Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (18)
REPLICATING RESONANCE
INT: LOS ALAMOS RESEARCH LAB-PRODUCTION DIVISION-TUESDAY-9.M.
HAVING JUST RECEIVED THE TRIAC IN THE LAB, LIEUTENANT ED CRUM AND DOCTOR PETE MOREY BEGIN STUDYING THE DEVICE, TAKING IT APART, LOOKING AT THE SCHEMATIC, IDENTIFYING IT'S MAKE-UP
LIEUTENANT ED CRUM
"You know, this is a relatively straight-through design...just looking at it, I can't say what the big fuss was all about?"
DOCTOR PETE MOREY
"The bullet's not that complicated either, but look how deadly it is...the brilliance of finding the resonance for a plentiful property such as hydrogen in a gaseous state, and yet to be able to define secondary actions upon the sulfur, charcoal, and the potassium nitrate...that must be a hell of a algorithm there?"
CRUM
"Yea, that was Doctor Broach and his wife that figured all that out...it's like the house of geniuses those two..."
DOCTOR MOREY
"Well, let's see...the Geranium crystal and winding the coils seems to be the time killer here...although they're was a request about further miniaturization, let's just replicate at this size for now...still can't believe how small it is!"
CRUM
"Okay, good...I had ordered the same size in a modified plastic cylinder and some Teflon seals...the other components are already in the stockpile...let's get started shall we!"
SHOWING SCENES OF THE DIFFERENT STAGES OF ASSEMBLY, THEY FINALLY MANAGE TO MAKE FOUR DEVICES
CRUM
"Well, I can believe that it's already two o'clock!"
DOCTOR MOREY
"Time flies when your trying to destroy the planet...it's an old motto the boys would use in back-engineering...question is, will these bad boys work!"
GOING TO THEIR LIST OF SUGGESTED MODIFICATIONS, THEY QUICKLY MODIFY A REMOTE-CONTROL TONKA TRUCK WITH THE TRIAC BURIED INSIDE THE CAB NEXT TO THE PLASTIC FIREMAN SUPPOSEDLY DRIVING IT
CRUM
"So, the whole idea here is to guide this thing to any hot spots of confrontation, turn the remote switch on, and anything with an explosive attached to it will blow up?
DOCTOR MOREY
"That's the general idea...don't forget, this is perfect for road side bombs and mine fields, too!"
CRUM
"Weird thing about it, they're apparently only that one unit out in the open...that one unit has killed over thirty people that we know about..."
DOCTOR MOREY
"Yea, I can see why people were talking about this changing the course of history...basically making guns obsolete..."
(scene switch)
INT: FBI CENTRAL-L.A. COUNTY-AGENT ELLISON'S OFFICE-2 P.M.
ELLISON AND HORN ARE BUSY TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER THE STRANGE RELATIONSHIP OF THE NOW DECEASED GENERAL WELSH AND JENNIFER CONNORS, THEY DO NOT KNOW THAT WELSH IS ACTUALLY DEAD
AGENT ELLISON
"Well, I'll tell you whats' so weird about this, is how is a tenured General who has been directing special ops programs for all those years, just suddenly say he wants to spend more time with his family...we find the man has family, but they're all in their thirties, and he divorced his wife ten years ago, what family is he going to spend time with?"
AGENT HORN
"Well, the thing that got me is that when we went to interview him, the neighbors said they haven't seen him in weeks, and that they have been picking up his papers and retrieving his mail till I guess he's supposedly gets back...the whole scenario doesn't make any sense!"
ELLISON
"Yea...it does stink a little when you think about it...but who then...who had the authority over Welsh, and had something to gain from his demise...assuming that something "did" happen?"
HORN
"The only one that comes to thought would be General Frank Hall...our mastermind ring leader...I mean, no one else had their fingers in planning, procurement, and most importantly...final distribution of anything and everything that goes through that spider web of divisions..."
ELLISON
"Well, it's probably just a pipe dream if you think we would ever be able to get on the inside for a look-see...or one would think, cause ops has their own code of conduct, they don't hold elections, have more power than the President, and technically can never be fired!"
HORN
"Yea, I know...just reassigned, renamed, resignate, or get rubbed out and disappear forever...am I close?"
