Hey all, how’ve you been doing?
Been a while since I checked in so I thought I’d post an update out into the universe and let you all know I’ve been well. Things have slowed down a bit with my writing the past 2 weeks with work picking up due to the spring season. Writing will slow down a bit more these next 5 weeks as i’m taking more classes for this semester of class. In the mean time, if you need something to read that I’m working on or want to support me please drop by here and do the following in some way:
Share a link to the blog, send me art to potentially post and go along with my stories, email me (Majinwiru@gmail.com), comment on my blog posts! Tweet or share the links on facebook!
Anything you guys can do to share or create word of mouth is certainly appreciated it. In m y journey as an author I’m trying to maximize my potential and become the best I can be. Part of that journey is not only working my tail off to become an excellent writer but developing support and a community to support that hard work!
In other news, one of my favorite people in the world Sammus has restocked more of her gear! Show some support by going over here
The new Red Sammus Tee
and buying a few things! Enough of my yammering though, here’s the snippet!
“Hurry it up,” muttered Cross, glancing around at the relatively empty back street the van was creeping down.
“I’m keeping it at precisely the speed limit,” replied Exposition. “Are you asking me to break the law?”
“Yes!” replied Cross. “I have a date!”
“Really?” Exposition stated conversationally. “Who with?”
“Cindy in R&D!” Cross growled. He pointed to the back of the van. “I’d like to get there before that damn thing kills us!”
“Relax,” said Henry calmly. “It’s sitting in a six-inch casing of negatanium. That should mute all such energies to next-to-nothing. Why do you think Akamatsu was able to finish the U-ray without incident?”
Michael considered it more important to ask why Akamatsu Industries Ltd. had immediately had a Buddhist Monk and a Shinto Priest on the premises to exorcise them. Or why they had broken out into a celebration as the van rolled out of sight. “I’d call spontaneous combustion an incident,” he muttered.
“No scientific method at all,” Exposition stated disdainfully. “Would you rather we not build a U-ray?”
“Of course not,” Cross stated uncertainly. “The cause of peace demands it. I know that.”
The cause of peace had in fact demanded that SHIELD build some of the most terrifyingly deadly and destructive weapons in the world, thus serving it by reducing the number of pesky living people who could be at times less than peaceable.
Exposition turned down a road. “Hmm,” he muttered. “Road block up ahead…”
Cross started. “In a warehouse district?”
Exposition shrugged. “Accidents happen everywhere.” He slowed the van into a stop, and leaned out the window. A pair of policemen stood there. “Pardon me, gentlemen,” Exposition stated calmly. “May I ask why you’ve set up a road block here?”
“Certainly,” said an apparent policeman. “To stop you SHIELD dogs!” At that moment, a horde of men in green and yellow bodysuits surrounded the van. The two policeman quickly removed their uniforms, revealing similar outfits. “Well, well. It seems our information has panned out beautifully,” said one. “Now, hand over the U-ray so it may used for the glorification of HYDRA!” He raised his fist, an action imitated by his fellows. “Hail HYDRA! If you cut off one head—”
At that moment a large vehicle that looked like a corkscrew on wheels burrowed out of the ground. A group of men and women wearing rather bulky brown environmental suits topped by funnel-shaped helmets emerged. “Halt inferiors!” said one. “The U-ray will be claimed not by SHIELD or HYDRA, but by Advanced Idea Mechanics! Hail, AIM! The future shall be ours through tech—”
“Oh give it a rest, science boy!” muttered a HYDRA member. “Everyone knows you AIM flunkies are useless in a fight.”
Another one snorted. “Right. Just go back to your slide rule, flathead, and leave world-conquering to the professionals.”
“And what will you do, squidman?” asked an AIM member loudly. “Hold some nation hostage? ‘Cause that’s gotten such great results! At least we’ll be able to do something with the U-ray!”
“Hey, don’t knock our methods!” cried the first HYDRA member. “We’ve just been having a run of bad luck…”
“For sixty years? That’s some run!” shouted the AIM member. “Why do you think we left? We got sick of nothing getting done.”
“I thought you left because the giant head told you to,” muttered the second HYDRA member.
“Hey, don’t make fun of MODOK!” cried the AIM member. “He’s not just a giant head! He’s got arms—and legs too!” He stepped forward, looking ready to swing.
Another member grabbed him lightly by the shoulder. “Let it go, Dwight.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “It just really, REALLY annoys me when they make fun of MODOK like that…”
“I know Dwight. I know.”
Dwight appeared to recover his equilibrium. “Anyway, your opinion of our illustrious and not really just a giant head at all leader doesn’t matter! AIM is getting the U-ray!”
“Nuh-uh!” shouted a HYDRA member. “It’s going to HYDRA.”
“Sadly,” said a quiet voice, “you are all wrong.” The HYDRA and AIM agents turned. A group of ninjas emerged from the shadows. “The U-ray has been claimed by the Hand, whose reach is as—”
“Oh, screw you ninja boy,” muttered an AIM agent. “You guys can boast all you want—you’re still packing knives to a gun fight.”
