View Full Version : The adventures of Captain Narco>Purveyor of the Deep
December 22, 2005
It is a cold winter day, with steam rising from the surface of the Swaunee River, where Narco's newest Corporate offices of NIUT {Narco Institute of Underwater Technology}were built. The Captain + Marriata, his secretary were going thru some of the latest issues concerning water contamination. One in particular caught their attention: Ms. Amanda Pflugger had complained about the institutes helocopter knocking her pear tree down last August, while on a recon mission. Seems she came out screaming bloody murder & damaged the side of the Corporate chopper with her basball bat in retalliation. This one is still in civil court, with both sides suing each other for damages. One of the local communitiy utilitiy commisions had received numerous complaints of heavy water pollution along with an obnoxious smell emminating from the surface of a local spring run off. NIUT was contracted to research & try to rectify the problem. In so doing, his pilot accidently side-swipped mother Pflugger's pear tree. Of course, she became upset with all the racket & the destruction of her be-loved fruity tree. Narco's pilot, Lt. Snorkle got into a 'dog-fight' with her & dropped 10lb kitty litter bags on her head.
She's suing for 'animal crulity' & property damage. This is still on-going, as neither side claims responsibility. A large stone quarry operation employs some 500 workers, at the head of the spring run-off. & their company's offices sit over the top of a major spring vent-! Numerous concrete trucks roll continously in and out of the complex on a 24\7 day basis. It is believed that they may be dumping somthing nasty into the spring's run-off. NIUT is still investigating this, so a more detailed report will be issued when studies are completed. Today, though, a complaint was received from a county sheriff's office about some water tower leaking onto their patrol car's while parked underneath for their coffee & donut breaks. {From NIUT's dispatch} " Snorkle, get the Panda {Corporate Chopper} warmed up for service-!"
Snorkle: "Yes Sir, Capt.-!"
.............To Be Continued
Cindy
12-22-2005, 05:44 PM
Jackkkkk...come back to us...come out of the light......
Jackkkkk...come back to us...come out of the light......
Lol :) This whole thing was a film production at one time-! Now, if I can just remember the rest of the screen play to make any sense out of it. It was hilarious, & we had a lot of fun making it. I may have to edit & re-edit parts of the story to put it back into a scripting format. Give it some time Cindy & gang......let's see how it develops.
J.
Dec. 24, 2005/03:55am.....>Osage, Iowa {site of local karst vent}
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Professor Arvil Johansven is in his DPV development lab making some adjustments to his latest piece of equipment: The 85hp, solar battery driven, Thermonuculer/Silicia based Roto-Muler whos battery is charged with a high tech HID 36amp hr cannister lamp mounted behind a small themoglas panel which allows the beam to be concentrated on top of the solar battery where EEC panels are molded into them.
The Sat Com phone rings: "ya, dis is Arvil" ? Good morning Prof., How is the new DPV coming along-? "Who dis is,Ya" ? Capt. Narco, from Luraville, Sir. We're wondering how far you are with the Roto-Muler-?
"Vell, the dang thing fell on me foots dis morning, und ve can't do much of anything right now" -! Vhy, You is in a hurry for something"? Well, Arvil, we could sure use it to re-con our problem with one of our spring runs down here-!
"Ve'll let you know when its ready Captain"-! and then the professor hung up-!
..............to be continued
"NIUT's executive secretary...Mariatta, was arrested over this past week end for selling illegal {Jesus Juice substances injected into large quantities of spiked yogurt}yogurt to the State Department in Washington DC. Her release is pending further investigation-!
Farnsworth Barnyard, AP
ps: Further adventures of Capt. Narco to be continued soon-! 8)
Dan Thoms
02-16-2006, 07:55 PM
:lol:
February 17, 2006 20:16pm mil.
Loc: Inside Dunkin Donuts store in Alachua, Fla.
Two rather over weight County Mounties were stuffing their faces full of their favorites: Boston Creme & Strawberry filled donuts. With t pastry powder all over their mouths, Sgt. Garcia & Lt. Gonzoliz were like kids in a candy store. They had already put down some two dozen donuts apiece, & the clerk was getting a mite upset with them hanging out in his store. "More coffee, Mikey,.....we've a long nite ahead of us-!" Yea-yea, OK.....don't you guys ever drink anything else-? "Mikey, what's the matter bubba, not getting enough from the little wife of yours-?" None of your business, Sarge-! Just don't eat all of our profits here-! {Garcia smiled, & then motioned to his partner...."lets 'book'-!}
On a lone stretch of Hwy 27, the van with the dim headlights was slowing down somewhere a little west of River Rise, & the driver seemed to be looking for something: "hey Saul, where is the turn off-?" Saul told him to look for a orange construction flag, marking the turn off. Soon, they were upon the orange flag, & the van veered left to make the cut down into the woods. He hit his brakes hard to make the turn, & our two deputies had spotted them from the bridge over the Santa Fe. "Garcia did you see that vehicle pull off the road-?" Not sure, Lt.-! Where did they go-? Both of them seemed a little baffled, & couldn't exactly tell where our mysterious van left the road-!
Saul & his driver had stopped their van, & had turned off the engine, being carefull not to give way their location. Tonight, they were planning a full excursion into a new spring they had discovered several weeks ago, during hunting season. Being on public lands, they did not want to give away their treasures, for fear of being caught by the DEP. "too bad about that chopper, we could have used that to find new stuff, eh-!" Saul, just shook his head, and griped about the stunt his buddy tried to pull off. "Best to keep our mouths shut, & not try that again, buddy-!" Yea..yea, just trying to improve our mobility, Saul-!
The spring vent, was pristine, and as they slid into the shaft, they were both excited about running new line in a virgin cave. There was no moonlight tonight, so they had to depend on their HIDs to lite the way for them. They slipped past a 14' gator, laying on the bottom, & never twitched a disturbance going in. Who were these guys, & why were they always sneaking around at night-?
Garcia & Gonzoliz were wondering the same thing: Why could they never find them, after spotting them on the local roads in their county. Well, one thing is for sure: Narco is out to get them, & sooner or later he will-!
No-one ties him or his sidekick up, & trys to steal his chopper-! No-one-!
........To be continued
February 22, 2006 11:09am Mil.
Luraville: The Inner Offices of NIUT
Capt. Narco sat quietly in his elaborate sanctuary, hidden deeply within the confines of NIUT's Corporate structure, listening to well known rifts from Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'. He was studying a satellite enhanced terrain map detailing a quadrangle between High Springs & Hildreath. Sgt. Garcia had informed him of a highway encounter three days ago with the mysterious van & its occupents, disappearing into a wooded area somewhere southwest of the Santa Fe river. It seemed to be within a couple of miles of where he & Snorkle had been attacked, to be sure. The S.O. had copy of the color & make of the van, but no tag number, as of yet. Narco needed some way to 'bug' this van & then they could take the necessary action-!
Suddenly, his Sat phone jarred him from concentration-! "Ya....is dis zee commander's dask-?" Professor Johansven voice seemed excited & anzious......."It's great to hear from you Professor...any good news to tell us-?" "Jess....jess....zee scooter is completed now, & ve added a digital ballast control, so isht vith minute adjustments vhen needed-!" "Be vey careful vith the speed/thrust control, or you vill looze control vith this DPV-!" "Ve are shipping it to your headquarters in Luraville dis afternoon, Captain-!" :) "Professor, we can't thank you enough"-! I'll have Mariatta send you a bank draft, along with some of her special yogurt immediately-! " Yur most generous Captain; Thank you-!"
"The state department won't be after me will they sir-?" With that they both broke out laughing, & Narco thanked him again, & then rang off.
Now, they will be able to penetrate deeply into the bowels of the stone quarry company that has been dumping waste directly into the aquifer. Narco got on the PA & paged Snorkle to his office.
To be continued..........
February 28, 2006
21:37pm Mil.
Shands Care Dispatch:
"Medi-Vac we have a 'Stat' diver rescue alert from Gilchrist county"......A CNS hit at depth {147'} ........co-oridinate w\Gilchrist County Sheriff's office.......>two un-knowns diving a remote cave on Nitrox".
{Medi-vac Helio} "10-4 we're on our way"-!
Saul had used his 'Nextel' to send their signal for help, & both divers were out of the water waiting for the chopper. His buddy had convulsed from a depth of 147' & they were lucky to be able to get out. The 17' O_2 bottle was a boon to their rescue, and may have been the difference between rescue or recovery-! Sweating profusely, Saul was grateful to see the Shands-Care chopper approach them:
"Rescue 7, we have both divers on board, & we are coming in"-!
"Copy, Rescue 7----our barotrauma team is ready to go"-!
Sgt. Garcia phoned Narco on his Sat-Com to relay the breaking news....& now they have got the two rebel cave divers who were sneaking around & causing havoc.
Narco slammed his fist down hard on his desk, & Snorkle looked across at him sternly: "Shands-Care just rescued our two criminal divers, & they are being taken to the chamber in Gainesville"-! "Now, we'll have one of our problems solved"-! Snorkle nodded in agreement. "Where were they diving Captain-"? "SW of River Rise........An unknown cave system, below the fault line"-! "Let's go take a look tomorrow morning"-! "One of them took a CNS hit probably from the booze they drank the day before"-! "Usual story with jocks"-! " Their certifications should be pulled, or they should be fined"-!
"After all, its our taxes that end up paying for their glory trip to the chamber"-! Snorkle replied: "Well maybe they will turn over a new leaf from all of this"-! "Lets hope so Snorkle"-! "Have you seen Mariatta lately"-?
Snorkle simply smiled, & then shook his head no-!
..............To be continued
Loc: Somewhere SW of River Rise near the Santa Fe
March 2nd, 2006 15:06pm
Narco & Snorkle had easily spotted the orange contractor's flag along Hwy 27, just East of Ft White, and the tell tale tracks from the 'sneaker's' van was apparent to where it was headed. What Narco & his side kick couldn't believe though upon discovering the hidden karst window, was how cobalt blue & pristine this cave was. Totally unspoiled, and nearly virgin. Both of them hurried to get into the water. The basin appeared to be some 20' in depth, & they could see a darker center with what appeared to be an opening about half way down.
The river lay some 400 yards to the west, and was on a much lower plain than the window. They were diving side mounted 85's each with a single stage & a 30cu ft O2 bottle. After doing their bubble cks they descended to a shelf near a large opening to a deeper conduits below. A broken limb lay near the opening. Checking their depth, they confirmed the shelf at 18' & then proceeded to tie into the tree limb, leaving their O2 bottles here as well. In front of the cavern, lay our 14 ft friend with his enormous tail swaying in the still water, smiling back at the captain & his buddy. Narco & Snorkle both stopped dead in their descent after seeing the gator. Remaining motionless for several minutes, finally the gator swam off. Both of the diver's eyes were now bright enought to light up the cave itself, after this encounter-! They continued down thru the karst entrance. A strong current flowed outward as they swam into the cave. The passageway seemed enormous, comparing it to A-B + C tunnels inside Numero Uno. They were now at a depth of 87' where the floor seemed to be dropping deeper. They had spotted numerous blind crustaciouns swimming on the floor, which gave this particular system a certifiable healthy cave environment. What bothered Narco was the fact that Saul & his demented dive buddy never left their line tied into the system. So, basically they were on a 'true' exploratory mission-! Some 75' further they reached another 'window' opening thru yet another tunnel.
Now, they had reached a depth of 127', & the floor was still falling away. They tied off on a third projection from the ceiling, left of center of the passage. Suddenly, Snorkle motioned to an opening to the right of their line.......Another tunnel-! They had been underwater now some 35 minutes, & were close to reaching thirds off their 85's. They had decided to use the single stage for deco, so were allowing themselves the luxury of another 10 minutes before turning. Snorkle marked the 2nd tunnel & they continued farther down the main passage
An audible beep went off from Narco's Pro Aqualand, & he motioned to Snorkle with a slow looping with his HID. They both grinned, turned, & then headed back out. With a 28% Nitrox mix, they would have a minimum deco. They swam easily with the current, & reached their deco sooner than expected. Their 'buddy' with the long tail & 'grin' was nowhere to be seen, so they both breathed a lot easier. 20 minutes passed, & then they asscended to their O2 bottles. Another 7 minutes here, & they headed for the surface. The only thing now that remained was what to call this new 'Window'-?
