| Chapter 3, Hello, my name is Martin. A busy mind stirred with unsure images, a shaken foundation. Sitting alone and empty in his dormitory, in the hands of a very nervous young man, a book. �Setto Triangle�. A page opened showing a map of the Setto island region, three islands in a almost perfect triangle surrounding one main island, a very large main island. Marked on the larger island was �Setto Island�, smack dab in the center of the triangle. He turned the book over after a few minutes of reading and stared at the back, the picture of a older man with a salt and pepper beard, a grief stricken father. Robert wiped a little sweat from his brow and just sighed. �God damn I�m scared�� Robert�s trembling fingers pushed the book to the side and he fell onto his bed. Staring straight up at the ceiling he let nothing but his deepening breath burn the salience. He could hear his heart beat, hell he thought the whole world could hear it. He was going into a panic attack. Something that had plagued him as a child. He had always been easily scared, and he pandered things to much. This put the poor guy into terrifying spells in which relief was no where in sight. Research� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jet�s eyes opened, he awoke to an unfamiliar surrounding. His room wasn�t too fancy, but living in a mobile home for the past few years, this was nearly first class. He rubbed his sore eyes with the lower palm of his hand and rose up out of bed. Standing up he gave his rump a fair scratch and reached down to pick up his pants. He struggled to them on while standing up and the lazily fell back onto the same bed he just arose from. He scratches the back of his head with his free hand while the other zipped up his pants. He caught the same security camera that had watched him in his sleep. He let lose a monstrous yawn that shook his vocal cords. Staring down, his jaw line resting in his palms, the battle hardened man spoke to himself. �Jet� how the hell do you get yourself into these messes�� His life had changed so much in the last decade that he couldn�t remember. From his street days as a teenager, nearly failing high school because of his street gang. Jet was not a cheerful person. The military rescued him from a definite rap sheet up to his neck. However, life�s got a funny way of biting you in the ass. The supposed crazy rent a soldier coughed and then cracked his neck. He stared up at the camera with a cocky smile, waving his hand in front of it. �Hey, can I get out of here now?� Not even two minutes after he did so the steal door inclosing his room slid open and there was Hemmingway, waiting for an answer. �You sleep well Jet?� �Yeah�� �Good, but I hate to ruin the bliss you are granted this morning by asking you, but have you come to a decision.� Jet�s expression changed from groggy to cold, with out remorse. Hemmingway saw it and it still struck fear into him, a expression that Hemmingway remembered all to well. The death stare that Jet would give to somebody he was mad at, that was in for an ass whooping. Jet smiled when he saw Hemmingway mentally flinch and swept across his tongue the words that Hemmingway was waiting to hear. �I�ll do it�� �Glad to hear that my friend, training starts today and ends one week from now� I hope you are prepared.� �Never been more ready for anything in my entire life Georgy boy.� Later that day the grueling training began. Jet went through tests that NASA astronauts would break under. His body was probed, and scanned down to a monocular level. Every inch of his body was either tested or examined, and this was just the first day. Jet�s sore body was finally able to rest as he stood above a giant window staring down at the many people working around the many computers and terminals below. Hemmingway walked up to Jet who was just about to take a shower, his shirt off and a towel slung over his shoulder. His back showed dozens of scars from his many street fights. �Jet, I can�t thank you enough for taking this opportunity.� Hemmingway said in a calm voice. �And I cant thank you enough for getting me out of that hell hole. But you know what Hemmingway, even though part of me wants nothing more but to believe you want the best for me. Another part of me says your full of shit�� Jet said with the same cocky smirk on his face from earlier in the morning. �I�m not stupid Hemmingway, there is something more to this then your letting on, but when I figure out what it is there will be hell to pay. Until then I�ll say yes sir and no sir, and fly your little toy. The moment I think my life is at stake, its going to be your ass to pay.� �Understood�� Hemmingway said as Jet walked away. Jet opened the door too the wash closet and stepped inside Hemmingway was now looking through the window as a white haired man walked up behind him. The man joined him at the window and asked. �Your not going to clue him in are you Mr. Hemmingway?� �Only to what he needs to know to get the mission done.� �You probably won�t tell him a thing.