Monday Menu
  • Breakfast: Pancakes, Sausage, Bacon, Eggs-how-you-like-‘em, fruit salad
  • Lunch:  Thai!  Chicken Satay, Vegetarian Kari Puf, Som Tam Salad, Tom Kha Gai Soup (Shrimp or Chicken), Pad Thai and Pad See Ew.  Sticky Rice and Mango for dessert.
  • Supper:  Chinese!  Crispy Egg Rolls, Sesame Cold Noodle Salad, Hot and Sour Soup, Egg Drop Soup, Crispy Beef, General Tso’s Chicken, Pork Lo Mein, Steak with Green Peppers.  Choice of Fried or White Rice.  Honeyed Mandarin Oranges for dessert, plus a Fortune Cookie. 

A steel panel slipped out of place revealing a number pad and biometric scanner. The access code was simple to remember, for him any way and the jab from the biometric scanner, while always a bother, was over quickly.

~Zingari, Alastor Eugene. Acting Director, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, Exo-Armored Division, Security Level Six, Access Granted~

The large metal door next to the panel hissed and slid to the side. Stepping inside the door slid shut behind him as lights began switching on. The room was a playroom for technophiles, from soldering irons to arc-welders, equipment for creating crystallographic databases, computer hardware that would make any gamer weak in the knees, and enough weaponry to start a few wars in some third world countries. None of that was of importance at the moment, what was, was a twelve foot tall angular pod that looked like some sort of orbital insertion device you might see in a Science Fiction film or game.

~Welcome back Agent Zingari. How may I be of assistance?~ The voice echoed faintly in the otherwise empty room from speakers stationed about and Alastor’s own earpiece. “Activate the suit ALICE. Authorization Nine Five Zeta Delta Kappa, full combat scenario.” The pod shuddered and hissed as the front split down the center and butterflied open. The suit inside opened as well, the back separating in key locations to give the Agent a point of entry.

~Shall I load the secondary armament sir?” Alastor nodded as he pulled off his uniform and tossed it onto and empty table. “Yeah, air-burst rounds, probably going to be swatting flies.” He stepped up to the suit and took a deep breath slid his arms into the suit and stepped in himself. There was a series of whines and clicks as mechanisms pulled the suit closed around him.

It was a disconcerting sensation, like having a tomb sealed around you, and for a moment it left him in pitch darkness with nothing but his own breathing ringing in his ears, then it came to life.


A.L.I.C.E. OS Ver. 675A32.8

SHIELD Exo Suit Mark-I Variable Threat Engagement Suit


ARC Reactor Online

Sensors and Environmental Controls Online

Weapons and Electronic Counter Measures Online

All Systems Online

The HUD around him sprang to life, detailed information about the environment around him beyond the walls a wire form of room and beyond, the equipment scattered around him, Agents moving about on their business in the hallways behind, everything was visible to him. Then came a momentary jolt of electricity as the suit made contact with the ‘circuit suit’ he wore under his uniform, an unrequired but useful device to aid him in piloting the suit.

~User control established~ Alastor flexed his shoulder, and felt the servos of the suit spring to life to match the motion so fast it was like it was part of him. He moved his fingers, then both arms, and when he was satisfied he took a step back out of the storage pod into the Armory. The HUD shifted to standard navigation, a top down map of the local area on the Helicarrier appeared in the lower left corner.

He turned and headed to a recess in the wall, which slid open to reveal a large, reinforced elevator as he approached. “Agent Hill, this is Zingari. I’m suited up and about to head up to the flight deck. Sorry it took so long but I was on the other end of the Helicarrier. I’ll be on standby if something happens. Keep me in the loop.” The door of the elevator slid shut and the whole unit shuttered as it began its ascent through the Helicarrier leaving Alastor alone for a moment with nothing but his memories of the Skrull invasion, and the soft hum of his suits reactor.