............To be continued
11:56am March 15, 2006
Luraville, Fla NIUT's Corp. offices
A blueish smoke rose from within a darkened corner of the storage facility, where a tall & shapely figure lingered nearby. A worker's voice could be heard: "My boss will never know about this Karl"-! Then a stranger, wearing an expensive coat & tie, slid into his government issued Mercedes, & quietly drove out thru the rear shipping door of NIUT's warehouse. Mariatta smiled as he sped away.
Narco & Snorkle were just pulling into the front lobby's curb when they both spotted the black Mercedes speeding away. They couldn't help but wonder what that was all about-? "Who the devil was that-?" Snorkle asked. They both just shook their heads, & then got out of their Hummer. Mariatta came strutting from the front door, smiling & giggling & wishing them both a friendly "Good morning, Captain"-! Narco looked at Snorkle: "Oh no-! She's into the yogurt again-!
Well, nothing will get done today, Snorkle said-! Let's ck Arvil's scooter out-! Then the three of them headed inside.
.............continued
GCSO reported the destruction of a local landmark in Gilchrist County today: A hang-out for years for local sheriff deputys, where they would sometimes take their breaks between calls underneath the water tower. It was reported that some sort of G-to Air missle struck the containment vessel sometime early this morning before day-break. No injurys were reported, but a speeding 4x4 was seen heading east from the scene towards Alachua-? Authoritys from the city of Hildreath & High Springs were dispatched to evaluate the damages.
Farnsworth Barnyard, AP
21:02pm mil.
Loc: River Right/Suwanee River...northeast of McAlpin, Fla. >>confluence of 1st Magnitude spring boil on the surface......upriver from a major stone quarry corporation:
Three high powered lights were visable from the surface of the river, as a trail of bubbles followed behind. A faint cavatation would be apparent from the over-powered DPV as they descended deeper into the cavern entrance....>the combined light from both HID's & the Roto-Muler lit the cave up as though it were daylight. The captain grinned at Professor Arvil's handi-work, it pulled both he & Snorkle along at nearly 4+ knots, & this against a high outflowing current-! Visability was pristene for now, as they descended deeper into the main passageway. Certainly they were making headway like never before.
Meanwhile, the Quarry's security guard was on the phone again with Sgt. Garcia.....seems like she had run out of donuts, and she was griping about never having enough to eat while on the job-! Garcia grunted, & then agreed to making a quick run to the local store to pick up a couple of dozen of her favorite chocolate covered delights, & bring them out to her. He made a stop in Branford at the local Quik Mart, & then headed north on Hwy 129. 20 minutes past, & Garcia pulled into the compound's guard shack........>Officer Carminela was over-joyed to see the Sgt with donuts in hand-! Now she would be able to get to work again-! Sgt. Garcia smiled & then wished her a good evening, & then hurriedly spun around & headed back towards Branford.
Narco & Snorkle were a good 400 yards upstream now, & the vis was still great........>He punched a button on his left wrist console, which immediately transmitted a satelite signal back to NIUT's tracking network. In the near distance they both noticed a camera's red display led......they were now in close proximity to the company's computer network. A buzzer went off on the guards desk, & she was too busy eating to notice. She farted, got up from her chair, & then headed for the bathroom.
Suddenly the visability faded drastically, & huge clumps of sludge floated past their face masks. Narco cut the DPV off, & they both had disgusting looks on their faces. Where is that coming from they both wondered. Now, the vis had dropped to almost 15', & giant flumes of discolored water flushed past them. They both signaled to abort & turned on the spot. Narco flipped the DPV back on, & then increased the throttle to full speed. Not only was the water now disgusting, it smelled bad too-!
The security guard smiled with relief-! :P
to be continued...................
Dan Thoms
03-29-2006, 09:06 PM
What happened to the sex and crime stuff? :lol:
great reading, by the way.
What happened to the sex and crime stuff?
That's coming Dan- :roll: Stay tuned-!
editorialized
10:48am mil
Narco sat motionless in his office wondering why the stone quarry had cameras mounted inside the aquifer leading to their facilities. Certainly there was more than just effluent being flushed thru their restrooms-! Why would they need 24 hour armed security guards for in the first place-? Perhaps some nite time observation from overhead would provide some answers. The captain phoned snorkle, & then instructed him to prep the Panda for a nite recon mission. Only one problem existed: NIUT was informed that Mother Pfflugger had installed an 'early warning' radar system on her property, & this concerned Narco-! NIUT couldn't afford anymore confrontations with her-! That would jeprodize anything they may discover with the quarry's operations-!
.............to be continued
Dan Thoms
03-31-2006, 06:13 PM
Here we go!!!
:-D
April !, 2006 03:43am mil
NIUT's Helio Pad
The chopper's blades created a soft whiff-whiff-whiff as Snorkle warmed up the Panda's engine. He had fitted their HUD's with the latest enhanced imaging devices available from the naval yard in Maryland, & they would now be able to 'see' inside superstructures or buildings with modified walls. They could pin-point both humans & high tech computerized equipment inside the buildings, as though the walls weren't even there-! Three Pav-ways, two Sidewinders, and 'Counter-measures' had also been fitted to the underbelly of the Panda, just for grins........"You never know" had been Narco's comments-! The 'Black box' on board tied in directly to NIUT's network to record everything that happens from the time the chopper leaves the ground till it lands back home.
A black H3 screeched to a halt, next to the Panda. The Captain grabbed his Blackberry & greeted Snorkle. "We're all set to go Capt"...>Snorkle yelled. Narco reached for the side door of the chopper & stepped up, & then swung inside. Reaching for his seat harness & head-set, he yelled-: "let's do it"-! Snorkle twisted the stick, & then gently pulled back....the Panda lifted easily from the pad. Then he set the course north by northeast, purposely aiming to avoid Pfflugger's radar-! They would be flying over the quarry's property from the north of McAlpin. The night sky was clear as it was black. The Panda had been fitted with a 'whisper' mode, & this would help their stealth missions. Both the Captain & Snorkle were keyed up & enjoying the cool nite air as they flew across the big river. They were soon hoping to learn something new about the Quarry's subversive operations.
............to be continued-!
April 1st, 2006
04:12am mil
Loc: D.O.T. Inspection Station/Branford
A rig with out-of-state registration was being questioned by Officer Murphy:
"Let's see your BOL {Bill of Laden} driver"-! The driver handed his log book over to the inspector. Murphy read: container/Cyber Kinetics..2800# dest: McAlpin, Fla. North Florida Quarry Operations. "We need to have a look-see inside your rear doors driver"-! The driver stepped from his cab & walked around to the rear of the 18 wheeler, opening the doors for Officer Murphy & said.."help your self sir. The state inspector found nothing illegal & thanked the driver, & signed his log book, & then sent him north out of Branford on 129.
Meanwhile, some 14 miles up-river in a secluded property, with high fences & security gates keeping the un-welcomed out, Mother Pfflugger sat comfortably in a darkened control room, high above her master bedroom. Three computer screens were flashing information in front of her. One of them resembled a three dimensional NAV aircraft radar grid, & this was the one she was focused on. A single blue blip was gradually moving in a southeasterly direction, but not entirely out of her range, & seemed destined for a location Northeast of her. She had forwarned Narco about anymore 'flybys' & this time she meant business-! She had arsennal 'locked' & 'ready' & could in a moments notice 'drop' anything in the air, that she felt threatened her. The containment vessel {water tower} in Hildreath had proved her point-!
Snorkle moved the stik a little to the right & the Panda responded by 'Jinking' in the same direction. Narco noticed the truck traveling north on Hwy 129 & pointed it out to his pilot: "let's see where he's headed, Snorkle"-! The Panda made a 180 degree turn & veered left of Hwy 129. Suddenly, his HUD lit up, & they had picked up a tracking signal from somewhere near the Suwannee. "What the Hell"-! Snorkle remarked. Narco had heard it too, & knew from military service, exactly what this meant-! Someone was tracking them, with intent-! They watched the truck from some 5700' & they were certain at this point where the driver was headed. "We don't need a third party right now, Snorkle"-! Snorkle nodded in agreement. They headed back with a North Easterly direction flying somewhat lower than before, & they were both intently watching their HUD displays. Now over the Limestone Quarry's compound, the buildings innards were easily visable. Three engineers were outlined in a translucent green shape, and appeared to be attending some sort of heavy stone kiln, deep inside one of the facilities. Banks of high tech computer servers seemed to line one of the far walls, near an exit door. A whitish/grey steam or smoke rose in a solid conflux from a single 3" pipe in the middle of the room. Another, fourth person entered the laboratory carrrying some materials in a heavy, lead-lined container, on a hand cart. The Tractor's cargo-! Flying towards the guard shack, they could see Carminella stuffing her face with chocolate donuts again, & they both laughed-! Jinking back to the South, another building came into view, but this time it seemed heavily guarded, & hidden from the rest in a far corner of the compound. Three security guards {one on a ATV} paced the circumfirence reguarly in 15 minute intervals. One room inside appeared to be lite up, & it's sole occupent was attending some sort of heavy machinery. Narco & Snorkle's HUDs imagery was fading in & out..........>something was happening here, & they needed a closer look: "We had better come back via the main tunnel underneath, Snorkle" Narco said. We'll get a 'top side assist' this time with the Feds-! With that, Snorkle snapped the chopper's stik back hard, accelerated hard & lifted out of the compound's air. Three minutes passed, & Snorkle yelled: "We've been tagged, Captain"-! Pffflugger had been following their passage & decided to give them something to think about-! "Drop the 'Counter Measures now, Snorkle"-! Narco Barked. With that, the pilot flipped a small red panic toggle, opening an outter door of the Panda's belly, & five miniture rockets spread into the sky,
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followed by five loud blaring screeches, & then explosions. The night sky was as if it was now daylight, & 20 seconds later, they heard a single schrieking whine, followed by an enormous :flame BOOM-!
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Pffluggger screamed with joy-! Her day had been made: "Take that you SOB, Narco"-! "& stay the hell away from my Pear tree, too-!" Her whole house was shaking with her jumping up & down of her conquest. "That'll teach ya"-! "ya little water soaked worms"-!
Some 15 minutes passed, & the two divers were still shaking from their close call with the Pschyo woman, known as Pfflugger. "We need to do something permenant about her, before she hurts someone"-! Snorkle remarked. They landed their chopper safely back in Luraville, & then went inside to raid Mariatta's Yogurt-!
to be continued-! :flame
***Ok guys & goils......>we have enough here to put this into a screen play format & could realistically put together production & casting crews......What do you think-? We could do it in the style of '24', or I could continue on with it here until I can write a natural finish to it. A screen play would be a tool to use to sell the story to either Nat'l Television or to the movie industry. Either way, I would like to use our own divers & friends to cast it. This is not a easy task, as it will have to be budgeted & then sold to a specific market. It would be awesome to see something like this take off.
Opinions please-!
JE
Dan Thoms
05-04-2006, 08:23 PM
Heck, im waiting for the continued part--- :-)
Im not sure about the production thing,
Heck, im waiting for the continued part--- :-)
Im not sure about the production thing,
Ok Dan,
I'll have a couple of beers & bang my head on the desk a few times, & then continue the saga here-!
