More Things MONARCH Now Knows About Big Lizards
Big Lizards are often much larger than they appear
The head contractor's site notes for January 14, 2015 during initial Castle Bravo construction read as follows:
"6 A.M. No concerns. All work proceeding as scheduled.
11 A.M. Work delay due to inaccurately placed survey markers. Discussed w build team. South rock wall approx 250' closer than initially surveyed.
12 P.M. Meeting w Survey Team (bring mark for the fight)
1 P.M. Inspected survey markers w survey team. 4 noted missing. Likely rockfall from south trench.
4 P.M. Construction temporarily suspended due to Kaiju Protocol A1. (scrawled in pencil) Survey markers located and were correctly placed initially.
Big Lizards are preternaturally drawn to whatever will cause the biggest commotion. They cannot be stopped, only monitored and annoyed.
The idea came from an intern whose preferred name was Rooster. And it was less a fully-fledged idea, and more of a college-age rice grain of wisdom that had spent most of an undergraduate degree fermenting in the back of the mind, ready to be weaponized the moment someone asked: "What's going to convince a hundred and sixty thousand tonnes of stupid to move?"
It turned out that the big atomic bastard hated Wonderwall as much as the rest of them.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you. Fool me thrice, shame on you....etc
It is approximately ass o'clock in the morning, you've got two antacids and a cup of coffee keeping you with the living, and Big&Mean has been circling for an hour, steadily inching closer to the big window. Bastard can always sense when a supply run is scheduled. You spent half a billion dollars of money you don't even have trying to keep the bastard out of the way, and at this point you're not too proud to accept advice coming straight from a kid named Rooster.
All it takes is the first crackle of the speakers. You're sort of glad that Serizawa can't see his pride and joy turning tail and fleeing the dulcet tones of Liam Gallagher. To be honest, it's got the same effect on your kid. At this point, the lizard might as well be your damn kid. Christ.
The technician looks like she's weighing a court martial (or whatever MONARCH does) before she opens Spotify. The idiot lizard, from five hundred meters out, gives you a look that would have been intimidating if it wasn't coming from half a kilometer and if the bastard didn't look like a scolded cat slinking off for a well-deserved grooming session.