Jeremy's Fan Fiction Draft

Source Code: The Capsule Man

    A flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...Sean's eyes fought with the sunlight trying to open both his eyelids. He was on a train, sitting in front of him is a beautiful woman looking out the window of the modern designed train. Other seats on the train either was taken or was occupied with peoples belongings.

    Still not really able to recognize where he is or how he even got to this place, Sean was desperate for answers. He finally coordinated himself and sat up, “Where am I? What's going on here? What happened to my men??!!”, “What are you talking about Steve?...You had a bad dream? Haha!!”. Sean was utterly confused. He knew his name wasn't Steve, the woman sitting opposite of him seems to know who he is, but why is she calling him Steve? A lady from seats behind Sean was headed to the upstairs compartments for more tea walked past, and managed to spill and miss Sean or the woman in front of him. Sean stood up after she walked past and headed to the bathroom himself.

    Sean decided maybe washing his face and refreshing himself might help the situation. Sean dived his head into the sink and held his breath. He grabbed a paper towel as he lifted his head up, and trying to keep his eyes closed to keep any water out of his eyes. He roughly dried his face and hands, and this was when he noticed something different. He looked at his hands carefully, and slowly lifted his head up. “WHO THE HELL IS THIS???????”, was his first reaction. Sean no longer looked like who he used to be, and every single bit of his face did not belong to him. He stormed out of the bathroom trying to figure out what was going on.

    With the face he did not recognize on him, he thought asking the woman what was going on might be a good idea. As he stumbles through the isle, he sees from carts and carts away through the windows inside the train, was an explosion he knew it would not matter if he hid in a safe place. He did not flinch at all because he has dealt with this kind of explosions too many times during his training to know where this was going.

    Another flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...But this time, Sean did not fight to open his eyelids. He opened them wide open. He finds himself in a capsule like chamber, with safety belts on him to keep him strapped in mid air but able to move his arms and legs freely. Out of no where, a monitor above Sean lightens. In the monitor was another woman, but she had blue eyes and blonde hair. She was wearing a commanding officers suit with too many stripes on her chest for Sean to count.

“Sean...Sean...Flight Lieutenant Sean Barker do you copy?....Lieutenant Barker?”

“This is Flight Lieutenant Sean Barker speaking....Where am I? What's going on?? What happened to my men??”

“Lieutenant Barker what is the last thing you remember?”

“......I was out on a mission and my hawk was targeted down by the enemy fliers.....What is going on? I request to talk to my father please...”

“Lieutenant do you remember my name??

“No...”

“Lieutenant please try to remember.”

    Sean thinks back to when he was still on his Hawk fighter when he was on his last mission, and tries to connect everything to what has just happened. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he knew he had to figure out the name of the woman in the monitor. He easily spotted the name tag the woman was wearing in the monitor.

“Hello, Commanding Officer Goodwin.”

“Welcome back Lieutenant. Now tell me what you saw on the train. Did you find the bomber?”

“Tell me what the hell is going on here first or Im not saying a word!”

“...Lieutenant Barker, you are on a top secret mission, black ops, even the president doesn't know about this.”

“How did I just get to that train and come back here??”

“Through years of research and experimenting, we have developed a technology that can save millions of people called the source code.”

    Sean listens carefully.

“The source code allows you to go back to a persons memory roughly about eight minutes before the subject died. The subject we have you on is a high school teacher called Derek, Derek Warren. Derek Warren was on a train that is going to explode due to a terrorist attack, and we need you to find our bomber for us.”

“So you mean, my body is now connected with a dead mans brain to look for a bomber who planted a bomb on the train?”

“That is correct, Lieutenant.”

“This is nonsense! Get me out of here!! I request to talk to my supervisor!!!”

“I'm afraid I cannot do that until you complete your mission Lieutenant.”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE.... DISCONNECT ME!! WHICH DEPARTMENT ARE YOU PEOPLE???? WHO PUT ME HERE???

“I'm sorry, Lieutenant.” Goodwin pushes the blue button at her hand.

    A flood of agony and pain rushes all the way from Sean's head and continuing down to his spine, spreading out to his arms, hands and legs...And again, Sean's eyes fought with the sunlight trying to open both his eyelids. Sean was back to the train, confused without a clue of what is going on.

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    Goodwin picks up her coffee mug and walked to what seems like a control room. Inside the room was a large cubed container. Goodwin opened the container. Inside the container was a man, man who had no legs no arms and seems to have lost consciousness for a long time. Goodwin picked up the dog-tag on the mans chest and caressed it with sadness. The dog-tag had a name forged onto it, the name was Sean Barker.