Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 24, 2018 15:54:08 GMT
Leaning up against a wall somewhere inside the Dig Dug is Nolan. The ageless leader to the highly secretive group that is Team ATARI. In his early 80’s, with his thinning white hair line, his government issued cell up to his ear while his free hand is in his pocket of his suit digging out a peanut M&M, Nolan's snack of choice for the better part of 70 years now, his “cigarette” when it comes to bad habits that isn’t particularly good for you, Nolan is listening to what Dabney and Bushnell have to say. Dabney and Bushnell, the generals on the war on Yamauchi, the war for the Energon Device and world peace, who dictate Team ATARI’s next move day by day and give the orders to Nolan, who then delivers these orders to his staff, who then funnel them on down to Intel and finally to 2600, 7800 and Flashback 2, who are out on the ground on the front lines.
These conversations are always one sided. After a couple of minutes, Nolan pushes off of the metal wall and pops a orange peanut M&M in his mouth.
“Yes sir.” He says and lowers his cell. He taps on the screen ending the call. The hallway he is in, is dimly lit and without many features to pick it out if you saw it again. A few feet away from him are 2 security guards with M16’s at the their sides, each guard standing on each side of a door, a big heavy metal door that slides opens, not swings open. There is no sign above or on the door but you get the feeling that this door is of high importance. Nolan steps towards them and slides his hands in his pockets.
“Gentlemen!” Nolan barks. The guards tighten up and stand at attention all prim and proper.
“You two have been doing a outstanding job. Keep up the good work.” Nolan says.
“Sir! Thank you!” The guard on the left side of the door says.
“Just remember the mission. No one under any circumstance is to ever enter that room. You have your orders. You just keep them.”
“Sir! Yes Sir!” The guard on the right says.
Nolan gives each guard the once over and ever so slightly nods his head.
These conversations are always one sided. After a couple of minutes, Nolan pushes off of the metal wall and pops a orange peanut M&M in his mouth.
“Yes sir.” He says and lowers his cell. He taps on the screen ending the call. The hallway he is in, is dimly lit and without many features to pick it out if you saw it again. A few feet away from him are 2 security guards with M16’s at the their sides, each guard standing on each side of a door, a big heavy metal door that slides opens, not swings open. There is no sign above or on the door but you get the feeling that this door is of high importance. Nolan steps towards them and slides his hands in his pockets.
“Gentlemen!” Nolan barks. The guards tighten up and stand at attention all prim and proper.
“You two have been doing a outstanding job. Keep up the good work.” Nolan says.
“Sir! Thank you!” The guard on the left side of the door says.
“Just remember the mission. No one under any circumstance is to ever enter that room. You have your orders. You just keep them.”
“Sir! Yes Sir!” The guard on the right says.
Nolan gives each guard the once over and ever so slightly nods his head.