“I know you can do it, Buck,” Candy said as she adjusted herself into the Kevlar cups of her AntiG 34Echo bra.

“I’ll need your, Madame Secretary,” Buck said, pulling on his Derby Special Model 32 carbon-fiber briefs. “Or we’re all doomed.” (More)

Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.

Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Blabylon 5 and Words With Fiends. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….

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Note: Today we spoof the techno-thriller genre.

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The first female Secretary of Defense, who had once been the first female Navy SEAL, slipped on her matte black, onyx quartz watch, tapping by habit the button that sent out an ultra-low frequency signal that synchronized her timepiece to the nanosecond with the official clock at the Naval Observatory. Candy had offered to bring Buck with her when she advanced from the SEALs to a national defense think tank and then to the Department of Defense. Instead he had remained in the field, first with the CIA and then founding Argon, Inc. with his inheritance after his parents were killed in Sandistan.

The memory haunted Buck and he cursed under his breath as he pulled on his moisture-wicking, gas-permeable wool socks. “I should never have let dad take that mission.”

“Oh darling,” Candy said, slipping into the Roma III silk dress that did little to conceal a figure that had not changed at all since she won gold medals in dressage, archery, and the 1000-meter women’s freestyle at the same Olympics. “You can’t blame yourself. Your father knew the risks.”

“Maybe,” Buck nodded as he buckled his belt, made with the skin of the crocodile he’d killed after an Al Qilla mastermind whom the CIA knew only as Armageddon threw Buck, manacled at the wrists and ankles, into the animal’s tank. Only the lock pick concealed in his Crusecurity 33AD jade cross had saved Buck’s life.

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