Triacs (12) Last Dance With Jennifer

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TRIACS (12)

LAST DANCE WITH JENNIFER

ENT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE-9 P.M.

GENERAL WELSH WAKING UP FROM JENNIFER'S HEAD KICK, WALKS OUT INTO HALLWAY TO SEE EMERGENCY CREWS TENDING TO THE DEAD AND WOUNDED

GENERAL WELSH

"She's got the device, somebody...I hope somebody stopped her?"

PARAMEDIC

"Stopped who, what device, your injured sir please sit down!"

WELSH

"I don't have time to sit down, if she has left the facility mankind is doomed damn it!"

PARAMEDIC

"I still don't know what your talking about sir, you need to sit down, your not making any sense..."

GENERAL WELSH PUSHING PARAMEDIC OUT OF HIS WAY, RUNNING INTO FRONT PARKING LOT, STANDING THERE LOOKING INTO THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

WELSH CALLING GENERAL FRANK HALL ON I-PHONE

"Hey Frank, it's Bill...sorry to call you this late, but we've got a problem over here at Palmdale!"


GENERAL HALL

"What in the blazes is going on over there...somebody came in and shot the place up...I'm just now seeing some news crews doing a broadcast outside the gate...is it terrorist, did you get attacked, what happened Bill?"


WELSH

"Well, it was one of our projects, the resonant device, the Triac...ah, a girl took it and I don't have a clue where she went?


HALL

"Bill, what girl...what were you doing, hope you haven't been drinking...I know how you get old man!"


WELSH

"Well, we were talking and she cold kicked me in the head, and when I woke up soldiers were dead and the device was gone, that's about all I can tell you at this point!


HALL

"At this point...really, I want to know who this girl is or was, what she was doing around top secret material, and what exactly was going on between you two...is that too much to ask?"


WELSH

"Yes, way to much to ask...sorry Frank...this is not a secured line and I've already said too much, and I was just calling to see if you had anything?"


HALL

Apparently not...but you withholding information is making me conclude that something was going on and I plan to get to the bottom of this in the morning...I've called security on the red line and they will be taking you into custody, just stay where you are, good night!


WELSH

"Hello, hello, hello...Frank...you there, hello?"

TWO GUARDS APPROACH GENERAL WELSH OUT IN THE PARKING LOT


GUARD

"General Welsh, we have orders to take you into custody and do a blood test, come with us sir!"


WELSH

"But wait, I had nothing to do with this, wait...let me go, no, no...you don't understand!"

THE GUARDS HANDCUFF HIM AND TAKE HIM TO A DETAINMENT ROOM IN THE BUILDING


(scene switch)


EXT: LONG BEACH AIRPORT-EXECUTIVE ENTRANCE-11 P.M.

JENNIFER SHOWS UP TO LONG TERM PARKING AND GRABS A SMALL SUITCASE, HER PURSE, AND THE TRIAC

STARTS TO WALK ACROSS THE TARMAC TO THE OPEN DOOR OF THE GULFSTREAM JET

AS SHE STARTS TO BOARD THE LOADING STAIRS, TWO GUYS WALK UP, ONE FROM EACH SIDE


GOON #1

"Hello Miss Jennifer, it is so late at night...you seem to be in a hurry, why such a rush?"


JENNIFER

"Who in the hell are you, get out of my way..."

SHE PUSHES THEM OFF AND RUNS UP BOARDING RAMP

AS SHE STICKS HER HEAD INTO ENTRANCE CAB OF JET, SHE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THAT HER BUSINESS PARTNER AND THE CREW ARE ALL LAYING ON THE GROUND, SHOT DEAD

SHE TURNS LOOKING BACK DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE TWO GOONS GETTING UP FROM OFF THE GROUND, THEY BOTH HAVE GUNS IN THEIR HANDS, A SMILE COMES TO HER FACE

SHE REALIZES THAT THESE GUYS ARE HERE TO GET THE DEVICE, BUT THEY DON'T HAVE  A CLUE AS TO WHAT IT'S IMPLICATIONS ARE


GOON #2

"Come on lady, we don't have all day...fork over the device...we already diced your crew, so let's just keep it simple?"


