Ice Twisters Page #6

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- 39 hours.

- Okay.

I think we have all the proof

we need. Time to pull the plug.

Uh, sir, there's a problem with that.

What's that?

They aren't responding

to any commands.

I don't care.

Shoot them outta the sky.

I don't need these storms

hitting a populated area.

These things are all over the place.

Whoa.

My God!

We're not sure where these storms

all are coming from...

Put up a

Okay, look at me for a minute.

Alright.

- Okay. Feel pretty good about it?

- Yup! Yeah, I think so. Let's do it.

Okay.

Oh, crap.

We got company. Hide!

Hide? I thought you said

no one goes to jail for this!

Yeah, with this...

maybe. It's just... the breaking and

entering part, I'm a little iffy on, okay?

- I'm not hiding.

- Is it?... look...

look at the truck it says FSF,

that's Federal Special Forces.

Are you doubting me?

- It looks closed.

- The news is never closed.

Hello? Anybody in there?

Would you hide? Hey!

Special Forces? Really.

Look at the truck.

I don't think anyone's here.

See?

Where's the station manager?

Uh, not here.

Who's in charge?

So who are you?

Eric.

Hey, you're Charlie Price!

Ash, it's Charlie Price.

Yeah, yeah, it's Charlie Price.

Hi. Wait a minute.

Who are you again?

We're from the...

university.

We're supposed to be doing

an interview with him...

but... there's some

crazy weather going on outside,

it took our car,

we were stranded...

Any of you guys see

what's going on?

So, neither of you two

work here?

Yeah, they co-host the nightly news.

Try the phones.

Oh, don't bother,

they're dead.

- Sorry.

- We already tried.

Uh... satellite feed's

up and running.

Working on it.

Gary, put the Doppler

and start tracking the storms.

What're you doing here?

Well, we were late

to your book signing...

so we decided to try to catch you here.

Um... we got this crazy footage, Mr Price.

Yeah, like something

outta one your books.

Footage?

You mean you taped it?

Yeah, we were just getting ready

to put a piece together.

Uh, where would that tape be?

- That's it right there.

- Oh, great. Thanks.

- Gee, that's my tape.

- Not any more.

Hey, you can't do that!

Who are you guys?

She's right, you know.

You can't do that.

Reestablished contact.

Give him back that tape.

So, order them down.

I told you I've got contact,

I didn't say we're in control,

we're still locked out.

What about the storms?

How long do we have?

Uh... from the looks of it,

I'd say only a few hours.

- A few hours before what?

- Nothing.

You guys testing some kind

of crazy weather program?

Gary, can you get

those things down?

- Back off. I'm trying.

- We don't have time.

- What do you have on the tape?

- I'm right. Right?

What's on your mind, Charlie?

Can we get this Frank on the line?

It's time to take back control

of the situation.

How do you plan

on doing that?

I don't know.

I'm writing this as we go.

Thank God you're alive, we've

been trying to reestablished contact.

We're not all alive, Frank.

People are dead. Phil is dead.

And Frank, if our calculations

are correct in about two hours...

massive storms are gonna hit Portland

and Seattle and a lot more can die.

- Yes, we know.

- You know?

When we lost contact we tried

to abort but we couldn't.

So, what're you doing about it, Frank?

Relax, Jo. We have ordnance on

the way to take them out now,

I understand that you've

been through hell and back...

but we have no choice, we have to

terminate the project in its entirety.

I'm sorry, Jo, Damon.

I know how hard you've worked,

we'll talk about this when it's over.

Damn him.

Well, it's all over now.

He's hiding something.

This is Frank.

Project Rain Dance is a success.

We're terminating

the storm sequence.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's done.

They're down.

Seraphs are gone.

What's a seraph?

- You okay?

- That's a stupid question.

I was close, Charlie.

I know.

But I feel like

I'm back at square one.

So much time wasted.

It wasn't wasted.

You made great strides.

You advanced the field.

You're gonna do

great things, Joanne.

But I should've know better, right?

Not necessarily.

Even as bad as this is, Charlie...

no matter

what you think of me,

the reality is progress

doesn't fund itself.

No, it doesn't, does it?

The question is,

is this progress?

Whoa, what do you mean?

Frank didn't lock you out as a

precaution or as a safety measure...

he wanted to see something,

he wanted to see how powerful

these storms would get.

They used you.

They hijacked your research

and they used both of you.

What?

It's not breaking up.

- What do you mean?

- how can that be?

It's actually getting worse.

It's headed

straight for Portland.

How can it be getting worse?

The match is gone

but the fire's still lit.

The reaction's perpetuating itself.

That's outrageous. The seraphs are down,

the storms are gonna burn themselfs out.

- And if it doesn't?

- How could it be not.

What're you talking about, Charley?

What do you mean, if it doesn't?

- The eye of Jupiter.

- What?

Brace yourselfs, people. I think the writer

is cracking another can of zero gravity.

I don't care what you think.

This storm won't dissipate.

The eye of Jupiter's

lasted 300 years.

It draws it's power source

much like the ones you've created.

If I'm wrong, this storm dies out.

If I'm right, we could've stopped something

that's gaining the momentum...

to kill thousands,

maybe millions of people.

But we took down

the seraphs, Charlie.

Oh, guys, I hate to add

to the... sense of panic here,

but these storms

are rapidly gaining in size.

What do you mean

they're not stopping?

The seraphs are down, right?

Somehow the storms are still gaining

momentum. This isn't over.

It's Frank again.

The cells have gotten worse.

How is this possible?

We're trying

to figure that out right now.

I'm offering help I can give.

I just need to know what that is.

Would've been nice

a few hours ago.

Uh... hello Frank...

Eric here.

You know, in the, uh...

critically acclaimed book "Ionos-Fear".

The, uh... the mercenaries

take over H.A.R.T...

and they shoot holes

in ozones. Cool?

Um... maybe you could

drown these storms like that?

Wow, Eric,

that's a real sweetener.

I'm sure Mr. Price thanks you for reading,

but it would be best if you didn't speak.

Actually, the kid's right.

Who the heck is talking?

They picked up a few people

along the way. It's Charlie Price, Frank.

The author?

No, Tin-man.

But theoretically,

that's what we should do.

Heat up the upper atmosphere...

expand the upper air masses

to a point where we could...

cut off the power source

completely.

This just keeps getting crazier

by the second.

Is that possible, Joanne?

Theoretically.

Yeah, I mean,

the H.A.R.T facility is real.

Hey, it's really far away.

It's in Alaska.

Well, actually, the university

has a high altitude array.

It's a smaller facility

but it's similar to H.A.R.T.

I just need to know,

if something like that would work.

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