Re: Well Look Who's Back! (M/L Teen) ch 30 5/21/11
Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 1:29 am
Eve: Yes, sometimes a mother has to overstep her boundaries and remind her children that what they are doing is unacceptable, regardless of their age!
Carolyn: Yes, hooray for Amy and so far little Zan seems to be pretty close to the truth, it's getting the adults to pay attention, which we are all guilty of doing occasionally ...
XAF RU208: Yep, so far life is good and I'm so happy you're happy about the guinea pigs...there's more you know!
Cardinal: You are closer to the truth than you realize...of course you've had me figured out since about chapter three or so with the pm's...
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Chapter: 30
The next day Max, Michael, Liz and Serena drove out to the site in the desert that Philip had purchased from the state of New Mexico. It was three acres right at the foot of the rock that housed the granolith and the Sr. Evans’ had promised the Forestry Dept. of the State of New Mexico that none of the improvements would deter from the natural environment. The contractor had agreed to meet them there at 9:00 a.m. and Zan disagreeably stayed with Diane and Isabelle. He thought it was important that he be there for Liz’s protection and Max and Michael assured him that they would take good care of her and then Liz explained that she could blast as good as Uncle Michael and Zan pouted.
Liz grabbed the little boy and held him to her and laughed.
“Zan Evans’! Don’t ever think that a stunt like that is going to work on me, ever. You will stay with your grandmother and your aunt. You will protect them if necessary and aunt Isabelle will help you if she has to. But under no circumstances do you pout…it’s not manly and it’s not handsome. Do you hear me?”
“Yes mom.” And Max had to leave the room. He couldn’t believe that Zan would try something like that…where in the hell did he ever see those actions and Michael and the rest of them stood in admiration of Liz. Boy she might be easy but a pushover? Never!
So they were there at 8:30 checking everything out and making decisions on the area and convenient access to the Granolith when a white pick up truck pulled onto the site and a very nice looking gentleman with a ball cap on his head got out.
“Good morning folks. Are you the Evans’?”
“That we are and you must be Mr. Parsons.”
“Just call me Jerry.” And he started shaking hands as introductions were made.
After the formalities had been met Jerry asked the group exactly what they were looking for and Max turned the discussion over to Liz and Serena.
“First off we are going to be doing biological testing and we want to be as far from civilization as possible. We are not doing anything that has to do with biological warfare or anything like that but we will be using some strange chemicals and therefore we felt that an underground facility would be the best way to go. We need a laboratory, a couple of rest rooms, a couple of bedrooms that we can use when we do around the clock testing and a couple of secure rooms for storing and locking serums. There has to be electricity obviously, for lighting, freezers, and refrigerators. A nice kitchen and cable for computers and also a sitting room with TV access for relaxation. Probably 7 to 10,000 square feet would be a comfortable size. We want it far enough underground in the event that if it would need to be destroyed in a hurry it would not cause any problems to the environment in any way. Is that possible?”
“Of course it’s possible, anything is possible, but it’s going to be expensive.”
Max’s turn…
“How expensive?”
“At least a couple of million, maybe more.”
“Fair enough. How soon can you start and how long will it take.”
“Well, I guess we can start digging next week but we’ll have to shore it up as we go and I need to know what you would like to use.”
“Something that will withstand ground shifts, sand storms and time in general.”
“Well then, how about steel. We’ll build you a building and measure how thick everything needs to be based on the depth of the structure. If we hit rock it would be great…we can blast and tunnel into a cave and work from there.”
“Is there anyway to ex-ray and find such a convenience?”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll check.”
“Thanks, now, as far as time.”
“Max, like I said…it’s hard to say.”
“Well, is three months doable?”
“That’s really pushing it.”
“Okay, draw up some plans and give dad a call. We’ll meet in his office and finalize the deal. In the meantime maybe I’ll make a decision on where we would truly like the structure to be built.”
“All right then. We’ll get together and make some decisions then.” With that they all got in their vehicles and drove off.
“What are you thinking Max?”
“I think we need to bring Zan out here and have him ‘think’ about this for us.”
“Now there’s a good idea. Why didn’t we bring him with us for this meeting?”
Michael wanted to know.
“Because we didn’t need his input yet and I’m certain we would have gotten it. Right now he seems to be listening to Liz more than anybody but he’s getting very pushy. None of you would recognize these changes except Serena and me but he is just a kid and doesn’t need to be in on everything.”
Then Liz stepped in, Max was talking about her son…although she had no idea what was truly going on here…
“You’ve got to lighten up Max. He’s a good kid and he’s usually right. We really need to listen to what he has to say, if he’s butting in and being non productive then we can stop him, otherwise let him alone.”
