| Film rolls on the midwest plains. Mountains brood in the distance, over a golden field of ripe wheat, and fluffy clouds drift in crystal blue skies. The focus tightens to down to a figure standing in the wheat. The powerfully built figure wears a set of blue chain mail trimmed in red and white. A deep male voice speaks: "Like the man who inspired it, the organization of Shield is dedicated to preserving the American way of life, from threats both within and without this great nation." The face is slightly indistinct. It's an actor, obviously, the man he's protraying may be aging well, but not this well. The camera spins slowly around him to pause and focus in on the shield he wears. Red, white, and red rings circle around the deep blue center that bears a single white star. "But now, more than ever, Shield, and it's founder need your help, the help of the American people. Every citizen owes a duty to protect our homeland, and we need your help now." Extreme closeup of a blue cowled brow; the blue mask framing a pair of clear blue eyes, narrowed in paternal concern. "There is a threat to each one of us, to our children, and our very way of life. The plague called the X-gene can be eradicated in our lifetime, if YOU stand with us. Now is the time. Watch your neighbors, your co-workers and your children." The camera cuts back to the shield, and slowly reverses it's spiral, until the figure squarely faces the camera, and points gravely out to the viewer. "It's up to you to prevent this contagion from spreading, and to protect your fellow citizens against the traitors among us who sympathize with it, and work to bring this disaster down on us all. He needs YOU to call if you know of anyone that we should be interested in." The camera moves in, to center on his stern face, and he nods briskly at the viewer. A number is flashed on the bottom of the screen. 1-800-4SHIELD. "The number is on your screen. Call now." On to Act Two Back to Main Page Back to Fanfics Back to Series Index |