ELLISON
"Yea, you kind of nailed it there...so basically, it's out of our jurisdiction...at least for the moment...let's go get some dinner I'm starving!
HORN
We must be bonding or something...?"
ELLISON
"Why you say that?"
HORN
"Because our stomach's are starting to sync up, they're sensing what the other one is thinking!"
ELLISON
"Well, don't start letting it go to your head...don't start ordering for me just because your stomach starts sending you coded rumbling signals...do me a favor and check first!"
HORN
"But, I like hot sauce on my food!"
ELLISON
"What?"
HORN
"Psyched you out...that message came from your stomach, see...it's becoming telepathic...very spooky!"
ELLISON
"You know something, your sudden surge of weirdest is making me crave something I haven't done in a long time..."
HORN
"What's that?"
ELLISON
"Eat alone!"
(scene switch)
INT: WESTIN RESORT HOTEL-SAINT JOHN'S ISLAND-BEN BROACH'S SUITE
BEN AND CLAIRE HAVE JUST RETURNED TO THEIR SUITE FROM DINNER AND SEE THAT IT HAS BENN COMPLETELY RAM SACKED
BED TURNED UPSIDE DOWN DOWN, DRAWS OPEN, LUGGAGE TORN APART, WALL SAFE OPEN
BEN
"Oh my God, this is not happening...not much doubt what they were looking for!"
CLAIRE
"Yea, I can't believe we went through all that trouble to hide who we were, and they still found us!"
BEN
"Not so much us...but it!
CLAIRE WALKS OVER TO WHERE SHE HAD THE SOCK HIDDEN WITH THE TRIAC IN IT, IT WAS NOT THERE
CLAIRE
"Well, isn't that a scary thought, do we call the authorities and say hey, be on the the look out for a white sock...
BEN
"That contains a device the size of a can of Vienna sausages, which is the latest warfare device on the market...wonder how long it will take before they try activating it?"
OFF IN THE DISTANCE YOU HERE THE DISTINCT CRACKLE OF A CLIP OF BULLETS GO OFF ON SOME POOR OFFICERS GUN BELT
CLAIRE
"Anymore questions..."
scene close
HAVING JUST RECEIVED THE TRIAC IN THE LAB, LIEUTENANT ED CRUM AND DOCTOR PETE MOREY BEGIN STUDYING THE DEVICE, TAKING IT APART, LOOKING AT THE SCHEMATIC, IDENTIFYING IT'S MAKE-UP
LIEUTENANT ED CRUM
"You know, this is a relatively straight-through design...just looking at it, I can't say what the big fuss was all about?"
DOCTOR PETE MOREY
"The bullet's not that complicated either, but look how deadly it is...the brilliance of finding the resonance for a plentiful property such as hydrogen in a gaseous state, and yet to be able to define secondary actions upon the sulfur, charcoal, and the potassium nitrate...that must be a hell of a algorithm there?"
CRUM
"Yea, that was Doctor Broach and his wife that figured all that out...it's like the house of geniuses those two..."
DOCTOR MOREY
"Well, let's see...the Geranium crystal and winding the coils seems to be the time killer here...although they're was a request about further miniaturization, let's just replicate at this size for now...still can't believe how small it is!"
CRUM
"Okay, good...I had ordered the same size in a modified plastic cylinder and some Teflon seals...the other components are already in the stockpile...let's get started shall we!"
SHOWING SCENES OF THE DIFFERENT STAGES OF ASSEMBLY, THEY FINALLY MANAGE TO MAKE FOUR DEVICES
CRUM
"Well, I can believe that it's already two o'clock!"
DOCTOR MOREY
"Time flies when your trying to destroy the planet...it's an old motto the boys would use in back-engineering...question is, will these bad boys work!"
GOING TO THEIR LIST OF SUGGESTED MODIFICATIONS, THEY QUICKLY MODIFY A REMOTE-CONTROL TONKA TRUCK WITH THE TRIAC BURIED INSIDE THE CAB NEXT TO THE PLASTIC FIREMAN SUPPOSEDLY DRIVING IT
CRUM
"So, the whole idea here is to guide this thing to any hot spots of confrontation, turn the remote switch on, and anything with an explosive attached to it will blow up?
