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CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post four)
“Correct!” Answers the President, and then adds. “The walled City, as I believe it’s called in the service.”
“Sir, you do realise that none of our agents have ever been there?” The security man poses the question, carefully.
The President looks at the man, and then seems to look right through him. After a chilling moment he gives his answer. “Yes, I’m aware of that,” he replies. “I know only too well the dangers involved in this kind of mission…” The Presidents voice tails off as though he’s thinking about something that happened a long time ago. “However,” he continues. “We have to, we must, penetrate the Metropolski. I’m convinced from talking with the defected agent that the Walled City holds a special clue for us.”
The security man knows that it is his job to obey orders and he thinks that if he doesn’t volunteer to go to the Metropolski, the President and worse, the Presidents staff will think that he is a coward and that just won’t do.
“Sir!” he shouts, standing to attention in front of the leader of his country. “I want to Volunteer Sir!
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Monday 30 June 2008
Friday 27 June 2008
CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post three)
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CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post three)
Just as the men start to leave the room a messenger enters and approaches the President. He whispers something that only the President can hear.
“Wait!” shouts the President and immediately the men begin to regroup. “Men, we have just heard that the radio signals are getting stronger and stronger and that our satellite stations have picked up definite radio messages.” He is reading from a card that the messenger has given him. He turns it over then upside down and then back the right way. “At this minute we are trying to make some sense of them.” He says and quickly looks to Professor Kearns for support. “Correct Professor?” he questions.
“Yes, unfortunately Mister President…” The Professor ad lib’s. Then taking the messengers card he turns back to face the men. “Gentlemen, we could be on the verge of possibly the most exciting encounter in the whole history of man.” He speaks as though he has just thought of this, as though nobody knows that he is reading it off the card. “On the other hand it may be disaster if these people? are hostile!”
The same security man or perhaps another dressed and groomed just like the first one, puts in a question. “Is that likely Professor?” the man asks, “I mean, if they are hostile they’d hardly be attempting to contact us! Would they?”
The professor answers him rapidly. “Well, at this stage we honestly don’t know do we? They may well not be trying to contact us at all.”
The security man stares open mouthed at the professor for several seconds, finally he speaks in a squeaky voice “You mean, we er, we might’ve just stumbled onto their wavelength?”
“Something like that.” Replies the Professor quickly, then adds “Only of course much more technical and very complicated.” He shrugs his shoulders and forces his mouth into a sort of grin. The others present respond in a similar manner.
The President takes the microphone back off Professor Kearns. “Men, I wanna form a special team, this morning a foreign agent defected to us and he tells a strange story of an Eastern Party Peoples plan to control the world.” The President studies the looks on the men’s faces, then continues to speak. “I know that you all have many questions to ask but really I’m as much in the dark as you all are, however, it may well help to talk among yourselves but remember that walls have ears and that none of us can be too careful in these troubled times.” He raises both of his hands into the air as though he is pleading with God, after a moment he turns back to the gathering. “Men you are dismissed!” He says and steps down from the platform.
In a soundproofed side office the President, Professor Kearns and five other men are seated at a glass topped table. It is the President who is speaking. “Men, you are my hand-picked team, my special force, it may be the case that one of you may lose his life before this thing is over. This morning as I said to you earlier, an Eastern Party agent defected to us, but what I didn’t disclose in the general meeting was that he is a high ranking official in the organisation over there. Now as everybody here knows, they have ambitions to control not only their own people but all of the peoples of this world including us.”
One of the hand-picked operatives forces the question that is on the minds of all of the other men. “By what means Sir? Is this connected with the radio signals?”
The President looks at Kearns and then at Johnson, finally he turns to the man who is asking the question. “I don’t know,” he replies in a quiet voice. “I really don’t know anything any more, what I do know though, is that I want two of you men to volunteer to be sent on an investigation to the Metropolski.”
“The Walled City, Sir?”
Now read on..
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CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post three)
Just as the men start to leave the room a messenger enters and approaches the President. He whispers something that only the President can hear.
“Wait!” shouts the President and immediately the men begin to regroup. “Men, we have just heard that the radio signals are getting stronger and stronger and that our satellite stations have picked up definite radio messages.” He is reading from a card that the messenger has given him. He turns it over then upside down and then back the right way. “At this minute we are trying to make some sense of them.” He says and quickly looks to Professor Kearns for support. “Correct Professor?” he questions.
“Yes, unfortunately Mister President…” The Professor ad lib’s. Then taking the messengers card he turns back to face the men. “Gentlemen, we could be on the verge of possibly the most exciting encounter in the whole history of man.” He speaks as though he has just thought of this, as though nobody knows that he is reading it off the card. “On the other hand it may be disaster if these people? are hostile!”
