Escape To Yesterday - A Historical FOF2K4 Dynasty - Page 3

Franklinnoble · 11-23-2004, 06:06 PM

Washington, D.C.
June, 1827

Washington, D.C. was not at all recognizeable to Franklin. The city hadn't full recovered yet from being burned to the ground by the British 15 years earlier, and it was a sprawling mess - not quite urban, and not entirely rural.

Franklin had hidden the B-17 in the wilderness not far from where he had once lived in Ashburn. It would move itself if anyone got close to finding it. He had been here a week, having arrived just after Nordberg. It had taken him a few days to walk to town and procure suitable transportation (a stocky paint horse), but his tracking system had done the rest. Nordberg was hiding out in a farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Franklin knew he had the element of surprise, so he walked up to the door, and simply knocked.

There was no answer. He pushed the door open and walked inside. The scene in the kitchen was not pleasant - the bodies of a man, woman, and two small boys were lying in the middle of the floor, their throats slashed. Franklin drew what looked like a percussion cap pistol. It was actually the same sort of weapon he had used to dispatch Nordberg once before.

He walked towards the living room, and was suddenly struck from behind. He fell to the ground, and the pistol clattered across the floor. He turned over to see Nordberg standing over him, brandishing a shovel and his pistol.

"I don't know how you don't have a busted skull right now, but I'm guessing this gun of yours is loaded." Nordberg pointed it at Franklin's head.

There wasn't time to think about it. If Nordberg got the shot off, Franklin would be incinerated, and the mission would be a failure. There was only one option.

"Well, I didn't figure on it ending like this, Nordberg. But, what the hell." Franklin grinned at Nordberg. Nordberg paused.

"How do you know my name?" A puzzled, frightened look came across Nordberg's face.

"Only idiot bad guys in lame movies explain themselves before dispatching their prey. Intitiate death blossom protocol. Level one."

"What the hell?"

It was the last thing either man said. The death blossom was a self-destruct program that Oscar had come up with in the event that, well, either of them ever needed to self-destruct. Level zero was simple self-incineration. Level ten took out everything for 100 square miles. Level one would flash-fry Franklin, Nordberg, and most of the house they were in.

Which is exactly what happened.

***

Miles away, the B-17 registered the self-destruct signal. It noted that Nordberg's signal had been extinguished as well, and therefore required only two more actions - preparing the package, and initiating its own self-destruct. Both took only a few seconds, and then the plane was vaporized.

***

To be continued...

finkenst · 11-23-2004, 06:16 PM

Yay!

and what?!

Franklinnoble · 11-23-2004, 06:18 PM

Umm... and they all lived happily ever after?

Gimme a little time here... I'm working on it.

Poli · 11-23-2004, 06:23 PM

It's ok. I mean, you've saved, what, 2 or 3 kittens.

Franklinnoble · 11-24-2004, 02:12 PM

Epilogue
Ashburn, VA
June, 1827

The package was a box no larger than a Sunday newspaper, encased in a black nanopolymer. It was constructed of and contained the most advanced nanotechnology ever developed. But its secrets would remain hidden for decades.

Now it would hide. Self-propulsion jets appeared from its sides, and the package launched itself into high orbit. An object that small would be nearly impossible to detect, even without the stealth technology that it employed.

It would remain there, until its master returned.

***

Continued in the Remember Tomorrow dynasty thread...

11-23-2004, 06:06 PM	#101
Franklinnoble Banned Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Placerville, CA	Washington, D.C. June, 1827 Washington, D.C. was not at all recognizeable to Franklin. The city hadn't full recovered yet from being burned to the ground by the British 15 years earlier, and it was a sprawling mess - not quite urban, and not entirely rural. Franklin had hidden the B-17 in the wilderness not far from where he had once lived in Ashburn. It would move itself if anyone got close to finding it. He had been here a week, having arrived just after Nordberg. It had taken him a few days to walk to town and procure suitable transportation (a stocky paint horse), but his tracking system had done the rest. Nordberg was hiding out in a farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Franklin knew he had the element of surprise, so he walked up to the door, and simply knocked. There was no answer. He pushed the door open and walked inside. The scene in the kitchen was not pleasant - the bodies of a man, woman, and two small boys were lying in the middle of the floor, their throats slashed. Franklin drew what looked like a percussion cap pistol. It was actually the same sort of weapon he had used to dispatch Nordberg once before. He walked towards the living room, and was suddenly struck from behind. He fell to the ground, and the pistol clattered across the floor. He turned over to see Nordberg standing over him, brandishing a shovel and his pistol. "I don't know how you don't have a busted skull right now, but I'm guessing this gun of yours is loaded." Nordberg pointed it at Franklin's head. There wasn't time to think about it. If Nordberg got the shot off, Franklin would be incinerated, and the mission would be a failure. There was only one option. "Well, I didn't figure on it ending like this, Nordberg. But, what the hell." Franklin grinned at Nordberg. Nordberg paused. "How do you know my name?" A puzzled, frightened look came across Nordberg's face. "Only idiot bad guys in lame movies explain themselves before dispatching their prey. Intitiate death blossom protocol. Level one." "What the hell?" It was the last thing either man said. The death blossom was a self-destruct program that Oscar had come up with in the event that, well, either of them ever needed to self-destruct. Level zero was simple self-incineration. Level ten took out everything for 100 square miles. Level one would flash-fry Franklin, Nordberg, and most of the house they were in. Which is exactly what happened. * Miles away, the B-17 registered the self-destruct signal. It noted that Nordberg's signal had been extinguished as well, and therefore required only two more actions - preparing the package, and initiating its own self-destruct. Both took only a few seconds, and then the plane was vaporized. * To be continued... Last edited by Franklinnoble : 11-23-2004 at 06:10 PM.

11-23-2004, 06:23 PM	#104
Poli FOFC Survivor Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Wentzville, MO	It's ok. I mean, you've saved, what, 2 or 3 kittens. __________________ Cheer for a walk on quarterback! Ardent leads the Vols in the dynasty forum.

11-24-2004, 02:12 PM	#105
Franklinnoble Banned Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Placerville, CA	Epilogue Ashburn, VA June, 1827 The package was a box no larger than a Sunday newspaper, encased in a black nanopolymer. It was constructed of and contained the most advanced nanotechnology ever developed. But its secrets would remain hidden for decades. Now it would hide. Self-propulsion jets appeared from its sides, and the package launched itself into high orbit. An object that small would be nearly impossible to detect, even without the stealth technology that it employed. It would remain there, until its master returned. *** Continued in the Remember Tomorrow dynasty thread... Last edited by Franklinnoble : 11-24-2004 at 02:12 PM.

11-23-2004, 06:16 PM	#102
finkenst College Benchwarmer Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: usually sunny SoCal	Yay! and what?!

11-23-2004, 06:18 PM	#103
Franklinnoble Banned Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Placerville, CA	Umm... and they all lived happily ever after? Gimme a little time here... I'm working on it.

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