here's a the beginning of a little thing i'm gonna start working on. it's basic idea is that JC didn't escape UNATCO (most likely he was killed by Anna or by Anna blowing up). tell me what you guys think:
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“Huh-uh,” he swallowed, “bah...,” coughed, “uh...unn...”
Special Agent Michael Carlisle holstered his pistol, “That has got to be the longest it took any man I've ever shot to die.” he kicked the body, “Believe you just set a record. Now, then, lets just see what you've got on you...”
Rummaging through the corpse, Carlisle added a clip or two to his belt...and...
“What have we here? Looks like a card of some sort...and...ah ha! Seems you were more important than you looked, ‘Commander'. Bet this'll get me to the ambrosia.”
Carlisle doubled back to the door he just couldn't open, slid the card through the slot, stepped through the door. There it was, the prize, the pay-off. The ambrosia, to be exact. Simons would be pleased he found it so quickly, and with so many terrorist casualties. Walton Simons, head of FEMA and MJ12CTC, while a philanthropist, loved the enemy body count. Much like Carlisle himself, he wanted to see every last one dead. Carlisle didn't know why he felt this way...he just always had. The opposite never occurred to him...
He shook it off. Pressing the button on his sleeve, Carlisle thought: “Carlisle to HQ, I've found the ambrosia.”
The voice, a young communications expert fresh off the academy, came back through his Info link. “Good job, I'll put you through to the Chief.”
Simon's voice, cold, as always, had a hint of him being pleased in it, as Carlisle had expected. “Very good, Agent. You're turning out to be quite the asset to the Coalition. We have a chopper waiting outside in the courtyard. Report to me when you arrive at HQ.”
Carlisle smiled. ‘Quite the asset', he had said. His nanites seemed to be dancing in his blood. It felt good to be praised by a man who rarely even smiles. Maybe it's because he was created along with the first series, the infamous “Denton” line. So many imperfections. Kill-switches that lasted 24 hours too long, the blue eyes, not being able to smile, and, Carlisle shuddered, the ability to pick sides. Carlisle felt sure that, if he were still living, JC Denton would be an easy opponent. What would he do, blind him with his flashlight aug? Carlisle sniggered at his own joke, strode into the corridor.
“Son of a...”
He spun around just in time to see a Phoenix Militia trooper put a 10mm round in Carlisle's knee-cap.
Carlisle grimaced, “Goddamn, don't you guys ever learn?” Turning on his speed augmentation, Carlisle drew his pistol and put two rounds in the chest of the assailant faster than you could say...well...anything. The gunner fell to the ground, quite dead. “Well, wherever you go, I hope it's nice and hot. I'll have to see the Doc about this one.” The wound would heal over quickly enough, but he'd have to get the bullet removed. Lead doesn't go very well with nanites. Carlisle limped up the stairs and into the courtyard of the Pigeon Army (as they were affectionately referred to by everyone in the Majestic12 Counter-Terrorism Coalition, formerly UNATCO) base.
“Looks like you took a quite a hit there,” Jack, his helicopter pilot, observed, “ready to go?”
“Yeah, we're all done here.” Carlisle pulled himself into the SH-188, and they were off.
as you can see, it's probably set a few years after the events of DX. also, i was thinking about naming it "Different Path", "Alternate Life", "Alterante Path", or "Different Life", but in latin. unfourtuantely, i don't know latin, so if anyone does, tell me what it would be, please.