The same security man or perhaps another dressed and groomed just like the first one, puts in a question. “Is that likely Professor?” the man asks, “I mean, if they are hostile they’d hardly be attempting to contact us! Would they?”
The professor answers him rapidly. “Well, at this stage we honestly don’t know do we? They may well not be trying to contact us at all.”
The security man stares open mouthed at the professor for several seconds, finally he speaks in a squeaky voice “You mean, we er, we might’ve just stumbled onto their wavelength?”
“Something like that.” Replies the Professor quickly, then adds “Only of course much more technical and very complicated.” He shrugs his shoulders and forces his mouth into a sort of grin. The others present respond in a similar manner.
The President takes the microphone back off Professor Kearns. “Men, I wanna form a special team, this morning a foreign agent defected to us and he tells a strange story of an Eastern Party Peoples plan to control the world.” The President studies the looks on the men’s faces, then continues to speak. “I know that you all have many questions to ask but really I’m as much in the dark as you all are, however, it may well help to talk among yourselves but remember that walls have ears and that none of us can be too careful in these troubled times.” He raises both of his hands into the air as though he is pleading with God, after a moment he turns back to the gathering. “Men you are dismissed!” He says and steps down from the platform.
In a soundproofed side office the President, Professor Kearns and five other men are seated at a glass topped table. It is the President who is speaking. “Men, you are my hand-picked team, my special force, it may be the case that one of you may lose his life before this thing is over. This morning as I said to you earlier, an Eastern Party agent defected to us, but what I didn’t disclose in the general meeting was that he is a high ranking official in the organisation over there. Now as everybody here knows, they have ambitions to control not only their own people but all of the peoples of this world including us.”
One of the hand-picked operatives forces the question that is on the minds of all of the other men. “By what means Sir? Is this connected with the radio signals?”
The President looks at Kearns and then at Johnson, finally he turns to the man who is asking the question. “I don’t know,” he replies in a quiet voice. “I really don’t know anything any more, what I do know though, is that I want two of you men to volunteer to be sent on an investigation to the Metropolski.”
“The Walled City, Sir?”
Now read on..
Thursday 26 June 2008
CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post two)
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CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post two)
“Men, I’ve called you together today, because of a possible State emergency.”
The President starts speaking with a pained look on his face, he tries to force a smile but his acting skills are not that well honed.
“Men, it seems that our Space Research Center on the coast has been monitoring radio signals from outer space.”
He continues as the men exchange glances of disbelief and whisper 'Phews!' and mouth 'Wows!'
“Men, I’m gonna hand you over to Professor Kearns, who will fill in the details for you.”
The aging professor steps up onto the small platform beside the President.
“Thank you Mister President,” he says confidently. He turns to face the others and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. An aide hands him a very full glass of hurriedly poured water which he takes a quick gulp from and spills the rest down the front of his tweed jacket. “Well Gentlemen,” he manages to stutter at the second attempt. “There isn’t much to tell but an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us.” He looks around the room and the President and a couple of close aides nod in agreement. Regaining his initial confidence the Professor continues to address the gathering. “As I was saying, an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us, we are sure of this. My department informed the President this morning, resulting in this meeting. Do you have any questions?”
Everyone in the room raises their hands and one or two of the men jump up on their feet excitedly. The first person to make himself heard clearly is one of the dark suited security men.
“Professor,” he says “do you see this as an indication of warfare? With Aliens?”
“Well!” the professor replies, “We hope not obviously, but really it’s too early to say.” Then quickly before anyone else can distract him from his train of thought he adds, “ at this stage of, well who knows what?”
Everybody wants to ask a question now but it’s the President who takes the microphone first.
“Men, we’re gonna have to call this a wrap, any business discussed here is to go no further. This is as always, Top Secret and highly confidential information.” He turns and hands the microphone back to the Professor.
Professor Kearns smiles and nods his head slowly in agreement.
“Yes Gentlemen, you can imagine what the newspapers, radio and TV would make of this.”
The President has the final word.
“Thank you for sharing with us Professor.” He says, and then to the others; “Men, we will meet again in twenty four hours time, you are free to go!”
Read on..
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CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post two)
“Men, I’ve called you together today, because of a possible State emergency.”
The President starts speaking with a pained look on his face, he tries to force a smile but his acting skills are not that well honed.
“Men, it seems that our Space Research Center on the coast has been monitoring radio signals from outer space.”
He continues as the men exchange glances of disbelief and whisper 'Phews!' and mouth 'Wows!'
