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LazyScot · 10-15-2008, 04:17 PM

<cut to the military control room in the mountain.>

"Ma'am. The F-22's are reporting in. The Ranger's site… It's been wiped out. They're reporting no survivors and extensive damage. They're awaiting orders."

A silence passed over the control room as the news of the deaths sank in.

"We'll morn later. Now we deal with problem and make sure no others suffer the same fate." Stated the commander in terms that brooked no argument. "Get the F-22s down to a site where PsyOps can check them out. And get verification from recon flight yesterday. Get in touch with SigInt; see if there is anything of interest from the site about the time the attack took place." With that, as various officers efficiently passed her commands out, she turned to space liaison officer, and asked "any more news from Fred?"

"Ma'am; we have POTUS…" said a junior comms officer, passing a headset.

With a deep breath, the commander put on the headset. "President, we have a si—"

"Certainly I'll whisper if you want." Whispered the commander. "Now, we have—"

"No, I didn't know the President could start the hunting seasons early—"

"Yes, I'm sure. If I could just have a moment of your time. We have a serious problem and appear under attack from codeword ART. I—"

"Well I'd delay going hunting for a little. We need your permission to —"

"We will certainly help you eliminate the rabbits, but first we—"

"Yes, President. I need to have your permission to defend the —"

"Yes, President, I suspect they are in league with the rabbits. I need—"

"Can you confirm that you are giving me blanket authority to take all measures I see fit to deal with the ART threat?"

"Thank you President Fudd. I strongly recommend that you get aboard Air Force One at —"

"Yes, I think it would be an excellent place to spot the wabbits, I mean, rabbits from."

"Thank you, President. Goodbye."

With that she looked round the control room. "If any of you ever breath a word of this, or even try to titter….", she threatened, wisely leaving the punishment up to the imagination of those in the room. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself "Sometimes I wonder were the real threat to the nation lies. Rabbits indeed."

10-15-2008, 04:17 PM	#36
LazyScot DSil Posts: 3,201 Karma: 6895096 Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Hants, UK Device: Kindle, Cybook	<cut to the military control room in the mountain.> "Ma'am. The F-22's are reporting in. The Ranger's site… It's been wiped out. They're reporting no survivors and extensive damage. They're awaiting orders." A silence passed over the control room as the news of the deaths sank in. "We'll morn later. Now we deal with problem and make sure no others suffer the same fate." Stated the commander in terms that brooked no argument. "Get the F-22s down to a site where PsyOps can check them out. And get verification from recon flight yesterday. Get in touch with SigInt; see if there is anything of interest from the site about the time the attack took place." With that, as various officers efficiently passed her commands out, she turned to space liaison officer, and asked "any more news from Fred?" "Ma'am; we have POTUS…" said a junior comms officer, passing a headset. With a deep breath, the commander put on the headset. "President, we have a si—" "Certainly I'll whisper if you want." Whispered the commander. "Now, we have—" "No, I didn't know the President could start the hunting seasons early—" "Yes, I'm sure. If I could just have a moment of your time. We have a serious problem and appear under attack from codeword ART. I—" "Well I'd delay going hunting for a little. We need your permission to —" "We will certainly help you eliminate the rabbits, but first we—" "Yes, President. I need to have your permission to defend the —" "Yes, President, I suspect they are in league with the rabbits. I need—" "Can you confirm that you are giving me blanket authority to take all measures I see fit to deal with the ART threat?" "Thank you President Fudd. I strongly recommend that you get aboard Air Force One at —" "Yes, I think it would be an excellent place to spot the wabbits, I mean, rabbits from." "Thank you, President. Goodbye." With that she looked round the control room. "If any of you ever breath a word of this, or even try to titter….", she threatened, wisely leaving the punishment up to the imagination of those in the room. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself "Sometimes I wonder were the real threat to the nation lies. Rabbits indeed."