Ryan ("Cross") Winters [US Military] (pro_patria) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2009-05-30 00:40:00 |
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Current mood: | desperate |
Entry tags: | biological warfare, us military |
The distance to your home fades away to nowhere; how much are you worth?
Who: Biological Warfare (breathedeeply) and US Military (pro_patria)
What: Afternoon casual meeting about the not-so-casual topic of anthrax.
Where: An ordinary, nameless diner
When: September 27, 2001
Warnings: None.
1412 hours. September 27, 2001. Thursday.
16 days. 5 hours. 26 minutes. 49 seconds and counting, since the first plane had crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
Weather: Fine. Cloudy. Light showers forecast for early evening.
Heavy. Dark. Ominous. Looming.
Such was the feeling of anxiety in the air, drastically contrasted against the afternoon Sun pouring down from the blue skies. Like everyone else, US Military was still trying to cope with the losses. It felt like a complete failure on his part - what use was a military who couldn't protect its country and save its people? - and, more than ever, he found his existence to be meaningless. He wanted to talk to National Security but no doubt he, too, would have... a lot to deal with.
One week after the attacks, the 'anthrax scare' had begun. US Military wasn't going to fail a second time - he was waiting for Biological Warfare, who was 12 minutes late and counting - and his leg was shaking under the table in anticipation and agitation. Every second that passed that the god didn't show up made Ryan feel even more nervous.
It might not really be his domain, and he might not even know what the frak this anthrax is or what it's made of, but he needed to be in the know about the situation and the circumstances. He needed to know what he could dp to help. He needed to know if this was a second wave of attacks on the American people from Al Qaeda, or if it was something or someone else.
He just needed to know something. He needed to be in a position to be able to assist. He needed to fulfill the purpose behind his creation - if he couldn't serve his country, his existence meant absolutely nothing.
(( Sorry this is so late x_x ))