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Hang Fire: An unexpected delay is encountered between a firearm being triggered and the initiation of the propellant.

East Texas Crisis Response and Rescue, Main Office
Wednesday August 16, 2006
Tyler, Texas

Corrin tapped a quick beat on the metal leg of the lobby chair, winching at the pain as static electricity hopped from him to the chair-leg each time; with renewed concentration (and less likely to fry the 'slate) he went over the application one last time before signing it. With that out of the way, Corrin let out a sigh of relief and got up and stood in line with the other applicants returning their styluses and e-slates to a rather bored-looking receptionist.

She didn't even look up, as he placed his slate on the growing pile of applications.  Stretching, he then made his way through the lobby toward the parking lot.

"Cor! Hey Cor!"

Corrin started as he heard his name called by a familiar voice, he turned to watch Thomas Wimbledon,  huffing and puffing from his effort to catch up to Corrin.

"Cor!" Thomas continued panting but with a grin from ear to ear on his face. "Glad I caught up with you!"

"You ok Thomas?"

"Yeah," Thomas wheezed, " Let me..*huff* catch my *huff* breath"

"Can you believe it, Tyler is getting it's own super hero team!" Thomas gushed as only an otaku-fanboy was able, "I mean, just the applications for support jobs were wicked cool!  Actual E-slates! That is so..."

"Wicked cool?" Corrin supplied.

"Very funny"

"Okay okay," Corrin grinned at his friend's enthusiasm, "It was slightly more interesting then filling out a paper application or shooting off one over the internet, I mean, do those ever even get looked at by a living person?"

"Probably not" Thomas chuckled, "What did you apply for, I applied to be a lab assistant!"

"Hoping to be involved in an accident that gives you superhero powers?"

Thomas visibly blushed and looked away and  tried to look nonchalant, but failed utterly.

"W-what about you" Thomas returned, hoping to get a similar admission from Corrin.

"Janitor, maybe entry level maintenance" Corrin answered with a shrug, "A job is a job and I need money."

"Wouldn't a brilliant gageteer/devisor like Dr. Yeager have robots or something for that?" The portly gamer ribbed good naturally.

"Dunno, probably,  but,  machines can go wrong" Corrin kidded, "Captain Edward A. Murphy isn't a philosophical genius for nothing!"

"Who?" Someone behind them asked, both turned around to see someone in a hoodie jacket that covered even the speakers face.

"Captain Edward A. Murphy of the United States Air Force," Thomas began as he fell into lecture mode, "Took a basic common sense belief and gave it, a basic form and name. He was working on a project to see how much deceleration a person could take--"

"Murphy's Law Ma'am," Corrin interrupted and clarified for the cowled newcomer, "If anything can go wrong, it will."

"Oh! that Murphy!" The cowled woman voiced in recognition, "Wait a minute, you mean, there was an actual Murphy?"

"Yes!" Thomas pounced, sensing interest in the subject. "Now before, Murphy made it famous it was just referred to Sod's law, as any old sod--"

"Thomas!" Corrin interrupted saving Thomas's intended audience, "Your pulling a Lieutenant Data!"

"Sorry!"

"It's not me you should apologize to," Corrin answered, then tilted his head toward the cowled lady.

"Huh? Oh...OH" Thomas started as realization hit, "Ah...Sorry Ma'am I tend to get carried aw--where is she?"

"Probably made a break for it," Corrin answered after glancing around and finding no sign of her.

"I guess she didn't like smart men?" Thomas grumped.

"More like smart-asses" Corrin chuckled with a mock Gibbs head slap.

"Oh fun-ny"

"I thought so." Corrin chuckled and herded the otaku out the door.

******************************************************************

Monday August 21, 2006

The tail-end of ZZ Top's Buck Nekkid startled Corrin from a sound sleep, then some other song that was too whiny to bear started playing so Corrin's hand shot to his clock-radio. Try as he might the Snooze button refused to be found and when he did find it he was greeted by a scream of electrical interference when his hand came in contact with the infernal device.  Corrin could almost feel the glee in the clock-radio as it denied him continued sleep; instead of shutting off the music (Now some band called Brass Monkey-butts or something) he somehow ended up hitting the sleep button!

Rather then deal with fifty-nine minutes of the stuff, Corrin forced himself fully awake and ran the timer down winching as the radio buzzed it's annoyance back at him.

Too awake to go back to sleep, Corrin sighed and reluctantly swung his legs over the side, and made his way to the bathroom.

Late summer East Texas humidity was already making the morning miserable, still, Corrin braced himself as he reached for the door handle and received pop of static discharge. Repeating the process two more times, Corrin was able to push the door open and take care of morning business.

Only to find the toilet full of chili, melted chocolate, and what looked like mashed potatoes but smelled nothing like them.

"Don't tell me..." Corrin moaned and set his face in his hands, "Feeeuuuck, I hate it when I Drick out!  What was I trying to do last night, take over the world with bad cooking?"

Grumbling at the wasted money, Corrin grabbed the plunger and began to flush-clear the toilet, then hastily followed it up by emptying his bladder.

The radio was back on, but this time it was tuned into one of the morning talk radio shows, subjects bouncing from the War in Iraq, to the latest  super-fight in New York, MCO conspiracies of vanished Mutants and why the "Mainstream Media" wasn't covering it.

Corrin only half-listened to it as he salvaged what was left in his fridge to make his breakfast.

[Note: Morning scene, shows Corrin dealing with his static electricity problem(Static Guard)/phone call for job interview, Interview, and MCO MID summons]

[Work in Progress]

Description
Hang Fire: An unexpected delay is encountered between a firearm being triggered and the initiation of the propellant.

