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<blockquote data-quote="fenzer" data-source="post: 309557" data-attributes="member: 506"><p><strong>12:42 a.m. August 9th, 2002, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, Earth</strong> </p><p>“You’re bleeding!” Jen yells over the roar of the air.</p><p></p><p>“What? Who’s bleeding?” answers James looking through his review mirror at Jen.</p><p></p><p>“You are! Your neck!” she answers pointing at his neck.</p><p></p><p>“Oh hell, I don’t feel too well” James mumbles as he comes to the realization that he has been shot. </p><p></p><p>“Go to Salt Lake Regional on second south.” orders Jen.</p><p></p><p>“Ya, that’s a good idea. My arm is starting to go numb.” offers Josh.</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later they walk into the emergency entrance at the Hospital. Looking for a nurse, Jen takes control of the situation. Before Josh and James have had a chance to take a seat they are filling out the paperwork and James is being rolled off in a wheel chair.</p><p></p><p>“We’ll be right back for you.” the orderly says staring at Josh and pushing James down towards the elevator.</p><p></p><p>With nothing to do but wait, Josh pulls the package out of his pocket and takes a look at it. It is a small film canister about 4 inches in diameter and about an inch deep. The lid is sealed with red and orange tape and there is an alphanumeric code on the lid, DD63-ITSO0127. </p><p></p><p>“Well, it’s 8mm but the code I have never seen before.” Josh states matter-of-factly.</p><p></p><p>“How do you know that?” Jen asks reaching out for the canister.</p><p></p><p>“My dad is a film editor. I have been around this stuff my whole life.” </p><p></p><p>“Ya, it looks like a smaller version of the canisters we get at the theatre, usually for trailers though.” Jen hands it back to Josh. “What would be on this that someone would be willing to kill for?</p><p></p><p>Josh shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll have my dad take a look at it when we get out of here.”</p><p></p><p>A few hours later our heroes are on the road heading home. The shoot out was bad enough but having to deal with the cops, fill out reports, and answer a million questions left them completely exhausted. </p><p></p><p>They drop off Josh at his parent’s house on the lower Avenues and head to Jen’s apartment only a few blocks away.</p><p></p><p>Pulling up in front of Jen's appartment, "Well, let’s keep in touch on this. I have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better. What are you looking at?” James had been looking at Jen. She never met his gaze.</p><p></p><p>Pointing down the street Jen says, “I don’t think that suburban belongs here.”</p><p></p><p>“What suburban – oooh, that suburban.” Slowly putting the jeep in gear, James pulls away and past the suburban. “You are coming to my place tonight. I don’t like this one bit. My roommate is working and won’t be home ‘til later. You can crash on the couch.”</p><p></p><p>“That would be just fine.” Jen answers pulling the rear view mirror so she can see if the suburban is following them. “It’s not moving. Maybe I am just a little jumpy; after all we were only running for our lives tonight.”</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later James and Jen pull up to his apartment complex and go inside.</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing?” Jen demands staring at the 9mm James is pulling out the closet.</p><p></p><p>“What, this? Listen, I am not going to be caught with my pants down again. If those sons-a-b****s think they can shoot at me well I want to be able to return the favor.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you even know how to use one of those?”</p><p></p><p>Rolling his eyes, James loads the magazine and chambers a round.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Talking with his parents, Josh pulls the canister out and shows his dad.</p><p></p><p>“What do you make of it, dad?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, by the look of if I think it’s military. I don’t know what the number means but I did see one of these back during the Explorer shoot. Earl brought in one saying he had taken it from a storeroom somewhere. He thought it had some kind of alien spacecraft footage or something. Turned out to be some extra black and white of the Japanese surrender aboard the Missouri. </p><p></p><p>“Son, whatever this is, you should hand it over to the police.”</p><p></p><p>“Ya, I thought of that but I wanted you to look it over first. I think we have to go back t—what the?” “That was a black suburban! It just drove by!”</p><p></p><p>Flipping open his cell, Josh speed dials James.</p><p></p><p>“…I am on my way.” “Dad, James says they have seen the same suburban. Jen has called the cops and I am going over there. Where’s the 30-06?”</p><p></p><p>“Son?”</p><p></p><p>“Dad, I want you to take Mom and go to Uncle Jacks. I will call you just as soon as things calm down. Dad, I think this is something the cops can’t help with. These guys shoot first remember? Please take Mom and go.”</p><p></p><p>Five minutes later Josh was headed to James’ apartment. He was on foot and moving fast. He had his dad’s hunting rifle slung over his shoulder a baseball cap and his running shoes. He meant business.