GOON #1

"We don't want any trouble here, just hand over the Triac and we'll be on our way..."


JENNIFER SMILING

"And if I comply, would you consider having a drink with me big boys?"

BOTH GOONS HOLDING THEIR WEAPONS AT HER, JUST TURN AND STARE AT EACH OTHER LOOKING CONFUSED


GOON #2

"Look lady, Miss Jennifer...whatever your about, we want the device first, then we chit-chat, but we gotta get out of here..."


JENNIFER

"Oh, that's not not what a pretty woman like myself wants to hear...now you can either put your guns away or I'm going to be very disappointed in both of you...I'll keep it simple, I'll count to ten!"


GOON #1

"Look, this is not a game, hand it over!"


JENNIFER

"Five, Four, Three..."


GOON #2

"What she gonna do?"


JENNIFER

"Two, One...whoops, time's up guys!"

WITH HER HAND ALREADY IN HER PURSE SHE ACTIVATES THE SWITCH, CAUSING BOTH CLIPS IN THE WEAPONS TO EXPLODE BLOWING OFF THEIR ARMS AND THE SIDES OF THEIR BODIES 

WITH A SINISTER SMIRK ON HER FACE, SHE WALKS BACK DOWN THE STAIRS, STEPPING OVER THE CARNAGE OF THEIR LIFELESS BODIES, LOOKING AROUND SEEING SOME DISTANT FLASHING LIGHTS APPROACHING OFF FROM THE DISTANCE


JENNIFER

"Sorry boys, should have taken that offer up on those drinks when you had the chance..."

WALKING BACK OVER TO THE LONG TERM PARKING LOT, SHE CHECKS HER MASERATI OUT WITH ONLY A FIVE DOLLAR MINIMUM PARKING CHARGE 

ENTERING BACK ON THE FOUR 0 FIVE INTERSTATE SHE HEADS NORTH TO SANTA MONICA WHERE HER CONDO IS


JENNIFER TALKING TO HERSELF

"I've really got to stop trying to pick up these strange men, they just can't keep it together, hee, hee, hee!



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Triacs (11) Resonance Without Permission

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TRIACS (11)

RESONANCE WITHOUT PERMISSION

ENT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE-6 P.M.

GENERAL WELSH AND JENNIFER HAVING A GOOD TIME OVER SOME SHOTS OF BAILEYS AS THEY NEGOTIATE THE FUTURE OF THE ONLY ACTIVE TRIAC IN EXISTENCE


GENERAL WELSH

"You know, you are such a sweet girl, but you have your priorities, I like that in a girl a little spunk, a little adulation, a woman who thinks outside the box!"


JENNIFER

"Oddly, I find your temperament most determined and mindful...you are the leader of the groups which can never be voted out of office...I find men like you frightening and fascinating at the same time, your like the elixir to what my fantasies are made from!"


GENERAL WELSH LAUGHING

"Well my dear, I have been a service man all my life, although commissioned...I have managed to get the funding we need for the projects our country so needs to have tested, fitted, and ready to go to battle...I have worked with many of the greats who have passed through these great walls!"


JENNIFER

"Yea, but you have the advantage of being black-op's, there is no denying that, true?"


WELSH

"Well, we don't usually don't talk in that vernacular, but it's all so delightful to respect the agency and respect it's power and authority over so much which we hold as...how would you say...the gospel of the unwritten code of our government...those things that can't be changed, because technically...they never existed!"


JENNIFER

"Like project Blue Book, or Paper Clip...like the relations you hold so close with the Gray's, the Pleadian's...I want to see those magnificent flying machines you have stashed away, don't tell me they don't exist...don't you lie to me my sweet General...isn't there a secret or two you want to admit to...am I leaving anything out here...missing something?"


WELSH

"Let's just say, we are loosing our scope of focus, and I would like to know what you wish for the little bargaining chip?"


JENNIFER

"I can do you ten million, but we must have a license to breed...so to speak, I must be able to mass produce outside the U.S. from our own factory...it's a mandate you must allow to happen!"


