Legacy of Godzilla: Ushering Of Truth
By Joseph Ray Hamilton.
Chapter One, Divided calling.
Five Years Later
Mobile home, in Texas.
The TV flickered violently as the channels where changed. Jet took no useless information in. On his wall, plastered behind him like wall paper was countless news paper clippings with titles like �Would be Dragon Slayer.� or �The man who cried �Zilla�. Regarded as crazy. Jet spent his lonely life in this rundown camper. The military gave him and honorable discharge, and this plot of land. The channels flickered further until he caught an all to familiar image.
�It has been nearly five years since the devastating attack on San Francisco by the monster called �Godzilla�.�
The woman on the TV spoke as an image of the smoldering crater appeared behind her.
�Devastating attack my ass� Jet mumbled �All he did was burn down a historic research facility�� he said half heartedly.
�With the anniversary of the attack approaching soon, victims of the incident are growing weary. As many may remember one such attack happened before when the creature first landed on American shores nearly 10 years ago and left a Long Island animal testing facility in ashes.�
�Animal testing facility, more like biological experimentation lab. The hippies found the charred bodies of them disgusting animals, government said it was �cause Godzilla�s radiation.� Jet cursed the television to himself. Remembering how there where no radiation levels at all coming from him and he was close enough to Godzilla to punch his knee. However in his mind, he couldn�t believe he was defending the damn lizard.
�Religious organizations and cults are warning people that Godzilla will return soon, and we wont know when or where. With the anniversary of the second attack nearly a month away, mankind sits back and wanders, when and where will Godzilla attack next?�
Jet shut the TV with a lazy hand movement. He grunted and sat up. Reaching beside him he grabbed a bottle of booze and took a quick swig to drench his tonsils. He swallowed heavy and coughed a little.
�Some times I wish that chunk of concrete would have just smashed me into oblivion. �Least that way I would be known as the guy who almost killed Godzilla, instead of the idiot who almost killed himself��
With that note Jet finished his beer he nearly lulled to sleep by the repetitive noise of his cheap air conditioner. His eyes grew shut as the hot unforgiving sun burnt through the open windows, casting across his dirty body. He sighed loudly, adjusting his body on the poorly made sofa.
Sleep came slowly�
BRING! BRING!
Like a sonic boom in the dead silence of a cold desert night, the phones awful ring cut through the quiet with key tones. Jet shot up �Crap!� He reached for the phone, his tired hand griped it as well as he could, pull it to his ear and rubbing his left eye. �Who the hell is calling me at the crack of�� Took a glance at the clock through his right eye. �noon?!�
�Well aren�t we cheerful.�
�Who the hell is this?�
The voice replied shortly.
�An old friend Jet Harvor, and old friend.�
Jet sat there for a second, staring at the window at the dusty plain before him. His dry mouth opened a little.
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Dateline
University of Florida
3:00 PM
A young man burst through the door too another young man�s bed room.
�Robert, get your ass up dude! We got the grant from the government! We�re going to Setto Island!�
The young man yelled as his friend Robert lie sleeping under his baby blue blankets, hung over.
�What?�
�Dude! Setto! We�re being paid to explore the islands ruins! Me, you, Melissa, Craig, and Professor Claimmor! Next week man! 30 grand a piece plus what ever we find!�
�Dude� I just woke up��
�Man! You better start packing, we are going to be there a week. Bring some condoms too man, there�s suppose to be some real hot natives there that are really into foreigners!�
�Wait� the government is funding it? Why?� Said the groggy Robert as he rose out of bed, scratched the back of his head and whipped the drool from his face.
�Do you really care man? Thirty grand, no ask no tell kind of thing you know.�
�You really think your going to get any pussy down there when you can�t get any here.� Robert ran his hand through his brown hair. �Unless the natives are stupid.�
�Whatever dude, they�re going to be all over us man. Everybody on the island thinks the ruins are haunted or something. We�ll be brave heroes�
�Damn Marv� you never think in the now do you?�
Marvin replied smiling �Shit no�
Robert returned his smile and slapped his friend a five.
�I suppose I should put some pants on before I go talk to Claimmor huh?�
�A wise decision my friend��
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�Jet, how would you like to come out of retirement?� Spoke the voice from the cheaply made tan phone.
�Who the hell is this?� Jet answered in a slurred voice.
�Like I said before Jet, an old friend. If you really want to come out of retirement, check your mail tomorrow at one o clock sharp. All the information will be relayed upon you if you wish to truly become what you where meant to be. Thank you for your time.�
Before Jet could even respond, the sickening tones of a empty line flooded his ear drums. He sat the phone down and sulked back down on his couch staring straight ahead.
