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Aug 14, 2009
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The Millennium Man Chapter Two cont.
On the southward shore of Lake Michigan, in Lake County Indiana lies a secluded little bungalow. Where there has been a team of scientist nesting. They have been here since nineteen hundred and eighty five. They are there keeping track of a single individual.
Through a sliding glass door strolls in two brothers. Laughing and talking quietly to each other, they enter this well furnished bungalow. They walk across the hard wood floors and stop their idle chattering and stare at the elaborate bronzed bust.
A center piece on the underside of a solid piece of teak wood. The mantle to a rather large fireplace, an ordinary looking fireplace except for its size.
Jacob the older of the two brothers, bends down slightly to gaze into the sculpture's eyes. Yup, he says: its her. Suddenly this life like bronze clicks open it's eyes. A ray of red filters through Jacob's face, the eyes snap shut, the fireplace creaks and moans and then splits into two half's that fall silently back into the walls and floor. There in the center of what was the fireplace has appeared a large metallic door.
His brother the younger, Kaleb steps up nonchalantly and swipes the card tether around his neck, through the card reader. He then pulls his twin brother out of his frozen stupor, as the metal door falls instantly into the floor. Did you see that? But, Kaleb ignores him. They walk in shoulder ta shoulder and stop two paces inward. The door snaps shut shooting out of the floor like a bullet. The sound of hissing air and a slight fog surround the twins. As some undetermined voice shouts out their here! They have returned!
Jacob Donavon Hunter and Kaleb Joseph Hunter. They were a team of young Ghost busters who's antics have gotten them their current positions. They have just returned from eight long weeks of intense training. Now that they are schooled in the fine art of spying their favorite game. They can get back to their mission, to track and recapture the entity that was lost in Iceland on Sept. 11th 1982.
This entity (the angel Donald) who has be toying around with them since their first television appearance. He has them beleiving he is a visitor from another world. The Brothers beleive him to be one of the three aliens from the "Roswell Incident"
Through a sliding glass door strolls in two brothers. Laughing and talking quietly to each other, they enter this well furnished bungalow. They walk across the hard wood floors and stop their idle chattering and stare at the elaborate bronzed bust.
A center piece on the underside of a solid piece of teak wood. The mantle to a rather large fireplace, an ordinary looking fireplace except for its size.
Jacob the older of the two brothers, bends down slightly to gaze into the sculpture's eyes. Yup, he says: its her. Suddenly this life like bronze clicks open it's eyes. A ray of red filters through Jacob's face, the eyes snap shut, the fireplace creaks and moans and then splits into two half's that fall silently back into the walls and floor. There in the center of what was the fireplace has appeared a large metallic door.
His brother the younger, Kaleb steps up nonchalantly and swipes the card tether around his neck, through the card reader. He then pulls his twin brother out of his frozen stupor, as the metal door falls instantly into the floor. Did you see that? But, Kaleb ignores him. They walk in shoulder ta shoulder and stop two paces inward. The door snaps shut shooting out of the floor like a bullet. The sound of hissing air and a slight fog surround the twins. As some undetermined voice shouts out their here! They have returned!
Jacob Donavon Hunter and Kaleb Joseph Hunter. They were a team of young Ghost busters who's antics have gotten them their current positions. They have just returned from eight long weeks of intense training. Now that they are schooled in the fine art of spying their favorite game. They can get back to their mission, to track and recapture the entity that was lost in Iceland on Sept. 11th 1982.
This entity (the angel Donald) who has be toying around with them since their first television appearance. He has them beleiving he is a visitor from another world. The Brothers beleive him to be one of the three aliens from the "Roswell Incident"
— Sinbadthesailorman, Aug 14, 2009
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