MidKnight
01-29-2010, 08:45 AM
“Alright Johnson who do we have?”
“Sir, we got Cyrus Jones and Geniveve Adams ready to move at once. They’re on a helicopter heading towards the polar ice cap as we speak. That was where the satellites’ signal was located.”
“Let’s hope they find that satellite.”
“Yes sir, but what if they get captured?”
“Well, once they land, they’re on their own, even if they’re captured. They won’t be getting any help from us in any possible way.”
“Yes sir.”
Somewhere in the Polar Ice Cap,
A helicopter flies in a valley; Cyrus watched the snow blowing by the helicopters’ window. “Sir, we’ll be reaching the drop zone in 15 minutes.” Cyrus nods his head in confirmation. Relaxed in his seat, chewing bubble gum, he moves his hand to neck to move the collar of his shirt. “God this is itchy.” He says quietly. He looks at his rifle and made sure that he had extra clips in his belt pocket.
He looks at the gunner, “Having a hard time through the snow?” The gunner laughs, “Always do.” Both laughing, “Say don’t you have thermal vision?” The gunner nods and gives him a vision goggles, “These are the best, and comfortable than the standard issue ones. “ Cyrus takes the goggles; he puts on a thick cap, and places the goggles over the cap and above his eyes. “How do I look?” Then he laughs.
Checking his equipment quickly to make sure he as everything he needs for this mission. He looks over to the gunner, “Do we need this much for this mission?” the gunner looks at his bag, “Command wants to make sure you have everything you need for this mission, all I know is we’re suppose to drop you off.” Cyrus looks inside his bag, move things around. “We don’t need this much if we’re going on this kind a mission, it’s a quick in and out. As long we don’t trip any wires or alarms if anything.” He gives a sigh and puts his hand on his forehead. “Damn those idiots, I wish I could go back and choke them with this rope I don’t even need.” The gunner laughs, then he looks through the window. “Hey it’s real cold out there, you sure that’s all you want to wear?”
“I’ve survived in ice cold water for 30 minutes, and I didn’t need this jacket.” The gunner shakes his head wondering if this guy was just plain crazy or making stuff up. “Don’t believe me?” Cyrus asked with a curious look on his face. Cyrus pulls up his leg pants, and pulls down his sock, there revealed the proof of his story, his skin was black. “It goes down all the way down to my toe.” Pulls the sock back up and rolls the leg pants down, then moves back in his seat and looks at the surprised look on the gunner’s face.
Seating himself back in his seat, he looks out the window. ‘You sure you’re coming home?’ His mother asked her husband, ‘Of course I’ll be coming home, I wouldn’t miss my boy’s 5th birthday.’ Cyrus could still see his father’s smile before he left for work. His mothers sigh was very sincere, ‘Well alright, but be safe, I heard there is a harsh blizzard coming.’ The father gives the wife a kiss, ‘Don’t worry I’ll be home.’ And then his father leaves through the door. When he opened, Angela, the baby sitter just arrived, ‘Hey Mr. Jones.’ His father tipped his hat, ‘Angela.’
‘Hello Mrs. Jones.’ She said with a smile, ‘Angela thank goodness you’re here, listen, I’m off to the store so I should be back before 5, I have to pick up the birthday boys’ cake.’ They both chuckle, ‘I can’t believe it though, he was only 3 and now he’s growing to be a big boy.’ Cyrus was playing with his toys on the floor, ignoring Angela and his mother. ‘Well I’ll see you then.’ Angela follows her to the door, ‘see ya, Mrs. Jones.’ and closes the door behind her. ‘Well CJ want to play a game?’ she asked, Cyrus gets up and runs, trying to find a place to hide, Angela begins counting.
Hours went by and it was 7, Angela wondered where Mr. and Mrs. Jones were, ‘I’m sure they’ll be coming back soon CJ.’ Cyrus was in his bed, trying to sleep while Angela was looking out the window, still waiting. Then Angela saw a police car approaching and parked on the drive way. Angela felt something was odd, when she went downstairs to open the door. Cyrus got out of the bed and followed her. Angela got down stairs and Cyrus stands at the stair case, the baby sitter opens the door and the cops asked if Cyrus was still here. She said yes, and then the police told her about Mr. Jones was killed in a car wreck, and Mrs. Jones was found dead in a alley way, with her purse, and jewelry missing. Angela fell on her knees and the cops took little Cyrus into custody and into a foster home care. The only time he heard from Angela was at the burial of his dead parents, and never heard from her again.
‘You sure you’re coming home?’ Cyrus was scarred about of that memory. Hearing the sounds of the chopper, the gunner shows him 5 fingers, “Five minutes.” He says, Cyrus sits up right and checks his rifle, loads it up and hangs the strap around him. Taking deep breaths for a final moment, he kept some certain things to himself, and not letting one emotional expression being shown. He could feel the helicopter descended, has it already been five minutes? Time goes by quickly for Cyrus, gripping his rifle, he looks up to the gunner, the pilot says, “20 seconds.” He gives a grin, ‘Man, these guys know their timing.’ His thoughts thinking to himself, he counted.
He could feel the helicopter landing on the ground, then the doors opened, Cyrus quickly throws his bag and himself off the chopper, the moment he was out, he grabbed his bag and ran towards a couple of trees, his uniform blended with the surroundings. The chopper then takes off, he looks at his partner, “You better keep up, I don’t like dragging bodies.” Zipping up his jacket as he finishes his sentence, he grabs his bags and walks away.
