Post by Jack Taylor on Dec 22, 2014 15:58:30 GMT
One of Jack's favorite things about his job was that it let him travel all over the world. Sure, sometimes that meant he'd end up in someplace like an Arctic research facility (okay at first, but it got boring really fast), but more often than not, he was getting sent to places that he would've loved to go, but probably never would've had the opportunity in any other profession.
Case in point: currently, Jack found himself on an assignment in Sapporo, Japan, where there had been a meteor shower the night before. Hardly an uncommon occurrence, but this one came almost totally out of nowhere, and the Beacon Institute branch in Hokkaido had detected traces of cosmic energy - a mysterious energy source the Institute had become quite interested in. As well, cosmic energy had been known to produce strange, and potentially quite dangerous, effects - and since Jack had the Meteor Driver (and he'd been relatively nearby in Hong Kong, on a previous assignment), it was decided that he would be a useful asset to have on this investigation.
So far, though, nothing particularly dangerous or unusual had taken place - aside from Jack finding out how cold it can be in Sapporo. He pulled his bomber jacket a bit tighter around him, as a puff of wispy frost escaped with his breath. A shiver jittered through his torso, and as cool (no pun intended) as it was to be here at all, he found himself hoping that they'd be done with their search for meteorites quickly and he could head back to the Institute and warm up. Or at least find a decent restaurant. He was here with a small group of scientists from the Institute's Hokkaido branch, all of whom were dressed far more appropriately for the weather than Jack was; one of them slapped him lightly on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Another scientist, a middle-aged gentleman in wire-rimmed glasses whose name Jack couldn't remember, came over with a smile.
"He says that if the American can't handle the cold," the gentleman translated, "perhaps he should go back to California."
Jack laughed. "Tell him I've never been to California. I grew up in Illinois, and winters in the American Midwest make this look like a holiday in Fiji."
The middle-aged gentleman gave a laugh of his own, and extended his right hand. "It's very nice to work with you. I'm Yuji Toriyama."
Stowing the cosmic energy detector he held under his arm, Jack extended his own right hand and shook Toriyama's. "Jack Taylor," he said. "It's nice to work with you, too."
Case in point: currently, Jack found himself on an assignment in Sapporo, Japan, where there had been a meteor shower the night before. Hardly an uncommon occurrence, but this one came almost totally out of nowhere, and the Beacon Institute branch in Hokkaido had detected traces of cosmic energy - a mysterious energy source the Institute had become quite interested in. As well, cosmic energy had been known to produce strange, and potentially quite dangerous, effects - and since Jack had the Meteor Driver (and he'd been relatively nearby in Hong Kong, on a previous assignment), it was decided that he would be a useful asset to have on this investigation.
So far, though, nothing particularly dangerous or unusual had taken place - aside from Jack finding out how cold it can be in Sapporo. He pulled his bomber jacket a bit tighter around him, as a puff of wispy frost escaped with his breath. A shiver jittered through his torso, and as cool (no pun intended) as it was to be here at all, he found himself hoping that they'd be done with their search for meteorites quickly and he could head back to the Institute and warm up. Or at least find a decent restaurant. He was here with a small group of scientists from the Institute's Hokkaido branch, all of whom were dressed far more appropriately for the weather than Jack was; one of them slapped him lightly on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Another scientist, a middle-aged gentleman in wire-rimmed glasses whose name Jack couldn't remember, came over with a smile.
"He says that if the American can't handle the cold," the gentleman translated, "perhaps he should go back to California."
Jack laughed. "Tell him I've never been to California. I grew up in Illinois, and winters in the American Midwest make this look like a holiday in Fiji."
The middle-aged gentleman gave a laugh of his own, and extended his right hand. "It's very nice to work with you. I'm Yuji Toriyama."
Stowing the cosmic energy detector he held under his arm, Jack extended his own right hand and shook Toriyama's. "Jack Taylor," he said. "It's nice to work with you, too."
