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Squad Stores: Task Force X #0
Your Friendly Neighborhood Task Force
By Lois Lane.
When I woke up yesterday morning, with the birds chirping delightedly and the sun beaming down upon our bustling, thriving city, I expected a number of things to happen in roughly the same order they do every day. I would wake up, have breakfast with my darling Husband and son, grab my double-tall espresso at the CC Jitters down the street from The Daily Planet, and show up three minutes late, which for me, is right on time. What I did not expect yesterday, and what I’m sure many of you, dear readers, did not expect while shopping and working and dining downtown, was that a forty-foot dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurs Rex to be precise, would come barreling down main street, swatting cars with its tail and regrettably, devouring some of the unluckier passer-by. However, this colossal creature did not get far, it was soon felled, not by Superman as one in this fair city would expect, but by a whole-new group of government do-gooders. This crack team of all-American GI’s tranquilized and secured the beast in record time, and will soon return it to it’s island home.
After this chaotic event, I was able to speak with one of these courageous heroes, a woman who introduced herself by the name of Doctor Karin Grace. Doctor Grace, a lithe, cheerful woman, was all too happy to have a chat with me while her compatriots loaded the behemoth into a truck. She introduced them to me as they worked. There was Doctor Hugh Evans, team pretty boy with what I’m told is a very sizable brain, and an adrenaline-junkie attitude to match. Doctor Jess Bright; a physicist and chess-player by nature, Jess is never without a plan in mind. And finally, the leader of this little band, Colonel Richard Flag. Weapons master and a known military man whose honorable deeds run the length of my arm.
“It’s really very simple,” Doctor Grace told me when I asked how they managed to subdue this forty-foot fiend, “it takes fifteen milligrams of Etorphine to knock out an elephant, and your average adult male elephant weighs seven tons. So, Jess figured size that up accordingly to the weight of a T. Rex, and boom, you’ve bagged your prize!” When I asked how much Jess estimated how much sais T. Rex weighed, Doctor Grace laughed and replied, “a healthy number of elephants, Lois!”
Doctor Grace regrettably had to end our little chat there, but before her and her brigade ran off to take Rexy home, I managed to ask what the public should call this squad of dinosaur-wranglers. Doctor Karin Grace was happy to suggest that readers, “Just call them
TASK FORCE X.”
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Squad Stores: Task Force X #0
Your Friendly Neighborhood Task Force
By Lois Lane.
When I woke up yesterday morning, with the birds chirping delightedly and the sun beaming down upon our bustling, thriving city, I expected a number of things to happen in roughly the same order they do every day. I would wake up, have breakfast with my darling Husband and son, grab my double-tall espresso at the CC Jitters down the street from The Daily Planet, and show up three minutes late, which for me, is right on time. What I did not expect yesterday, and what I’m sure many of you, dear readers, did not expect while shopping and working and dining downtown, was that a forty-foot dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurs Rex to be precise, would come barreling down main street, swatting cars with its tail and regrettably, devouring some of the unluckier passer-by. However, this colossal creature did not get far, it was soon felled, not by Superman as one in this fair city would expect, but by a whole-new group of government do-gooders. This crack team of all-American GI’s tranquilized and secured the beast in record time, and will soon return it to it’s island home.
After this chaotic event, I was able to speak with one of these courageous heroes, a woman who introduced herself by the name of Doctor Karin Grace. Doctor Grace, a lithe, cheerful woman, was all too happy to have a chat with me while her compatriots loaded the behemoth into a truck. She introduced them to me as they worked. There was Doctor Hugh Evans, team pretty boy with what I’m told is a very sizable brain, and an adrenaline-junkie attitude to match. Doctor Jess Bright; a physicist and chess-player by nature, Jess is never without a plan in mind. And finally, the leader of this little band, Colonel Richard Flag. Weapons master and a known military man whose honorable deeds run the length of my arm.
“It’s really very simple,” Doctor Grace told me when I asked how they managed to subdue this forty-foot fiend, “it takes fifteen milligrams of Etorphine to knock out an elephant, and your average adult male elephant weighs seven tons. So, Jess figured size that up accordingly to the weight of a T. Rex, and boom, you’ve bagged your prize!” When I asked how much Jess estimated how much sais T. Rex weighed, Doctor Grace laughed and replied, “a healthy number of elephants, Lois!”
Doctor Grace regrettably had to end our little chat there, but before her and her brigade ran off to take Rexy home, I managed to ask what the public should call this squad of dinosaur-wranglers. Doctor Karin Grace was happy to suggest that readers, “Just call them
TASK FORCE X.”
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And it begins. Roll title credits.