Thanks
Jack
Loc: Shands Hospital/L 1051 {Psych Ward}
May 5, 2006 3:00am
"Two notorious criminals escaped their restraints early this morning from the
Psych ward in Shands Hospital & are on the loose"-! "Saul Magachi & his co-conspiritor...Zon Gorney were able to cut themselves free from their restraints, & then knocked out the ward's head nurse & escaped by rappeling from the 4th floor window by using bed sheets knotted together"-! "They were being held by the local authoritys for grand larceny & destruction of private property" It is believed that they are driving a stolen vehicle reported missing from the hospital's security staff"-! The vehicle is a white GMC Escalade with Shand's logo on it's doors. If anyone spots this vehicle outside of Alachua County, kindly report it to the local authorities.
Farnsworth Barnyard, AP
Dan Thoms
05-05-2006, 08:43 PM
Heck, im waiting for the continued part--- :-)
Im not sure about the production thing,
Ok Dan,
I'll have a couple of beers & bang my head on the desk a few times, & then continue the saga here-!
Thanks
Jack
No.... Thank you :D I kinda feel bad for your desk. The cold beers, hmm 8)
Its all good
"No.... Thank you :D I kinda feel bad for your desk. The cold beers, hmm 8)
Its all good" {Dan}
Hang in there Dan, all hell is about to break loose-! Forget the desk, I use the cement wall behind it-! { I have a very hard head too-!} 8)
J.
Dang it, Jack! Why can't you just hit the "Quote" button like everybody else?
Just kidding, buddy! :D
Ken Roop
05-07-2006, 08:51 PM
Good evening Jack,
What is the proximity of the D Farnsworth AP, to the secret Base in the Aquifer?
How has the Farm been effected by the other materials besides sewage?
How will our heros solve these problems? What if they get sued?What if they are charged criminally? Who really cares?
I do, I know many of us do, but again my question which is not meant to be rhetorical, Who cares?
Best wishes,
Good evening Jack,
What is the proximity of the D Farnsworth AP, to the secret Base in the Aquifer?
How has the Farm been effected by the other materials besides sewage?
How will our heros solve these problems? What if they get sued?What if they are charged criminally? Who really cares?
I do, I know many of us do, but again my question which is not meant to be rhetorical, Who cares?
Best wishes,
Ya gotta love this- 8)
Hi Ken,
I'm not sure what you are referring to as 'D Farnsworth AP'-! But Farnsworth Barnyard is a psuedo name for an Associated Press {as in AP} reporter-! You also mention Farm, & I don't believe any Farm has been mentioned in the main text of this story-! There are many scenarios in the script, but the main one builds upon the destruction of our aquifer. If the plot by the bad guys is divulged too early, then the story will not carry enough interest. While sewage was the main theme in the first writing of Capt. Narco, this newer version is much more complex, and has to appeal to the technical cave diving community as well as the common land owners. Again, this is only a fictional account of events that could possibly happen in real life. Some of the things described have in fact already taken place in real time: The deputys and security guards hunger for donuts in the middle of the nite. The 'Baker Acted' Cons being held in the Psych Ward at Shand's hospital, & their subsequent escape-! The Stone Quarry corporation near Branford, & their destruction of pristene cave systems-! {The Iche} I hope to write this with as much realism as I can, and yet be able to pen humor into it as well, to keep your interest-! I appreciate your comments in the story, as there seems to be a general enthusiam for something like this. So, I'll do my best to continue with the 'Narco Adventures'-!
Thank you
Jack
ps: 'secret base' in the Aquifer-? Are you refering to the passage beneath the Quarry's compound-? Or are you refering to NIUT's locale in Luraville-? If it is NIUT, you could maybe get some information out of Cathy, but she will probably deny any existence- :)
Ken Roop
05-08-2006, 09:06 PM
Good evening JE!!
Keep up the good work. I realize that this "is only a fictional account of events that could possibly happen in real life. Some of the things described
have in fact already taken place in real time:..."
That is why I asked about the Farnsworth Farm. How much of the things discribed have already taken place and do not make it to public attention?
Sometimes the truth sounds too much like fiction for some to have the backbone to act.
Good luck, Best wishes, and keep it coming. Sometimes humor is the best way to expose truths.
Good evening JE!!
Keep up the good work. I realize that this "is only a fictional account of events that could possibly happen in real life. Some of the things described
have in fact already taken place in real time:..."
That is why I asked about the Farnsworth Farm. How much of the things discribed have already taken place and do not make it to public attention?
Sometimes the truth sounds too much like fiction for some to have the backbone to act.
Good luck, Best wishes, and keep it coming. Sometimes humor is the best way to expose truths.
**Hi Ken,
I picked up on your note here late into Tuesday morning, & would have responded, except that TJ's site {this one} was hacked, so I logged off & waited until the issue was resolved. You have some good ideas here, & I may adopt them into the context of the story. Thank you. In addition I've copied this off line & will re-post the entire script to SAEG {pm sent}, which is my own web site & seems to be secure. The Stone quarry problem exists, & the escape from the psych ward @ Shands actually happened-! There are numerous stand-pipes sunk into our aquifers thru-out Florida & the country, which are used to dump not only raw sewage but also chemicals & nuclear waste-! The one in Little River exists & is used to syphon water I think. Many pipes are dug into the aquifer to pump drinking water {both commercial & private}. So, there is no one specific person or company doing it. Our underground waterways are massively being destroyed by Government, Corporations, & land owners.
The overweight deputies & security guards stuffing their bellys with donuts is a pet peeve of mine, & is a very serious problem with our population in general: Fast food, hawking advertisements on television, & sweet appetites have created an over-weight population in general-! So, these are some of the things addressed with Narco's vengence & all we have to do is to make some kind of sense out of all of it. My philosphy about all of this is: Be healthy, don't over-eat, don't smoke or do drugs, but do chase sexy women, go caving+diving, kayaking or skiing, & have a couple of beers once in awhile-! Most of all enjoy your life today, & don't worry about yesterday or tomorrow, because only today matters-!
Be safe
JE 8)
May 15th, 2006 @ 02:14am
Loc: McAlpin
"Three large Florida 'Razor-backs' {Aligators}were found by a DEP officer early this morning, floating belly-up near the spring vent flowing below a Stone Quarry operation, just South of McAlpin, Fla.......>A large fish kill was spotted near-by as well, floating on the surface of the spring"-! NIUT has been contacted, & they are planning on conducting a water sampling test of the under-ground river, flowing from below the quarry's operations.
In other news, the two escaped prisoners from Shand's Psych Ward's in Gainesville, reportedly attacked a couple of Gilchrist county deputies while they were having breakfast in a all night restaurant, near Alachua, Fla. They abandoned the hospital's SUV in exchange for one of the deputies squad cars, and they were last seen headed west out of Alachua down Hwy 27, towards Branford. No further information is available at this time.
Farnsworth| AP
02:12am......Luravlle
The squad car slid quietly to a stop, with both the engine & headlights turned off, & then parked carefully next to the chopper pad outside of NIUT's front offices. Two dark figures jumped from the car & ran the 15 yards across the tar-mac to the Panda & found both doors open. Inside, Zon spotted the ignition keys still in place, & quickly fired the engines. Saul secured his safety belt, & slid the comms over his ears. Zon copied his movements & the chopper soon reached rotation as he gently twisted the stick's throttle & pulled back. "Piece of cake boss"-! The chopper lifted off the pad, & he increased the rpms while gaining attitude, heading directly north. "We'll contact Smitty as soon as we cross the border"-! Saul had told Zon to radio the mechanic on approach to their hanger, somewhere just east of Valdosta. He didn't want to take a chance of breaking radio silence over Florida air-!
They both cracked open a couple of beers & laughed: "Wonder if Narco & his Tex_Mex pilot will miss us"-! :twisted:
To be continud................>
May 16, 2006
AP...>Luraville
Freelance reporter, 'Farnsworth Barnyard' reported NIUT's Company helicopter being stolen from its mooring early yesterday morning in Luraville. AOPA, along with the FAA has been informed, & the NTSB has also been notified. It is believed that two criminals who escaped from a Psych Ward in Shands Hospital located in Gainesville, Fla.
commandeered the jet powered helicopter after steeling a sheriff's squad car from a restaurant in Alachua, Fla. They reportedly high-tailed it to Luraville where they had planned to steal the helicopter.
In other news: The DEP reported seven more gators floating 'belly-up' near the confluence of a spring vent & the Suwanee River, in McAlpin, Florida. Numerous Waterfowl, Turtles, & a massive fish kill were also reported-! The spring mentioned here has been posted to Florida's Wildlife & Endangered Resources Board. Further investigation is underway, & all public swimming & diving in the aforementioned vicinity has been closed until further notice-!
FB|AP
More...............>
May 17, 2006 03:30 mil.
McAlpin, Fla.
Pfflugger had seen the Panda's movement across her radar screen two nites ago also, & couldn't help wonder what Narco was up to now, flying north of the Florida State line, towards Georgia's Valdosta Regional FBO. It didn't make any sense to her at all, but she wasn't about to fire any ordinance over the Georgia border. That would have caused more trouble than she could handle-! "Screw him & his 'wind-up toys'-!
Meanwhile, Narco had been taking a breather up on his Wellington, Colorado ranch, when Snorkle had called him about the Panda's theft. He was pissed, & this had ruined any chance of peaceful vacation he envisioned. "I'll be down first thing Thursday morning, Snorkle-!" "Meet me on the tar-mac in Live Oak at 24J, http://cavediver.net/photopost/data/500/24J.jpg a little after 10:00am Thursday morning"-! Snorkle replied: "I'll be there sir"-! & rang off. Snorkle was even more upset...>The Panda was his 'pet' & he took it serious-!
To be continued..........>
May 18, 2006 07:00am Mil.
KBJC Jeffco County a\p
Narco cleared Denver air space easily & set his next way point for 1r7 for a fuel stop. The 6 seater Citation quickly reached its ceiling & picked up the jetstream to help conserve fuel. Narco called Snorke to let him know of his progress as he vectored east by southeast. The sunrise was an inspiration to him as he monitored the radio calls. He just couldn't understand what was happening down below in McAlpin. Certainly something highly illegal was going on, but water samples will have to be tested to be sure. Air traffic was moderate at this time, so there wasn't a good deal of radio chatter. He was happy for that. He could see the seasonal changes as he flew over the landscapes, & everything was turning a dark green. It was comforting to forget the melting snows of the high country along with the pending alvalanches & muc slides. He hated that. Except for the spring skiing & corn snow, which always charged his energy levels.
Snorkle would be in Live Oak to meet Narco closer to 3:00pm, for he knew that the Captain refered to Denver time, which was two hours behind the East coast. Meanwhile, he & Mariatta were alongside the spring run in McAlpin taking water samples to be tested for the DEP. Two large stray dogs lay alongside the banks, along with a Racoon family of Pappa, Mamma + 4 kits. All succumed to the contaminated spring water-! Whatever was being dumped into the aquifer was highly toxic-! Earlier in the morning he had checked with Valdosta Regional a\p & their air controller had picked up a faint ID responder signal from the Panda's code box, putting it in nearby Georgia somewhere. It wouldn't be hard to trace the signal & find the helicopter's where-abouts. Time was becoming short now, & the 'yardbirds' freedom was waining-! "Ok, Blondie, let's finish this up, & drop the samples off at the state's testing office in Live Oak. " We have a 'plane' to catch"-! 8)
To be resumed after 3:00pm
15:16pm Mil
The landing & re-fueling in Brookhaven went un-eventful & Narco was now aproaching 24J....Live Oak, Florida. His glide path was straight forward on a single strip & @ 1100' he could easily see the two figures standing alongside the run way next to the black H2. He smiled. Even though Snorkle had left the keys in the chopper, he was still glad to have them both as employees. Narco tweaked the 'Thst Rvsr's & lowered the landing gear. The Cessna dropped gracefully towards the V.s.i. & then he was down, rolling to a stop right next to the two of them. He opened the door & yelled down to them": "park the Hummer Snorkle, & bring the keys with you please-! Then both of you hop in......we're taking a ride to Valdosta'-! Five minutes later the three of them were back in the air & headed for KVLD.
