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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4567511" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Jack Frost: Part 2 – Christmas in Dixie</strong></p><p></p><p>The town of Willis was comprised mostly of businesses serving area farmers and the houses of those who work there. Highway 9 ran through the middle of town, bisecting it, with the post office and town hall sitting on either side. Other businesses were in walking distance, including the offices of Joe Little, Esq., attorney and tax preparer, the offices of Elizabeth Brown, the town doctor, Ed Loche, the town dentist, a modest used car lot owned by Lester "Less with Les" Cabe, and, of course, Hank's House. A popular restaurant was a greasy barbeque called Hog's Heaven, famous for their iced tea and their special sauce, and the local Winn-Dixie supermarket did moderate business. Houses in the town had wide lawns with sparse green grass and dark dirt, with rusting metal toys and tools easily found in many yards. </p><p></p><p>By the time they arrived, the Counter-Intelligence Field Agency had quarantined the town of Willis in an emergency lockdown. </p><p></p><p>“What happened?” asked Jim-Bean out of the corner of his mouth.</p><p></p><p>Hammer had been studying the reports over his cistron. “Near as I can tell, Ithaqua froze more than just the area near Exit 23. That’s when Sprague and Warner got called in.”</p><p></p><p>“And their boss, Lewis.”</p><p></p><p>“Which makes him our boss,” reminded Hammer. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shrugged. </p><p></p><p>Only a small investigative team of government researchers and intelligence agents was allowed within the quarantined perimeter of Willis County. The team consisted of three distinct units. The operation was commanded by Lt. Colonel Neal Warner, U.S. Air Force Special Operations Command, whose fifty "Blue Beret" troops from Aerospace Recovery were charged with finding and containing debris and biological hazards or other evidence, using equipment ranging from sophisticated radio and radiation sensors to heavy-lift and reconnaissance helicopters; Warner was actually a high-ranking member of the top secret Majestic’s Delta division. </p><p></p><p>Operational security was directed by Louis Sprague, listed as a Major in the U.S. Army, Defense Intelligence Agency; Sprague led 24 other dark-suited agents with DIA credentials, all of whom were covertly assigned to the officially-nonexistent Pounce division of the National Reconnaissance Office, the Majestic group's security task force. </p><p></p><p>A team of specialists from a variety of fields conducted on-site analysis; some were from other projects of the Majestic group, while others were included only to be fed a cover story by Sprague and Warner that they could deliver credibly to the media and external investigators. </p><p></p><p>The Majestic team had an impressive array of materiel at their disposal. The nuclear physicists had bulky testing chambers, trucked into the command post by the BLUE FLY team; the medical team had a field station set up with full biological quarantine capability; the BLUE FLY team and NRO-Delta agents used two reconnaissance helicopters and two heavy transport helicopters, as well as two boats equipped with heavy-hauling equipment and powerful sonar, and several heavy ground vehicles and Humvees. The teams were heavily armed.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like Major Sprague has been tasked with security for the operation, including physical security for the area and informational security: no information pertaining to the operation is to leave the site except by his or Warner's reports to their superiors.”</p><p></p><p>It became clear that the rest of the team immediately disliked Sprague's agents as unpleasant necessities. Almost everyone was afraid of them. </p><p></p><p>“Let me get this straight: We work for Sprague. Sprague’s team is in charge of security. So we can requisition whatever we want?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer nodded. “Pretty much.”</p><p></p><p>“Good,” said Jim-Bean. “Because I’m requisitioning a flamethrower.” He clicked the request through his cistron.</p><p></p><p>Lt. Colonel Warner and his men spent most of the day conducting physical examinations of the territory, conducting slow helicopter flyovers of the area and using advanced "sniffers" to measure various energy levels in the ground and foliage in an effort to locate a possible landing or crash site for an alien craft. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean stopped at the ammunition tent and picked up his flamethrower. He strapped it on. </p><p></p><p>“You know this wasn’t an alien craft,” said Jim-Bean to one of Warner’s soldiers, who provided the weapon.</p><p></p><p>“Sure it was,” said the soldier.</p><p></p><p>“It was a big wendigo thing,” said Jim-Bean. “Ate a bunch of people. Pass that on to Tucker.”</p><p></p><p>The soldier rolled his eyes. “It was an alien weapon.”</p><p></p><p>“Really? What kind of weapon?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“You’re not cleared for that.”</p><p></p><p>“Why was it used?”</p><p></p><p>“You’re not cleared for that.”</p><p></p><p>“You don’t have the slightest idea why or how either, do you?”