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Emerson, Manitoba
19 November 2016, 10:03 CDT (Event T+16 hours)
Constable William MacGregor, RCMP had seen strange days before; living on the American border pretty much guaranteed that. Today was proving to be one of the stranger ones, though. The storm last night - unseasonable weather that, fog and lightning this late in fall? - had cut off communications on the other side of the border, and MacGregor had spent most of the morning reassuring worried locals that something was being done and phones to friends and relations in Minnesota would be restored Real Soon Now.
Privately, he was more worried than he let on. Nobody had said anything officially - yet - but from things he’d heard back at the station the problem wasn’t confined to just the Emerson area. Even CBC was on the case, claiming that strange things were afoot down in Michigan.
He’d asked the superintendent about the reports. “Sir, what’s really going on? Did the Americans blow themselves up? Zombies? I need to tell the people something.”
The superintendent just looked grim. “Keep telling them that the problem will be resolved.” He said it with authority that William suspected was lacking.
“Sir, I don’t think this is a problem we can resolve.”
“The problem will be resolved.” And that was that.
So William was out on Emerson’s main drag, directing traffic and trying to soothe troubled waters, when a convoy of trucks carrying a dozen tanks straight out of a World War Two movie came trundling up the road.
~***~
Captain Jed Eckert for his part was just plain confused. This wasn’t the first time he’d taken a barrel squadron up from the barracks in Grand Forks to reinforce the garrison in Winnipeg. He knew he was running late - the weird weather last night had convinced him not to cross until morning - but with the way the chucklefucks in Winnipeg ran the garrison a couple hours’ delay wouldn’t have meant much.
And then things went straight to a very confusing hell. Just over the line from Dakota, the narrow blacktop road he and his crew had expected vanished, fading away not fifty feet into Canadian territory and replaced by a wide stretch of concrete road. And right in front of that...
~***~
Point of Entry, Manitoba Rt 75
“Morning, Fred.”
“Morning, Wanda.”
“How’re things?”
“It’s been quiet. All that fog last night, I guess nobody wanted to be on the road.”
“I can imagine. But hey, looks like business is picking up, there’s a whole lot of trucks coming up the road.”
“Big suckers, aren’t they? And are those tanks?”
“Doesn’t look like they’re slowing down.... oh shit!”
~***~
“What the hell was that?” Eckert demanded.
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Emerson, Manitoba
19 November 2016, 10:03 CDT (Event T+16 hours)
Constable William MacGregor, RCMP had seen strange days before; living on the American border pretty much guaranteed that. Today was proving to be one of the stranger ones, though. The storm last night - unseasonable weather that, fog and lightning this late in fall? - had cut off communications on the other side of the border, and MacGregor had spent most of the morning reassuring worried locals that something was being done and phones to friends and relations in Minnesota would be restored Real Soon Now.
Privately, he was more worried than he let on. Nobody had said anything officially - yet - but from things he’d heard back at the station the problem wasn’t confined to just the Emerson area. Even CBC was on the case, claiming that strange things were afoot down in Michigan.
He’d asked the superintendent about the reports. “Sir, what’s really going on? Did the Americans blow themselves up? Zombies? I need to tell the people something.”
The superintendent just looked grim. “Keep telling them that the problem will be resolved.” He said it with authority that William suspected was lacking.
“Sir, I don’t think this is a problem we can resolve.”
“The problem will be resolved.” And that was that.
So William was out on Emerson’s main drag, directing traffic and trying to soothe troubled waters, when a convoy of trucks carrying a dozen tanks straight out of a World War Two movie came trundling up the road.
~***~
Captain Jed Eckert for his part was just plain confused. This wasn’t the first time he’d taken a barrel squadron up from the barracks in Grand Forks to reinforce the garrison in Winnipeg. He knew he was running late - the weird weather last night had convinced him not to cross until morning - but with the way the chucklefucks in Winnipeg ran the garrison a couple hours’ delay wouldn’t have meant much.
And then things went straight to a very confusing hell. Just over the line from Dakota, the narrow blacktop road he and his crew had expected vanished, fading away not fifty feet into Canadian territory and replaced by a wide stretch of concrete road. And right in front of that...
~***~
Point of Entry, Manitoba Rt 75
“Morning, Fred.”
“Morning, Wanda.”
“How’re things?”
“It’s been quiet. All that fog last night, I guess nobody wanted to be on the road.”
“I can imagine. But hey, looks like business is picking up, there’s a whole lot of trucks coming up the road.”
“Big suckers, aren’t they? And are those tanks?”
“Doesn’t look like they’re slowing down.... oh shit!”
~***~
“What the hell was that?” Eckert demanded.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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