02:25am May 19, 2006
Loc: DEP....Testing facility/Live Oak
Robert Jennings, a lab technician for the State of Florida just completed his findings with the five water samples that Snorkle & Mariatta dropped off earlier yesterday afternoon. The results were suprising: All five samples, proved positive with a PH of 14.1-! Normal spring or aquifer fed waters average a PH between 7.1 & 9.2-!
'We learned in school that water, or H2O, is composed of hydrogen and oxygen molecules. Neutral water is given a pH value of 7.0. It contains equal amounts of hydrogen ions (H+) and hydroxide ions (OH-). Dissolved chemicals and minerals change the balance of those ions from a perfectly neutral state. Increase the amount of hydrogen ions (H+), and the water becomes more acid ("low pH"). Increase the amount of hydroxide ions (OH-), and the water becomes more alkaline ("high pH"). The further these values rise or fall, the more acidic or alkaline the water becomes'-!
The resulting high PH relates to only one chemical: D20 or in layman's terms: D2O is Deuterium Oxide-heavy water. Its hydrogen molecule is twice the weight of the molecule in ordinary water, which makes D2O 10% heavier than H2O. A by-product to produce Plutonium-! The cause for the animal & fish kill in a spring run near McAlpin-!
http://www.sno.phy.queensu.ca/sno/D2O.html
Jennings completed his tests & summary, then faxed copies to NIUT, the DEP & The Federal Enforcement Office of the AEC-! They would want to know about this-!
To be continued...........-!
http://cavediver.net/photopost/data/500/KVLD.jpg?5426
Location: Valdosta, GA
FAA Identifier: VLD
Lat/Long: 30-46-57.0000N / 083-16-36.2000W 30-46.950000N / 083-16.603333W
30.7825000 / -83.2767222
(estimated)
Elevation: 203 ft. / 61.9 m (surveyed)
Variation: 02W (1985)
From city: 3 miles S of VALDOSTA, GA
Zip code: 31601
RUNWAY 17 RUNWAY 35
Latitude: 30-47.427750N 30-46.401517N
Longitude: 083-16.512967W 083-16.320933W
Elevation: 196.2 ft. 198.2 ft.
Gradient: 0.0 0.0
Traffic: left left
heading: 173 magnetic, 171 true| 353 magnetic, 351 true
Markings precision, in good condition
Visual slope indicator: 4-light PAPI on left (3.00 degrees glide path)
Approach lights: MALSR: 1,400 foot medium intensity approach lighting system with runway alignment indicator lights
Runway end identifier lights: yes no
Touchdown point: yes, no lights yes, no lights
Instrument approach: ILS
Obstructions: 55 ft. trees, 1875 ft. from runway, 60 ft. right of centerline, 25:1 slope to clear 56 ft. trees, 3000 ft. from runway, 875 ft. left of centerline
Text pending-:!:
Jax Control: "Control to 532 Sierra Tango"............>'532 Sierra Tango' ?
"Cessna 532 use Runway 35 left"-! '532 Sierra Tango....copy'-! Narco set his ILS for Valdosta's runway 35 Left & then flipped the auto Pilot on for their descent. The weather was clear, with no obstructions on the approach, as the sleek aircraft made its way down. The federal marshals had instructed Narco & staff to meet inside the airport after landing for a briefing on the Panda's whereabouts. Hopefully they would have some good news. From 3700' the aircraft whinned as Narco hit the thrust reversers. Always a reassuring sound to him as they passed thru the 1100' mark. But then, the Cessna Citation is a tried & trusted aircraft, with a near zero fault record. A perfect plane for a small company with needs of priority transportation for its CEOs. In 90 seconds the aircraft would be on the ground. Narco lowered the landing gear @ 780', followed by quiet thunk. Mariatta seemed to be breathing somewhat easier now, as she never got used to the idea of flying at some 29,000' & going some 475 mph-! Snorkle loved every chance he got to be in the air, chopper or fixed-wing-!
to be continued............>
May 30th, 2006 McAlpin, Florida
Loc: Quarry Ops.
Haage, chief of testing & substances manufacturing was over-seeing the final 25 litres of cured D2_O to be sealed & pressurized in several lead-lined containers, & then put on the black_mkt for sale over the web-! The un-purified chemicals were piped underground thru a deep well beneath Security facility #3c. The completed product was shipped via an obscure trucking company named 'Cyber_Kinetics' to their clients across the country & then thru an elaborate network of both air & ocean vessels-!
Meanwhile up in Valdosta, Narco & crew had been briefed by by the local Field Marshal's office about a small hanger in Hazelhurst, GA. {KAZE}
They had picked up the electronic beacon from the Panda's on board ID-device, & positively located the chopper. Their plan was to send a swat team to the hanger, & recover the Panda, with the aid of Nav-Star. A high tech satellite capable of taking both still & HD video of anything, anywhere on earth-!
More.............>
Smitty had been working feveriously on the Panda to change its looks so as to make it appear as though it was an older military chopper just brought in from overseas. The tail # was changed also to hide its true owner. It now displayed: N873CK & both rotors were also re-painted. What he missed though, was the little black box hidden below the belly of the cabin. There-in the electronic signaling device ramdomly emitts its ID to the Panda's real owners-!
Meanwhile, our two cons: Zon & Saul were over at the local 'rebel' lounge having a good ole time with a couple of hot dancers, un-aware of the Federal Air Marshal's 'swat team' en-route to recover Narco's helicopter. The team elected to drive to Hazelhurst, instead of flying, so they won't be picked up by KAZE's control tower. http://cavediver.net/photopost/data/500/ModKaze.JPG
Soon, these three characters will be wishing they never even heard of NIUT-!
There will be no tomorrow..... :flame
Saul & Zon staggered from the 'Lazy Bastard's Saloon' & were trying to find their parked vehicle outside in the lot. One of the waitresses offered to drive them home: "Sure baby doll, we need somebody to help us stay on the road, anywhoo'-!" Saul commented. "Take us to our hanger, where our mechanic usually keeps the coffee pot burning". "We'll need some of that rot-gutt to straighten our minds out"-! Janice opened one of the rear doors of the Expeditation & then 'booted them both in, smiling as she did so-! "ok boys, enjoy"-! She smiled, turned the ignition on & then slammed her right foot to the floor, smoking the tires behind them, as they sped away.
Meanwhile, the Feds were still a few miles outside of Hazelhurst in their black M 5, along with Narco & his crew, and they were discussing the plan of attack: They don't want to kill anyone, but just kick the bejuzz_usses out of the the three of them, so as to give them something to think about while they spend their jail terms in solitude-! Hopefully, the Panda will still be in one piece.
following: 'A nite to remember'-! :smt068 :snipe:
Sunday morning
03:17am mil
loc: Hazelhurst a\p northwest private hanger
The black M 5 eased quietly in the shadows of the flyway towards the obsure hanger in the far corner of the airfield. A dim yellow light shown thru from the only window of the building, and the main doors were tightly closed. Smitty was busy working on the Panda inside. Saul, Zon & their concerned waitress had stopped off at a local coffee shop en-route to the hanger from 'Lazy's'. They were a mite 'hung over' to put it mildly. The swat teams rolled to a stop below a knoll of high grass some 30 yards from the hanger, & the teams were discussing their plan of attack: " Four of them would post at each corner of the hanger, while Narco & Snorkle would lay in wait just behind the hanger's rear door. The team's Cmdr would take center stage, & bust thru the window. They were to wait until all occupants of the hanger were accounted for.....namely Smitty, Zon, & Saul. They had no clue that Janice was driving them from the bar, nor that they were not yet there-!
to be continued..............
Sunday morning
03:17am mil
loc: Hazelhurst a\p northwest private hanger
The black M 5 eased quietly in the shadows of the flyway towards the obsure hanger in the far corner of the airfield. A dim yellow light shown thru from the only window of the building, and the main doors were tightly closed. Smitty was busy working on the Panda inside. Saul, Zon & their concerned waitress had stopped off at a local coffee shop en-route to the hanger from 'Lazy's'. They were a mite 'hung over' to put it mildly. The swat teams rolled to a stop below a knoll of high grass some 30 yards from the hanger, & the teams were discussing their plan of attack: " Four of them would post at each corner of the hanger, while Narco & Snorkle would lay in wait just behind the hanger's rear door. The team's Cmdr would take center stage, & bust thru the window. They were to wait until all occupants of the hanger were accounted for.....namely Smitty, Zon, & Saul. They had no clue that Janice was driving them from the bar, nor that they were not yet there-!
to be continued..............
Tonight-! {after Midnite} ***Havoc in Hazelhurst-!*** :smt067 :snipe: :minigun: :chain: :smt071 :armytank :flame
to be continued............>
June 26, 2006
03:12am mil
Hazelhurst a\p:
***Janice wheeled hard onto the tar mac of Hazelhurst’s Regional airport un-aware of what lay in waiting ahead of her. Each of the Marshal’s officers as well as Narco’s team saw them speeding down the runway. The commander motioned to both of the facility’s corners sharp-shooters to take the 4x4’s front tires out. The Expedition approached the hanger quickley, & in a split second two loud explosions broke the nite’s silence. Janice tried desperatly to keep control of the SUV, while Zon & Saul were freaking out. She stopped within 30 yards of the sliding doors of the hanger, & both retards leaped from the vehicle running in opposite directions across the air field, trying desperately to reach the wooded outskirts of the airport. Janice simply sat in her car with her hands in the air. Narco had busted thru the rear window of the hanger, spotting Smitty running for his weapons. The Marshal & two front snipers charged thru the main door & dropped Smitty to the ground yelling for surrender. Zon & Saul were chased by the two rear guards into the woods outside of the air field, where a hail of gun fire exploded in the nite air. Narco was astonished to see the Panda in one piece but painted some god-ugly color of yellowish green. The gun fire continued for several minutes, until finally it stopped. Saul & Zon had escaped into the unknown, as the two pursueing agents continued to look for them. Snorkle was elated to be able to secure his prized position once more. This time, he would make sure to lock the chopper up & take the keys with him when not in service. The Federal air Marshal had booked Smitty as an accomplice & radioed the local authorities with a BOLO for the two escaped cons. The county Sheriff's office will need K-9 to hunt them down. Janice was released on her own recognice & advised to steer clear of these two criminals. Everyone then headed for home in their respective vehicles: Narco & Snorkle flew the Panda back to Valdosta to meet up with Mariatta, where she anxiously awaited them. Narco would fly back in the Cessna with her to Live Oak as Snorkle followed them in the Panda. Still ticked off that the two sickoos got away again. They were like an incurable disease, & that bugged him-! :hang
to be continued...........>
Loc: Brimley, MI
21:00 mil June 29, 2006
A heavy fog lay close to Superior's cold surface, & a slight Noreaster summer breeze gave the pilot of the vessel 'Otter Island' a chill down his back. A following seas of 7' to 10' pitched the 245' freighter like a large sail boat with its' sea anchor being towed behind it. O'Leary just couldn't understand why his cargo was always being shipped all the way up to Thunder Bay every other month-? Surely, there must be an easier way to bring the high tech equipment marked Cyber-Kenetics up there, rather than via truck to the port in Brimley-? It didn't make much sense, but then the money was good, & it helped keep his ship afloat-! For now, he was concerned for his crew & the on-coming summer storm-! There are many wrecks laying on the bottom of the Great Lake, & he wasn't about to jeporadize his only source of income-! On the other hand, O'Leary has been a Ship's Master for some 20 years, and he could handle most anything mother nature could throw at him or his crew-! He hoped for the winds to continue as that would mean a faster crossing of Superior's deep waters.
to be continued............>
CaloosaCaver
07-05-2006, 08:50 AM
Was there any T2O (Heavy water with tritium isotopes)? Were the sediments checked for daughter products of Pu decay?
Ken
Was there any T2O (Heavy water with tritium isotopes)? Were the sediments checked for daughter products of Pu decay?
