Pups At Chernobyl

Operation P.A.C.

Elsewhere in the world, the world was living on its own. The Soviet Union was around, the British Empire was bigger and stronger than Vietcong ambushes, and the Americas were on their own. But deep in the heart of the British Empire, in the country of Great Britain, lies a town that shares its name with the famous explosion in Canada. Though it's not massive in land size, Halifax was home to many wealthy owners, the birthplace of a landowner who became the first-ever modern lesbian and the famous 'Quality Street'. Dean Clough, once known as the world's largest carpet factory, was converted into a weapons factory in support of the empire's strength. In a grand Edwardian building, where most of the chairmen and commanders of the mills were based, news was brought to them that something had happened in the South West of Canada in Adventure Bay. A woman entered an office of a member of the chairmen.

"Mr Davies, there's been an accident in the South West of Canada, specifically nearby a town known as Adventure Bay." The woman said as she came in. Mr Davies was handed a paper whilst having the incident described to him. "Call in the administrators over the country, and invite the head professor." Mr Davies ordered as he handed the note back to the woman. "Yes, sir." She said and left.

4 hours since the explosion and the meeting had begun at mills. Inside one of the buildings, a young man walked into the building and up to the reception desk. He made a halt before the desk and waited for the receptionist to look up. "I'm here for the chair's meeting." The suited man stated. The receptionist checked his computer. "Name please?" The receptionist asked.

"Professor I. Legasov." He spoke.

As the fingers stopped typing, the receptionist slowly turned his eyes to the man. Pure shock swelled from his face. The receptionist shook his thoughts off and returned his eyes to the screen before the professor noticed he was staring.

"Room 815." The receptionist informed and the professor nodded. As the professor left the desk, the receptionist kept his eyes on the prof until he disappeared into the elevator. His mind was still left in the void. On the upper floors, as the professor walked down a corridor, other workers began to notice the professor walking by. He then knocked on the door which had a sign 'Room 815' engraved in gold on it. By the sound of silence coming from the other side of the door, footsteps grew louder toward the door, then a guard dressed in an army major's uniform opened the door and greeted the professor inside.

Stepping inside in conference room, there were other gentlemen sat around a long table. Around the room were other counties' flags, fully showing their colours. The professor sat down as the gentlemen continued to talk.

"Well, I can inform you, gentlemen, that the situation in Chernobyl is under control. The plant's director stated that the level of radiation is 3.6 roentgen per hour. It's an equivalent of a chest X-ray." Mr Davies stated. "But what about the citizens? Should they be concerned about the dangers?" Another younger gentleman asked. "No. We don't want to cause panic within the nearby town, which I was informed about, known as 'Adventure Bay.' Until the dangers and hazards have been contained, we'll then inform the people." An older gentleman informed. The older gentleman sat in the grand chair, seen by the other officials as the head, or director, of the chairmen.

"Any more questions before I call the meeting to an end?" The head asked. "There've been calls from Cambridge to send scientists, along with the World Health Organisation, over to the power plant to assess the situation there and declare immediate action after the investigation." A third gentleman stated.

The professor stopped in his mind of what he was doing and raised his pupils at some of the chairmen. "Cambridge will have to wait, but in the meantime, the empire will assess the situation. Anymore?" The other members and the professor sat in silence and was still.