“Alright, men.” Commander Jack Taggart spoke sternly over his suit’s comlink, “You all know what our mission is, and now it’s time we carried it out.”
“Are you sure about this, Commander?” One of the men spoke, “I mean, perhaps there are other ways of…”
“The other ways have failed, Private!” Taggart snapped before the man could finish his sentence, “There’s only one way to move the President’s cold, icy heart on this one. Follow me, boys!”
Taggart led his squad quickly towards the front lawn of the White House, where President Stan and the General were surveying the non-violent protest from inside the Oval Office
“Wait, are those the Xtacles?” President Stan wondered, “I don’t know why they felt like painting their suits green, but it’s about time they…wait, what are they doing?”
“Well sir,” The General looked at the same monitor Stan was watching, “they appear to be planting new trees on the White House lawn.”
“I can see that! Why aren’t they dispersing the crowd with disproportionate violence already?”
“Well sir, as you requested, the Xtacles went on a mission to attack the headquarters of the Earth First interest group in DC, but I’m not sure what happened after that. Maybe they didn’t feel like shooting unarmed civilians.”
“Are you kidding me, General? These are the Xtacles we’re talking about!”
“Maybe someone at the headquarters persuaded the Xtacles’ commander to join their side?”
“My God, if those evil hippies have that kind of power, we’re doomed!”
“Sir, it’s really just a bill that would promote the use of alternative energy sources in the country. In fact, it might–”
“Dammit, General! Get a hold of yourself!” President Stan grabbed his advisor by the collar, “We haven’t lost yet! If we stick together, we can get through this mess! Computer, get me a line to the Xcalibur!”
“Uh, sir?” The General tapped Stan on the shoulder, “We don’t have a voice-activated computer installed in this office yet.”
“Fine!” Stan pushed a button on his desk, “You, at the other end! Whatever your name is, get me a line to the Xcalibur! I need to find out what happened!”
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A short moment later, aboard the Xcalibur
“Hello, can I help you?” A.L.E.X. asked the onscreen image of President Stan
“Quickly, holographic woman,” Stan gasped, “are there any Xtacles still alive?”
“Well, we don’t have any confirmed dead, at least not since a few days ago during Operation: Clam Bake.”
“Who’s running the ship?”
“I am.”
“You? A hologram? Where are the humans?”
“The only human currently on active duty is absorbed in his fantasy world for the time being and possibly has delusions of power. So tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh, fine. It’s not like I’m being surrounded by enemies and all the heroes willing to help us out are dead or missing in action. Take a look at this footage.” The face of President Stan switched to a view of the White House lawn, where Commander Taggart appeared to be furiously digging up the soil and planting trees with several other members of the active-duty Xtacles. “Do you see the problem here?”
“Well, I will admit it’s uncharacteristic of them to care about the environment that much, if that’s what you mean.” A.L.E.X. was briefly relieved at confirming that the Xtacles weren’t somehow dead, but the green-painted suits puzzled her.
“Those hippies did something to the Xtacles, and if you don’t figure it out soon, they might shame me into signing an environmentally-friendly bill that’s already passing through Congress as we speak!”
“Mr. President, how is that a problem?”
“Oh sure, it’ll start out with a small thing like encouraging people to build electricity-generating windmills. But the next time, those hippies will demand I sign off on things like improving national health care, or not bombing a small country because their leader owes me $20 from an online poker game!”
“What?”
“Um…I meant to say their leader harbored terrorists who were planning to destroy America!” After an awkward pause, President Stan continued, “And besides, if those Xtacles are using their high-tech armor suits to plant trees, how long do you think it will be before the hippies try to use those for their own malicious purposes?”
“Well, I suppose you have a point.”
“Of course I do. I’m the President of America! Get those damn Xtacles, and those kids, off my lawn! I can stall them for 24 hours, but if you can’t think of a solution before then, I will be forced to take extreme measures!” Stan appeared to be taking a swig of alcohol from a metallic flask, and then he said, “Good luck,” before signing off.
