Pablicosta
23-05-2005, 15:14
Fort Lonerdale, Closed Military Compound.
West Pablicosta.
3,000 ft.
21:44 Pablicostan Eastern Time
The air arround the facility buzzed with activity as 7 T-130 fighter jets circled the perimiter, accompanied by 2 X-OneTwentyOne flying parachute regiments ready to drop immediatley at the sight of a ground threat. From the air General Hutch watched the activity on the ground, focussed arround a single Super Sized aircraft hangar, guarded by 10 Cambell & Jones Commander tanks, their gun's constantly hunting for intruders. The tanks sat strategically placed, just outside a 25 ft high electrified fence reinforced with re-bar. The General could see the second perimeter fence in the distance, a good few miles away, its red beacons shining in the noon light. However, for this special day a 3rd perimeter fence had been erected 10 miles past the regular fence, guarded by 3 troops every 50 yards, with an Armed jeep every 500 yards. If any one tries to get in here he smirked They'll have a damned hard job of it. Hutch had dreamt the previous night about someone getting past the first and second fences, onyl to blown to smithereens by precise bombing attacks. [i] The test is safe he thought to himself as his gaze once again fell on the hangar and its guard. As the General thought deeply about the contents of the Hangar he was brought back to his senses by a bleeping noise from behind him. He reached arround and stretched for the small black communications panel, from which he pulled an elasticated chord with a tiny microphone on the end.
"Yes?" he called down it, knowing the call would be tricky due to the massive sound of the engines onboard.
"General Hutch?" said the incoming voice, dark and husky with a hispanic ring to it "It's Lucas here. Just got confirmation, we have clearance to open the doors".
A smile crept into the General's face as he cleared his throat "Go ahead Marshal Lucas, proceed with the order".
There was a brief pause, Marshal Alexandro Lucas knew it was considered wise to never question his superior, but this time it was nescessary.
"Erm, sorry Sir but the Commander has issued an order that you yourself enter the code. He won't give access to any other personel..."
The General cut him off with simple acceptance and placed the microphone back into its place as he leant forward to the pilot. "Take us down pilot, ASAP if you will. Land on 12". The pilot nodded and immediatley through the plane into a left bank which caught the General by surprise, but he did not loose his composure. The plane roared as it set course for the closest runway to the Hangar...
West Pablicosta.
3,000 ft.
21:44 Pablicostan Eastern Time
The air arround the facility buzzed with activity as 7 T-130 fighter jets circled the perimiter, accompanied by 2 X-OneTwentyOne flying parachute regiments ready to drop immediatley at the sight of a ground threat. From the air General Hutch watched the activity on the ground, focussed arround a single Super Sized aircraft hangar, guarded by 10 Cambell & Jones Commander tanks, their gun's constantly hunting for intruders. The tanks sat strategically placed, just outside a 25 ft high electrified fence reinforced with re-bar. The General could see the second perimeter fence in the distance, a good few miles away, its red beacons shining in the noon light. However, for this special day a 3rd perimeter fence had been erected 10 miles past the regular fence, guarded by 3 troops every 50 yards, with an Armed jeep every 500 yards. If any one tries to get in here he smirked They'll have a damned hard job of it. Hutch had dreamt the previous night about someone getting past the first and second fences, onyl to blown to smithereens by precise bombing attacks. [i] The test is safe he thought to himself as his gaze once again fell on the hangar and its guard. As the General thought deeply about the contents of the Hangar he was brought back to his senses by a bleeping noise from behind him. He reached arround and stretched for the small black communications panel, from which he pulled an elasticated chord with a tiny microphone on the end.
"Yes?" he called down it, knowing the call would be tricky due to the massive sound of the engines onboard.
"General Hutch?" said the incoming voice, dark and husky with a hispanic ring to it "It's Lucas here. Just got confirmation, we have clearance to open the doors".
A smile crept into the General's face as he cleared his throat "Go ahead Marshal Lucas, proceed with the order".
There was a brief pause, Marshal Alexandro Lucas knew it was considered wise to never question his superior, but this time it was nescessary.
"Erm, sorry Sir but the Commander has issued an order that you yourself enter the code. He won't give access to any other personel..."
The General cut him off with simple acceptance and placed the microphone back into its place as he leant forward to the pilot. "Take us down pilot, ASAP if you will. Land on 12". The pilot nodded and immediatley through the plane into a left bank which caught the General by surprise, but he did not loose his composure. The plane roared as it set course for the closest runway to the Hangar...