Max looked at Liz and grinned…
“Yes maam.” And Liz slapped his arm as they piled into the SUV. Max was hoping that she was starting to come around just a little…he’d take what he could get regardless of how long he had to wait.
*
When they got back to Roswell Serena had Michael drive her over to the Sheriff’s station to visit her John Doe’s for their daily dose. It was decided that a daily dose rather than a larger one every three days was the best way to go. When they arrived Jim had just started out of his office and smiled at the two travelers as they came in.
“Are you ready for your visit to the lock up Serena?”
“Yes Jim, as a matter of fact I am. How are they doing?”
“Quiet as church mice…they’ve been talking to each other quietly but other than that not a peep. They ate their breakfast and have been laying in their bunks watching the ceiling. No complaints.”
“Good. Shall we go then?”
“After you Jim.” Michael said as Jim led the way to the holding cell where the two men were located.
“Good morning guys, it’s time for your cocktail so to speak.” And Serena smiled. Michael went in first and stood next to the far end of the cell ready for any sudden moves and Jim was just getting ready to take his position at the door when John grabbed hold of Serena and Joe Wagner went for the hypodermic…Michael lunged for Joe and Valenti took his night stick and smacked John right across the back and the ‘skin’ was dust, leaving Serena standing there in a position of a head lock. Jim grabbed for her while Michael held Joe and Serena jabbed Joe good. No cotton swab of alcohol or anything else…just a jab and Joe settled down.
“You forget you were here before and we have pretty good memories Joe. I wouldn’t try anything like that again or you’ll end up exactly the same as your buddy. You’re going to be here for quite awhile so I would just settle down and enjoy the scenery because it isn’t going to get any better. Serena, how soon do you want to draw some blood for testing?”
“I’ll check in with Liz. I’m not sure where she wants to set up temporary facilities but we need to do something before three months. We can run tests on a cure and if we find one we’ll still need the lab to reproduce the product to send off to Antar. Maybe our friend here can carry the merchandise for us. I’m sure that, once we have the antidote, things will progress pretty fast.”
Joe Wagner just sat down and looked across at the empty bunk…that was a pretty dumb idea he thought to himself. Rath was right, they weren’t kids anymore. As a matter of fact, they were quite strong and very determined.
Jim Valenti Locked up the cell and went back to his office as Michael and Serena left the station house. Valenti had to come up with some release papers for John Doe Two. Why the hell these aliens had to be so damned contrary was beyond him. And he grabbed the tape from the camera down in the holding cell and started erasing some footage that no one needed to see. Max Evans sure brought a lot of baggage with him that’s for certain.
*
Carolyn: Yes, hooray for Amy and so far little Zan seems to be pretty close to the truth, it's getting the adults to pay attention, which we are all guilty of doing occasionally ...
XAF RU208: Yep, so far life is good and I'm so happy you're happy about the guinea pigs...there's more you know!
Cardinal: You are closer to the truth than you realize...of course you've had me figured out since about chapter three or so with the pm's...
*~*~*
Chapter: 30
The next day Max, Michael, Liz and Serena drove out to the site in the desert that Philip had purchased from the state of New Mexico. It was three acres right at the foot of the rock that housed the granolith and the Sr. Evans’ had promised the Forestry Dept. of the State of New Mexico that none of the improvements would deter from the natural environment. The contractor had agreed to meet them there at 9:00 a.m. and Zan disagreeably stayed with Diane and Isabelle. He thought it was important that he be there for Liz’s protection and Max and Michael assured him that they would take good care of her and then Liz explained that she could blast as good as Uncle Michael and Zan pouted.
Liz grabbed the little boy and held him to her and laughed.
“Zan Evans’! Don’t ever think that a stunt like that is going to work on me, ever. You will stay with your grandmother and your aunt. You will protect them if necessary and aunt Isabelle will help you if she has to. But under no circumstances do you pout…it’s not manly and it’s not handsome. Do you hear me?”
“Yes mom.” And Max had to leave the room. He couldn’t believe that Zan would try something like that…where in the hell did he ever see those actions and Michael and the rest of them stood in admiration of Liz. Boy she might be easy but a pushover? Never!
So they were there at 8:30 checking everything out and making decisions on the area and convenient access to the Granolith when a white pick up truck pulled onto the site and a very nice looking gentleman with a ball cap on his head got out.
“Good morning folks. Are you the Evans’?”
“That we are and you must be Mr. Parsons.”
“Just call me Jerry.” And he started shaking hands as introductions were made.
After the formalities had been met Jerry asked the group exactly what they were looking for and Max turned the discussion over to Liz and Serena.