Ken
Jennngs reported minute traces of T2O along with a contamination of bi-polar daughter particles of Pu decay within several samples of clay sediment brought in by NIUT employees from the sprng run in McAlpin. The following findings are reported via the url: http://www.t2oclan.com/
Consequently, a concern is raised as to the extent of aquifer contamination in the surrounding water table-! Namely the Swannee River & submerged springs feeding the river itself. Of course most of these findings are conjectures, aimed towards Angiogeneric promotions.
:roll:
NOAA issued a summer storm warning affecting shipping lanes across the majority of Lake Superior between the hours of 19:00pm Mil until 04:00am on the 2nd of July 2006. All lake traffic is encouraged to take the necessary precautions. Northeasterly winds are expected to increase thru the evening with some gusting to over 70 knots-! Stay tuned for further weather reports-!
L. Franchot,
local metro forcasting for the Great Lakes Region
Capt. O'Leary had his hands full now, as what had been a quiet steerage, had suddenly turned for the worse. The seas abruptly washed over the entire freighter including the helm, from stern to bow. Superior's waters turned an ugly deep green as the storm increased intensity, & visability had dropped to near 30 feet. There was no horizon any longer, & the clouds were laden with rain. The Otter Island pitched & then the winds & seas seemed to slam into its star-board sides with un-relenting force causeing the ship to twist & its metal frames to screech with un-bearable noise. Two crew members were suddenly tossed over-board into the cold seas without anyone even knowing they were gone. The storm howled like a run-away freight train about to crash. The captain sounded his alarms & sent radio distress signals to NOAA. They were about to make the turn at Passage Island, when the storm caught them by suprise. They were 3.8 miles from the island, when it happened. A sea wave, some 40 feet high, slammed broadside at midships & then the Otter Island flipped over-twice, & was once more right side up-! Again this time by a 60 foot wave & she remained upside down, until the helm struck a rock shelf near Passage Island. And here she sank-! In about 370 feet of water-! There were no survivors, & the entire shipment of Cyber-Kinetics was lost-! Tomorrow there would be media coverage of this storm & the loss of of the Otter Island's crew & the ship itself-!
to be contnued..................>
July 16th, 2006
Marquette, MI.
to be contnued..................>
NOAA has posted a 'Radioactive Waters' for the shipping lanes of Lake Superior, primarily in the area of The Otter Islands sinking last week near Passage Island. A private sector salvage teams operations task force has been contracted to recover what materials they can from the ship wreck-! Further investigations are on-going-!
Farnsworth, AP
Cindy
07-16-2006, 07:56 PM
Hey Jack, Go see "an inconvient truth", it will help expain some of the Hurricaine/Global warming stuff. Join the walk. Cindy :D
Hey Jack, Go see "an inconvient truth", it will help expain some of the Hurricaine/Global warming stuff. Join the walk. Cindy :D
Cindy-!
Ok........Is this a film-? & 'the walk'-? Is that a protest-?
J.
Cindy
07-17-2006, 07:31 PM
Yes it's a film. Go to the film and it will direct you to a web site. From there you can learn what the walk is. Cindy :D
The 'Otter Island' lay with its port side twisted & hanging on a deep water shoal some 340' below Superior's surface. Its helm or 'Wheelhouse' hung over the edge where the abyss dropped out of sight, some 1270' deeper to the lakes sandy bottom. Water temperatures past the last therocline hovered near 35 degrees Farenheight, even during the heat of the summer. Somehow, one lone lamp still shone thru one of the mates quarters, & it created an eerie ship wreck scene. Most of the crew, including the captain never had a chance to get off. They were suspended thru-out the ships compartments as though October 31 were near-!
Luraville: Narco sat quietly in his inner office quandering why NOAA had elected to contract a commercial salvage operations team from the Seattle area. Perhaps it was for the better, as he had enough on his mind to contend with down here in Florida, and the thing over in McAlpin was a hornets nest anyhow. He would be too involved with that to attempt any salvage recovery up in the Great lakes. Besides, the ship's cargo contained several tons of material marked as 'Soluable' & identified as belonging to Cyber-Kinetics-? There was the secretive 3rd facilities building of the stone quarry's complex that still remained a mystery. That still needed to be checked out.
Port of Thunder Bay, Ontario CA
July 18, 2006 19:56pm mil
The giant water tractor named 'Vars_Smicken' lay tied fast to its mooring inside the great port, while her pilot, Captain Lars Gundershon assembled the heavy equipment that would be needed to attend to the recovery of the Otter Island. Lars Gundershon was a 6'5", 225lb...> Canadian-Norge who took little BS from his crew members & they knew it & respected him for his authority. What he didn't know, & liked even less was the fact that the US government was sending in its own salvage teams. There might be derision between the two different crews, but he wouldn't tolerate any trouble or fighting aboard his vessel-! Capt. Gundershon puffed heavily on his hand carved pipe, & a sweet odor emminated thruout the dock area. Out of no-where, a C-37A created a near Mach 1 boom, as it approached Thunder Bay Regional a\p. Gundershon shook slightly from the aircraft's noise, & he wondered if the dive teams were aboard it. The high tech aircraft had loaded its passengers from a commercial flight out of Seattle, & then met them at MacDill AFB in Florida as a security measure. There were twelve Seal team members on board, all with classified designations, & all with extensive diving skills. The C-37A pilot radioed the controler for specific landing instructions, & then motioned to his co-pilot to set up for the approach.
to be continued..........>
Late afternoon-!
Captain Gundershon stood above his crew barking at their sporadic attempts to fasten down the 4 man on-board Hyperbaric Chamber to the Vars_Smicken's deck. He was about to jump down to the deck & assist his men, when a group of strangers, carrying to what appeared to be dive bags with them approached the water tractors beam. "Yo...who's the wheel boss of this here bath tub-?" They all wore black knit navy skull caps, & may very well have been 'hit men' for the WWF, if it were not for their authoritive manners in which one of them spoke-! They were twelve in all.........."I'm Captain Gundershon of this vessel, & you guys better get on board ASAP, cause I don't like Yanks, even if you are Seal team members-! I may decide to leave without you, Lars growled-! Everyone laughed, because they all knew he was a habitual liar & liked to kid around with his men. His reputation preceded him, & they all knew it.
Manning was the Commander of the recovery teams, put together by the Office of Commissions in Washington. Failure was not an option on this recovery mission-! Besides the new on-board deco chamber, a high tech mixed gas Membrane compressor was also installed to fill tanks with the correct percentages of gases for each diver. There were two teams that would be using the Inspiration CCRBs for exceptional dive profiles. The remaining eight divers would be on standard open circuit systems with mixed gases. NOAA weather reports had given them an all clear for the trip to Passage Island, & Gundershon was anxious to get under way.
to be continued.........>
http://www.ship-technology.com/projects/botnica/
http://www.ship-technology.com/contractors/controls/
http://www.ship-technology.com/contractors/satellite/
http://cavediver.net/photopost/data/502/medium/image5.jpg
The Dutch-flagged vessel is classified by Lloyds with the notation 100 A1, LI, CG, +LMC, UMS, with descriptive note SCM regarding loading and unloading.
Gundershon's vessel....> The Vars_Smicken is a copy of Norway's 'Botnca' and nearly an exact duplcate of Voith's world class ice-breaker & tug boats. In heavy seas, she would be the safest place to be afloat anywhere-!
***Manning's Specal Ops Dive teams were aboard now, getting settled in for the 45 mile/4 hour cruise to their objective: Passage Island, between the end of Isle Royale Nat'l Park & open water with some 1400' below outside the perimeters of Passage Island-! The nite air was chilly as a slight north westerly breeze blew across Thunder Bay, creating small white caps across the Canadian/US Port, & Capt. Gundershon had just fired up his hand made Pipe that a friend of his from Oslo had sent to him earlier last spring. His favorite pipe, & a blend he had purchased on-line from Iwan Ries in Chicago, gave one an image of a Ship's master at peace with his environment & his work-! Manning seemed to have his men under control, and Gundy {As he liked to be called} knew his own crew like brothers & sons. This would be a good working voyage, & everyone was hyped to get going.
Tomorrow:
The Crossing..........>
Capt. Gundershon twisted both igniation keys clockwise at the same time & then paused for several seconds whilst the ign. coils heated up to fire the immense twelve diesel marine engines. As if stung by a hornet he pressed the single start button, & the giant power plant erupted with a deafening explosion. 'Gundy' smiled, while the divers were shaken from their bunks, & then the port support team released the mooring lines. The Captain throttled the engines twice, & then eased both acc levers forward. The vessel bellowed yellowish/white flumes of smoke from her stacks, & then she moved slowly forward under power. They cleared the huge port within 15 minutes, & finally reached open water, where Gundy moved the acc levers almost half way down. The Vars_Smicken could easily run at over 18knots, but that wasn't needed, for they would reach Passage Island's barrier reef within 4 hours at 12 knots. The seas were quiet, and everyone seemed content without having to worry about bad weather & heavy seas washing someone over-board-! A hundred or so gulls had followed them out to open water, & some of Gundy's crew enjoyed throwing bread crumbs out to them. The gulls brought them good luck & safe passage; At least that is what they believed-! Gundershon watched his nav instrumentation, & then his radar for other traffic. The nearest ship was some 25 miles downstream from their destination, so the Vars had the whole lake to themselves. Under the clear nite sky, the lake water appeared like a mirror, as they motored towards Passage Island, and Manning was going thru some of the gear they would be needing, looking for trouble issues. All of the dive gear was high tech & mostly classified, so as not to be available to the general diving public. Their wrist computers were custom made VRs, & the four CCRBs were state-of-the-art inspiration modules not available on the open markets. Everything was strickly military issued & assigned to specific dive team members-!
To be continued............>
The Vars_Schmicken had been anchored tight to both ends of the 'Otter Island' & Manning was down with the first two dive teams approaching the twisted hull of the immense freighter. Surface water temperature stayed at 58F. while below the last thermocline at a depth of 235', the water temperature was right at 37 degrees F.-! The giant ship lay at a 30 degree pitch, with its helm hanging over Superior's 1400' abyss-! The water was clear with a dark green tint to it, which is normal for Lake Superior. They're HIDs shown brightly as they swam towards the wheel house, & several 55 gal drums lay against the freighters rails, as though tossed by mechanical loaders. The words 'Cyber-Kinetics' were painted on the sides of each drum-? Manning motioned to his 'wingman' to follow him into the wheel house. As they swam towards the doorway, something lay flush against the large view window. Their bright lights revealed a large hand grasping for something to hold onto, and yet it didn't seem to move. Thru the doorway now, & they discovered a shambles of the on board radio & computerized guidence equipment used for today's large vessels. The hand belonged to Capt. O'Leary, and his eyes were wide open & his deep black gaze were scary to say the least. A small lake Salmon swam from his lips as if to greet the seals teams. His skin was a chalky white, but otherwise completely preserved from Superior's cold water environment. His captain's uniform seemed clean & pressed for the occasion-! Manning & his dving partner were making comments to each other thru their VOX boxes in their CCRBs: "Hell of a place to take a nap, huh, Capt."-! Mannng nodded, & then they took some photos for grins to bring upstairs, for everyone to look at. The other dive team had made their way towards the stern, where they had discovered more bodies, & several hundred drums from Cyber-Kinetics still strapped together, except for two, which had been pierced & broken open from the storms wrath. They kept their distance from these two, & relayed the information to manning via VOX. "Good work, Ritter". "Take some photos, & we'll compare notes upstairs, where its nice & comfy-!" Momentarily the two teams headed for the ascent lines to begin their decos.
to be continued......>
Both crews>Gundy's & Manning's sat around the Vars_Schmicken elaborate galley, gulping down the cookie's grand fixens of freshly caught lake trout cooked in Norge style of beer batter & home made Canadian bacon. The Vodka, Rum & Hamms beer flowed freely amongst the men, as they made plans to raise the four hundred drums of T20 from the dek of the Otter Island. Manning wanted to use military issued 1000 pound lift bags to raise the bulk of the drums, but Capt. Gundershon was against this for he feared the possibilty of a 'loose bag' w\weight blowing to the surface in an un-controlled ascent-? He wanted to use the ship's on-board trolly-hoist to bring up the drums. He argued & was adament about his crew's safety. So, they argued back & forth for hours as to which method would be better.