“Sir, we got Cyrus Jones and Geniveve Adams ready to move at once. They’re on a helicopter heading towards the polar ice cap as we speak. That was where the satellites’ signal was located.”
“Let’s hope they find that satellite.”
“Yes sir, but what if they get captured?”
“Well, once they land, they’re on their own, even if they’re captured. They won’t be getting any help from us in any possible way.”
“Yes sir.”
Somewhere in the Polar Ice Cap,
A helicopter flies in a valley; Cyrus watched the snow blowing by the helicopters’ window. “Sir, we’ll be reaching the drop zone in 15 minutes.” Cyrus nods his head in confirmation. Relaxed in his seat, chewing bubble gum, he moves his hand to neck to move the collar of his shirt. “God this is itchy.” He says quietly. He looks at his rifle and made sure that he had extra clips in his belt pocket.
He looks at the gunner, “Having a hard time through the snow?” The gunner laughs, “Always do.” Both laughing, “Say don’t you have thermal vision?” The gunner nods and gives him a vision goggles, “These are the best, and comfortable than the standard issue ones. “ Cyrus takes the goggles; he puts on a thick cap, and places the goggles over the cap and above his eyes. “How do I look?” Then he laughs.
Checking his equipment quickly to make sure he as everything he needs for this mission. He looks over to the gunner, “Do we need this much for this mission?” the gunner looks at his bag, “Command wants to make sure you have everything you need for this mission, all I know is we’re suppose to drop you off.” Cyrus looks inside his bag, move things around. “We don’t need this much if we’re going on this kind a mission, it’s a quick in and out. As long we don’t trip any wires or alarms if anything.” He gives a sigh and puts his hand on his forehead. “Damn those idiots, I wish I could go back and choke them with this rope I don’t even need.” The gunner laughs, then he looks through the window. “Hey it’s real cold out there, you sure that’s all you want to wear?”
“I’ve survived in ice cold water for 30 minutes, and I didn’t need this jacket.” The gunner shakes his head wondering if this guy was just plain crazy or making stuff up. “Don’t believe me?” Cyrus asked with a curious look on his face. Cyrus pulls up his leg pants, and pulls down his sock, there revealed the proof of his story, his skin was black. “It goes down all the way down to my toe.” Pulls the sock back up and rolls the leg pants down, then moves back in his seat and looks at the surprised look on the gunner’s face.
Seating himself back in his seat, he looks out the window. ‘You sure you’re coming home?’ His mother asked her husband, ‘Of course I’ll be coming home, I wouldn’t miss my boy’s 5th birthday.’ Cyrus could still see his father’s smile before he left for work. His mothers sigh was very sincere, ‘Well alright, but be safe, I heard there is a harsh blizzard coming.’ The father gives the wife a kiss, ‘Don’t worry I’ll be home.’ And then his father leaves through the door. When he opened, Angela, the baby sitter just arrived, ‘Hey Mr. Jones.’ His father tipped his hat, ‘Angela.’
‘Hello Mrs. Jones.’ She said with a smile, ‘Angela thank goodness you’re here, listen, I’m off to the store so I should be back before 5, I have to pick up the birthday boys’ cake.’ They both chuckle, ‘I can’t believe it though, he was only 3 and now he’s growing to be a big boy.’ Cyrus was playing with his toys on the floor, ignoring Angela and his mother. ‘Well I’ll see you then.’ Angela follows her to the door, ‘see ya, Mrs. Jones.’ and closes the door behind her. ‘Well CJ want to play a game?’ she asked, Cyrus gets up and runs, trying to find a place to hide, Angela begins counting.
Hours went by and it was 7, Angela wondered where Mr. and Mrs. Jones were, ‘I’m sure they’ll be coming back soon CJ.’ Cyrus was in his bed, trying to sleep while Angela was looking out the window, still waiting. Then Angela saw a police car approaching and parked on the drive way. Angela felt something was odd, when she went downstairs to open the door. Cyrus got out of the bed and followed her. Angela got down stairs and Cyrus stands at the stair case, the baby sitter opens the door and the cops asked if Cyrus was still here. She said yes, and then the police told her about Mr. Jones was killed in a car wreck, and Mrs. Jones was found dead in a alley way, with her purse, and jewelry missing. Angela fell on her knees and the cops took little Cyrus into custody and into a foster home care. The only time he heard from Angela was at the burial of his dead parents, and never heard from her again.
‘You sure you’re coming home?’ Cyrus was scarred about of that memory. Hearing the sounds of the chopper, the gunner shows him 5 fingers, “Five minutes.” He says, Cyrus sits up right and checks his rifle, loads it up and hangs the strap around him. Taking deep breaths for a final moment, he kept some certain things to himself, and not letting one emotional expression being shown. He could feel the helicopter descended, has it already been five minutes? Time goes by quickly for Cyrus, gripping his rifle, he looks up to the gunner, the pilot says, “20 seconds.” He gives a grin, ‘Man, these guys know their timing.’ His thoughts thinking to himself, he counted.
He could feel the helicopter landing on the ground, then the doors opened, Cyrus quickly throws his bag and himself off the chopper, the moment he was out, he grabbed his bag and ran towards a couple of trees, his uniform blended with the surroundings. The chopper then takes off, he looks at his partner, “You better keep up, I don’t like dragging bodies.” Zipping up his jacket as he finishes his sentence, he grabs his bags and walks away.