Ever had those days where something happens, good or bad and you just can't stop thinking about it? No matter how hard you tried? Or maybe something happened that you didn't intend to happen and you couldn't get it out of your mind for a bit? Of course you have, stupid question. Now, your probably going, "Ace, spit it the hell out." Not just yet, let me finish the story. After we recovered Tariq and came back to 29, I mentioned the mercs to Morningstar, showed him the recovered ID's and the pictures Mako had taken. He took everything I gave him, then locked us all out of the situation room while he met with the projects founders. I had a brief moment where I could picture Morningstar telling the founders that we had quickly become liabilities and ordering us killed off. When I told the others, they laughed and said I had written to much conspiracy and Mercury was outright offended, rightly so I suppose. I was accusing his Dad of something pretty stiff and I know if someone said my Dad was a traitor I'd be pretty pissed off myself. The secrecy made everything seemed a little spotty to me. Maybe it was too much Alex Jones, but still. I had that thought of living the story, not just the cool shit, in full. Over the next few days since the combat op, Anrett, Jayden and Mako had some pretty serious mental brake downs. Arnett was probably the worst, but it was all very even. Nina and I were up almost 24 seven because they would jump awake from the nightmares and it got to the point where Nina and I were so tired from taking care of them that we kept failing daily practice, causing our grades to suffer as a result. Here's a little brake down. Project Venom makes us practice from 9-12 every day, PT, Firearms, Combat drill, in that order. On each part, there are 100 points available. The better you are, the more points you score. Anything above a 65 is a passing, anything below is a fail. Nina and I had become so sleep deprived that we could barely hold ourselves up, to say nothing of running a course or handle firearms. It got so bad that Morningstar had the kids moved for two nights and put blackout curtains on our room in the barracks so we could sleep. Once we caught up we were all good. And...hehe...Nina and I had made things official in the past couple of days as well. And I know exactly where your mind is, no, it hasn't happened. Yet.
One morning, I was sitting in the lounge watching Nina play Fallout 4 and reading through comments on the last You Tube video I had uploaded before Project Venom
"Josh, R U Dead?", one of them read.
"When can we see some more of the Civic?"
"When are you doing another vid about the Civic?"
'Come on Josh! We neeeedddd more of the Civic."
"Moar Civic."
I sighed.
"Something wrong love?", Nina asked looking at my phone.
"My viewers on Short Throw Shifter are going nuts over the Civic", I said, "they always want more....but I can't exactly make a video about it."
"Why not?", she asked.
I sighed, "the whole dragon thing."
"Right", she answered setting her controller down, "have you thought about asking Morningstar if you can use the emitter to disguise yourself so you can keep making videos?"
"Thought yes", I said, "asked no. I doubt he'll let me touch it for anything besides business."
"Touch what?", Morningstar asked walking in with dominoes pizza, shorts and white shirt, "holy fuck is it hot out there. I brought pizza guys."
"Awesome", Mercury said jumping up, "thanks Dad."
"Hey Morningstar", I said, "is it okay for me to use the emitter so I can start making You Tube videos again?"
"On the condition you review my Veyron on a One Take", Morningstar said.
"Done", I said.
"It's in the armory", Morningstar said, "along with your personal firearm."
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Project Venom #Watty's2016
Science Fiction19 year old Josh Miller is your average social reject. Doesn't go out on the town, only has three friends, is pretty sure he won't make it in the world outside of the car modding scene and spends too much of his time stuck underneath his Honda Civic...