WELSH

"The request is not out of the picture, but technology like this cannot be allowed to escape our borders at this point...the negotiation can hold no merit because of the sensitivity of what could happen if not monitored and operated by the most trustworthy of soldiers...it is at this point a device for war...in the wrong hands, the innocent will most assuredly die, which some have in the testing phase, fallen comrades have expired with no understanding of it's true purpose and function...in other words, it stays here, do you understand young lady?"

JENNIFER LAUGHS, CRISS-CROSSING HER BARE LEGS IN FRONT OF THE GENERAL'S FACE, WHEN SHE SUDDENLY GIVES HIM A DEADLY KICK TO HIS FOREHEAD WITH HER FOOT KNOCKING HIM OUT, AS HE LAY ON THE FLOOR

SHE LEANS DOWN AND KISSES HIS FOREHEAD


JENNIFER

"My dear, I had asked you nicely...but you refused to answer my request you dickweed...guess I'll just have to do business on my own terms...may you please rot in hell you over weight egotistical goober...have a nice nap...think of me!"

JENNIFER GRABS THE DEVICE, CHECKING UNDERNEATH


JENNIFER TALKING TO HERSELF

"How cool is that, batteries "are" included, ha!"

SHE TURNS DEVICE ON AND PROCEEDS TO WALK DOWN HALLWAY

AS EACH GUARD GETS WITHIN RANGE OF THE RESONANTING SIGNAL THEIR RIFLES AND HANDGUNS EXPLODE

BY THE TIME SHE MAKES IT OUT TO HER MASERATI TWENTY-TWO SOLDIERS HAVE DIED FROM THE ACTIVATION

AS SHE APPROACHES THE BACK OF THE GUARD GATE TO LEAVE, THE SOLDIER IN THE LITTLE BUILDING ALSO BLOWS UP AS THE BULLETS AND SHELLS FROM HIS PISTOL AND RIFLE INSTANTLY CONSUME HIM

WITHOUT ANYONE TO OPEN THE GATE, SHE PROCEEDS TO PLOW THROUGH IT, BURNING RUBBER ONTO INTERSTATE TEN

ON HER WAY TO LONG BEACH AIRPORT FOR AN AWAITING GULFSTREAM TO NORTH KOREA


JENNIFER TO HERSELF

"Wonder what I can buy with ten million...oh, it has been such a good day hasn't it...ha, ha, ha!"




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Triacs (10) Where's The Back Up Unit

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TRIACS (10)

WHERE'S THE BACK UP UNIT



ENT: BEN BROACH'S HOUSE-LAB-8 A.M.

BEN AND CLAIRE ARE PREPARING FOR THEIR TRIP TO SAINT JOHN'S, BUT BEFORE THEY GO, A FEW LAST MOMENT DETAILS


CLAIRE

"I don't know why you want to fool with this...it's beyond me?"


BEN

"For some reason, I just felt the urge to bring another one of these guys to life...I'm not trusting Siemens or the military...I want one for myself!"


CLAIRE

"Perhaps so Dear, but couldn't this wait till the trip was over?"


BEN

"No, this crystal will only stay active as long as you burn in the precise frequency, you have to catch it while it's still cold."


CLAIRE

"Something like that, huh?"


BEN

"This won't take long, just chill out my Dear!"

(scene switch)


INT: DALE CLEVER'S APARTMENT-LIVING ROOM

WITHOUT HIS DEVICE HE SCEME'S TO VISIT THE BROACH RESIDENTS AND SEE IF HE CAN GET THE EXTRA TRIAC BEFORE HE HAS TO DEAL WITH THE GENERAL'S WRATH

(1 HOUR LATER)

DALE PULLD UP TO THE BROACH RESIDENT, WEARING A SKI MASK AND HIS NINE MILLIMETER GLOCK IN HIS HAND

HE STARTS TO WALK AROUND THE BACK, BUT BEFORE HE DOES HE SEE'S THE BROACHES LOADING LUGGAGE IN THEIR CAR

HE APPROACHES THEM


DALE

"Okay guys, not fooling around here, I need that other Triac...I saw you with it, now turn it over!"


CLAIRE

"Dale, is that you...what's gotten into you?"

