posted on Oct, 23 2009 @ 03:33 AM
I would like to start a thriller/si fi story here involving some basic charictars and hopfully a twisting and turning plot, it should be fun and I
hope I have provided a good enough platform. I can't wait to see where this one goes.
The air was crisp and cool as agent Alan Forrester steeped of his front porch, he anticipated the early morning drive into Langley that awaited him.
Checking to make sure all of his effects were in tow, he got into his vehicle and pulled it out of the drive, completely unaware that this would be
anything but a normal day at the office within his lonely world as a CIA analyst. Placing his cell phone to his ear he addressed the other party, “
Good morning! What’s on the roster for today”?
In a small room the specialized lights hummed with a slow pulsing barely audible, accompanied by their main characteristic, that being their operation
within the invisible spectrums. Humidity constantly controlled and kept at precise levels. The room, windowless and possessing but one entrance, a
biologically sealed sally port was monitored for all aspects of environment including temperature. This was all 20-year veteran of Security Services
International Frank Howell knew as he took his post every day amidst a array of monitors, his only assignment…to place a phone call should anything
change even in the slightest.
“Coffee Alan”? Patricia Slovak asked as he walked past her office, “sorry Pat I don’t have time this morning but maybe lunch” The cafeteria
inside the Central Intelligence Agency was Alan’s choice for entertaining colleagues because he could use his “work” as an excuse when he tired
of the company. “Cafeteria”? “About 1- ish”? “Sure”. Pat replied as the Blur of Alan’s dark sport coat disappeared beyond the border of
her doorway. Alan never took her up on a coffee offer, besides being happily married he despised Pat’s constant attempts to “get him to loosen
up” and “let go” “why does she care anyway”? He thought to himself as he rounded the corner approaching the entrance to his post. A discreet
smile was quickly erased…“she is easy on the eyes I must admit”
Reaching his workstation Alan noticed the familiar burgundy file folders that he was so accustomed to greeting him every morning. Alan reached over
picking the first on up as he sat down, 000k811, the header read: Metabolic activities of cave dwelling, culturable, microbial organisms.
Spencer Tennessee. DR. Ann Steinbrenner had just finished donning the remainder of her protective gear and seizing an opportunity for further
exploration into a recently discovered vein 10 miles into “Big Bone” cave she proceeded into the darkness, turning on the fully charged headlamps
and checking her communication equipment… “Radio check” she muttered “copy DR. You’re clear on this end” a voice replied. After several
hundred feet the cave took a sharp turn exposing a large section of blasted away earth, walking through the exposed gap Ann looked down into a
seemingly bottomless abyss, the ROV control panel was set up adjacent to the water filled void, Ann sat down continuing where she had left off only
hours prior she was too excited for sleep and couldn’t wait to collect more samples.
The control panel was simple, one monitor for the video “eye” of the ROV and one monitor for the various gauges including
depth,angle,pressure,ambilical length remaining ect ect. Below was a multi function control stick, which Ann was very familiar with. The ROV, on loan
from an undisclosed company responded to the slight touch of the stick and whizzed into a decent, it’s flood lamps illuminated the swallowing
blackness that lay ahead. Ann checked he depth gauge “ One mile to contact” she voiced over the radio, “copy proceed to target location DR”.
“You got it” she replied as she pressed the stick forward. All gauges looked good and the ROV was operating within optimal range. “Nothing on
visual yet” “I’ll let you guy’s know when the little swimmer reaches the site”. “Remember DR, this is not a treasure hunt we need the
samples alive find as many colonies as you can and get them back topside ASAP”!
Frank Howell was shocked when he received the phone call, “Frank expect some visitors this evening” his boss had stated, “they’re going to be
checking the equipment and entering that room understood”? “Yes sir, completely will there be anything else”? “Ugh Frank I…never mind just
see to it you don’t disturb them”. The line went dead. 9 miles away a man dressed in black BDU’s exited the office of Byron Chambers director of
Security services International tucking a silenced Walther PPK into his rear waistline.
Alan picked up the phone on his desk and dialed home, “hello”? “Hi baby” he said hearing the lovely voice of his wife on the other end.
“How’s the next Forrester holding up”? “Oh he’s fine Alan” she replied placing her hand softly on her just slightly extended stomach. “I
bet he can’t wait to meet his wonderful daddy” “And momma”? “I’m feeling great today, in fact I might join some of the girls from the
office for lunch” she said cradling the phone with her shoulder. “Good sweetheart, sounds great just enjoy the freedom while you can I’ll see
you when I get home”. “Alan I love you” “I love you too sweetheart” he replied before setting down the handset, Sighing at the file folders
that seemed to drown out the top of his desk.
The exterior monitor showed two black SUV’s heading up the dirt road that lead to the security gate, “this must be them” Frank thought as he
zoomed in on the first vehicle as it pulled up to the intercom box. “We’re here to conduct tests in secure containment” “yes sir” Frank
replied as he pressed the gate release button “please proceed, I’ll meet you gentleman in the security corridor, just use your card key to access
the main entrance followed by your code” “we’ll see you soon” the driver replied as he pulled a card key from his jacket pocket. “Thank you
Mr. Chambers” he mumbled as he pulled forward next producing a folded up piece of paper with blood spattered across it… the numbers 2278 written
“Touchdown at target site, everything’s looking good on the panel,” Dr. Ann stated while hovering the ROV above a series of slight indentations
on the bottom of the massive water filled section of the cave. Collecting the samples was simple; Ann just turned off the ROV’s lights and switched
to infrared, the ground “illuminated “ in patches about 7 or 8 inches in diameter, the soil was collected using a mechanical arm and collection
tube and placed in a special pressurized container on the ROV then returned to the sub station where it was collected for transport topside, it’s
whereabouts after that were unknown to DR. Steinbrenner her employer was adamant about the secrecy of this project.
The security corridor of the building was a long hallway connected to a sealed room just outside the small containment room. Frank walked the length
careful to make sure his uniform was straight. The “process log” was a sealed steel container used for any entrance into the containment room, it
rested under Frank’s right arm just above his holstered Taurus .357.He looked up at the outer door monitor as 8 men approached, 4 were in dark suits
and 4 had on some kind of “space suits” Frank thought to himself as he smiled. The key card panel lit up 4 green lights, “now just the code
gentleman” Frank spoke into the monitor, seconds later the door released. “How are you sir”? Frank said in his most “official” sounding
tone. “We’re great thanks, are you the only guard on duty”? The lead man said as he began to enter. “Yes sir, just me. One more man we work
12’s”. Frank replied as he led the group down the hallway and into the security room. “We need to be sure the security protocols remain in
effect” the man stated as he slid the key card into the “process log” “of course” Frank replied. “We’ll let my men work while we wait in
the secure corridor,” he said as the protective suited men approached the outer door to the containment room. “Just a thumb print on the digital
process log from you… Frank than my men can begin”. “Sir” Frank acknowledged as he pressed his thumb on the pad.
Frank led the group out to the hallway trying his best to think of something to talk about, he wanted to ask about what exactly was in that room but
he knew his policy and didn’t want anything bad getting to his boss, 20 years of impeccable conduct was after all the reason he was chosen for this
assignment. Moments latter the security room door opened and the four “astronauts” as Frank liked to think of them appeared, all carried small
metal cylinders, Frank didn’t recall them going in with them “ fellas I was not told you would be taking anything out of the facility”… as he
turned to address the lead man he saw two flashes before his world went dark, the men exited one tucking a silenced Walther PPK into a shoulder