</p><p></p><p>The soldier didn’t say anything. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean tested the flamethrower’s ignition. The flames roared.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s go visit Hog’s Heaven and barbecue something up,” said Jim-Bean to Hammer. “I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4567511, member: 3285"] [b]Jack Frost: Part 2 – Christmas in Dixie[/b] The town of Willis was comprised mostly of businesses serving area farmers and the houses of those who work there. Highway 9 ran through the middle of town, bisecting it, with the post office and town hall sitting on either side. Other businesses were in walking distance, including the offices of Joe Little, Esq., attorney and tax preparer, the offices of Elizabeth Brown, the town doctor, Ed Loche, the town dentist, a modest used car lot owned by Lester "Less with Les" Cabe, and, of course, Hank's House. A popular restaurant was a greasy barbeque called Hog's Heaven, famous for their iced tea and their special sauce, and the local Winn-Dixie supermarket did moderate business. Houses in the town had wide lawns with sparse green grass and dark dirt, with rusting metal toys and tools easily found in many yards. By the time they arrived, the Counter-Intelligence Field Agency had quarantined the town of Willis in an emergency lockdown. “What happened?” asked Jim-Bean out of the corner of his mouth. Hammer had been studying the reports over his cistron. “Near as I can tell, Ithaqua froze more than just the area near Exit 23. That’s when Sprague and Warner got called in.” “And their boss, Lewis.” “Which makes him our boss,” reminded Hammer. Jim-Bean shrugged. Only a small investigative team of government researchers and intelligence agents was allowed within the quarantined perimeter of Willis County. The team consisted of three distinct units. The operation was commanded by Lt. Colonel Neal Warner, U.S. Air Force Special Operations Command, whose fifty "Blue Beret" troops from Aerospace Recovery were charged with finding and containing debris and biological hazards or other evidence, using equipment ranging from sophisticated radio and radiation sensors to heavy-lift and reconnaissance helicopters; Warner was actually a high-ranking member of the top secret Majestic’s Delta division. Operational security was directed by Louis Sprague, listed as a Major in the U.S. Army, Defense Intelligence Agency; Sprague led 24 other dark-suited agents with DIA credentials, all of whom were covertly assigned to the officially-nonexistent Pounce division of the National Reconnaissance Office, the Majestic group's security task force. A team of specialists from a variety of fields conducted on-site analysis; some were from other projects of the Majestic group, while others were included only to be fed a cover story by Sprague and Warner that they could deliver credibly to the media and external investigators. The Majestic team had an impressive array of materiel at their disposal. The nuclear physicists had bulky testing chambers, trucked into the command post by the BLUE FLY team; the medical team had a field station set up with full biological quarantine capability; the BLUE FLY team and NRO-Delta agents used two reconnaissance helicopters and two heavy transport helicopters, as well as two boats equipped with heavy-hauling equipment and powerful sonar, and several heavy ground vehicles and Humvees. The teams were heavily armed. “Looks like Major Sprague has been tasked with security for the operation, including physical security for the area and informational security: no information pertaining to the operation is to leave the site except by his or Warner's reports to their superiors.” It became clear that the rest of the team immediately disliked Sprague's agents as unpleasant necessities. Almost everyone was afraid of them. “Let me get this straight: We work for Sprague. Sprague’s team is in charge of security. So we can requisition whatever we want?” Hammer nodded. “Pretty much.” “Good,” said Jim-Bean. “Because I’m requisitioning a flamethrower.” He clicked the request through his cistron. Lt. Colonel Warner and his men spent most of the day conducting physical examinations of the territory, conducting slow helicopter flyovers of the area and using advanced "sniffers" to measure various energy levels in the ground and foliage in an effort to locate a possible landing or crash site for an alien craft. Jim-Bean stopped at the ammunition tent and picked up his flamethrower. He strapped it on. “You know this wasn’t an alien craft,” said Jim-Bean to one of Warner’s soldiers, who provided the weapon. “Sure it was,” said the soldier. “It was a big wendigo thing,” said Jim-Bean. “Ate a bunch of people. Pass that on to Tucker.” The soldier rolled his eyes. “It was an alien weapon.” “Really? What kind of weapon?” asked Hammer. “You’re not cleared for that.” “Why was it used?” “You’re not cleared for that.” “You don’t have the slightest idea why or how either, do you?” The soldier didn’t say anything. Jim-Bean tested the flamethrower’s ignition. The flames roared. “Let’s go visit Hog’s Heaven and barbecue something up,” said Jim-Bean to Hammer. “I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.” [/QUOTE]
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