sucks in air. “Yama…..” Gasping “Uchi!” more gasping. Jack is patting him on the back and helping him at least sit up. “They started!” gulps “The wildfires in…” wipes his forehead of so much sweat. “Cali.” Ted gets out in one last gasp.
Jack and JT are stunned. They look at Nolan who is quickly reading the report, the report that says that there is reason to believe that the Yamauchi started the wildfires in California to flush out the hiding spot of the Energon Device.
Nolan stands up.
“You tell the team to get their asses to California! Pronto!”
“Yes sir!” Jack says as he leaps over Ted’s gasping carcass that is leaning up against the wall as he nurses a second bottle of water and bolts down the hallway towards his people to make the orders he was just given happen.
Nolen then looks at JT.
“You tell 800 that he might be needed for this mission. Along with Tempest! All hands on deck JT!” Nolan barks.
“Sir!” A wide eyed JT says. “800 isn’t ready!”
Nolan comes around that table lickety quick and gets up in JT’s grill.
“Then you better make 800 ready!”
“Yes sir!” JT says and quickly exits the office.
Ted has somewhat caught his breath, he’s still gassed though. As Nolan rereads the notes, he says to Ted. “Get yourself together. We’re going to see Dabney.”
Ted makes a face as if he wish he was dead. “Fucking Dabney! I swear!”
The Yamauchi.
The Energon Device.
Today is no different. In fact, based on new chatter on the dark web, the current mission is about to change……
The door to the conference room opens and stepping in is Nolan. The leader of Team ATARI. There isn’t anything he hasn’t seen during his 60 years on the job. He walks into the office to take his seat at the head of the table and to debrief the latest findings with his 3 captains.
Jack.
Ted.
JT.
Dabney and Bushnell have given Nolan strict orders on what must happen next. They were clear as the sun is hot. Find the Yamauchi and the Energon Device. Or else. And it’s Nolan job to deliver that directive on down the chain, all the way to the foot soldiers on the ground. But today, he just wasn’t feeling it. It’s the way Dabney said “Or else.” that made his ass clench a little.
Nolan walks up to his chair and places his hand on the back of the chair, not opting to sit.
“Gentlemen.” Nolan begins with, like normal. He’s no nonsense, no joking around with him, this is his life’s work. “Dabney and Bushnell…” Nolan continues saying, only pauses for Ted to piss and moan about Dabney again. Why the hatred? He’ll never know.
But there is no “Fooking Dabney! I swear!” from Ted. No ill fitting outdated suit, big bushy red mustache. No Ted at all.
“Where’s Teddy?” Nolan asks.
Jack and JT look at one another and then look at Nolan.
“No idea Boss.” JT says being the brown noser that he is, but then again, he has like 10 years to go before he can opt for early retirement.
“Not a fucking clue.” Jack says, who can retire today and not give a fuck tomorrow, giving him the option to speak, a little more freely. “But that cocksucker owes me lunch. We had a bet!”
This makes Nolan a little steamy under the collar. He called for this meeting, you better be here or you better have a real damn good reason on why you missed it, say like, death. Nolan crosses his arms.
“I see.” he says.
“I’m sure he has a good reason boss. You know Teddy. He wouldn't just not show up for this meeting.”
“I haven’t seen him all day.” Jack adds. “I told him, I want Olive Garden too. I know he’ll find a way to get out of it and I’ll be stuck with fucking KFC or some shit.”
Nolan pulls his chair back and takes a seat. Here he is, been given the orders to find and destroy the Yamauchi and one third of his team couldn’t be bothered to show up for the meeting. You can't win the war when you don’t even show up to hear the battle plans. He starts to tap his finger on the top of the jet fighter wing that makes up the conference table.
“Well then. In that case.” Nolan says as he looks up at his 2 Captains. “Moving forward. Ted is no longer apart of this mission.”
Jack looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. JT almost falls out of his chair.
“If he can’t be here, then I can’t count on him.”
Just then the door to the conference room busts open and running into the office is a winded, gasping for air, wishing he didn’t smoke 2 packs a day Ted! As he staggers towards the table and drops to his knees completely gassed, he holds up a wadded up bunch of papers. He holds them towards Nolan, who can’t believe what he is seeing. JT stands up thinking this is it, this is when Ted has that massive heart attack on the job.
JT also has Ted in the office death pool…...5K to the winner.
Jack is patting Ted on the back and is offering him a bottle of water.
“Their…….” Ted tries to says but is struggling to since he gulping air like a fish out of water.
“Thei-their…...back….” Ted says before collapsing to all fours on the floor. Nolan takes the wad of papers from his hand and quickly reads them.
“The!” sucks in air. “Yama…..” Gasping “Uchi!” more gasping. Jack is patting him on the back and helping him at least sit up. “They started!” gulps “The wildfires in…” wipes his forehead of so much sweat. “Cali.” Ted gets out in one last gasp.
Jack and JT are stunned. They look at Nolan who is quickly reading the report, the report that says that there is reason to believe that the Yamauchi started the wildfires in California to flush out the hiding spot of the Energon Device.
Nolan stands up.
“You tell the team to get their asses to California! Pronto!”
“Yes sir!” Jack says as he leaps over Ted’s gasping carcass that is leaning up against the wall as he nurses a second bottle of water and bolts down the hallway towards his people to make the orders he was just given happen.
Nolen then looks at JT.
“You tell 800 that he might be needed for this mission. Along with Tempest! All hands on deck JT!” Nolan barks.
“Sir!” A wide eyed JT says. “800 isn’t ready!”
Nolan comes around that table lickety quick and gets up in JT’s grill.
“Then you better make 800 ready!”
“Yes sir!” JT says and quickly exits the office.
Ted has somewhat caught his breath, he’s still gassed though. As Nolan rereads the notes, he says to Ted. “Get yourself together. We’re going to see Dabney.”
Ted makes a face as if he wish he was dead. “Fucking Dabney! I swear!”
