Chapter 6 - Mission Impossible

"Simpler to write and erase on a single piece of board. Making maps would need multiple pieces of paper and patience we don't have when up there."

"Perhaps when you're up there, in a strange land with the Enemy all around, shitting in your pants, you'd like to give it a try."

I've been to war mate. Stitching up men in the trenches as bombs exploded around me. I think I can handle notes and maps

"Okay guys, I need to let you in on a secret of mine, I am a horrible speller." Larry says with a look of slyness.

Charles starts rapidly jotting notes Perhaps we could bring small diving tanks to allow us to have brief conversations if needed? I shudder to think about trying to have a technical discussion with chalkboards. No offense sir Charles nods at Lang

I would agree. This seems incredibly flawed

"We need to move quickly and anything that slows us down can be fatal. There will be no need for technical discussion."

"Or time. Mr Abelard, are you sure these are the people for the job?" The younger man seems annoyed by your line of questioning.

"I don't need technical, I need to know what we need to blow up, beyond that I am good. So chalkboard with an arrow works good!"

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Technical would be helpful for the future

"The only technical thing I need to know is, will my gun work there and will explosives go bang?"

Mr. Riley, Mr. Lang. I apologize, I just worry that we might have need to have more in depth communication. I will not compromise the mission. Charles folds his hands on the table and listens attentively.

"Splendid , show him in would you "

Dr. Mallard is bothered by the complete lack of interest in information collection on the enemy and their technology, but stays quiet. He'll take as many notes as possible. Perhaps some newspaper will pay for the first installment f his epic serial based on the expedition.

Mr. Brown walks in the room. He glances at each of the men before smiling and nodding at Mr. Abelard. "Good evening, gentlemen. I'm sorry if I'm late." Ernest approaches a chair but doesn't sit yet, carefully placing a portmanteau on the floor. "So, where do stand?"

"Take a seat, Mr. Brown. Some of you may know Brown, his skills in Archaeology have aided us here on Earth and has expressed an interest in joining the mission as an observer, perhaps to identify anything in the city itself that will present clues of the previous civilsation."

Ernest takes a sit and looks around. As much as it seems that he is taking his time to look at each of the other investigators, he is actually looking for a drink, especially a cup of coffee.

"It is a pleasure to join you all in this job. This opportunity is, to say the least, amazing, incredible. I really hope that I can be of help."

Muldoon is sitting in the back of the room, again not really paying attention. These damn scientists, always getting in the way of a nice, clean, simple explosion, he thinks to himself, grumbling as Mallard and Wilson pepper the meeting with interminable questions, like a teacher's pet after the dismissal bell has rung. "Frankly gentlemen," he finally interrupts, loudly, "if you're so concerned about safety - the safety of going to the damn MOON, I might add - perhaps it's better for you to stay behind and perform your equations while the rest of us take care of the problem."

As Brown sits, Muldoon gives him a nod. The man seems a bit polite, but he at least looks like he's seen the sun in the past 6 months.

Brown nods back to Muldoon after listening to his words. He keeps silent for a few moments, thinking about Muldoon's statement. He isn't all wrong, he thinks to himself. Ernest takes a cigarrete of an inside pocket and turns to the other gentlemen. "Do you mind if I smoke here?"

He lights up the cigarrete just after asking, not actually waiting for an answer. They won't mind anyway. He takes a puff at his cigarrete and proceeds. "Well, gentlemen. I don't know on which feet are we on, but judging by Mister Muldoon's words, I'd say that you were discussing safety measures. Although I do not agree entirely with Mr. Muldoon, I must say that he's right on saying that we won't have all the safety that we need. We must be realistic. What do we have for now?"

Brown looks specially to Mr. Abelard after his question, since he's the one who's going to finance the mission.