Napoleon Solo: Part II
Looking back North on 17-S, the rain fell. This became apparent to Chack as the sky's gradient faded a dark grey as it fell into the earth. It became especially apparent as massive waves of rain pounded the back of his capsule like tiny asteroids, and as the forces that held him to the ground began to slacken, inertia became more of an issue, threatening to slide the aft of the car a bit too far on turns, unless obeyed and respected. But distance was on his side.
1:37 PM. Running parallel along a cemetery being buried under countless layers of rain, Icarus rides with wipers on full. Rounding a corner and drawing into a driveway, Chack walks through the rain those last steps, home.
1:49 PM. The rain dims and the sky brightens. An opening in the storm has appeared. Emerging from the house, a dark figure in a trench coat sits back inside his car. A key turns, and soon the engine follows. Meanwhile in the atmosphere, passengers in a plane overhead, looking straight down onto the world below, observe a small hole puncturing the clouds, revealing a few houses, some trees, a bit of a cemetery, and a white car sliding back onto the slick surface.
Under his breath, Chack mutters something about fast moving storms. The "Star Wars" Theme comes on rotation in his CD player. Thirty feet ahead, a massive wall of rain is about to smash into his windshield. The instant before this happens, a number of clicks turns the wipers on to full. Easing down to 25, the rain has destroyed what was behind him, and most of what lay ahead. The cemetery he runs parallel to is ominously dominated by a mausoleum covered by a veil of rain.
1:56 PM. McDonald's. The seventh consecutive fast food meal. Chack hasn't had a good meal since Butterscotch had her final animal crackers. A hand extends forth as a window lowers and grabs two cokes and two bags with two sandwiches, French fries, and chicken selects. Off and onto the highway. Loop around over the bridge, and fly straight into... peace. Suddenly the wipers serve no purpose, and like a fish stuck on the shore, are shut off after producing several stunned squeaks across the windshield.
2:08 PM. Delivery and Deus Ex Machina. No customers. Time to eat as the rain returns. Outside, minutes before arrival, an Oldsmobile station wagon and another car had also run into the storm on that street, and each other. The opposite of Chack's experience was present outside.
The rain hadn't been his enemy. He began to recollect his run-in with fate six months prior.
1:37 PM. Running parallel along a cemetery being buried under countless layers of rain, Icarus rides with wipers on full. Rounding a corner and drawing into a driveway, Chack walks through the rain those last steps, home.
1:49 PM. The rain dims and the sky brightens. An opening in the storm has appeared. Emerging from the house, a dark figure in a trench coat sits back inside his car. A key turns, and soon the engine follows. Meanwhile in the atmosphere, passengers in a plane overhead, looking straight down onto the world below, observe a small hole puncturing the clouds, revealing a few houses, some trees, a bit of a cemetery, and a white car sliding back onto the slick surface.
Under his breath, Chack mutters something about fast moving storms. The "Star Wars" Theme comes on rotation in his CD player. Thirty feet ahead, a massive wall of rain is about to smash into his windshield. The instant before this happens, a number of clicks turns the wipers on to full. Easing down to 25, the rain has destroyed what was behind him, and most of what lay ahead. The cemetery he runs parallel to is ominously dominated by a mausoleum covered by a veil of rain.
1:56 PM. McDonald's. The seventh consecutive fast food meal. Chack hasn't had a good meal since Butterscotch had her final animal crackers. A hand extends forth as a window lowers and grabs two cokes and two bags with two sandwiches, French fries, and chicken selects. Off and onto the highway. Loop around over the bridge, and fly straight into... peace. Suddenly the wipers serve no purpose, and like a fish stuck on the shore, are shut off after producing several stunned squeaks across the windshield.
2:08 PM. Delivery and Deus Ex Machina. No customers. Time to eat as the rain returns. Outside, minutes before arrival, an Oldsmobile station wagon and another car had also run into the storm on that street, and each other. The opposite of Chack's experience was present outside.
The rain hadn't been his enemy. He began to recollect his run-in with fate six months prior.
Session Completed By:Chack at 9:00 PM
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