“The way of the warrior is a far greater weapon than your pitiful technology,” said one ninja loftily. “Our skills allow us to—”
A HYDRA agent shot him in the arm. The ninja collapsed in agony. “You were saying?” asked the HYDRA agent.
“Oh—oh God! I’m bleeding! I’m bleeding!” screamed the ninja. “I—I think that one chipped a bone!”
“Face it!” chortled another HYDRA agent. “You guys and the funnelheads are going to get slaughtered.”
“Hey, don’t make fun of our costumes!” cried an AIM agent. “They may be bulky, and they don’t look too flashy, but they double our strength.”
“So,” muttered a Hand ninja, “you can lift two whole pounds now?”
This statement led to more unpleasantness, and so all those present were shouting when the helicopter landed.
“Squabbling, eh?” A man wearing a bisecting suit stepped out, followed by a bunch of lackeys, and a woman clad in flowing robes, and holding a bow. “Typical of rank amateurs.”
“Oh, hell,” muttered a HYDRA agent. “Zodiac…” The other criminals grumbled in agreement. Zodiac was one of the most universally resented gangs in the criminal underworld. On the one hand, they got their hands on more technology, and loot then most other crime syndicates even dreamed of. On the other hand, such things were soon wasted on Byzantine plots that didn’t even make much sense.
“Let’s see—Gemini—and Sagittarius,” noted an AIM member. “Is this the real you—or is a set of robotic duplicates?”
“Maybe yes,” said Gemini, “maybe no.” With that he and Sagittarius chuckled.
“Hand over the U-ray,” said Sagittarius in a dark whisper, “and when the Zodiac rules over all the—”
A large truck pulled in behind them, toppling over the helicopter.
“Son of a—” shouted Gemini, as he backed away.
“Looks like things aren’t going your way…” muttered Dwight the AIM agent.
“And we do have that little—numeric advantage thing,” pointed out a HYDRA agent.
“With our skills, it won’t help you,” stated Sagittarius confidently. “Besides it’s not like you losers could ever unite against us.”
“Don’t bet on it, lady,” muttered the wounded Hand ninja. Everyone present turned to look at the truck.
It was a large truck, with a rather tasteless picture of a beautiful woman cradling a bowling pin. A group of scowling men in purple and green bodysuits with a patch showing a bowling ball striking a pin on their foreheads emerged from it. Finally a man clad in what appeared to be mechanized body armor stepped out. “I am Hardstrike. My men and I make up the ideological organization known as Stick and Balls.”
“Yes,” shouted his men in unison. “That is our name. It is what we are called.”
“We will take the U-ray, and use it to restore bowling to its proper place in the world,” continued Hardstrike.
“Yes,” shouted his men. “That is what we will do. It is the action we will be taking.”
The general response to Stick and Balls arrival was close to the reaction that happens when a man in a clown costume arrives at a formal dress party.
“Stick and Balls,” muttered an AIM member. “Unfortunate name.”
“I know,” said a ninja. “I always thought we had it bad. The ‘Hand’ and all that…”
“So how are you—going to promote bowling…?” asked a HYDRA agent. “With the—U-ray.”
“Easy,” snorted Hardstrike confidently. “First, we will use the U-ray to destroy all opposing sports. Then, we will demand that bowling be made the national sport—of the world!” He raised his arms in triumph. “We will triumph by the strength of our magnificent sticks, and glorious balls!”
Most of the criminals winced at this—master plan.
With one exception.
“An intriguing plot,” said Gemini. “Do you plan to involve robots in it?”
“No,” said Hardstrike. “That would be silly.”
Back at the SHIELD van, Cross was panicking. “Damn it—how did so many get here?”
“There must be a leak,” said Exposition calmly.
“A leak?” cried Michael. “A leak would be one of them knowing about it. This is a freakin’ gouge!” He glanced outside. “Okay, they’re still debating salvage rights. Let’s run for it. We can make it to the rendezvous point, and alert SHIELD security.”
“I think you’re forgetting the first duty of every SHIELD agent,” said Exposition, patriotism dripping from his voice. “To die in the line of duty, so that Nick Fury looks more impressive.”
Cross stared at him, dumbfounded. “You know, Henry, I always knew you were crazy, but I never thought you were insane.” He got out of the van, and started to run. A shot rang out. Michael looked up weakly, to see Exposition holding a smoking pistol. “Y-you betrayed me…” he muttered, startled.
“Actually, by running you betrayed both me and SHIELD, you pinko rat bastard,” corrected Exposition.
This point apparently so mortified Cross, that he died.
Henry turned to the criminals. “Terribly sorry about that. He just wasn’t cut out for this kind of work. Now then, shall we get this over with?” He raised his pistol. “For SHIELD!” With that, Henry Exposition charged forward.
In five seconds, he took sixteen gun shots, five shuriken, and a bowling ball to the head.
“Good shot,” commented a ninja to Hardstrike.
“Thank you,” replied Hardstrike. “I pride myself on my aim. If I cannot perfect my skills, then I am not worthy of my magnificent Stick and Balls.”
Stick and Balls