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The C-17 banked steeply and bucked wildly in the turbulence, its engines accelerating to near full throttle to maintain the tight turn. General Highway looked a lot less confident than he should, thought Wolverine.

"What's the matter? You don't trust this thing?"

General Highway glared back at Wolverine, but did not reply. The plane was on final approach now, fully lined up, and the gear lowered. Wolverine looked out the window, and saw the supersructure pass by. "Oh ****! We're coming in too high!"

The engines dropped back to idle and the giant cargo plane continued to glide in, well past the midpoint on the deck of the Clinton. Suddenly it settled down, hard, and the engines were immediately thrown into full reverse, and the pilot leaned on the brakes hard. Wolverine looked out the window in alarm at the quickly passing runway lights, and noticed that they were slowing much faster than he would expect on a normal runway. Soon they were stopped, and the plane began to turn around. Out the window, Wolverine could see that they were still nowhere near the end of the runway - the front of the ship faded from vision into the hazy sea mist.

"Ha HA! See what I told you? IT WORKS!"

Wolverine was stunned to silence for a moment. "Well, I suppose the treadmill could make landings a little shorter" he admitted, but quickly regained his form: "But a damn arrestor cable system would work just as well and cost a fraction of what this behemoth must have run you!"

General Highway felt he had regained the upper hand in the argument. He jabbed his finger at Wolverine again: "IT WORKS!"

"Yeah, in a sense, but at what cost? I heard you had to retire six conventional nuclear carriers to pay for this thing!"

"Retire? Fudge no! We built this thing on top of them!" beamed the General.

"That's preposterous! How can something rigid like a runway be built on top of six, separately floating ships!"

"It was a challenge, alright, but we had a team of the best structural engineers in the world design the thing. IT WORKS!"

The plane had turned around now and was taxiing toward the superstructure. "If this thing works so well, why did we turn around? Why didn't they just convey us back to the tower?"

"Well, you saw what happened to those F-35s, did you want that to happen to us?"

 
General Highway and Wolverine walked down the extended steps from the rear cargo bay door and made their way across the windy, wet deck toward a door in the superstructure. Just forward of the superstructure, an S-3 antisubmarine aircraft was taxiing from the elevator which had just brought it to the deck. "Hold on. I want to watch this." They paused outside the doorway to watch the takeoff operation.

"This ship is so big, the planes don't even have to fold their wings! Saves a ton of time!" Exclaimed General Highway.

The S-3 pulled quickly into position and began throttling up. The treadmill surface began to accelerate backwards.

"Oh ****! NO! NO! You idiots!" cried the General, as the still-unloading C-17 began to move toward the stern, its service crew dropping their tools and hoses and racing for the edge of the deck. But it was too late, the S-3 was already fully into its takeoff run, halfway down the deck from where they stood, and the treadmill had accelerated to nearly 100 knots. They looked back in horror as the massive C-17 tipped backward off the stern, the wind catching it briefly and turning it a little as it cartwheeled into the sea. A brief orange flash and a puff of dark grey smoke, fading quickly into the mist behind them, was all that was seen.

"Not again!" Shouted the General, as they were ushered inside.

 
They were ushered through a wide passageway past dozens of saluting Seamen, then up a grand staircase to the bridge, where, much to their surprise, everybody seemed calm and business appeared to going about as usual.

"Ah! Welcome General Highway!"

"Admiral Captain Worley! It's good to see you again! You know Wolverine already, don't you?"

"Ah yes, Wolverine. I trust there are no hard feelings?"

"Admiral Captain Worley? What the fudge? Why not just 'Admiral Worley'?"

"Because 'Captain' is my first name, of course!"

"So why didn't we all refer to you as 'Captain Captain Worley' back when you were just a Captain?"

"Because that would just be silly. We didn't call SapperPE 'Colonel SapperPE' when he got promoted to Colonel, and we certainly didn't call him 'General SapperPE' when he made General, and now that he's on the Joint Chiefs of Staff, we sure as hell don't call him 'Major General SapperPE' now, do we?"

"But we call you 'Admiral Captain Worley'... ?"

"Yes of course! Now please, gentlemen, follow me into my quarters. We have much to talk about."

 
Admiral Captain Worley led the two through an ornate doorway on the rear starboard wall of the bridge, and into a large apartment that looked like a Vegas Presidential Suite.

