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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4226691" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Darkest Calling - Conclusion</strong></p><p></p><p>The Academy was nestled comfortably into the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains at the tail end of the Rockies in northern New Mexico. It had the bearing and appearance of an old-world military academy, with the scenery of the mountainous American Southwest. </p><p></p><p>Caprice, Jim-Bean, Archive, and Hammer acted as pallbearers, solemnly bringing a memorial coffin to the Spire. They marched a path, flanked by Majestic-12 agents, a four-story needle of the flattest black. </p><p></p><p>Christine and Alex were there, flown in under secrecy. They didn’t know where they were, and wouldn’t have been able to identify it if they tried. They were only there as a result of Drake’s intractable stubbornness, who promised that Outlook could wipe their memories later. </p><p></p><p>It was the right thing to do, he said.</p><p></p><p>They tried to find his family, but Jake’s father wouldn’t respond to their calls. His brother was missing. His mother was long dead. And so only Christine and Alex stood in testament to what little family Jake had left on Earth. </p><p></p><p>Archive cleared his throat. As the only team member with any religious background, it fell to him to speak of the dead.</p><p></p><p>“Jacob Ironshirt, known to us as Blade, died as he lived. He was loyal to his family and friends, and protected them both when they needed it most. He reached rock bottom and, through sheer force of will, crawled his way back into the light. And now, his journey is complete. Jake can rest in peace knowing that he died, not as a TV star, or as a father, or as a CIFA agent, but as a hero. He will be immortalized in our hearts. May God rest his soul. Amen.”</p><p></p><p>“Amen,” said the agents as one.</p><p></p><p>Drake solemnly wrapped up the American flag and presented it to Alex. The boy, eyes wide with tears, took it without comment.</p><p></p><p>Rifles were fired. And then on a television screen, it was revealed that Drake’s name was etched into the Spire, joining the other two thousand cadets and agents who died in the line of duty.</p><p></p><p>When it was over, Christine and Alex were whisked away without saying a word. The Outlook team would be gentle, they promised. They would only remember him as a military hero, killed while on reservist duty in Iraq. Drake threatened to kill them if either of them so much as had a headache.</p><p></p><p>Drake was waiting for the agents in his office. He poured a shot of scotch for each of them. </p><p></p><p>“To Blade,” he said, tears in his eyes. It rattled the other agents. They had never seen anything but rage from the old man.</p><p></p><p>They clinked their glasses. “To Blade!”</p><p></p><p>They all downed it at once. It was strong stuff from his special stash.</p><p></p><p>“What happened back there, Drake?” asked Hammer. “We got a message we were disavowed?”</p><p></p><p>Drake put down the shot glass. “You were. If those @$$holes in Majestic-12 had their say, they would have dropped the lot of you.”</p><p></p><p>“So what happened?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“I fought tooth-and-nail to get you reinstated,” he said vehemently. He poured another shot of scotch and poured it into the glasses of everyone within reach. “That’s what I do. I protected my men. I’ve lost plenty in my command. But not that way. Nobody should go that way.”</p><p></p><p>“So it’s true?” asked Guppy fearfully. “We all have bombs in our heads?”</p><p></p><p>Drake stared at the wall. “I didn’t believe it. There have always been rumors of a new failsafe. But I didn’t believe them.” He downed another shot. “I should have.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy rubbed his temples. “So they could blow us up at any time?”</p><p></p><p>Drake plunked down his shot glass and grabbed the pull. He took a long pull from it. “Not my problem anymore.”</p><p></p><p>He walked towards the door.</p><p></p><p>“Not your problem?” Hammer peered at him. “Where are you going, sir?”</p><p></p><p>“I quit,” said Drake. “Your new case officer starts on Monday. I hear he’s a real hard ass.” </p><p></p><p>The agents all stared at each other in shock as the door closed behind him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4226691, member: 3285"] [b]Darkest Calling - Conclusion[/b] The Academy was nestled comfortably into the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains at the tail end of the Rockies in northern New Mexico. It had the bearing and appearance of an old-world military academy, with the scenery of the mountainous American Southwest. Caprice, Jim-Bean, Archive, and Hammer acted as pallbearers, solemnly bringing a memorial coffin to the Spire. They marched a path, flanked by Majestic-12 agents, a four-story needle of the flattest black. Christine and Alex were there, flown in under secrecy. They didn’t know where they were, and wouldn’t have been able to identify it if they tried. They were only there as a result of Drake’s intractable stubbornness, who promised that Outlook could wipe their memories later. It was the right thing to do, he said. They tried to find his family, but Jake’s father wouldn’t respond to their calls. His brother was missing. His mother was long dead. And so only Christine and Alex stood in testament to what little family Jake had left on Earth. Archive cleared his throat. As the only team member with any religious background, it fell to him to speak of the dead. “Jacob Ironshirt, known to us as Blade, died as he lived. He was loyal to his family and friends, and protected them both when they needed it most. He reached rock bottom and, through sheer force of will, crawled his way back into the light. And now, his journey is complete. Jake can rest in peace knowing that he died, not as a TV star, or as a father, or as a CIFA agent, but as a hero. He will be immortalized in our hearts. May God rest his soul. Amen.” “Amen,” said the agents as one. Drake solemnly wrapped up the American flag and presented it to Alex. The boy, eyes wide with tears, took it without comment. Rifles were fired. And then on a television screen, it was revealed that Drake’s name was etched into the Spire, joining the other two thousand cadets and agents who died in the line of duty. When it was over, Christine and Alex were whisked away without saying a word. The Outlook team would be gentle, they promised. They would only remember him as a military hero, killed while on reservist duty in Iraq. Drake threatened to kill them if either of them so much as had a headache. Drake was waiting for the agents in his office. He poured a shot of scotch for each of them. “To Blade,” he said, tears in his eyes. It rattled the other agents. They had never seen anything but rage from the old man. They clinked their glasses. “To Blade!” They all downed it at once. It was strong stuff from his special stash. “What happened back there, Drake?” asked Hammer. “We got a message we were disavowed?” Drake put down the shot glass. “You were. If those @$$holes in Majestic-12 had their say, they would have dropped the lot of you.” “So what happened?” asked Caprice. “I fought tooth-and-nail to get you reinstated,” he said vehemently. He poured another shot of scotch and poured it into the glasses of everyone within reach. “That’s what I do. I protected my men. I’ve lost plenty in my command. But not that way. Nobody should go that way.” “So it’s true?” asked Guppy fearfully. “We all have bombs in our heads?” Drake stared at the wall. “I didn’t believe it. There have always been rumors of a new failsafe. But I didn’t believe them.” He downed another shot. “I should have.” Guppy rubbed his temples. “So they could blow us up at any time?” Drake plunked down his shot glass and grabbed the pull. He took a long pull from it. “Not my problem anymore.” He walked towards the door. “Not your problem?” Hammer peered at him. “Where are you going, sir?” “I quit,” said Drake. “Your new case officer starts on Monday. I hear he’s a real hard ass.” The agents all stared at each other in shock as the door closed behind him. [/QUOTE]
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