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Author: J. R. Karlsson
command.'
Burroughs nodded. 'It's so difficult to keep track of all these Agents, you'll forgive me for not recalling your name.'
'Yes sir,' Smith replied in a tired voice as if from rote.
The older man dismissed him with a nod of his head, the Agent remained seated but largely forgotten about. Instead he turned to Phil Jones.
'The glove you are wearing is part of the causality effect that those of us in command are entrusting will give us the edge on those ghastly Voravians.'
Phil looked back at him blankly. 'What's a Voravian?'
The Admiral looked at Phil's bulging waistline with a strange look of admiration. 'Do you like food, Mr. Jones?'
He paused, wondering if the Admiral was asking him a trick question, then at the encouragement of Annika he nodded tentatively.
'I suspected as much, tell me Phil, I can call you Phil can't I?'
Phil nodded.
'Do you like waffles, Phil?'
Phil nodded hungrily, scanning the room for any waffle-shaped objects. None presented themselves, perhaps they were in hiding.
'Imagine a delicious waffle that is stuck in the toaster on too high a setting. You're trying to stop the thing but the lever is stuck, you try and dig it out with a fork and you manage to electrocute yourself. You slip on the kitchen floor and brain yourself against the fridge and still it won't come out.'
Phil relived some painful memories, he had tried digging the waffle out with a spoon when the fork had got caught in the grill. The charred remains were too far gone to savour, no matter how much honey and cream he poured on it.
'The Voravians have their hands over the eject button and they're watching our waffle burn with a smile.'
Phil stood up, sending his chair flying across the room. 'Those bastards!'
The Admiral hammered the desk in approval, sending a series of monitors fuzzing across the air before settling back into the surface. 'That's the spirit that man! Annika he certainly shows the right attitude towards these things!'
Annika beamed a smile adoringly at Phil, Agent Smith remained unmoved by the display.
The floor opened up and a second chair rose to greet Phil's posterior, much to his enjoyment.
'So you see Mr. Jones, this is where you fit in. The glove was to land on the hand that would land on the hand over the toaster button.'
Phil looked at him blankly.
'You were chosen to stop the Voravians.'
Phil looked at him blankly.
'We will outfit you with a craft and a team and some tactical analysis of the opposition, from there we are confident that the choices you make will result in victory.'
Agent Smith chose this time to interject. 'Grand Admiral, we have yet to ascertain whether he truly is the one that the glove has chosen to be worn by or whether this is pure coincidence. We still need to run some tests before we can supply him with a team.'
The Admiral blinked. 'I'm sorry, who are you?'
Smith sighed. 'Agent Smith sir, I'm a special Agent under your command and have been for twenty years, I came into the room with Annika and the chosen one not a moment ago.'
'Smith eh?' the Admiral mused. 'Doesn't ring any bells.'
'I've saved your life from numerous disasters on sixteen separate occasions sir, the details are in your logs.'
The Admiral clapped his hands together. 'Yes, of course, that Smith! Nice of you to join us that man! So why are you here?'
Smith sighed.
'What I think Agent Smith was trying to say is that we need to test Phil Jones before we're completely certain that he is the chosen one and that we shouldn't immediately form a crew around him until they are complete.'
The Admiral smiled. 'An excellent idea! Annika, take him to the test chambers! I don't know where you come up with these but you're getting a pay rise.'
Smith sighed.
Chapter 4
Box! Testing! Rrrzzarrgghhzzz!
A nnika led Phil Jones and Agent Smith down the bright Star Command corridors and out into a large room filled with consoles. Men in white coats tapped at the holographic images with a frenzy of moves
Burroughs nodded. 'It's so difficult to keep track of all these Agents, you'll forgive me for not recalling your name.'
'Yes sir,' Smith replied in a tired voice as if from rote.
The older man dismissed him with a nod of his head, the Agent remained seated but largely forgotten about. Instead he turned to Phil Jones.
'The glove you are wearing is part of the causality effect that those of us in command are entrusting will give us the edge on those ghastly Voravians.'
Phil looked back at him blankly. 'What's a Voravian?'
The Admiral looked at Phil's bulging waistline with a strange look of admiration. 'Do you like food, Mr. Jones?'
He paused, wondering if the Admiral was asking him a trick question, then at the encouragement of Annika he nodded tentatively.
'I suspected as much, tell me Phil, I can call you Phil can't I?'
Phil nodded.
'Do you like waffles, Phil?'
Phil nodded hungrily, scanning the room for any waffle-shaped objects. None presented themselves, perhaps they were in hiding.
'Imagine a delicious waffle that is stuck in the toaster on too high a setting. You're trying to stop the thing but the lever is stuck, you try and dig it out with a fork and you manage to electrocute yourself. You slip on the kitchen floor and brain yourself against the fridge and still it won't come out.'
Phil relived some painful memories, he had tried digging the waffle out with a spoon when the fork had got caught in the grill. The charred remains were too far gone to savour, no matter how much honey and cream he poured on it.
'The Voravians have their hands over the eject button and they're watching our waffle burn with a smile.'
Phil stood up, sending his chair flying across the room. 'Those bastards!'
The Admiral hammered the desk in approval, sending a series of monitors fuzzing across the air before settling back into the surface. 'That's the spirit that man! Annika he certainly shows the right attitude towards these things!'
Annika beamed a smile adoringly at Phil, Agent Smith remained unmoved by the display.
The floor opened up and a second chair rose to greet Phil's posterior, much to his enjoyment.
'So you see Mr. Jones, this is where you fit in. The glove was to land on the hand that would land on the hand over the toaster button.'
Phil looked at him blankly.
'You were chosen to stop the Voravians.'
Phil looked at him blankly.
'We will outfit you with a craft and a team and some tactical analysis of the opposition, from there we are confident that the choices you make will result in victory.'
Agent Smith chose this time to interject. 'Grand Admiral, we have yet to ascertain whether he truly is the one that the glove has chosen to be worn by or whether this is pure coincidence. We still need to run some tests before we can supply him with a team.'
The Admiral blinked. 'I'm sorry, who are you?'
Smith sighed. 'Agent Smith sir, I'm a special Agent under your command and have been for twenty years, I came into the room with Annika and the chosen one not a moment ago.'
'Smith eh?' the Admiral mused. 'Doesn't ring any bells.'
'I've saved your life from numerous disasters on sixteen separate occasions sir, the details are in your logs.'
The Admiral clapped his hands together. 'Yes, of course, that Smith! Nice of you to join us that man! So why are you here?'
Smith sighed.
'What I think Agent Smith was trying to say is that we need to test Phil Jones before we're completely certain that he is the chosen one and that we shouldn't immediately form a crew around him until they are complete.'
The Admiral smiled. 'An excellent idea! Annika, take him to the test chambers! I don't know where you come up with these but you're getting a pay rise.'
Smith sighed.
Chapter 4
Box! Testing! Rrrzzarrgghhzzz!
A nnika led Phil Jones and Agent Smith down the bright Star Command corridors and out into a large room filled with consoles. Men in white coats tapped at the holographic images with a frenzy of moves
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