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GODZILLA : Terror in the Pacific.

Chapter XXIII. Epilouge

Godzilla:  Terror  in  the  Pacific

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    9:00am,  Honolulu.  The  sun  had  come  up  once  again... The  day  was  warm  and  bright.  This  was  a  welcomed  reprieve.  For  the  most  part,  this  was  beautiful.  Parts  of  Honolulu  still  smoldered, and  others,  looked  totally  untouched. Fendtech, working  with  the  island's  local  authority... Was  allready  working  to  decontaminate  the  effected  areas. The  city  would  rise  again.  The  only  other  scar, would  be  a  diferrence  in  Diamond-head's  famous  profile... Where  the  landslide  had  occurred.
    The  'White  Sands'  Hotel  was  still  standing... Uneffected  by  the  short  reign  of  the Godzillas.  Max  and  Tammy  stood  ouside  the  building...  Near  the  small  tree,  where  they  first  started  really  talking. "...Well?"  Max  inquired. "Well, what?" The  woman  questioned. "..Are  you  going  to  miss  it?" He  finished, smiling  at  her.  "Only  the  memories... The  poeple  I  met, there."  She  said, smiling  back  to  him. The  two  started  walking  along  the  beach  once  again. "So,.. The  United  States  Geology  Center,  want's  you  Back,  then?" She  asked, looking  down  to  hide  her  feelings. "Yeah,..At  least,  that's  what  this  telegram  says."  Max  said, holding  up  a  slip  of  paper. "You  tell  Stanton,  yet?" She  inquired, still  sounding  out  of  sorts.  "Yeah...I  told  them..." He  smiled, tearing  the  paper  into  little  pieces  in  front  of  her. "...The  U.S.G.C,  that  is... I  got  more  important  things  to  do!" he  said, pulling  out  his  cell  phone. "...Then,  you're  not  going  back?!"  She  asked, holding  her  excitment. Max  held  up  a  finger, in  a  'wait  a  minute'  gesture. "Yeah,  Murph?  Tell  Stanton,  we'll  be  ready  in  15..." He  said, then  hung  up. "Are  you  kidding?  Now  that  we  Know  'Quantonium'  exists,..  We  gotta  prove  it!  Besides... I  believe  your  mother's  expecting  a  wedding?!" Tammy  lit  up, and  both  embraced.

    Stanton  would  have  years  of  research  ahead  of  him... Fendtech  had  it's  work  cut  out. 'Molokai's'  remains  were  still  in  Honolulu's  bay... Needing  to  be  cleaned  up.  Once  removed, they  would  be  studied  several  times  over. Godzilla's  complete  story  would  be  gained. Max's  theory  of  missing  elements  had  an  answer  now...  Godzilla's  body  held  the  proof.  Max  too,  had  a  long  road  ahead.
   The  second  Godzilla  was  nowhere  to  be  found...  Although  there  was  plenty  of  trace  evidence  left  behind.  It  was  assumed,  the  main  body  had  been  burried  under  tons  of  rock  and  debris... As  we  close  this  story,  Max  and  Tammy  are  seen  leaving  in  another  limo,  heading  back  to  Fendtech.
    But  somwhere... In  the  deep  ocean's  black  waters... A  shape  loomes  from  the  darkness. A  mouth  full  of  dagger  teeth,  and  electric  blue  eyes...
                                                Roll  Credits. 
             " ...People...  Open  your  eyes... 
How  can  every  one  see  it,.. And  yet,  be  so  blind?
      And  still,.. Still  we  go  on  pretending,..
Nothing  is  wrong,.. We  don't  have  that  long...
                   Open  your  eyes!
           Children,.. This  is  your  song...
In  case  someday  you  need  one,.. Long  after  I'm  gone.
           Please,.. Take  care  of  the  planet...
         Like  the  way  that  God  planned  it...
                   And  pass  it  along!"                           
                                                                                        Joe  Walsh

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