“Men, I’m gonna hand you over to Professor Kearns, who will fill in the details for you.”
The aging professor steps up onto the small platform beside the President.
“Thank you Mister President,” he says confidently. He turns to face the others and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. An aide hands him a very full glass of hurriedly poured water which he takes a quick gulp from and spills the rest down the front of his tweed jacket. “Well Gentlemen,” he manages to stutter at the second attempt. “There isn’t much to tell but an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us.” He looks around the room and the President and a couple of close aides nod in agreement. Regaining his initial confidence the Professor continues to address the gathering. “As I was saying, an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us, we are sure of this. My department informed the President this morning, resulting in this meeting. Do you have any questions?”
Everyone in the room raises their hands and one or two of the men jump up on their feet excitedly. The first person to make himself heard clearly is one of the dark suited security men.
“Professor,” he says “do you see this as an indication of warfare? With Aliens?”
“Well!” the professor replies, “We hope not obviously, but really it’s too early to say.” Then quickly before anyone else can distract him from his train of thought he adds, “ at this stage of, well who knows what?”
Everybody wants to ask a question now but it’s the President who takes the microphone first.
“Men, we’re gonna have to call this a wrap, any business discussed here is to go no further. This is as always, Top Secret and highly confidential information.” He turns and hands the microphone back to the Professor.
Professor Kearns smiles and nods his head slowly in agreement.
“Yes Gentlemen, you can imagine what the newspapers, radio and TV would make of this.”
The President has the final word.
“Thank you for sharing with us Professor.” He says, and then to the others; “Men, we will meet again in twenty four hours time, you are free to go!”
Read on..
Monday 23 June 2008
Zblog #8
Zblog #8
MONKEY PUZZLE
Welcome to my-work-in-progress-novel Space Invaders! Or should I say welcome to my slow-progress-novel? Anyway, I apologise yet again for getting things wrong and not posting when I said I would and so on and such forth. I really mean to write a bit each day and to post at least once a week. I know I've said it before and I meant it then too. However, things don't always work out the way you want them to, do they?
PROMISES PROMISES
So this time I'm making no promises, all I can tell you is that I intend to finish this thing and that I will post whenever I can. I was just reading the excellent Writers Who Blog site and there was a thing there that talked about writing a hundred words a day. That's a good idea, isn't it. In fact I think I'll clink-the-link HERE and go back over there and read it again. Why don't you try it too? You never know, you just might like it.
THE STORY SO FAR..
Okay, thanks everybody for sticking with me. We're over in FreedomLand right now in Chapter Three of our little story, the big panic in the Oval Office is the Alien Threat! What will happen? Will the nasty aliens attack? Will the Space Bods on the west coast have a solution? Or will something else emerge? Read on to find out the answers to all of these questions and much much more.. How cheesey's that? More next time...
RECENT POSTINGS
Some of you may be wondering what happened to some of the recent postings and/or why there's a gap in the dates etc. The simple answer is, that I deleted several postings for technical reasons. Also to keep the continuity of the story going. I feel that I'm back on track now and that I will be making frequent postings in future. So, many thanks for visiting Space Invaders! Please tell your friends and bookmark this site and return as often as you like.
MONKEY PUZZLE
Welcome to my-work-in-progress-novel Space Invaders! Or should I say welcome to my slow-progress-novel? Anyway, I apologise yet again for getting things wrong and not posting when I said I would and so on and such forth. I really mean to write a bit each day and to post at least once a week. I know I've said it before and I meant it then too. However, things don't always work out the way you want them to, do they?
PROMISES PROMISES
So this time I'm making no promises, all I can tell you is that I intend to finish this thing and that I will post whenever I can. I was just reading the excellent Writers Who Blog site and there was a thing there that talked about writing a hundred words a day. That's a good idea, isn't it. In fact I think I'll clink-the-link HERE and go back over there and read it again. Why don't you try it too? You never know, you just might like it.
THE STORY SO FAR..
Okay, thanks everybody for sticking with me. We're over in FreedomLand right now in Chapter Three of our little story, the big panic in the Oval Office is the Alien Threat! What will happen? Will the nasty aliens attack? Will the Space Bods on the west coast have a solution? Or will something else emerge? Read on to find out the answers to all of these questions and much much more.. How cheesey's that? More next time...
RECENT POSTINGS
Some of you may be wondering what happened to some of the recent postings and/or why there's a gap in the dates etc. The simple answer is, that I deleted several postings for technical reasons. Also to keep the continuity of the story going. I feel that I'm back on track now and that I will be making frequent postings in future. So, many thanks for visiting Space Invaders! Please tell your friends and bookmark this site and return as often as you like.
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