'Gundy' made reference to the 'Cayuga', a salvage vessel laying on the bottom of Lake Michigan, below the 'Mack' bridge, while her divers attempted a similar lift bag retrieval some years back. A bag broke loose & jettisoned to the surface with it's recovered goods & struck the hull of the Cayuga with such force, that it knocked a hole in the side of the ship, & then it sank, where it rests today in 180' of water on top of the other ship it was diving on-! Manning sat back, & then argued that his Seal teams were experts with lift bag recovery technicques & that it would cut the recovery time in half. Gundy sat there toking on his pipe, when a he blew out a large smoke ring, which seemed to hang over their table: "I don't like the ideas of using lift bags, Captain-!" "This vessel is my responsibility, and therefore my decisions are final, do you understand, sir"-? Manning sat there glowering in his food & beer, while the others seemed to side with Gundershon. "Well, have it your way Capt., we'll comply with your wishes'-! & that was that...........tomorrow they would assign rigging & haul teams to begin the recovery.
To be continued-!
Ritter & two Seal teams were on dek of the 'Otter Island' swimming some 237' below the Vars_Schmicken, attaching three inch harness riggings around the first 30 drums of D2'O to be raised topside, where Manning was over-seeing the operations on computer. Their video feed was in HD & he may very well have been down there with them-! The two cans that were leaking contament had been welded shut, & were no longer a threat to Superior's waters. Ritter yanked twice on the hook & then yelled out thru his VOX: "Bring em up"-!. Capt. Gundy pucnched the hoist's 'lift' control & two mitey diesels began rolling up the cables to the heavy load from below.
The divers were awestruck at seeing their handi-work slowly rise off the ship's dek. They would complete two more loads to the surface, before their shift was over. Then Manning would take the next two teams down for three more bundles of 30 drums. There were a total of 360 drums to be brought up, & this meant shift work for the dive teams. No more than three loads during a shift. They were diving re-breathers w\mixed gases, & that would require substantial deco times near the surface. Lake Superior's water stays constan @ 37 degrees F. once below 120'-! Each load takes some 20 minutes to secure & send up. The Vars carrys two hoists with rotating harness riggings. On average it takes some 10 minutes to lower each rigging & 15 minutes to raise each load. The on-board Hyperbaric chamber would help greatly. Saturation planning is not feasable in this cold water.
Luraville: Narco sat in the company's board room where officers from the DEP, FAA-NTSB & the FBI were discussing the ramifications of the current situations. It seemed evident that Cyber-Kinetics was about something far more serious than anyone thought.
to be continued..............>
Passage Island:
Manning & four other Seal team divers were finishing the last load of drums from the deck of the Otter Island, when it happened...........>A dark shadow had come from nowhere & struck Manning's wrist like a reef shark hitting a surfer's foot, & with the same intensity. Manning screamed in agony as he tried to shake the thing loose, and then it took off, with his hand in it's teeth....grinning-! Soon as he'd blacked out, one of the other divers had raced to his side, yelling through his VOX for a emergency ascent. Gundy was immediatly on the ship's Marine radio requesting a heli-vac to the nearest ER. The giant Musky was by now gone with Manning's hand & the expensive Rolex along with it-! Two Seals had bungied their commander's arm, & were just breaking Surperior's surface when a USCG chopper landed softly on the landing pad of the big ship. The nearest hospital was a twenty minute flite to Eagle River, MI.. Ritter ordered the other two Seals back up to the surface for de-briefing,. They would complete their mission on another day.
to be continued.............>
Narco Adventures will continue-!
je 8)
Oct. 18, 2006 04:30am
Seas are calm_Air temp: 45F degrees
A small, non-descript 27' diesel powered fishing boat left the quiet Superior waters of the Red Cliff Indian reservation heading in a north-easterly direction. A crew of 7 were aboard the vessel, and 'no-name' was painted in red bold letters across the stern. Several sets of OW banded doubles were also on board, as were four complete SCUBA kits, along with brand new dry suits. No one knew where they were headed, & none of their family members would talk about their adventures anyways. One thing was for sure, they would be gone for several days, and they were hoping that the weather would hold up for them. They had embarked on what they hoped would bring everyone much needed revenue for the on-coming winter months. Choko was piloting the vessel, and knew Superiors waters better than anyone else on the Great Lakes. He would allow no harm to come to any of his brothers or sisters-!
to be continued...............
Gundy' had tied the 'Vars_Smichken' fast to her moorings in port three weeks ago, after the Seal's commander was admitted to Eagle River's hospital for his serious diving accident. Manning was well on his way to recovery, except now he would be showcasing a 'new' computerized, anatomically corrected, left hand-! "The million dollar Diver" eh-!
Still he was rabid, that he had lost his Rolex to a dang fish-! It could have been fatal-! Like a CNS 'hit' or worse-! Fifty sealed drums of D2O still remained on the aft deck of the Otter Island, 237' below the surface of Lake Superior & our brilliant Administrators still haven't decided what to do about that-! The rest of the cargo remains lashed on board of the Vars in port.
Wellington, Co.
17:00pm mil.
Narco read quietly inside his high mountain retreat, about the Vars mission, & of Capt. Mannings near disaster. Narco couldn't help but wonder what would be next-? Where were the sealed drums of heavy water destined for->and for what purposes-? With NK's threats in the north China seas, & Iran's distant ranting of their atomic prowess, anything is possible-! He could only guess at this time, where the 'cans' were going to be auctioned off-! Then there was the new activity over on Lake Superior that he wasn't even aware of-! Indians, with technical dive gear......... "What the hell"-?
:twisted:
To be continued....................>
No Name had drifted silently into the quiet waters of Rock Harbour; A secluded & well protected section of Isle Royale National Park. Choko & his crew had followed the enormus Muskee into Rock Harbour with side-scanning sonar & the Seal Commander’s Rolex shown brilliantely on the ships radar screen-! Valued at well over twenty thousand dollars, this was Choko’s objective. They wanted to trap the big fish alive, & had brought enough netting to seal off the entrance to the harbour. The park rangers had left for the day, after checking their story of diving for photos on the surrounding ships that lay at depth in various locations around the island.
At 1:00am they checked on their fish again, & then began setting their nets across the mouth of the harbour. Depths average between 15’ to 75’ feet thru-out the channel, and presented little trouble for the scuba savy Indians-! Choko called his big fish....’Groucho’, & everyone on board laughed at the name fit for the ‘one’ that ‘stole’ our commanders hand-!
To be continued-!
Their net stretched across the entire width of Rock Harbour's bay, & four divers were swimming from the shallow end of the run towards the net. Two divers were near the surface some 25' in front of the others, banging small ball pean hammers against the sides of their tanks, causing the giant fish to scurry towards the nets. Choko remained on board 'No-name with a bang stick just in case Groucho gave them any trouble. They had a large net lowered near the star-board sides of the boat in order to capture the Muskee, where he would be carefully brought aboard. Of course, they would still have to gut the belly of the fish to retrieve Cmdr. Mannings Rolex. One could only guess that they wanted to play with the dang thing before they slaughtered it-! The two surface divers spotted Groucho in about 25' of water & motioned to the others to form a wide line in which to force it to towards the boat. Groucho suddenly dropped into deeper water, and the four deep divers were on him. Grouch swam for his life-! After all he had been swimming around Superior's waters for some 30 years-! Mostly black & yellow on top with a fat white belly, weighing in maybe 125 pounds or more. Grouch was sleek as he was fast in the water & few human swimmers were a match for his speedl-! Two divers came up fast on him & poked him in the belly. Groucho spurt to the surface, breaching the white caps like a killer whale. Choko reached over with his net & tossed it over the fish. The muskee tried in vain to drop back down deep, but it was over. The two dive teams snared the net & motioned for Choko to raise the net. Groucho almost ripped the net apart, but the Chippawa tribes were too much for him. Now Groucho was theirs-!
to be continued
Loud C+W music eminated from within the bar's smoke filled lounge, as some two or three hundred patrons partied for the coming week end. One in particular was raising all kinds of hell: Henry, from the Red Cliff tribe over on Superior's west shore was seemingly looking for a fight. A big Chipawa at over 6'4" & some 260+ lbs, he was no one to mess with. He was brandishing a newly purchased diver's watch, & was bragging of Groucho's lunch-! One local cowboy called him a fat-bellied indian liar, & then it was on: In no time, Henry wailed into the cowboy's face, & immediately broke his nose, with blood spattering all over the place. The crowd yelled for even more blood, as Henry again slammed the cowboy over a table, cracking the guys head wide open-! Then again, kicking the guy in his groin, & the cowboy doubled up with pain-! "Don't ever bad-mouth our tribes again ********" Henry said, & then left the bar, smiling. One proud diver-!
to be continued.........
Narco sat motionless inside his executive office at NIUT’s main facility in Luraville, gazing out over the quiet waters of the Swaunee River. A pair of Bald Eagles flew gracefully some 100’ over the river’s surface in search of food. An occasional “screech” broke the moment’s stillness, as the large birds seemed to be communicating with each other. This had been a long & trying year for Narco & company, & he was reflecting over the past events: The two thugs who were hell-bent for leather trying to steal the company’s valuable chopper, & their seemingly dumb escapades through-out north Florida & Georgia. He wondered where they were now, for surely they were up to no good-! Then there was the bogus stone quarry operation over in McAlpin. Still going strong, & nothing has been proven against them officially yet. Hundreds of gallons of D20 had been shipped north, & then ended up on the bottom of Lake Superior, where a salvage crew had recovered most of them. {Now in dry dock up in Thunder Bay, Ont.. Something definitely illegal going on with that} Then there were the land & spring access issues, which caused all kinds of political up-roars with the locals. I.E.: Walmart’s plans to build a super ‘box’ store directly over one of Florida’s most valued cave systems-! Then his own secretary’s ‘get-rich’ quick plan by spiking cartons of yogurt with booze & then shipping them off to her ‘beaus’ in Washington-! Or Mother Pfflugger’s vendetta toward destroying Narco & his dive buddies-! Good Grief-! What next he thought, & then suddenly both eagles folded their wings & dropped into the water.......20 seconds passed, & they both emerged holding large stripped bass in their claws-! Christmas dinner was close at hand-!
Narco smiled, for he had the best view of anyone around. This then were his precious treasures. He thought to himself: 'A window to Nature’s best right from his office'-!
Merry Christmas everyone-!
Local news reported several drums of un-disclosed contents have been stolen from the dek of the Vars_Schmicken over the past week end. The offices of the CMP have no further information at this time-!
Can. a\p
Re-cap:
1: The Vars_Schmicken had been anchored where Gundy' had tied her in port ten weeks ago
2: Ritter & two Seal teams were on dek of the 'Otter Island' swimming some 237' below the Vars_Schmicken, attaching three inch harness riggings around the first 30 drums of D2'O to be raised topside
3: Luraville: Narco sat in the company's board room where officers from the DEP, FAA-NTSB & the FBI were discussing the ramifications of the current situations. It seemed evident that Cyber-Kinetics was about something far more serious than anyone thought.
The small group of five Russian visitors had been drinking heavy & sitting around for hours, minding their own business, when Sam had asked them why they were there: They replied with their thick accents that they were there to pick up a shipment being transportated from Thunder Bay, and take it back to Koryak province for industrial studies. This meant nothing to Sam, so he just said ok, & asked the men if they wanted another round of Canada's version of 'Black Russian's - 8) ........They nodded & then Sam got Busy. Meanwhile, a tractor-trailer with non-descript markings made its way across the frozen north highways from Thunder Bay. The driver had been paid triple his normal mileage rates, & all he had to do was to deliver the goods on board, to a Russian plane sitting on the tarmac in Yellowknife....No questions asked-! His manifest stated that his goods were soluable, and that was good enough for any inspections underway. It was at least a 4 day trip, so he was not in a big hurry, but rather a cautious & safe trip. He had been given his contact's cell #, & they knew about when to expect him. He was to call them at 6:30pm each evening to inform them of his progress. So the russians drank, played cards, slept & gorged themselves full of local restaurant foods, while they waited for their valuable shipment.
