Date: Sun, 17 Nov 1996 17:41:42 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT: Highway 41 (storyline 2a) Danny (that great and cute writer) wrote: >> >> The strange but effective technique had won the owner of these bloody boots >> not only the title of 'The Squisher', but also the number one spot on the >> FBI's most wanted list. He had flattened 17 people so far and agents were >> desperate to track him down. But highway 41, alas, contained no speeding >> government cars 'to the rescue' and no travelling G-Men. LL DeMerle then wrote: >Back at FBI HQ in DC, Special Agent Dale Cooper unbuttoned his >trenchcoat and stiffly lowered himself into the desk and chair set >that he rarely had the opportunity to occupy. Lying in wait >for his viewing pleasure was a file, transcriptions of >notes recorded and sent back to Diane, his secretary. Carefully >positioned on top of the usual folder, was a pink telephone message: > >SPECIAL AGENT COOPER!! >NEED TO SEE YOU RIGHT AWAY!! >IN MY OFFICE!! > >GORDON COLE!! > Now Danny (see top of page) writes: Cooper grinned at the note, thinking of his boss' tendency to over-dramatize. The legendary G-Man then closed his eyes and leaned back to take a little nap. His mind drifted. Cooper suddenly saw himself on a mountain, but this agent was quick and clever and realized right away it was a dream. But he didn't care; it seemed relaxing enough. He looked to his left and saw a deep valley, a train moving slowly along on distant rails. He then turned to his right and beheld another mountain peak, very similar to the one he was on. In fact it was a twin. "Cooper," a voice out-of-nowhere screamed. The sleepy agent awoke abruptly to the sight of his loud boss, Cole. Cooper realized the memory of his dream was fading fast. He already could barely remember the mysterious twin peaks. "What's wrong with you?" Cole screamed. "Wake up, wake up, wake up." Cooper had been staring wide-eyed at his boss since the first sound of his name, but the agent understood the peculiar ways of Gordon Cole, who habitually screamed, no matter what the situation, and who routinely repeated himself. "Wake up, wake up, wake up," Cole screamed again. "Yes sir, what can I help you with," Cooper calmly replied. "It's that dastardly Squisher. That dastardly Squisher. That's who it is. It is. Squisher." Cooper smiled. "He's on the loose in Arizona," Cole said. "On the loose. He is. Squisher. Go find him. Stop him. By GOD man, what are you waiting for? Go find him. Go. Go." Cooper smiled. "Yes sir, I'm on the way." With that the brave G-Man grabbed his gun and found his hat, and made the bus in seconds flat. He made his way upstairs (being a two story old-fashioned english-style bus) and had a smoke. He was promptly kicked off the vehicle for smoking in a non-smoking area. He was also reprimanded for imitating the Beatles. Cooper arrived in Arizona a few hours later, departed the plane and made his way through the terminal and to the nearest rent-a-car location. An hour later, Cooper was cruising the outskirts of Phoenix, heading west. He neared a five-point intersection on the edge of town and slowed his car, carefully searching for street signs or road markers. There it was. Just what he was looking for. He approached the intersection and turned cautiously onto Highway 41. ---to be continued--- ------------------------------ Once upon a time there was a planet called earth and people called humans. And a writers' list called the Writers' List. On this list were many writers. And writing was the theme of the list. And writing was the purpose of this list. There was also, within this list, a phenomenon known as the signature. And this signature often contained much profundity and wisdom. All this is not myth. It happened. Once upon a time.