As John "freight-train" Black watched his team checking their gear before this final assault, he ran over what he knew about their target in his mind.
'In 1981 a neurologist named Francis Courbet found a way to transfer consciousness to an electronic medium. At first this consisted of only vague
memories that were left behind in the still fresh brain tissue of a recently deceased subject. In most circumstances these were people that were
slated as organ donors, or the homeless who's bodies were not claimed. Dr. Courbet would back-up the snippets that he found interesting as raw data
files and transfer them to his home computer, hoping to ensure his work would live on in the event DARPA pulled his funding. In 1983 Dr. Courbet was
given his choice of prisoners on death row, with the promise of using a willing and knowing subjects brain. The problem however lied in finding a
prisoner who consented. Courbet chose a man named Gibson Charles who was sentenced to death in 1979 for the murder of fifteen police officers over the
course of ten years. Charles, in his crimes, would either call in a false car jacking or pretend to be stranded on the side of the road until an
officer arrived. The when he saw his opportunity he would jump the cop with a box cutter and slit his throat from behind. Dr. Courbet chose this man
because he was highly intelligent, a Yale drop out to be exact, and most importantly because he was willing and in fact excited to have his memories
saved from the blackness of his body's demise.'
Commander Black's thoughts were interrupted by his unit corporal. A woman that came to be affectionately known as Aunt B. Her real name was Melinda
Hughes, but she hated that name and anyone who made the mistake to address her by it was destined for an infirmary trip. The name Aunt B came about
when a Sergeant from her first unit thought it was a good idea to grab her behind in the chow line one day. Aunt B dropped and spun, sweeping the
sergeants legs. As she stood she continued her twist coming to perfectly face the wide eyed sergeant now laying on his back. Without hesitation she
jammed her right foot down into the mans exposed crotch. As the sergeant writhed in pain Aunt B bent to bring her head closer to the man so no one
else would hear. "If you touch me again you wont have testicles to nurse back to health next time." She received two weeks latrine duty. The sergeant
decided not to pursue a hearing. She truly was one tough B*%ch.
"Commander" she repeated. "Unit Two-Four is ready sir. We are still about twenty minutes out. Cloak is holding at 87%."
John took a moment to admire this woman. They had been through too much for words in the last two years. "Very good corporal, have the new weapons
"No sir I was awaiting you order to do so." Replied B "But I must say sir I do not like attempting to keep this info from the rest of the unit. They
are not fools, and talk is going around as to what is in those cases." she said with a slight edge.
"Well it is of little consequence now corporal. The time has come to inform them and we are way to far gone to turn back now." the commander
countered. "So you have the order, bring them up to speed and I will be with you in a moment."
"Yes sir" grimaced the corporal. Walking away without giving a salute.
Black turned from the cargo hold and walked toward the cockpit, continuing his train of thought. 'So after his execution Dr. Courbet took the brain of
Gibson Charles and put it on ice. Carrying it as swiftly as he could to the warehouse he called his lab, the DR. began extracting the sociopaths
memories. What happened in the time after this and before DARPA cut his funding isn't exactly known. It is assumed that he backed up copy of the mad
mans memories and added them to his collection at home. His handlers lost all contact with the Dr. in the next weeks. They pulled his funding and
cleared everything from his lab, then burned it to the ground. They went to his home but he had fled, leaving behind most everything but some clothes
and his home computer. He was not seen again until 1992 when a call came in to the local police office of a little town in New Mexico about a
disgruntled elderly man at a electronics store. He was yelling that unless they found what he needed he would blow up the building and everyone in it.
The description matched the Dr. and agents moved in. They located his new lab set up but by the time they arrived the Dr. was dead. Electrocuted; a
thick gauge wire protruding from his temples.'
Commander Black reached the door that led to the cockpit. He pressed his right hand against the scanner that gave access. Had to have a heart beat and
a heat signature. A new safety feature since the clankers were getting more advanced. The door opened into the ceiling sliding up effortlessly. Even
after a month on this ship he still ducked when entering the cockpit.
Upon his entrance both pilots stood and saluted. 'Fly boys, by the book til' the end' Black thought. "At ease boys" he said as he put his hand on
each's shoulder. "Its time to blind the world". The pilots glanced at each other then turned and sat at their stations.
"Activating emp mines." said the pilot. One of the best pilots Commander had seen, and only 16 years old. No way for a kid to live. "Okay" said the
co-pilot "we have to deactivate the cloaks on the emp mines to detonate. The de-cloak will take less than a second but if the detonation is triggered
to early then it will fail. If to late and the mines are detected some satellites might survive, and there will be a hole in the wall for ADAM to
escape through." he took a breath "you have less than 2/10 of a second to detonate after I de-cloak to ensure the emps are not detected." The air of
tension grew. All three men knew if this key aspect to the assault failed then every thing was for naught. Commander broke the silence. "No turning
back now. You have been trained for situations as this, though admittedly not nearly as FUBAR, but now is the time. Get it done. Close any exit this
f**ker might have." The pilots exchanged another worried glance. "Okay, de-cloaking emps in 5.....4.....3.....2.....1.....now!" A fraction of a second
later the pilot activated detonation. If anyone on earth was looking up at that moment they would have seen the sky light up around the whole of the
Earth. As ten thousand strategically placed emps went off simultaneously and took out every single satellite surrounding our planet in one fell swoop.
Operation severed cord was a success. Now the real challenge began.
edit on 14/9/12 by masqua because: Title change per discussion