DALE STANDS SILENT AS HE RELIZES THAT THE SKI MASK WASN'T DOING ANY GOOD


BEN

"Not sure what your trying to do here, but it's really not going to do any good...we have it locked away!"


DALE

"Well, unlock it then, where ever you have it..."


CLAIRE

"Okay Dear (knudging him), let's go unlock the vault and give it to him."


DALE

"Come on, let's go inside, where is it?"


RON (under breath)

"The dummy?"


CLAIRE (under breath)

"Of course, you have the life one...right?"


RON

"So Dale, missing the prototype...did something happen to it?"


DALE

"Yea, something like that, it's a long story...what do you care, you got paid!"


RON

"Indeed we did, quite a lot more than I thought we were getting, your company is very generous with it's allowances."

ALL OF THEM WALKING INTO THE HOUSE


CLAIRE

"Would you like a bite to eat?"


DALE

"What lady...I'm trying to rob you?"


CLAIRE

"I'm sure you have your reason's, isn't that true?"


DALE

"Yea well, things happened and there wasn't anything I could do about it, just need something to bring to the lab!"


BEN (handing him dummy Triac)

"Well, here it is...are we all good now?"


DALE

"What is this, it feels a lot lighter than I remember?"


BEN

"Well, it doesn't have the batteries, Honey...do we have extra batteries?"


DALE

"They're nine volt transisitors right?"


BEN

"Yes, two...


CLAIRE

"For a total of eighteen volts...three hours of protection..."


BEN

"Or destruction..."


CLAIRE

"Whatever you like Dear!"


DALE

"Where are you going anyway?"


BEN

"A little field trip..."


CLAIRE

"He promised me a little R & R when we finished our project, we finished it...


BEN

"And I'm keeping my promise, is that okay with you?"


DALE

"Yea sure...okay, well I'll be going, thanks for not making this messy...you know, down in my heart, I really didn't want to do this...I know your really good people..."


CLAIRE

"We know we are Dear, good luck with that one, and please try not to lose anymore?"


BEN

"Yea, they're kind of pricey!"

STICKING HIS GLOCK IN HIS WAISTBAND, HE PROCEEDS TO GO BACK TO HIS CAR

ONCE HE SHUTS HIS DOOR, STARTS HIS ENGINE, BEN REACHES INTO HIS COAT POCKET FOR THE REAL DUPLICATE TRIAC


CLAIRE

"Ben really...you don't have to do this!"


BEN

"I know, but I want this to be a nice quiet trip...I'm planning on enjoying myself!"

AS DALE STARTS TO TRAVEL DOWN THE STREET, BEN ACTIVATES TRIAC CAUSING ALL THE BULLETS IN DALE'S GLOCK THAT'S IN HIS WAISTBAND TO ALL FIRE OFF, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY


CLAIRE LAUGHS BREIFLY

"What have you turned me into, people are just such idiots these days!"


BEN

"See who laughs last get's vacation time, too!"


CLAIRE

"Well, come on...we have a plane to catch...are you just going to leave him in the middle of the street there?"


BEN

"Well his car just jammed into that row of bushes there...I'm sure someone will find him!"


CLAIRE

"Oh look, I found something in my purse..."


BEN

"What's that my sweet?


CLAIRE

"Extra batteries for the Triac and Dale forgot to get his snack...oh darn!"


BEN

"Well, this one is working just fine let's hit the road, shall we?"


CLAIRE

"Can't wait to show you my sundress, your just going to Love it.

DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD TO THE AIRPORT

BAN AND CLAIRE BOTH SINGING AS THEY PASS UP DALE'S BLOWN UP CAR


"Here we come, Saint John baby, we have been waiting for you!!"




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Triacs (9) A Woman's Touch

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TRIACS (9)

A WOMAN'S TOUCH

INT: DALE CLEVER'S APARTMENT-KITCHEN-5 P.M.

