I just want you to tell you good luck, we're all counting on you.
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y CHRISTOPHER CHANCE _________________________________________________________ AMERICAN | HUMAN TARGET _________________________________________________________ OPAL CITY C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G | C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T Are you a paranoid mob boss certain someone is out to get you? Are you a scuzzy CEO who did the crime but doesn't want to do the time? Are you once beloved child author that now has problematic takes you blame on "toxic wokeness"? Then I am the man for you. Hi, my name is Christoper Chance and I'm the Human Target. For a reasonable and fair fee I will impersonate you. I'll be the decoy in your complex gangland plans. I'll do the crime while you relax on a beach in a country that doesn't have extradition. I'll go on cable news and either cool the flames, or if you'd like, double down on your problematic views while you're free to continue working on your side project of poorly paced and poorly written mystery novels. Every day we go through life with targets on our back. Receiving death threats is a mark of a highly successful individual. Heck, if you don't have enemies in life are you even living? Look, death comes for us all. But if you can stave off the inevitable, cold embrace of oblivion for a little while longer, why wouldn't you? Let me put that target on my back. I'm Christopher Chance and I get shot, stabbed, poisoned, and defenestrated so you don't have to. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) WIP |
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y OPERATION CHARLIE HORSE _________________________________________________________ American | Special Forces Team _________________________________________________________ Vietnam, 1968 C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G | C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T "We the unwilling, lead by the unqualified to kill the unfortunate die for the ungrateful." It's 1968, and that pretty much sums up the average soldier's opinions on the Vietnam War. It's a fucking mess if you ask anyone who is even paying attention and there seems to be no end in sight. While President Johnson digs his heels in with an unprecedented bombing campaign with the ever optimistic goal of turning North Vietnam into the world's biggest parking lot, the CIA opts for a more surgical approach. Green Beret Captain Franklin Clay heads up a new unit of less than desirable soldiers known as The Losers. Their targets are high-ranking VC members, as well as VC sympathizers and collaborators operating in South Vietnam. With intel given to them by their Agency handler, Max, they carry out a covert war designed to draw bring South Vietnam to the negotiating table and to get President Johnson four more years in the White House. But as Clay and his team wade deeper into the murky waters of Vietnam, they discover their work is in service of something much sinister than even the propagation of the US industrial death complex. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) "Ooo I heard it through the grapevine, not much longer would you be mine. Ooo I heard it through the grapevine. And I'm just about to lose my mind" When a ARVN general has his niece kidnapped by a suspected VC gang, The Losers traverse the seedy and dangerous Saigon underworld to make sure she is found before it's too late. "I think it's so groovy now that people are finally getting together. I think it's wonderful and how that people are finally getting together." The Losers are called on to watchdog a prisoner of war exchange at the Vietnamese DMZ. The swap carries with it serious cold war implications. Unbeknownst to Clay and the others, Roque has very different orders regarding the safe transfer. "I'm going up the country baby, don't you wanna go? I'm going to some place where I've never been before." The Losers are dispatched on an assassination mission towards the Laotian border. Their target: a high ranking NVA officer the CIA believes is running a heroin pipeline from Laos to South Vietnam. As the group travel northward, they begin to discover their mission is not all it seems to be, and start to question just who the real enemy is. |