More...............
The LH driver was just past Kakisa on CA Hwy 1, approaching the -Y- junctions with Hwy 3 when he overheard his CB's squak-box: "Ok boys, I want three cars parked just outside the city limits of Edzo, with 'throw'stiks' if necessary. This guy is not getting past our inspection"-! Sgt. Tom Rogers made his commands loud & clear......The Canadian Mounted Police were to stop this rig at any cost-!
The driver had heard this broadcast, & was on his mobile phone to the Russians in Yellowknife. Validimar told him not to worry, that they will take care of the problem. The driver asked if they wanted him to delay his trip-? Validmar told him to pull off the roadway for a few hours. Just past the Y junction he spotted a fuel stop & diner, where he pulled off the highway.
The russians meanwhile were on their phones to find an available chopper for hire. This didn't look good..........Only heavy ordinance would break up the CMP road block-!
to be continued...........
http://www.fnal.gov/
BATAVIA, Illinois - Scientists of the CDF collaboration at the Department of Energy's Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory announced today (January 8, 2007) the world's most precise measurement by a single experiment of the mass of the W boson, the carrier of the weak nuclear force and a key parameter of the Standard Model of particles and forces. The new W-mass value leads to an estimate for the mass of the yet-undiscovered Higgs boson that is lighter than previously predicted, in principle making observation of this elusive particle more likely by experiments at the Tevatron particle collider at Fermilab.
Two dark figures slipped behind the guard shack at the entrance to the nations NAL {National Accelerator Labs} and then hurried across the grounds towards the rear door of the facilities lunch room. Their clothing similar to a Ninja's outfit, they were nearly undetectable. No words were spoken between them, as they made their way past the darkened kitchen & on towards one of the freight elevators. They had been paid an un-told amount of funds, to acquire the latest tech off of the lab's experimental science projects. Their plan was to find the research computer, & then download what data they could to a laptop that they had with them. Hired by unknowns, they knew only where to drop their information. They had gotten into a lot of trouble down in north Florida & Georgia last year, & if caught with this operation, it would be the end for them-!
to be continued..............!
2:00am
Deep into the interior of Russia's cold environments, three Physcists were conducting undisclosed tests of Heavy Water's response to HS nuclear particles-! Their lab was well hidden, & heavily protected to prevent any outside interference. Adjacent to the testing lab, was a large DSV {Deep Space Vehicle}facility, where solid fuels & launch vehicles were being developed. The three scientists were waiting on a packet being procurred from overseas, which would allow them to further their nuclear developments-!
Edzo, NT:
18:00pm mil:
Sgt. Tom Rogers {RCMP}waited with his three other Pursuit vehicles, for what seemed like hours, and still no tractor in sight. Out of no-where a chopper appeared overhead, & the officers couldn't quite grasp who it belonged to, or their purpose. In a split second, three WASPs {rockets}were fired from the chopper, directly at them..........they ran for cover from their squad cars, as the rockest splintered their SUVs to pieces. Rogers was immediately on his hand held to HQ, requesting back-up, & then the chopper was gone-? None of his men were harmed, as neither was he. He simply couldn't understand where the chopper came from, but he was beginning to understand the reasoning behind the attack-!
Batavia, Ill the Fermilab
5:00am inside the computer labs:
Zon & Saul had found the research server, & copied most of the latest findings from the facility's recent studies on the Tevatron particle tests, including the results of the latest developments with the Higgs Boson-! They were soon out of the building, past the guard shack, & running fast thru some secluded brush & trees towards their parked vehicle. Quiet, & no-one else near, it was an easy mark for the two 'baddies' from Florida. Soon they would be rich beyond belief-! {or so they thought-:)-!}
to be continued..............
Cyber Kinetics.....McAlpin, Fla. North Florida Quarry Operations.
5:48pm...................>This just in: A research facility structure at the North Florida Stone Quarry's company was reportedly destroyed by an unknown explosion earlier this afternoon. No loss of life was reported, but extensive damage to the structure evidently leveled the building-! :flame An enormous compression type cloud appeared for nearly 30 minutes above the explosion, suggesting a immenent experiment gone awry-!
FB, AP
Soft music filtered thru Narco's inner office as he continued studying current affairs:
'In Beijing, an international consortium of physicists released the first detailed design of what they believe will be the Next Big Thing in physics: a machine 20 miles long that will slam together electrons and their evil-twin opposites, positrons, to produce fireballs of energy recreating conditions when the universe was only a trillionth of a second old'.
With this wire release, he was beginning to realize what the stone quarry operation over in McAlpin was really about...he read further:
'The committee priced three sites: near CERN in Switzerland, at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, Ill., and in the mountains of Japan, and found that so-called site-specific costs, like digging tunnels and shafts and supplying water and electricity, were nearly the same in each case, about $1.8 billion'.
The D2O {Heavy Water}being transported out of the country now began to make some sense. Narco read further into the paper's release:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/09/science/space/09collider.html?_r=1&n=Top%2fReference%2fTimes%20Topics%2fPeople%2fO%2f Overbye%2c%20Dennis&oref=slogin
He had been informed of the data theft in Batavia last month by Zon & Saul, & now understood what they were up to-! The materials theft from the Vars_Schmicken up in Thunder Bay, also began to make sense. The last thing he heard was that several Canadian Mounties implementing a road block near Edzo, NT,were attacked by Russians in a private helicopter, allowing a tractor-trailer driver to deliver his load to an un-marked Aircraft on the tarmac in Yellowknife. It was believed that the driver had 200 stolen drums of D2O on board-! There were high monies at stake here, & the two criminals were still loose....again-! If Russia was up to something, then China may be parlaying information with them-? Good God, what was next-? Narco was now on his private Sat-com with Washington to put his thoughts on the subject to the appropriate authority-!
To be continued-!
Due to several recent diving incidents over the past few weeks, I thought it prudent not to update current events on this story/fantasy. I would like to thank everyone who has diligently followed this sometimes ridiculous, or hilarous, or outragious story line. Then again it is only conceived from one's imagination, & any real happenings are coincidental at best-!
The Narco adventures have been formatted in such a way, that it may be edited to a screen play, or television drama series. Such is the whole idea behind it. There is somewhat of an ending in mind, but, that has yet to be determined So, with this being said, I'll wish everyone safe diving, & stay tuned for more adventures-!
je 8)
A lone, dark pick-up sped over the rise on Fla Hwy 129 towards the driver's pre-determined mark just north of Little River. Moonlight flashed something bright from the driver's right arm, as he grimaced with pain from an old injury. Shireman had made up his mind, & tonight will end the bad dreams he'd been having for several years now. Certainly, this will end his vengence against her, & she would never wreck anybody's life again-!
03:15am mil.
Theresa Pfflugger sat stiffley in her plush contol center, as she studied a three dimensional air traffic grid from her leather manager's chair. She stroked her beloved cat, 'Smuckers', a Russsian Blue, that was given to her by the local sheriff over in Live Oak, as a token for her services-! Soft music played in the background, while she watched the stars over-head, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hand. She seemed content, & not worrying about Narco & his band of rowdies over in Luraville. She took a 2nd sip from her coffee cup, when she thought she heard a motor from off in the distance, past her property. Kind of late for road traffic in these parts, she thought:
to be continued............... :?:
Shireman suddenly spun his steering wheel to the right, & the pick-up rattled loudly going across Theresa's cattle guard on the edge of her property. She heard this also, & bolted for her newly acquired AK-! Smuckers protested with a loud 'Meooooooow' & leaped from her lap. Shireman cut his lights off & then the truck's motor, letting it drift to a quiet stop in the field, some 400 yards from the main house. Theresa sat back down, with all of the lights turned off, trying to hear anything that moved off in the distant. .......Nothing-! Maybe she imagined the truck rolling across her cattle grid, she wasn't sure, because she had spiked her coffee with some booze, to help her relax. She lit a cigerette, & waited, straining her ears for any noises. She watched Smuckers movements as well, for certainly the cat would reveal anything that moved nearby-! The silence was deafening-!
...........to be continued :!:
Shireman sat motionless in his pick-up, in a obscure corner of Of Pfflugger's property. It had been some twenty-five years since their encounter . They both were working in a meat packing plant up in Kentucky, when she had wacked his right hand off with a meat clever for acousting her in the freezer. She had him put away for his freaky habits & he in turn lost both his right hand, & his family. Last week he had been released from KY's state prison, & he had borrowed his brother's truck to take a fishing trip to Florida. What he hadn't thought about was the fact that he had violated his parole office in so doing-! It wouldn't be long, before authorities would be after him. For now, only retalliation for Mother Pfflugger's deed was all that he thought about........She was about to learn what fear is really about- :!:
More.................>
3:45am
Theresa sat in front of her computer grid, with Smuckers purring on her lap, when the cat suddenly looked out thru the front window her ears twitching for tell-tale noises. Pfflugger pressed a remote on her desk, & then the music stopped. Abrupltly, she got up from her easy chair, & walked carefully towards the breaker box on the back wall, where a separate large rheostat dial was mounted next to it. She twisted the dial past what was marked 15000v, & instantley a muted, high pitched electrical buzzing could be heard outside. What her attacker wouldn't know is that an electronic security system lay buried beneath the ground outside, surrounding her home & office. Not un-like the electronic pet systems that some home owners have to keep their animals from straying-! She walked back to her control center, & sat back down, with Smuckers immediatley leaping back into her lap. She took the safety off of her Ak-47, feeling confident from keeping any intruder getting to her. The cat meowed with a "Rrrroooooowwwww" & then purred some more-!
continuing...............>
Before Dawn:
The door made a slight squeak as Shireman exited his truck, & this didn't go un-noticed either-! Smuckers saw & heard it, & Mother Pfflugger saw her cat's flinch. Both remained tense with the un-known-! Hook walked carefully across the field, and spooked a small animal, which gave out a high-pitched shriek. Dang, he thought, didn't expect that. He was some 15 meters from Pfflugger's security fence, when he heard the electic buzzing from the current flowing over the ground. He turned, & walked back to his truck, to retrieve a blanket of sorts to throw over the electric fence. More careful now with his footsteps, so as not to shake anymore creatures from their sleep, he grabbed the blanket, & headed back towards the big house in the distance. The cat, & Pfflugger remained keenly alert. Shireman made it to the perimeter of the security ring, & then threw the blanket over to what he thought would give him a fare protection from the 15,000 volts of current flowing threw the ground. His right appendage shown brightly in the moonlight, & Theresa thought she saw something flash in the distance beyond her front yard. Smuckers saw it too, & growled with a deep objection-! Hook, forgot to camoulfage his right hand {Chrome plated steel hook}and was too busy planning his attack to think about it. All he could think about was to 'off' the 'ole bag', and then get the hell out of Dodge-! Little did he know what he would be up against-!
Continueing..................
'Hook' was quietly making his way past the invisible electric fence, when he brushed up against something warm & soft, not aware that she had livestock roaming about her property. Instantley, Humbre, Theresa's pet Mexican Donkey let out a bellowing "heeeeeee_Hawwwww" and then nailed Shireman right between his buttocks' with his hoofs- :lol: Hook went flying, screaming bloody murder, & then he landed face down in a soggy wet pile of dung, writhing in pain-! Pfflugger jumped from her chair & ran for the front door, with her AK in her hands. She heard the commotion outside, & was ready to open fire in Hooks direction. Then she saw him get up & beat feet for his truck, while holding his genitalia at the same time. She paused, & then decided to call 911. Shireman leaped into his truck, started it, & then sped away, yelling obsceneities as he drove over the cattle guard. Pfflugger would be waiting for the local Sheriff's deputys to arrive, still not sure what this was all about- :?:
Continuing....................
