Nov 30, 2007 11:54
U.S.A. again, this time in Alabama. No, we haven't been hired to toss out some corrupt county sheriff, or save a farmer's buxom daughter. God, you people watch too much Dukes of Hazzard.
We are involved in breaking up a terrorist cell, of all things. It didn't start out that way. It started out with us getting a call from a missle specialist who was being blackmailed to provide info to...well, better not tell you. It will just give you nightmares. Anyway, the blackmailers were linked to this group of terrorists, and we've found out that they are pretty close to constructing a dirty bomb. You know we can't let that happen, even if we don't get paid extra for fixing it. But now the question is, what does one do with a barrelful of weapons-grade plutonium? I mean, it's in a lead-lined barrel, so we can't just carry it off somewhere. We can't dump it in a river or bury it in a pasture.
Oh great, Hannibal is looking up the number for the Nuclear Regulatory Commission in the local phone book. This should be good...