The Duo of Incident.

Chapter 1: "life's been good."

As you pass over ValleyCliffe Canada, you're sure to see a few things: Barber shops, Juke joints, Neon colored restaurants, Elderly men and women lagging along ValleyCliffe's numerous Park trails... But, behind the average-looking town, there was something none of the town knew about, or assumed was only rumour. ValleyCliffe Ballistic Defense Station , Fort-Casanova. This puppy was closer than most of the town knew or ever thought .On the largest bluff overshadowing the drowsy town, inlays a metal cylinder that is as tall as a small skyscraper , It's blast doors lay shut, covered in ornamental grass ...

Now! on to what's going on, It was a pleasant wednesday afternoon in ValleyCliffe, where Guy Picard, arrived in the breakroom at his job in, you may have guessed it, Fort-Casanova. Now , Guy had a friend and colleague named Joe Stanza, neither of em' shuffled through the corrugated halls , arms filled with notebooks and manila folders, frantic and busy. There was never any late night researching, never any labcoats. Joe and Guy, cleaned up the crumbs in the breakroom, refilled soap dispensers, wore blue jumpsuits, and did all the "Dirty work" in that ol' silo.

Bound to secrecy , Guy and Joe never told a soul they worked in a metal cylinder, and peaked every now and again at a Nuclear missile that lay asleep, the " Big-Thunker" Guy often called it. Guy walks the halls with Joe day in and day out, washing , watching what most would conceive as " the dirty work, of the government"... Didn't bother Joe nor Guy much, they liked their jobs as Janitors.

"I swear , one of these days... i'm gonna' ask her out for a spin at the joint, I swear I will!" , Joe exclaims from atop of the aluminum table he was sitting on, Guy chuckles back " HA ! I doubt i'll live to see the day you grow an actual pair of balls Joe. " Guy pokes back, as he swigs from a Coca-Cola, leaned back against one of the concrete walls of the ventilated breakroom, that lays 75 feet below the surface of the earth. " Kiddin' Joe, You'll get her eventually." Guy tells Joe with wave of his glass bottle, its contents slurring against the cold walls of glass. " hey, hear about, uhhh, I think I heard it was the 'Annual Defensive Protocol Inspection' coming up here for the silo in three weeks ?" Joe asks Guy " Yeah yeah, Curious stuff there... Gives me the chills seeing the workers pretend to have to actual launch that thing. You know? " Guy answers back, slight concern in his eyes.

A pause between the two sinks as Joe exclaims " ... All they'd have to do is, just push that button during the inspection, and--" Joe waves his hand up , imitating an explosion "-- You know?" Guy throws his now empty bottle away and leans off the wall back onto his feet, " Yeah, I know . " Guy chuckles and jokes " Yeah, and we'd have one big mess to clean up. " A bell rings in the break room and echoes through the concrete and steel walls of the silo, letting workers know break 2 is over and break 3 is now in commencement. With that, Joe and Guy leave the room through the it's only Dark blue steel plated door.

Into the hallway Guy and Joe shuffle past three incoming scientists , each passing by to enter the break room, each drawing hands into pockets to find their boxes of cigarettes. Each smoking to alleviate the stress of their nine-to-five. Joe and Guy never smoked, which was odd considering what they saw in detail each day. But they never seemed to mind. "Hey Joe!" Guy yells. "What!?" Joe shoots back, peeking his head up from his work. " Hey, wanna go get a drink after work , here in a bit?" Joe nodded, then put the rag he was using down and responded "Yeah, that sounds real good about now ." Then went back to work.

So, soon after , Joe and Guy exited the doors of the silo via elevator, and hopped in their cars, headed on their way to the SpringTap, Bar and grill. The fluorescent streetlights of that drowsy town illuminating the rugged streets, dim lights of closed stores shining faintly as they drove by. Soon, they had arrived and pushed the darkwood door open as the scent of smoke and stale liquor flooded the nostrils of the duo , they were at ease. Guy let out a grinned sigh, " Bar stools?" Guy asked, then stated "Maybe we'll get laid tonight." Guy spoke under his breath, then chuckled to himself as he passed Joe. "right." Joe nodded.

Then they bought a drink each.