</p><p></p><p>Sneaking through the side yard of the house on the corner, Josh could make out James’ apartment a half a block away. Scanning further down the block he catches the reflection of the street lamp off the front bumper of a large suburban. Crouching down he takes the rifle from his shoulder. Something round and hard pokes him in the back of the head.</p><p></p><p>“Drop it.” a cool voice says from behind.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="fenzer, post: 309557, member: 506"] [B]12:42 a.m. August 9th, 2002, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA, Earth[/B] “You’re bleeding!” Jen yells over the roar of the air. “What? Who’s bleeding?” answers James looking through his review mirror at Jen. “You are! Your neck!” she answers pointing at his neck. “Oh hell, I don’t feel too well” James mumbles as he comes to the realization that he has been shot. “Go to Salt Lake Regional on second south.” orders Jen. “Ya, that’s a good idea. My arm is starting to go numb.” offers Josh. A few minutes later they walk into the emergency entrance at the Hospital. Looking for a nurse, Jen takes control of the situation. Before Josh and James have had a chance to take a seat they are filling out the paperwork and James is being rolled off in a wheel chair. “We’ll be right back for you.” the orderly says staring at Josh and pushing James down towards the elevator. With nothing to do but wait, Josh pulls the package out of his pocket and takes a look at it. It is a small film canister about 4 inches in diameter and about an inch deep. The lid is sealed with red and orange tape and there is an alphanumeric code on the lid, DD63-ITSO0127. “Well, it’s 8mm but the code I have never seen before.” Josh states matter-of-factly. “How do you know that?” Jen asks reaching out for the canister. “My dad is a film editor. I have been around this stuff my whole life.” “Ya, it looks like a smaller version of the canisters we get at the theatre, usually for trailers though.” Jen hands it back to Josh. “What would be on this that someone would be willing to kill for? Josh shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll have my dad take a look at it when we get out of here.” A few hours later our heroes are on the road heading home. The shoot out was bad enough but having to deal with the cops, fill out reports, and answer a million questions left them completely exhausted. They drop off Josh at his parent’s house on the lower Avenues and head to Jen’s apartment only a few blocks away. Pulling up in front of Jen's appartment, "Well, let’s keep in touch on this. I have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better. What are you looking at?” James had been looking at Jen. She never met his gaze. Pointing down the street Jen says, “I don’t think that suburban belongs here.” “What suburban – oooh, that suburban.” Slowly putting the jeep in gear, James pulls away and past the suburban. “You are coming to my place tonight. I don’t like this one bit. My roommate is working and won’t be home ‘til later. You can crash on the couch.” “That would be just fine.” Jen answers pulling the rear view mirror so she can see if the suburban is following them. “It’s not moving. Maybe I am just a little jumpy; after all we were only running for our lives tonight.” A few minutes later James and Jen pull up to his apartment complex and go inside. “What are you doing?” Jen demands staring at the 9mm James is pulling out the closet. “What, this? Listen, I am not going to be caught with my pants down again. If those sons-a-b****s think they can shoot at me well I want to be able to return the favor.” “Do you even know how to use one of those?” Rolling his eyes, James loads the magazine and chambers a round. *** Talking with his parents, Josh pulls the canister out and shows his dad. “What do you make of it, dad?” “Well, by the look of if I think it’s military. I don’t know what the number means but I did see one of these back during the Explorer shoot. Earl brought in one saying he had taken it from a storeroom somewhere. He thought it had some kind of alien spacecraft footage or something. Turned out to be some extra black and white of the Japanese surrender aboard the Missouri. “Son, whatever this is, you should hand it over to the police.” “Ya, I thought of that but I wanted you to look it over first. I think we have to go back t—what the?” “That was a black suburban! It just drove by!” Flipping open his cell, Josh speed dials James. “…I am on my way.” “Dad, James says they have seen the same suburban. Jen has called the cops and I am going over there. Where’s the 30-06?” “Son?” “Dad, I want you to take Mom and go to Uncle Jacks. I will call you just as soon as things calm down. Dad, I think this is something the cops can’t help with. These guys shoot first remember? Please take Mom and go.” Five minutes later Josh was headed to James’ apartment. He was on foot and moving fast. He had his dad’s hunting rifle slung over his shoulder a baseball cap and his running shoes. He meant business. Sneaking through the side yard of the house on the corner, Josh could make out James’ apartment a half a block away. Scanning further down the block he catches the reflection of the street lamp off the front bumper of a large suburban. Crouching down he takes the rifle from his shoulder. Something round and hard pokes him in the back of the head. “Drop it.” a cool voice says from behind. [/QUOTE]
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