“First off we are going to be doing biological testing and we want to be as far from civilization as possible. We are not doing anything that has to do with biological warfare or anything like that but we will be using some strange chemicals and therefore we felt that an underground facility would be the best way to go. We need a laboratory, a couple of rest rooms, a couple of bedrooms that we can use when we do around the clock testing and a couple of secure rooms for storing and locking serums. There has to be electricity obviously, for lighting, freezers, and refrigerators. A nice kitchen and cable for computers and also a sitting room with TV access for relaxation. Probably 7 to 10,000 square feet would be a comfortable size. We want it far enough underground in the event that if it would need to be destroyed in a hurry it would not cause any problems to the environment in any way. Is that possible?”
“Of course it’s possible, anything is possible, but it’s going to be expensive.”
Max’s turn…
“How expensive?”
“At least a couple of million, maybe more.”
“Fair enough. How soon can you start and how long will it take.”
“Well, I guess we can start digging next week but we’ll have to shore it up as we go and I need to know what you would like to use.”
“Something that will withstand ground shifts, sand storms and time in general.”
“Well then, how about steel. We’ll build you a building and measure how thick everything needs to be based on the depth of the structure. If we hit rock it would be great…we can blast and tunnel into a cave and work from there.”
“Is there anyway to ex-ray and find such a convenience?”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll check.”
“Thanks, now, as far as time.”
“Max, like I said…it’s hard to say.”
“Well, is three months doable?”
“That’s really pushing it.”
“Okay, draw up some plans and give dad a call. We’ll meet in his office and finalize the deal. In the meantime maybe I’ll make a decision on where we would truly like the structure to be built.”
“All right then. We’ll get together and make some decisions then.” With that they all got in their vehicles and drove off.
“What are you thinking Max?”
“I think we need to bring Zan out here and have him ‘think’ about this for us.”
“Now there’s a good idea. Why didn’t we bring him with us for this meeting?”
Michael wanted to know.
“Because we didn’t need his input yet and I’m certain we would have gotten it. Right now he seems to be listening to Liz more than anybody but he’s getting very pushy. None of you would recognize these changes except Serena and me but he is just a kid and doesn’t need to be in on everything.”
Then Liz stepped in, Max was talking about her son…although she had no idea what was truly going on here…
“You’ve got to lighten up Max. He’s a good kid and he’s usually right. We really need to listen to what he has to say, if he’s butting in and being non productive then we can stop him, otherwise let him alone.”
Max looked at Liz and grinned…
“Yes maam.” And Liz slapped his arm as they piled into the SUV. Max was hoping that she was starting to come around just a little…he’d take what he could get regardless of how long he had to wait.
*
When they got back to Roswell Serena had Michael drive her over to the Sheriff’s station to visit her John Doe’s for their daily dose. It was decided that a daily dose rather than a larger one every three days was the best way to go. When they arrived Jim had just started out of his office and smiled at the two travelers as they came in.
“Are you ready for your visit to the lock up Serena?”
“Yes Jim, as a matter of fact I am. How are they doing?”
“Quiet as church mice…they’ve been talking to each other quietly but other than that not a peep. They ate their breakfast and have been laying in their bunks watching the ceiling. No complaints.”
“Good. Shall we go then?”
“After you Jim.” Michael said as Jim led the way to the holding cell where the two men were located.
“Good morning guys, it’s time for your cocktail so to speak.” And Serena smiled. Michael went in first and stood next to the far end of the cell ready for any sudden moves and Jim was just getting ready to take his position at the door when John grabbed hold of Serena and Joe Wagner went for the hypodermic…Michael lunged for Joe and Valenti took his night stick and smacked John right across the back and the ‘skin’ was dust, leaving Serena standing there in a position of a head lock. Jim grabbed for her while Michael held Joe and Serena jabbed Joe good. No cotton swab of alcohol or anything else…just a jab and Joe settled down.
“You forget you were here before and we have pretty good memories Joe. I wouldn’t try anything like that again or you’ll end up exactly the same as your buddy. You’re going to be here for quite awhile so I would just settle down and enjoy the scenery because it isn’t going to get any better. Serena, how soon do you want to draw some blood for testing?”
“I’ll check in with Liz. I’m not sure where she wants to set up temporary facilities but we need to do something before three months. We can run tests on a cure and if we find one we’ll still need the lab to reproduce the product to send off to Antar. Maybe our friend here can carry the merchandise for us. I’m sure that, once we have the antidote, things will progress pretty fast.”
Joe Wagner just sat down and looked across at the empty bunk…that was a pretty dumb idea he thought to himself. Rath was right, they weren’t kids anymore. As a matter of fact, they were quite strong and very determined.
Jim Valenti Locked up the cell and went back to his office as Michael and Serena left the station house. Valenti had to come up with some release papers for John Doe Two. Why the hell these aliens had to be so damned contrary was beyond him. And he grabbed the tape from the camera down in the holding cell and started erasing some footage that no one needed to see. Max Evans sure brought a lot of baggage with him that’s for certain.
*