The Fighting Fathers: A "History" RPG IC Thread
Mt. Rushmore, South Dakota
Executive Branch Headquarters
1745 Hours Local Time
The door leading from the inner chamber opened with a soft hiss. Out of the door came Franklin Roosevelt, his electric wheelchair gliding soundlessly over the polished floor. He passed through the long corridor into the facility's rotunda. Inside, a bevy of junior agents and analysts scurried to and from their work stations. They all gave Roosevelt a wide berth as he passed by them. He swapped pleasantries with a few of the agents as he passed through the rotunda. Most of the traffic was due to the swap off of the day shift, which worked from six to six, swapping out with the night shift. Roosevelt came out of the rotunda and went down another long hallway to the shooting range. A loud boom came from inside the padded walls of the gun range. The electronic door in front of Roosevelt opened as he wheeled through into the room.
At the end of the range was Roosevelt's cousin. In truth, the man was his fifth cousin, and they had never been close, but there were blood all the same. Roosevelt watched as his cousin blew a chunk out of a paper target with the huge elephant gun in his arms.
"And what is the order of the day, Young Franklin," Teddy Roosevelt asked without looking away from his target. The gun kicked in Teddy's hand, another loud boom accompanying it. The paper target lost its head.
"I have a message from the Founders," Franklin said as he moved closer.
"And what, pray tell, is that message?"
"We have a mission."
Teddy looked away from his target and down at his wheelchair bound younger cousin.
"Bully," he said with a large grin. "Where would you have me?"
"In the conference room," said Franklin. "I will call the rest of the team together, and we will meet there."
Teddy placed his rifle down on the gun range and nodded at Franklin. Franklin wheeled out of the gun range and down the hall with Teddy in tow. A holographic display projected from Franklin's wheelchair and floated in front of him as he moved. It showed the current senior agents the Executive Branch had on active duty and here inside the Rushmore facility.
Franklin activated the communicator beacon with his mind and broadcasted his message to the four other men.
"Attention, your presence is needed in the conference room in five minutes. A briefing is imminent, gentlemen, please be prompt."