Hey Guys! I went on a little hiatus. I have been busy with work, studies, and starting another blog. I don’t want to give up on The Foreigner though! I am really excited about things to come in the story. This chapter is the first one I have written from scratch (the rest are from Nanowrimo ’13) but I think I needed a little refresher and some creative room to breath. Anyway, on vis ze story!
Jessick sits leaned back in her chair with one foot propped on the corner of the table. The other guys sit around the table in varying degrees of boredom. One of them is wearing a lab coat, another has the same coat draped over the back of his chair. One of the soldiers on security detail, Lankford, is wearing a casual uniform–a grey shirt with the facility’s emblem, black slacks, and black sneakers. Tails and a couple other people in relaxed business attire are there.
Standing across the room from Jessick is Ted Montgomery; impressively tall and broad-shouldered, with handsome chiseled features, hidden by a long, sparce mustache and a short beard. And next to Ted is Gerard.
“Well this project is going really well,” he says dryly, and suddenly slams his fist onto the table.
“We have no funding, absolutely no results from that creature, and we are not allowed to interact with it because of–” he adopts a mocking tone, “–animal rights activists!”
The room is silent.
“Does anyone have any suggestions?”
“I do,” Jessick says, taking her foot down and sitting up strait. Ted’s mustache twitches. Gerard looks nauseated and says, almost through gritted teeth,
“Yes, Miss Sanders?”
“We need to capture the public’s attention,” Jessick says, standing up.
“You’ve mentioned this before,” Gerard interrupts wearily.
“Yes, and, I have the perfect plan.” She pulls a shiny photograph out of her back pocket and hands it to Gerard.
“Have you seen that photo before?”
He looks at her incredulously. “No, it looks like a blury squid. What does this have to do with anything?”
“Well, that picture is so fuzzy because it was taken on a cell phone,” –several people snicker– “and that squid is your specimin.”
Suddenly everyone is interested in passing around the picture.
“Holy shit,” Tails says.
“Do you remember a story on the news a little over twenty years ago about some guy going crazy in Scotland?” Most people in the room shake their heads or look at her blankly. Lankford’s eyes widen, and he perks up.
“Yeah! The crazy guy with the…”
“The alien,” Jessick says with a smile. “This picture is from his living room. It’s the picture that started the whole catastrophe… everyone was blowing up over this alien discovery, and then he went crazy and everyone forgot about it.”
“What are you trying to say? That he deserves credit, or…”
“No, Gerard, I am saying we should reunite Benjamin Taggart with his findings.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You want to sit around with no funding watching a squid that does nothing, or do you want to create the greatest story of our life time, capture the people’s interest, and get somewhere with this experiment?”
“Actually,” Ted perks up finally, “Your superiors gave us free reign with this project because they are also desperate to see something happen with this specimin. So if you really want to, you can try and argue, but–”
Gerard closes his eyes and pinches his nose.
“How do you intend to find this Benjamin character, and who is going to pay for him to stay here?” he asks without lifting his head.
Ted smiles at Jessick.
“You just let us take care of that. Funding will come from our end.”