East Texas Crisis Response and Rescue, Main Office
Wednesday August 16, 2006
Tyler, Texas

Corrin tapped a quick beat on the metal leg of the lobby chair, winching at the pain as static electricity hopped from him to the chair-leg each time; with renewed concentration (and less likely to fry the 'slate) he went over the application one last time before signing it. With that out of the way, Corrin let out a sigh of relief and got up and stood in line with the other applicants returning their styluses and e-slates to a rather bored-looking receptionist.

She didn't even look up, as he placed his slate on the growing pile of applications.  Stretching, he then made his way through the lobby toward the parking lot.

"Cor! Hey Cor!"

Corrin started as he heard his name called by a familiar voice, he turned to watch Thomas Wimbledon,  huffing and puffing from his effort to catch up to Corrin.

"Cor!" Thomas continued panting but with a grin from ear to ear on his face. "Glad I caught up with you!"

"You ok Thomas?"

"Yeah," Thomas wheezed, " Let me..*huff* catch my *huff* breath"

"Can you believe it, Tyler is getting it's own super hero team!" Thomas gushed as only an otaku-fanboy was able, "I mean, just the applications for support jobs were wicked cool!  Actual E-slates! That is so..."

"Wicked cool?" Corrin supplied.

"Very funny"

"Okay okay," Corrin grinned at his friend's enthusiasm, "It was slightly more interesting then filling out a paper application or shooting off one over the internet, I mean, do those ever even get looked at by a living person?"

"Probably not" Thomas chuckled, "What did you apply for, I applied to be a lab assistant!"

"Hoping to be involved in an accident that gives you superhero powers?"

Thomas visibly blushed and looked away and  tried to look nonchalant, but failed utterly.

"W-what about you" Thomas returned, hoping to get a similar admission from Corrin.

"Janitor, maybe entry level maintenance" Corrin answered with a shrug, "A job is a job and I need money."

"Wouldn't a brilliant gageteer/devisor like Dr. Yeager have robots or something for that?" The portly gamer ribbed good naturally.

"Dunno, probably,  but,  machines can go wrong" Corrin kidded, "Captain Edward A. Murphy isn't a philosophical genius for nothing!"

"Who?" Someone behind them asked, both turned around to see someone in a hoodie jacket that covered even the speakers face.

"Captain Edward A. Murphy of the United States Air Force," Thomas began as he fell into lecture mode, "Took a basic common sense belief and gave it, a basic form and name. He was working on a project to see how much deceleration a person could take--"

"Murphy's Law Ma'am," Corrin interrupted and clarified for the cowled newcomer, "If anything can go wrong, it will."

"Oh! that Murphy!" The cowled woman voiced in recognition, "Wait a minute, you mean, there was an actual Murphy?"

"Yes!" Thomas pounced, sensing interest in the subject. "Now before, Murphy made it famous it was just referred to Sod's law, as any old sod--"

"Thomas!" Corrin interrupted saving Thomas's intended audience, "Your pulling a Lieutenant Data!"

"Sorry!"

"It's not me you should apologize to," Corrin answered, then tilted his head toward the cowled lady.

"Huh? Oh...OH" Thomas started as realization hit, "Ah...Sorry Ma'am I tend to get carried aw--where is she?"

"Probably made a break for it," Corrin answered after glancing around and finding no sign of her.

"I guess she didn't like smart men?" Thomas grumped.

"More like smart-asses" Corrin chuckled with a mock Gibbs head slap.

"Oh fun-ny"

"I thought so." Corrin chuckled and herded the otaku out the door.

******************************************************************

Monday August 21, 2006

The tail-end of ZZ Top's Buck Nekkid startled Corrin from a sound sleep, then some other song that was too whiny to bear started playing so Corrin's hand shot to his clock-radio. Try as he might the Snooze button refused to be found and when he did find it he was greeted by a scream of electrical interference when his hand came in contact with the infernal device.  Corrin could almost feel the glee in the clock-radio as it denied him continued sleep; instead of shutting off the music (Now some band called Brass Monkey-butts or something) he somehow ended up hitting the sleep button!

Rather then deal with fifty-nine minutes of the stuff, Corrin forced himself fully awake and ran the timer down winching as the radio buzzed it's annoyance back at him.

Too awake to go back to sleep, Corrin sighed and reluctantly swung his legs over the side, and made his way to the bathroom.

Late summer East Texas humidity was already making the morning miserable, still, Corrin braced himself as he reached for the door handle and received pop of static discharge. Repeating the process two more times, Corrin was able to push the door open and take care of morning business.

Only to find the toilet full of chili, melted chocolate, and what looked like mashed potatoes but smelled nothing like them.

"Don't tell me..." Corrin moaned and set his face in his hands, "Feeeuuuck, I hate it when I Drick out!  What was I trying to do last night, take over the world with bad cooking?"

Grumbling at the wasted money, Corrin grabbed the plunger and began to flush-clear the toilet, then hastily followed it up by emptying his bladder.

The radio was back on, but this time it was tuned into one of the morning talk radio shows, subjects bouncing from the War in Iraq, to the latest  super-fight in New York, MCO conspiracies of vanished Mutants and why the "Mainstream Media" wasn't covering it.

Corrin only half-listened to it as he salvaged what was left in his fridge to make his breakfast.

[Note: Morning scene, shows Corrin dealing with his static electricity problem(Static Guard)/phone call for job interview, Interview, and MCO MID summons]

[Work in Progress]