� �If the need arises, he will know everything, but I seriously doubt that will become an issue.� �For both our sakes, I hope your doubts are a certainty in disguise.� That being said, the white haired man walked away, his mission to talk to Jet head on, to meet somebody else, someone who had too witnessed what he had, the eyes of the beast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ �Hey Robert!� a perky voice came from the hall that sent the poor boy jumping and almost throwing his book out of his hands. �Haven�t got to talk you about the trip yet! Aren�t you excited?� �Yeah� excited�� Robert said while walking in front of Melissa who had a unnatural perk in her step as she fallowed behind him. �Yeah, like, you know we�ll be in all kinds of magazines and stuff.� Robert stared straight forward, he didn�t want Melissa to see him sweating, or the book he was carrying. �Uh yeah, magazines, sounds cool.� He said the calmest he could. �Something a matter Rob?� she asked in a concerned manner. �No� nothings a matter.� Robert didn�t even want Melissa to know any fault he had, his child like crush on her left him dumbfounded every time she entered the same room with him. �You sure Rob?� �Yeah I�m fine, like uh� um. So, your pretty excited, eh?� �You bet I am.� She replied smiling. �This will be the single most best experience in my life, I can already tell its going to be big.� Robert could care less if it was big, though he saw that Melissa did. Robert was terrified of just the getting there, the exploring never even entered his mind. �Yeah� should be interesting� to say the least.� Robert sighed to himself before mentally cursing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jet dried his hair while standing by the same window yet again. The many people at work below him made him a little weary. He didn�t care that his shirt was wet or his pants where unbuttoned either, all he cared about was the mission at hand. He sat there leaning his forehead against the glass. At one time he probably would have been a bit more enthusiastic about that, but that was before the music in his spirit died. Before he turned into a broken old man before his time� �Hello Mr. Harvor. My name is Martin, Steve Martin.� The same gray haired man walked up beside Jet and looked through the glass. His face, not quite ancient but aged, he seemed wise as the trees and built twice as strong. His silver hair covered his face in a mustache and beard, along with his thick head of hair. The man�s eyes where almost with out emotion. A man who had seen more then any human, a man who had a lot in common with Jet, but Jet didn�t even know it. �Yeah uh, nice to meet you.� The two shook hands and Jet turned staring back down through the glass. �So, Mr. Harvor, you are the lucky one chosen to fly their big toy?� Steve asked with no hint of emotion in his voice. �Yeah, you could say that.� �Don�t you find that the least bit convenient?� �I have my suspicions, but what do you mean by convenient?� �Oh, my boy, deep down, somewhere in the bottom of your being you know exactly what this old kook beside you means. Too bad that deep down part of you was pushed deeper with time and accusation.� Martin said, his voice not raising or changing its tone once. �I do, do I? Heh, really. And what makes you think you know exactly what�s going on yourself?� �Well, Mr. Harvor I�ll tell you. No human is born stupid, though our years of constant lingering in a world of ignorance waters down our intellect. We all have the capacity to increase the power of our own thoughts by simply allowing it to happen, to pander things is a gift. Though deep down no one can be completely sure of anything, most of us seem to be sure of everything, not doubting anything we see. Taking the words of others instead of trusting ourselves, that is our tragedy.� The old man�s hand reached up and stroked his own chin. �My friend, you are much like me, you have witnessed what few have never even spoke of. You have a understanding with in you, that not even you know about.� �What the hell is that suppose to mean old man? I don�t need no golden oldie telling me what I�m thinking.� �I am not implying that you are thinking anything, Mr. Harvor, I am implying that you know something, as I do, and that thing you know has a lot of people scared.� Martin said, no muscles in his face breaking for a moment, his mind, aged like a fine wine and ripe with more knowledge then nearly any living creature on the planet. �You have any idea why you where recruited? Why your buddy is such a high ranking officer when he could barely load a gun with out shooting off his own toe?� Jet stood there, his gaze growing dark as he glared down through the glass. �Like I said, I have my suspicions.� Martin shook his head. �You have no idea do you, you know Mr. Harvor, they are scared of you. They are scared of what you know, and if what you know gets out� well lets just say that it would pretty much shut down this little facility we are in right now.� �I know nothing more then you know, Martin, this place is the only secret I have.