COMING BACK INTO HIS APARTMENT, HE JUST CHILLS WITH A TURKEY SANDWICH, AS HE HEARS A BARRAGE OF SIRENS GOING DOWN THE STREET, TENDING TO THE RENTAL CAR WHICH HAS EXPLODED INTO THE TREE DOWN THE STREET WITH THE NOW MOSTLY CREMATED REMAINS OF CLARICE AND BREVET, DALE JUST SORT OF SNICKERS ABOUT WHAT HAS JUST OCCURRED

AS HE EATS HIS SANDWICH, HE PULLS THE TRIAC OUT OF IT'S SOCK AND LOOKS AT IT, MARVELING AT IT'S COMPLICATED YET SIMPLE DESIGN

DALE STARTS TALKING TO IT

"You my little gem are going to change the course of history...and make me very very happy!

SUDDENLY DOOR BELL RINGS, SHERIFF OFFICER AT DOOR

DALE

"Yes sir, can I help you?"

OFFICER

"Yes sir, we were just doing a house to house to see if you had any knowledge of the incident which just occured down the street?"

DALE

"Incident...thought I heard something, what happened?"

OFFICER

"Well a car slammed into a tree with two adults in it, we were just checking to see if anyone in this vicinity witnessed anything?"

DALE

"No sir, can't help you there...sorry I couldn't be of help!"

OFFICER

"Very good sir, sorry to bother you, have a nice day, thank you!"

DALE

"You too sir..."

DALE CLOSING DOOR FEELING VINDICATED IN ANY CONNECTION TO THE INCIDENT, GOES BACK TO EATING HIS SANDWICH

DECIDES TO GET DRESSED AND GO DOWN TO THE TABBY CAT, A POOL HALL JUST DOWN THE STREET

DRIVING UP, HE WALKS IN AND ORDERS A DRINK, SEE'S SOME OF THE REGULARS PLAYING SOME POOL, GOES AND ORDERS A DRINK

DALE

"Yea, I'll have a Wild Turkey and seven, and a draft!"

BARTENDER

"Okay Dale, how's everything been going?"

DALE

"Oh, just staying busy, you know the grind!"

BARTENDER

"There was this girl that came by looking for you earlier...Jennifer...I don't know what her trip was, but wanted to talk with you about something, real cute too!"

DALE

"How long ago did you say she was here?"

BARTENDER

"Probably about two hours ago, I thought she was somebody you worked with...very business looking, sharp dresser, I don't know...maybe she'll come back around?"

DALE

"I'm not sure, that name doesn't ring a bell..."

(Two Hours Later)

DALE HAS A PRETTY GOOD BUZZ GOING ON AND HAS PLAYED A COUPLE OF DOZEN ROTATIONS OF POOL AND IS SITTING DOWN IN A BOOTH EATING SOME FREE POPCORN THE BARTENDER JUST HANDED OUT TO EVERYONE

SUDDENLY A VERY ATTRACTIVE GIRL COMES AND SITS DOWN WITH DALE IN THE BOOTH

JENNIFER

"Hello Dale, Dale Clever...I'm Jennifer, been looking all over for you...I'm sort of your transfer agent with you know...Siemens...guess they want me to help you get the you know...device to the lab in one piece!"

DALE FEELING NO PAIN IN RESPONSE

"Well Jen...Jennifer, I wouldn't worry to much about the device, it's in good hands, nobody is going to mess with it..."

JENNIFER

"Well, that's probably true, but I just need to verify that it's in your possession and that everything is fine with it, that's all!"

DALE

"Well, if you insist...but we'd have to go back to the house, I have it hidden there...not exactly something you want to just drag around with you?"

JENNIFER

"Oh, I completely understand, hope you don't mind the intrusion, but it's important that we get this little formality out of the way, and I'll be going."

DALE

"Works for me...you want to take your car, I don't like driving till I sober up a bit."

JENNIFER

"This will only take a minute, thanks..."

JENNIFER ARRIVES AT DALE'S APARTMENT PER HIS INSTRUCTIONS, WHICH SHE REALLY DIDN'T EVEN NEED ANYWAY, SINCE SHE KNEW ALL ABOUT DALE AND HIS ANTICS THROUGH GENERAL WELSH

WALKING INTO HIS APARTMENT, JENNIFER LOOKS AROUND

DALE GOES TO HIS BEDROOM FISHING IT OUT OF THE DIRTY CLOTHES HAMPER, STILL IN THE ORIGINAL WHITE SOCK

DALE

"Here it is Jen, the magic box to change the world!"