DOCTOR MOREY
"That's the general idea...don't forget, this is perfect for road side bombs and mine fields, too!"
CRUM
"Weird thing about it, they're apparently only that one unit out in the open...that one unit has killed over thirty people that we know about..."
DOCTOR MOREY
"Yea, I can see why people were talking about this changing the course of history...basically making guns obsolete..."
(scene switch)
INT: FBI CENTRAL-L.A. COUNTY-AGENT ELLISON'S OFFICE-2 P.M.
ELLISON AND HORN ARE BUSY TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER THE STRANGE RELATIONSHIP OF THE NOW DECEASED GENERAL WELSH AND JENNIFER CONNORS, THEY DO NOT KNOW THAT WELSH IS ACTUALLY DEAD
AGENT ELLISON
"Well, I'll tell you whats' so weird about this, is how is a tenured General who has been directing special ops programs for all those years, just suddenly say he wants to spend more time with his family...we find the man has family, but they're all in their thirties, and he divorced his wife ten years ago, what family is he going to spend time with?"
AGENT HORN
"Well, the thing that got me is that when we went to interview him, the neighbors said they haven't seen him in weeks, and that they have been picking up his papers and retrieving his mail till I guess he's supposedly gets back...the whole scenario doesn't make any sense!"
ELLISON
"Yea...it does stink a little when you think about it...but who then...who had the authority over Welsh, and had something to gain from his demise...assuming that something "did" happen?"
HORN
"The only one that comes to thought would be General Frank Hall...our mastermind ring leader...I mean, no one else had their fingers in planning, procurement, and most importantly...final distribution of anything and everything that goes through that spider web of divisions..."
ELLISON
"Well, it's probably just a pipe dream if you think we would ever be able to get on the inside for a look-see...or one would think, cause ops has their own code of conduct, they don't hold elections, have more power than the President, and technically can never be fired!"
HORN
"Yea, I know...just reassigned, renamed, resignate, or get rubbed out and disappear forever...am I close?"
ELLISON
"Yea, you kind of nailed it there...so basically, it's out of our jurisdiction...at least for the moment...let's go get some dinner I'm starving!
HORN
We must be bonding or something...?"
ELLISON
"Why you say that?"
HORN
"Because our stomach's are starting to sync up, they're sensing what the other one is thinking!"
ELLISON
"Well, don't start letting it go to your head...don't start ordering for me just because your stomach starts sending you coded rumbling signals...do me a favor and check first!"
HORN
"But, I like hot sauce on my food!"
ELLISON
"What?"
HORN
"Psyched you out...that message came from your stomach, see...it's becoming telepathic...very spooky!"
ELLISON
"You know something, your sudden surge of weirdest is making me crave something I haven't done in a long time..."
HORN
"What's that?"
ELLISON
"Eat alone!"
(scene switch)
INT: WESTIN RESORT HOTEL-SAINT JOHN'S ISLAND-BEN BROACH'S SUITE
BEN AND CLAIRE HAVE JUST RETURNED TO THEIR SUITE FROM DINNER AND SEE THAT IT HAS BENN COMPLETELY RAM SACKED
BED TURNED UPSIDE DOWN DOWN, DRAWS OPEN, LUGGAGE TORN APART, WALL SAFE OPEN
BEN
"Oh my God, this is not happening...not much doubt what they were looking for!"
CLAIRE
"Yea, I can't believe we went through all that trouble to hide who we were, and they still found us!"
BEN
"Not so much us...but it!
CLAIRE WALKS OVER TO WHERE SHE HAD THE SOCK HIDDEN WITH THE TRIAC IN IT, IT WAS NOT THERE
CLAIRE
"Well, isn't that a scary thought, do we call the authorities and say hey, be on the the look out for a white sock...
BEN
"That contains a device the size of a can of Vienna sausages, which is the latest warfare device on the market...wonder how long it will take before they try activating it?"
OFF IN THE DISTANCE YOU HERE THE DISTINCT CRACKLE OF A CLIP OF BULLETS GO OFF ON SOME POOR OFFICERS GUN BELT
CLAIRE
"Anymore questions..."
scene close
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