A.L.E.X. downloaded an emotional AI update from the internet, and then visibly sighed before trying to get Bigsby on the ship’s intercom. “Joseph? We have a mission!”
“Who is this…Joseph you speak of? I…am…AWESOMER X!” Joesph jumped through the open doorway into the bridge area, wearing a papercraft Awesome X mask. “Sorry, I couldn’t find any colored pencils for the mask, but you get the idea.”
“Joe…”
Bigsby cleared his throat. “It’s ‘Awesomer X’ now. Like Awesome X, but twice as strong and ten times more popular with the ladies!”
A.L.E.X. scoffed, “Fine. Awesomer X?”
“Yes?”
“We’re going to have to find Chase and the other Xtacles who went to Japan. We’re going to need all the help we can get.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Something’s happened to the rest of the team, and we’re going to have to rescue them.”
“Woohoo! Finally, a chance to be a hero! Full speed ahead, A.L.E.X.! We’ve got to save our colleagues being held by the Japanese menace!”
“Yes, sir.” A.L.E.X. set the autopilot of the Xcalibur to go full speed towards Japan.
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Meanwhile, somewhere in Japan…
The three ponytailed businessmen quietly opened the door of the darkened warehouse.
“Bill, are you sure you had to be so harsh to that guard?”
“Phil, all I did was give him literature about our group?”
“But he can’t even understand English!”
“So, I’ll fire up Google’s Translator later! The important thing is, we’re here to locate that special briefcase to convince President Stan of the righteousness of our cause. Will, are you sure this is the right place?”
“Hey,” Will replied, looking at his PDA, “the guy said he’d meet us here.”
“What was his name?”
The three ponytailed businessmen squinted as several lights in the warehouse were suddenly turned on. They found themselves standing in the middle of a modestly-sized underground fighting ring, with spectators of all kinds surrounding them. A voice from above the ring cut through the ambient noise and laughed at them. “Welcome, to the newest chapter of less-than-legal fighting rings owned by myself, Torpedo Vegas!” A heavy-set, babyfaced man, flanked by a pair of beautiful women, slowly descended on a platform, “You see, all three of you apparently wanted the magic briefcase, so I decided that hey, if life handed me lemon seeds, why not plant a lemon bush in the ground and sell lemonade at high prices?”
The ponytailed businessmen stared blankly at Torpedo Vegas.
“Alright, it lost something in Japanese. Anyways, I have decided to let you have the briefcase, on the one condition that you fight each other to the death for it!” Torpedo pointed to the briefcase that appeared to magically descend on its own. “Here is the briefcase, which has been held up with an invisible nylon thread. In this ring, I will drop a ladder and a knife. The first one of you to assemble the ladder to reach the briefcase and use the knife to free it can keep it for yourself!”
Somewhere in the crowd, Mr. Ford held up some betting slips, “Hey, y’all! I say that whiny guy in the back’s gonna win this one! Any takers? $10 says he wins! $10!” He started collecting bets from the spectators who understood English.
“Now, let the fight begin!” Torpedo rang out a gong, signalling a couple workers to drop the ladder and the knife from the rafters into the ring. Phil, Bill, and Will all tried to figure out how to escape their situation, and wondering if they could really bring themselves to kill their friends.
A few seconds later, the decision was made for them, as the falling ladder smashed Bill’s head to the ground, and the falling knife landed blade-side down into the back of Will’s neck. The spectators gasped in shock, then booed at the abrupt end of the fight.
“Hey folks,” Mr. Ford spoke sternly, “Ain’t my fault those two didn’t wanna fight. You lost a bet, now accept it like a man.” The crowd continued to boo as Mr. Ford slipped out.
Meanwhile, Phil took the ladder and the knife from the corpses of his now-dead friends. “Sleep well, sweet princes.” He cried out, “For with this briefcase, I shall avenge your deaths! I will make our dream come true!”
What is Phil’s dream? And will it come true? Find out…soon, I guess.