JENNIFER INSPECTS IT, MARVELING AT IT'S ORIGINAL DESIGN

JENNIFER

"Wow, so this is it, this is what all the fuss is about...can't believe this thing is so small..."

DALE

"Yet, completely deadly...if you got bullet around, it will blow you up...not a toy!"

JENNIFER

"Yea, I heard this device resonates with hydrogen, don't know everything, but I know that Siemens put a lot of money into the development..."

DALE

"Well, that's enough information, bout all I can offer anyway!"

JENNIFER

"Could I bother you for a drink or something...I really like your place by the way?"

DALE

"Sure, what you have?"

JENNIFER

"Maybe a whisky, I've been on my feet all day...looks like your the only one relaxing around here, that's not right!"

JENNIFER TAKES OFF HER PUMPS, FOLDING HER LEGS UP ON THE COUCH

DALE LOOKS AT HER BODY, SEEING SUDDEN OPPORTUNITY, HE HURRIEDLY GOES INTO THE KITCHEN, GETTING TWO GLASSES

DALE

"Hey, you want some ice?"

JENNIFER

"Sure, all work and no play make me a cranky woman..."

DALE

"Can't have that...how long you been doing the security thing anyway?"

JENNIFER

"Oh about a year, at least out of this sector, been all over the place!"

DALE COMES BACK INTO LIVING ROOM WITH THE TWO DRINKS

JENNIFER SENSES OPPORTUNITY

"Oh Dale, could I bother you for a wedge of lemon or something, kind of tartan this up just a bit?"

DALE

"Sure, one second..."

RUNNING BACK INTO KITCHEN, DIGGING IN THE REFRIGERATOR, FINDING A BOTTLE OF LEMON JUICE

JENNIFER SPLITS A TRANQUILIZER AND DUMPS THE CONTENTS INTO DALE'S DRINK, GIVES IT A QUICK STIR

DALE

"All I've got is this stuff...nothing fresh...sorry about that!"

JENNIFER

"Oh, that's okay, come on and sit down...let's get friendly why don't we?"

DALE IS ALL SMILES, HE JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HIS LUCK TONIGHT

(3 Hours Later)

DALE WAKES UP SCRATCHING HIS HEAD, LAYING ON FLOOR

JENNIFER NO WHERE IN SIGHT, HE LOOKS OUT DOOR, CAR IS GONE

DALE TALKING TO HIMSELF

"Well, son of a bitch..she just took off on my ass!"

SUDDENLY HE GETS THIS BE WORRIED LOOK, LOOKING AROUND, THE SOCK WITH THE TRIAC IS MISSING

THINKING HE MIGHT HAVE MISPLACED IT, HE STARTS TEARING UP THE ROOM

HE REALIZES HE'S BEEN TAKEN BY THE OVERLY FRIENDLY GIRL

TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE HE ALSO REALIZES THAT HIS CAR IS BACK AT THE BAR AND HE'D HAVE TO TAKE A CAB BACK THERE

NOT KNOWING WHO TO CONTACT HE DECIDES TO TAKE A CHANCE AND CALL GENERAL WELCH

BY WAY OF SHEER LUCK, GENERAL WELSH ANSWERS PHONE

WELSH

"Yea Clever, what you want?"

DALE

"General, your not going to believe this, but I think I was just scammed out of the device!"

WELCH

"What the hell you talking about, can't you keep an eye on anything, all you had to do is take it to the lab...what happened?"

DALE

"I'm not sure, you didn't hear about Siemens having some kind of security detail or anything did you?"

WELCH

"Not to my knowledge...you better find that thing or we may have to hunt you down...never really trusted you anyway...go back track, look around, call out the dogs, find that thing, bye!"

DALE JUST LOOKS COMPLETELY STUNNED

(scene switch)

GENERAL WELSH'S LIVING ROOM

JENNIFER IS LAYING ON HIS COUCH

TRIAC SITTING ON TABLE IN WHITE SOCK

JENNIFER

"Guess he's kind of losing it right now...you think?"