� �Your wrong Mr. Harvor, how wrong, you may never know. But just for the record, I will clue you in to a little mutual truth.� Martin said, his expression finally changing to that of a smile for a brief moment before his lips fell back to their constant state of bitterness. �You know why the worlds countries have funded this organization?� �Animal control�� �You could say that, but the most expensive cage wont change the blood thirsty heart of a jaguar. Animal control is just a nice way of damming a river bound to burst. Godzilla is not something that can so easily be extinguished, you know, and I know it.� Jet didn�t even reply. �But you know something, you saw a side of the beast that no other creature ever witnessed. You saw the compassion in the beast, and for that, you have the understanding of a God.� �Yeah right.� �You see Mr. Harvor. In my many years I�ve come to a realization, once the deep dark void of ignorance opened up and let me see the light. My mind was liberated from primitive thoughts, like man kind was the only, and ever. And I dismissed the thought that Godzilla is a menace to mankind, but more like a great equalizer to all existence. Something born or created to teach any entity that life, above all will prevail over death.� �Touching�� Jet said a little disgusted. �I see your sarcasm plainly, but you know what I am talking about. The beast prevented you from becoming just another number in a statistic, a forgotten rent a soldier in a unjust military. He gave you an understanding, he blessed you with something.� Jet couldn�t respond right away, he had to think for a moment. �He gave me a trailer in the middle of the fucking desert and a mentally unstable brand on my ass.� Martin shook his head. �He gave you more then you currently deserve, I can see that. Jet, the reason why they enlisted you here is not for sure. But I can tell you, Mr. Harvor that it was more then for you to gain you revenge. Oh indeed, it was much more then that. They are afraid of you. You know, what I know to be true, you just haven�t let it settle in. But the moment you do, you will become of free mind. Once you realize what you are, and how much power you own. And that terrifies them.� �Who is this they you keep talking about? Senile old man.� �Even I am not for sure who they are, but they built this facility, they enlisted the help of the very scientist that created that hunk of Junk you are going to be piloting. They are above the government, and they too know what Godzilla really is� and they do not want acquiring this knowledge..� �If you know what he is, and I know what he is, why haven�t they killed us?� Jet said doubtfully. �They know what he is, I just don�t think they completely understand, not like we do.� Martin replied, his eyes fixated on Jet�s ever doubtful face. �Mr. Harvor, have you ever read the bible?� Jet calmly replied �No, I don�t buy into bullshit.� �One with out fear, the Leviathan, the king of the majestic beasts. The master of all creatures, the great equalizer. Godzilla is not a monster that randomly attacks different parts of the world, he is a creature drove by a greater will to punish those of us who over step our bounds. You find it a little convenient that Tokyo was burnt to the ground the moment a young scientist discovered an a devastating weapon?� It took a moment for Jet to comprehend what Martin had just implied. �So Godzilla is God�s way of punishing man for building death traps?� �In a sense, you could say that, and then again you could just simply say he is a creature as old as time its self, a beast that has outlived any other creature in known existence. A monster drove by instinct, to destroy anything that threatens his existence, or threatens the existence of life its self.� �Heh, yeah sure old man. But you forget. That damn monster took everything I had, and almost stole my sanity. Waiting up at nights wandering why the damn thing didn�t fry me like it did others in the past. So�� Jet swallowed, an anger building in him. �So what Mister Harvor? You are going to kill it with the UN�s fancy toy?� Jet paused. �I don�t know what I am going to do, Martin. I guess� I guess I just. I just want answers okay?� Martin smiled again. �We all want answers Mister Harvor, but little of us make the effort to try to answer our many questions with the capacity of our own mind. So much is wasted, very little is ever used. Search with in your soul Jet Harvor, you will find your answers there� though I fear by the time you discover the truth� it may be too late for all of us.� With that said, the old man who had survived the most brutal assault of any creature left, walking away into a dark hallway his hands behind his back and his chin level. A man wise beyond his years. Jet didn�t take his eyes off the glass before he sighed, deep with in him the innocent scared child that was never allowed to enter the free world through out Jet�s entire life stirred his emotions. |
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