Post by npc on Jul 20, 2005 16:56:25 GMT -5
Colonel Steven Hamphire sat watching a blip on the monitor in front of him. He rubbed the hard stubble on his chin, realizing that he had forgotten to shave. Clicking an icon on the computer monitor, he switched to another view.
On the screen was the image of a 3d humanoid in low detail, since the only important items where the readouts coming from the rather crude image.
the Colonel watched the heart rate began to climb slightly as the blood pressure began to rise. The body climbed a fraction of a degree in temperature, then dropped almost as quickly. "never let them see you sweat..", Steven mumbled. His new agent in the field was doing better then he had anticipated, though he would never let her know that. It was better to keep her under his thumb keeping the pressure on. That way she would never lax up and lose her edge.
Leaning back against he high back office chair, he stretched placing his hands behind his head like a pillow. Steven picked up the cigar in front of him and took a long deep drag, he puffed the smoke from the side of his lip allowing it to drift aimlessly in the room.
A beeping noise from a panel on his desk, drew his attention. "What'd ya want!", Steven barked into the intercom like device. "I t'ld ya not to disturb me!"
"Sir,its Tyler Monroe. It sounds urgent, sir."
"All right patch 'em through.", a dull clicking noise followed by static from a bad connection.
"This better be good, Mr Monroe. Why are you contacting me? You have your orders!", the sound on the other end was a long pause.
"Sir, I can't...", a long sigh followed, "I can't do this anymore.. they are getting close, my files have been checked and they've been into my computer. If they find out.."
"Let me get this straight, your chickening out? Your giving up, throwing in the towel? After what those mutants did to you and your family!?", the colonel paused for a moment taking a deep drag on his cigar, "Your nothing but a mutie lover! Thats your problem kid, you ain't got the guts to stand up to those freaks! I want those files and I want them now, or else I'll be the one dealing with you and your family! You understand me boy?!"
Tylers voice shuddered as he spoke, any resignation he had before was now clearly gone. "Yes sir.. I understand..."
"Good, now if you ever call here again, I will break your legs as an example to all the other mutie lovers out there! Ya got me!". Steven slammed the button with his fist, wishing it was a phone he could have slammed down instead.
Turning back to his computer, Hamphire grabbed the keyboard pulling it toward him. He typed in a simple message
" M. We got a problem, contact operations ASAP, CH". Coding it he sent to the recipient.
"Now lets see if she even answers the damn thing."
On the screen was the image of a 3d humanoid in low detail, since the only important items where the readouts coming from the rather crude image.
the Colonel watched the heart rate began to climb slightly as the blood pressure began to rise. The body climbed a fraction of a degree in temperature, then dropped almost as quickly. "never let them see you sweat..", Steven mumbled. His new agent in the field was doing better then he had anticipated, though he would never let her know that. It was better to keep her under his thumb keeping the pressure on. That way she would never lax up and lose her edge.
Leaning back against he high back office chair, he stretched placing his hands behind his head like a pillow. Steven picked up the cigar in front of him and took a long deep drag, he puffed the smoke from the side of his lip allowing it to drift aimlessly in the room.
A beeping noise from a panel on his desk, drew his attention. "What'd ya want!", Steven barked into the intercom like device. "I t'ld ya not to disturb me!"
"Sir,its Tyler Monroe. It sounds urgent, sir."
"All right patch 'em through.", a dull clicking noise followed by static from a bad connection.
"This better be good, Mr Monroe. Why are you contacting me? You have your orders!", the sound on the other end was a long pause.
"Sir, I can't...", a long sigh followed, "I can't do this anymore.. they are getting close, my files have been checked and they've been into my computer. If they find out.."
"Let me get this straight, your chickening out? Your giving up, throwing in the towel? After what those mutants did to you and your family!?", the colonel paused for a moment taking a deep drag on his cigar, "Your nothing but a mutie lover! Thats your problem kid, you ain't got the guts to stand up to those freaks! I want those files and I want them now, or else I'll be the one dealing with you and your family! You understand me boy?!"
Tylers voice shuddered as he spoke, any resignation he had before was now clearly gone. "Yes sir.. I understand..."
"Good, now if you ever call here again, I will break your legs as an example to all the other mutie lovers out there! Ya got me!". Steven slammed the button with his fist, wishing it was a phone he could have slammed down instead.
Turning back to his computer, Hamphire grabbed the keyboard pulling it toward him. He typed in a simple message
" M. We got a problem, contact operations ASAP, CH". Coding it he sent to the recipient.
"Now lets see if she even answers the damn thing."