GENERAL WELSH

"I would think so...it would be a miracle if he doesn't commit suicide or something...now about that deal?"

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Triacs (8) Borrowed Time



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TRIACS (8)



BORROWED TIME





ENT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE

AFTER AGREEING THAT SINCE SIEMENS FUNDED THE PROJECT AND HAS THE PRODUCTION FACILITIES TO REPRODUCE THE TRIAC, THAT DALE CLEVER SHOULD BE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR TAKING OFF THE PROPERTY


GENERAL WELSH

"Now try to keep in mind that your carrying a device that could and can change the course of the world, the underground will do most anything to get that design down!"


CLEVER

"Don't think that I'm already a little nervous about all this, but look...it's still in this spare sock...looks pretty natural to me, you'd have to really be doing some looking around to find this thing...assuming you would even know what you were looking for!"


WELSH

"That's true, but I'm not even sure if was an FBI debriefing or just something that's going to pass at first like a black-ops program?"


CLEVER

"What would be the difference?


WELSH

"One is already paid for, as the other raises flags and is considered suspicious...big difference!"


CLEVER

"Well, let me get going...I'll give you a call when I get over to my office!"


WELSH

"Actually don't, just go make your little copies and we'll hook up later, all this uncertainty is making me nervous as it is!"


CLEVER

"I just hope I get back to the office...me and my spare sock...what a pair we make!"

(2 Hours Later)

CLEVER PULLS INTO HIS DRIVEWAY, SEEING AN ALAMO RENTAL TAG ON A WHITE IMPALA, TWO TALL GERMAN GUYS GET OUT TO GREET HIM, IT'S CLARISE AND BREVET, THE SAME GUYS HE HIRED THROUGH SIEMENS TO GET THE TRIAC TO START WITH

CLEVER SEE'S THEM BOTH JUMPING OUT OF CAR, HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO, NOTHING TO DEFEND HIMSELF WITH, THEY BOTH HAVE PISTOLS, AND HE IMMEDIATELY PUTS HIS HANDS UP


CLEVER

"Hey guys, what's up?"


CLARISE

"You...where is the device, we know you have the Triac?"


CLEVER

"Perhaps I have nothing, but you look and see if there is anything you'd like to take home...speaking of which, why did you decide to stick around...Sheriff Department is going to frown on you guys still being here!"


BREVET

"Of course, we try your serum on that Billings and he die, why...you promise us an easy take down, an easy hit, instead now you are making us look bad, like idiots...you can get us out of the country, but we must have device...you give it now...maybe you live, maybe you don't!


CLEVER

"I'll keep this simple, I didn't screw this up, because I was getting my operatives through a black-op group...don't know what authority they had over you guys even coming over here, but as far as I'm concerned, we all got shafted on this little expedition...don't blame me for this crap...it just happened!"


CLARISE

"Then you have device, what does it look like?

CLEVER REACHES INTO HIS ATTACHE CASE AND PULLS OUT THE ONE LONE WHITE SOCK AND HANDS IT TO BREVET


CLEVER

"I don't wanna get shot, I wish to live, and if you want something to write home about, here is your device, have fun...I'm going inside and take a shower, when I come out, what am I suppose to do if I find it missing...call the police, what?"


CLARISE DIGGING VIENNA-SIZED TRIAC CANISTER OUT OF SOCK, LOOKING AT IT


BREVET

"What does this do again, it just looks like...something you eat?"


CLEVER

"It's a three-stage harmonic hydrogen resonator, it's not a toy...it cause's gunpowder to react, be very careful with it, I'm not even sure if the batteries are still in it, try the switch?"


BREVET

"Are you for real, I see the batteries in the bottom, so what...you just flip the switch?"


CLEVER

"Yea, see if it works!"

