Since the last mission, things went awry. After the blackhawk took off from the LZ with the crown prince and rest of the spec ops unit, I was surrounded by the enemy; the same terrorist faction trying to cause a coup and responsible for the attempted kidnapping of the crown prince. I spent several months languishing in a POW camp. Much like my counterpart, Jack Bauer, I was tortured in an attempt to give up intelligence on the latest superhero, BLINDMAN. Lucky for me I knew nothing about him, except that he is a product of the second potion experiment.
The government did not forget about me. My GPS tracking filling in my mouth pinpointed my location by satellite. It took months to track it because every time they cranked up the microwave across the hall from my cell, the transmission broke [and they sure liked their 'hot pockets !!!' sung].
The only one who could get in to break me from the prison was BLINDMAN himself. His secret power, when he covers his eyes, NO ONE CAN SEE HIM. He can also cover my eyes and the same power is transferred to me. It made for interesting flying when we stole a MIG from the terrorist encampment.
We made it back to Langley and I am currently being debriefed. The psychiatrist says there is no permanent damage. The worst part of the ordeal was the radiation I absorbed from the transmitter in my mouth and the unfulilled desire for HOT POCKETS [sung].
Merry Christmas.....
TacCom out....
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Hot pockets? I'm guessing you've seen some TV commercials I haven't? Or is that just some more code?
Merry Christmas to you too. :)
GPS tracking FILLING?!? Interesting adventure. :)
Merry Christmas!!!
Hot pockets [sung]is back before most of the 'new generation'. You must remember, I have been in the 'business' or 'company' for some time. Also, I have had my fair share of hot pockets [sung]....
Oh, now I get what [sung] means! :D
my fav = hot pockets *sung
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! almost wet my pants
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