Chapter 1.1 – Recruitment
Canada’s Elite Headquarters, somewhere in Southern Ontario.
Several levels below ground level, in the holding cells sit Max and Steven, both unaware of what is going to happen to them. Max risked his years in the Canadian Air Force to bring his long time family friend Steven Soto, who calls himself Red Dragon, out to fight along with the Canadian G.I.Joe team. After that they were escorted back to the base, where they have sat for two days. They have only seen one guard who brings them their food. The cell has a bunk bed, table, two chairs, toilet and sink with a half wall around the washroom area.
“Man, if I wasn’t worried before I am now.” Max moans, lying on the lower bunk. “They haven’t even brought us any clean clothes, or clothes period. I’m not partial to sitting in the same boxers for...how long now?”
“A couple days I guess.” Steven responds, sitting in a chair that he’s pulled up to the cell bars.
“And dude, what is with you wearing bikini briefs?”
Steven looks over at Max. “We’ve been here together for two days and now you ask me?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure how to approach it.”
“I wear them because they give me the least restraint.”
“Boxer briefs give the same comfort, and support.” Max jokes.
“Just be glad I don’t go commando.”
“Dude.” Max tosses his pillow at Steven. “Man you’re parents are going to kill me.”
“I doubt that, why do you think I’ve gotten into so much trouble.”
“Yeah, even when you’re trying to do something good trouble follows you.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever I can to get you out of this.”
“Man, I hold a higher rank than you do and I doubt I can get myself out of this.”
Steven lowers his head. “I’m so sorry.”
“It's okay man, I should have known better, guess I was looking for some excitement myself. I should have just dropped you off there and left.”
“No, I mean...you’ve always been like a big brother to me.”
Max gets up from the bed walking over to Steven putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it we both got ourselves into this.” He smiles at Steven and pats him on the side of the face. “Man, you barely even have any stubble, how often do you shave?”
Steven perks up looking down the hall. “Someone’s coming.”
Fallout approaches the cell with two base guards dressed in two tone grey camouflage. Fallout holds a key card in his hand. “Alright ladies, time for a shower.” He says swiping the key card and opening up the cell. He directs the two out and further down the hall to a large tiled room. “Okay, off with the shorts boys.”
The two do as they are told, Max looking around the drab light grey tiled room. “I don’t see any taps?” Max remarks.
“That’s because there are none.” Fallout tosses them a couple bars of soap and walks over to a fire hose that hangs on the wall. “This is going to be cold gents.” He turns the water on them hosing them down. “Better scrub up fast, I have things to do.”
Above in his office Lt. Storm sits with General Hawk, both discussing their two captives in the holding cells. Storm dressed in his red and grey camouflage pants and grey long sleeved shirt, Hawk in his civilian clothes.
“You have to be kidding me, one is too young and the other aided him which could get him court marshalled.” Storm says.
“Mr McNamara could have left Red Dragon behind, he didn’t. That shows dedication to your fellow soldier.”
“Steven was involved with the Earth Dawn group.”
“Was he not the one who gave you the information you needed to stop the toxin?”
“Yes.” Storm gets up from his seat and looks out the window at the bright blue sky. “Alright, if you think this is the best course of action.”
“I do.” Hawk smiles. “Trust me, having a ninja on the team isn’t as bad as you might think.”
Lt Storm laughs. “Yeah, but yours is a guy no one wants to mess with, Steven is young, brash, and reckless.”
“He might be, but he has a drive and desire to be part of something bigger. You can’t deny that.”
“I guess I can’t.” Storm thinks of his friend Zack, who left the team after being shot by General Singer.
Fallout tries not to laugh at the two guys who try to wash themselves while not dropping the soap or falling on their asses. He reaches for the tap shutting off the hose. “Okay ladies, that’s it.”
“Lieutenant Storm, Sir!” The two guards announce both saluting him.
Max and Steven both notice this and try to stand at attention without slipping on the soapy floor, or shivering from their cold shower.
“Are you finished here Fallout?”
“Yes Sir, the guys are all cleaned up.”
“Good, now give them their towels to dry off.”
“Yes Sir.” Fallout opens a cabinet pulling out two large white bath towels, handing them over to Max and Steven.
“Do you two understand the severity of the situation you are in?” Lt. Storm says walking towards a locked room. The two wrap their towels around them and follow him. “Mr McNamara, you revealed top secret information to a recruit with a history of trouble. Mr. Soto, even though you did aid us in stopping the Earth Dawn organization, you too violated protocol and used a friendship for personal gain.” Storm enters an access code that opens the locked door on the room where clothing is housed as well as medical supplies. “After thinking this situation over for a few days and seeking advice I’ve come to a decision.”
Both Max and Steven look at each other, both expecting to be court marshalled.
Lt. Storm opens up a locker handing them both a pair of red boxers, grey and red camouflage pants and boots, a white belt, and grey long sleeved shirts with the team logo on the shoulders. “Before you accept these, there’s a catch. You don’t exist, every record about you is wiped clean, and it’ll be as if you dropped off the face of the earth. You’re families cannot know about your new assignment, to them you’re still under your current regiment. Do you accept?”
“Yes Sir.” Steven says whole heartily.
Max sighs. “Yes Sir.” Relieved that his worst fears are over.
“Very well then, welcome to the Canadian G.I.Joe team gentlemen.”