BREVET STILL HOLDING GUN IN ONE HAND AND CLARICE ABOUT 3 FEET AWAY HOLDING HIS TO CLEVER'S HEAD, BREVET ACTIVATES TRIAC, CAUSING BOTH GUNS TO BLOW THEIR HANDS OFF AS THE SIGNAL TRANSMITS

BOTH GUYS SCREAMING AS CLEVER REACHES OVER GRABBING TRIAC FROM BREVET, GIVING THEM NO HELP, HE PUSHES THEM INTO THE BACK SEAT OF THE RENTED IMPALA, PUTS THE CAR INTO GEAR, PICKS UP WHAT'S LEFT OF THEIR HANDS AND THROWS THEM INTO THE FRONT SEAT, AND TAKES A NEW YELLOW PAGE DIRECTORY HE SEE'S LAYING IN HIS FRONT YARD AND THROWS IT ON THE ACCELERATOR PEDAL

CLARICE AND BREVET START SCREAMING AS THEIR CAR GOES SCREAMING DOWN THE STREET AND EXPLODES INTO TREE


CLEVER TALKING TO HIMSELF TURNING OFF TRIAC

"Guess the batteries were good, boy...do I need a shower!"



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Smartphone Zombies

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

SMARTPHONE ZOMBIES

   There was a time when we used'd to use CB radios and pocket pagers to interact with the unknown public. Perhaps I could have figured out about digital, but anything using digital formats and the associated sampling and algorithms just associated, was beyond anything I had ever studied!

The important thing to note is that technology was moving at supersonic levels, we were taking open communications to the next level of access and availability. I'll never forget the first cell phone I was availed to. It was a Motorola 3000, about the size of a walky-talky and cost $1.75 cents a minute coming and going. Never forget my first bill was something like $360 for the first month, then I learned not to just receive calls willy-nilly!

Anyway, as time went on...I was introduced to the video games, the Internet porn push for wideband activity (yea, if it wasn't for porn, there wasn't much push to get beyond simple keystroking), anyway, as time developed...the technology pushed forward into the computer world where programs could be packaged up and sold as original works of thought. 

The idea of switching mechanisms for cell tower transfer became more and more improved until companies were able to provide phones that tapped into the Internet, provided a hot spot, created it's own GPS, web directory, IP, and identity. To simplify the discussion, within ten years we went from a cell phone to text and call, to this whole society of people that stare at their smart phones with more passion than anything or anyone around them.

In a sense, it's really sad watching a loving couple texting each other as they sit across at the same table. What has occurred when we all sit, staring at our screens while a potential friend, lover, or business associate awaits our attention? I could blame this on the gamers, but hey, at least they're doing something. But people who really don't move with purpose to start with, feel superiority and meaning when staring into the depths of the applications, somehow feeling important, of substance...like when people get on Facebook or Skipjack...such crap is such a falsehood that I'm really getting concerned about...where our society is heading here!

In the meantime, be aware that the slightest hick-up or solar flare could cause the system to flutter or fail. Wouldn't take much for the Smartphone Zombies (and that's just what they look like, too), to be driven to the realities of the real world where they have to interact and behave like social creatures again. Ever seen those without service, down on a charge, perhaps left they're charging unit at home, haven't paid their phone bills in time. It's really pathetic watching these people go through their withdraws.

This persistence to draw ourselves from normal conversation is slowing putting us into a co-existence of depravity and decadence. It's not healthy to put all our belief into a device that may be cancelled at any given burp of the sun, or at best...a tumor to our system from being so close to the microwave energy permeating from the device itself! Not to mention the money spent just sponsoring a popular cell-phone program that actually only benefits the well-heeled owners of the networks, cell networks, and their associated apps and systems!

I guess what's really sad, is seeing young kids and adults grow up without any real interaction to others, hiding behind the blare of their phones...it only discourages social and people interactions within our society. It's not a healthy trend, but those that know nothing else will hold on to these devices as though it is life itself.  And so, I have no Love for these devices, but I do understand the weakness toward them, they have no substance, weak people they are for sure, no self-esteem, but with a device, their smartphone...suddenly they feel important, I am someone! 

In closing, I did an Apple 4 for about 3months and turned it back in...damn thing was beeping, buzzing, reminding me when to take a shit, take the dog for a walk(and I don't even have a dog), when to plug it in,  it was like a cranky girlfriend I had to carry around in my hand. I have a flip-phone that I call and text with, I communicate with those who aren't buried into their devices, and yes...once in a while I smile and meet people in person. Unusual I know, but pretty cool when it happens!