Dan Thoms
04-08-2007, 11:11 AM
hiya--- no cliff hangers right??
very funny,
:lol:
thanks
Dan
A soft breeze blew across the top of the high loft, ruffling Barney's
feathers, as he lay dreaming of soaring high above the land below. Last year at this time there had been two newborns of Barney's parents which had long been gone away on their own. As the sun began to come up Barney felt a disturbance in the nest. He then stood up & was immediately pummeled by Mama. Almost falling over the side, Barney was again smacked by Mama. This time he dropped over the side & fell some 20 feet before extending his massive wings. Suprised by his ability to fly, Barney caught himself & soared for several minutes while both parents flew over-head watching his progress. Over the big river now, a large blue hole boiled over the center of a nearby spring run-off. All three Eagles flew close to each other, & Barney was totally amazed by his newly discovered abilities-! Un-aware that an enormus Tsunami, some 100' high was forming thousands of miles away to the northwest off the coast of Koryak in the Bering Sea & now was moving fast across the northern seas towards the outer islands of Unalaska-! A huge explosion inland had triggered a subterranean anomaly which was to disturb the upper atmosphere & jet streams as well as possibly creating drastic changes in our weather. NOAA had already picked up up on this & had issued emergency warnings to the various quick response stations in the northern territories. NORAD documented a class Seven explosion from inland Russia & assumed that an underground Nuke had been exploded-! If this wave reaches speed most of Unalaska may soon cease to exist-!
Narco sat in his inner office watching the three Eagles when his Sat-phone rang: "Capt., we may have a problem" !
Capt. S. Narco
06-08-2007, 07:17 PM
Hey ! JE-are you sleeping in there or what ? Come on man, you started something here with my name attached to it; We want to know what happens next-!
S. Narco
Chill out Captain-! I'll get around to it when I'm ready. Go have a beer or something.
8) je
Capt. S. Narco
06-15-2007, 10:28 AM
Narco Adventures will continue-!
je 8)
When-? :roll:
C. Narco
{In development}Chemofski Harbour {03:00am}A monsterous Alaskan Brown Bear had been slashing wildly at the 'Sockeyes' attempting to swim upstream against the fast current when the first wave hit, almost knocking the 800 pound bear off her feet. Suddenly, the tide retreated, & Slewfoot now had zillions of fresh salmon to bag. She lunged crazily at them, tossing them, three or four at a time up towards her two cubs. They jumped around like a couple of kids playing in the river. Far out from the secluded harbour, a keen eye would see a white horizen line high above the ocean. It seemed to be traveling at an immense speed towards the small harbour. At sea, a Captain's distress signal sounded, & a radio operator had picked up their signal from nearby Chemofski Harbour Airport: "Mayday-Mayday....This is the USCG cutter ________________& we are taking on water"-! The distress signal suddenly stopped-!
Several years ago Slewfoot had caught her right front paw in a trap, badly mangleing her paw to the point of almost looseing it. Since then, she was known for her raids on the garbage dumps. When she ran, it would be with a pronounced sloughing or slewing as it was called. Thus the name 'Slewfoot'. One of her cubs had actually snagged one visitor's leg while watching them in the dumps. {to wit....this really happened}
The second wave raced across the ocean's surface at over 100mph & was at least that high as it approached the harbour. It slammed thru the harbour destroying everything in it's path, tossing 65' fishing vessels into the air as though they were bobbers-! Then it slammed into Slewfoot & her cubs, & they never knew what hit them. All you could hear was the roar of the water breaking things on the beach, & then timber being broken down like tooth picks. The three bears were thrown hundreds of feet in-land, as they lay dazed, not sure what happened to them. The coast guard cutter had been severly damaged, but still floated some distance off shore. The water receeded until the harbour was almost dry, when the third wave came in-! This time at twice the previous destructive power, & twice as high. Now, everything was truly destroyed, & nothing remained, except high water & the tops of pine trees swaying in the surf. The bears were swimming far inland towards high ground. The local FBO had 10 feet of water surrounding the facility, & small aircraft floated like toys in a bath tub. The Tsunumi had destroyed the very exixtence of this small harbour community & no-one knew where it came from-!
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The explosion had enormous environmental consequences & the surroundingl lands suffered terriblely from it. Most all flora & fauna were destroyed as well as several hundred local residents who inhabited their farm lands nearby. The core rods had over-heated at the research facility & in turn a massive melt down occured causing the experimental Higgs Boson-particles to explode to the equivalent of 15 underground H-bombs. That in turn splined the continental plates thousands of feet underground & beneath the ocean floors, there-by creating the massive Tsunami, which in turn raced across the north Alaskan seas & finally destroying property & wild life on our own shores-! There was nothing left of the Russian nuclear research station, & our own sats had recorded large areas of tremendous heat signatures thru-out Koryak Province.
Narco was in his Luraville offices with Snorkle & a few authorities from HS & were discussing the quarry operations over in McAlpin when his phone rang:
"Sir, we have positive proof of McAlpin's fluids development & processing in relation with the Russian research station-!" Narco looked up at the HS officers & relayed the information from his local contact here in North Florida. "What would you fellows like to do with this now-?" They looked at each other carefully, & then said: "We'll act on it"-! With that, they shook hands, & Narco walked them outside to their waiting government chopper. He couldn't help wonder what they would have in mind-?
Continuing....................>
3:00am-pre dawn on Monday morning:
NIUT faciliaties/Luraville
Two darkly clad figures slithered along the rear outside walls of Narco's offices, looking for an easy way inside. They moved quietly & one of them carryed a small back pak filled with locksmith tools. Zon almost stepped on it, but Saul warned him that a 'wire' may lay hidden beneath the grass. Small cameras were hidden under the eaves of the roof & were recording their movements. Spotting them, Saul pulled out a small pellet gun & shot the dcvr camera lenses out. Zon motioned to a utilities power box, & they both worked their way over to it. Cutting the security cable & prying the breaker box open was easy, but what they didn't expect to see was the keypad inside. They pondered a solution: Saul pulled out a digitally enhanced tech's Ipod held it close to the key pads display & immediately dis-armed the powwerr supply. Everything inside went black, as they moved towards one of the rear facilities doors. They pulled on the handle, & not suprising it opened. The door locks were also electro-magnetically locked. Zon flipped is mini hand lite on, as they looked for Narco's office. A couple of emergency lamps dimly lit the hallway as they searched for his operations room. What they didn't think about was that they were tracking mud inside with their shoes-! Saul spotted it first: A large, solid oak door with Capt. in bold letters fixed to it. He twisted the door knob, & it opened with a squeak. They stopped for a minute, nothing.........& then entered-!
Inside they couldn't believe what they were seeing:
to be continued....................
Theresa sat quietly reading a book next to her work station when a loud 'blip' on her radar monitor alerted her to an aircraft leaving the tarmac at 24J in Live Oak. At 3:30am in the morning, something was up-? The her police scanner went off as well: "Attention-! All units lights only to NIUT in Luraville" "robbery in progress"-! What the hell is going on, she thought. Then she realized that the aircraft belonged to Narco, & was most likely their chopper. Damm-! What next-?
Inside Narco's office, the two Uloofs were 'star struck' with the amount of technical computer equipment running inside from a remote generator. Row upon row of digital switchers, key boards & monitors were lit up like a NASA control center. A 72" HD Plasma display screen took up one entire wall-! The servers themselves were locked inside a 7' lexan security Cabinet. Muffled electronic noise could be heard thru-out the room, as though it were in itself the sole controller-!
FHP had dispatched several patrol units down Hwy 51 towards Luraville, as well as notifying the Layfayette, Marion, Alachua & Gilcrest County Sheriff's offices of the break in. By now, numerous squad cars raced from all directions towards the secluded corporated venture that was NIUT's head quarters. The two idiots inside never thought about a possible hidden silent alarm system, triggered by the main frame's web cam-!
Contiuning................>
Inside Narco's office, the two Uloofs were 'star struck' with the amount of technical computer equipment running inside from a remote generator. Row upon row of digital switchers, key boards & monitors were lit up like a NASA control center. A 72" HD Plasma display screen took up one entire wall-! The servers themselves were locked inside a 7' lexan security Cabinet. Muffled electronic noise could be heard thru-out the room, as though it were in itself the sole controller-!
In an instant, the 4" steel plated door of Narco's office slammed shut & locked. Zon ran for the door knob, but it was too late. They were both locked inside the office...Trapped-! No way out-! Saul opend fire on the door with his Uzi with little or no effect. They were in shock-! & in panic mode-! Over a loud speaker they heard Narco's voice: "You two have reached the end of your ropes_! In 5 minutes, authorities will be inside to either arrest both of you, or kill you_! Your choice-!"
The silence was deafening as Zon & Saul contempleted their choices given to them.
:smt014
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Seven black SUVs screeched onto the driveway of NIUT in Luraville, their Mariners flashing & sirens blaring, with the two thugs still trapped inside Narco's office. Narco & Snorkle were approaching overhead in the Panda when suddenly a loud warning button came on inside the cockpit.
Two minutes earlier Pflugger had flicked a 'Kill' button with her thumb & launched a YMGM-157B towards Narco's Panda. It was now homing in on their chopper. Both Narco & Snorkle jerked on red 'ejection' levers alongside their seats & the Panda's Lexan cap blew off-! Seconds later they were launched some 500' straight up. Then the missle struck..:flame....>destroying what was Snorkle's baby-! Narco swore: "Damm it"-! Snorkle swore: "She's dead"-:!:
Then they both floated lazly to the ground.
.............>Continuing
A work in progress: :minigun: :smt007 :smt030 :smt024 :smt068 Zon looked over at Saul & then shrugged: "What now Boss"-? They both eyed the ceiling tiles overhead: Soon the Feds & local cops would be inside, they would have to act quickly. Saul stacked a chair on a nearby desk, & then pushed the ceiling tile to one side, at the same time hoisting himself upwards & inside the hanging tile tresses........He yelled at Zon: " Let's go" & then Zon swiftly climbed the chair & swung himself up into the tresses while knocking the chair off the desktop in doing so. They carefully slid the tile back into place & began easing themselves towards a vent in the far side of the ceiling. Narco was pissed at Pfflugger, & she would be delt with later after this assult was over-! The Feds banged on Narco's office door, yelling at the cons to show themselves or else-! Narco & Snorkle raced across the front lawn towards the doors, while the Feds busted thru them, their weapons ready to destroy the two perps-! Saul looked at Zon, grimaced, & then they both kicked the 36" blower fan assembly out of its frame. 30 yds away, parked underneath a large Live Oak tree was their getaway car. They both leaped to the ground & ran for their vehicle.
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Saul & Zon never saw the two K-9 running from the front of the complex at right angles to them, and were both hit simultaneously from behind. The dog's angry teeth clamped onto the Con's ankles & shaking vigorously.......They were both on the ground, with the Feds, Narco & Snorkle running across the yard towards them. The Feds were laughing: "You two guys run like a couple of old women, who just 'hit' a Flea Market"! For someone who created an international dilemma, you sure don't fit your descriptions-! Narco stared at them: "For a nickel, I would rip your heads clean off from your ugly necks"-! Then Snorkle chimed in: "Let me at em Boss".......I'll beat them to a pulp & then let the dogs finish em"-! :smt068
The Fed agents in charge told their crew to cuff them, & take them back to Jacksonville for arraignment, after which they'll be transported to Fairfax, VA where they'll be assigned to a 'Super-Max' detainment facility. Zon, in a lot of pain from the dog bites, snipped back at everyone: "Screw you cops, we'll be out before your grandmother sneezes"-!
Well, for the most part, the only damages at NIUT was Snorkle's destroyed Chopper, & some broken ceiling tiles in his office. They will still have to go after Mother Pfflugger for her involvement here in shooting down the Panda...........But that will come at a later time-!
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