"Tacky." snarled Wolverine, running his hands over one of dozens of brass nudes that supported the rails on the glass, spiral staircase.

"May I get you gentlemen something to drink?" Said a bow-tied bartender, as they entered the black marble, red velvet and brass lounge room. But Wolverine's gaze was drawn quickly toward a dark figure sitting in a chair off to the side, looking out the massive single pane window at the ocean.

"Is that you, Dark Knight?"

 
"Wolverine.... They roped you into this, too?"

"More like chained."

Admiral Captain Worley interrupted with two tumblers, one-third filled with 80 year old Scotch. "Gentlemen, thank you for coming. I hope to explain everything for you. Please be seated."

 
"At approximately 0200 local time yesterday, the USS PPI disappeared from contact."

Wolverine shrugged :dunno: "Isn't that Lindeberg's ship? Who fudging cares?"

Worley swirled his scotch and continued. "The PPI was carrying TmKeon and rppearso"

Wolverine stopped mid-sip, and looked back at the Admiral. The Dark Knight just continued listening, with no apparent reaction.

"All indications are that the PPI was sunk. How, or by what, we don't know. But here's the really bad news: we have reason to believe the two were picked up in a black market nuclear sub operated by GT_ME."

Now, even the Dark Knight could hold back no longer "What the hell is wrong with you people? How could you let this happen!? Do you have any idea how much of my life I spent - no, wasted - trying to get those two into custody?!" He stood and threw his tumbler against the brass-and-black-marble island fireplace.

Wolverine just ckuckled quietly. "And I suppose now you expect us to fix this for you again?"

 
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"Wait, it gets worse" continued Admiral Captain Worley, "GT_ME captured the Chucktown, too."

"You mean Wilheld's sub? Once again, who gives a fudge?!" replied Wolverine, angrily.

"Because the Mark 69 was aboard the Chucktown!" Worley had finally lost patience.

Wolverine and the Dark Knight looked at each other and shrugged :dunno: :dunno:

"Jesus, you idiots, don't you get it? They're going to destroy the Internet!"

Wolverine's drink slipped from his hands, and he feigned a look of extreme horror. "Oh My God! Not the Interwebz!" He then busted out in laughter as he got up and made his way to the bar.

The Dark Knight failed to follow in his laughter, though, and turned and looked out the large single-pane window at the rough ocean below. "This doesn't make any sense to me!" he said.

 
DK turned back to the General and Admiral, suddenly engaged. "You say the PPI was sunk? Was it sunk by GT_ME?"

"We aren't certain." replied Worley, "But we don't think so - GT_ME picked up TMack and rppearso several hours after the sinking."

"And I suppose the Chucktown knew nothing?"

"Well, you know Wilheld. The crew was probably drunk or playing wii."

DK turned back to the window, in deep thought. "So who sank the PPI...."

Just then a Seaman entered the room. "Admiral Sir! Master Slacker here with a report from the search aircraft!"

Everyone rose and turned to face the Seaman. "Yes, son, what is it?"

"Our planes have found a ship!"

 
THAT CATCHES US UP WITH TODAY, April 27~28. IF YOU WANT MORE, CHECK IN THE 10K THREAD, STARTING ON PAGE 51.

 
Oh, and for the record, I am NOT at work. I am on very extended leave, using it all up in between my old job and my new job.

(I can't break the narrative in the 10k, but I can comment here if need be)

 
Cutiepie and the Thin Man walked down several long corridors inside the Typhoon, escorted front and rear by a squad of female stormtroopers. As they walked, they passed several open doors, revealing female stormtroopers in various states of work and relaxation.

"oh man this is the awsomest thing i have ever seen. oh sweet! the shower room!" Cutiepie stopped and looked inside a room filled with steam and vague, shadowy forms covered in towels.

Whack! The butt of a taser rifle hit him in the back "Keep moving!" came the deep, amplified voice under the helmet of the stormtrooper immediately behind him.

"i saw cleevege! i saw cleevege! i told you so!"

The thin man turned to him in disgust "That doesn't mean anything! All it takes is some hormones, and even a man could grow breasts!"

"no dude im teling ya these are chicks and their hot!"

 
^Oops. now I;m getting confused about where I'm posting. I won't do this again! Read the 10k thread!

 
Oh, and for the record, I am NOT at work. I am on very extended leave, using it all up in between my old job and my new job.
(I can't break the narrative in the 10k, but I can comment here if need be)
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