The Gravity Games

by

Max Kaplan

In 1924, Al Capone buys government plans for a gravity gun, once it is built, nothing can stop it. Unless The Army can capture it.

But what they don't know is... He doesn't have the supplies to even build it yet.

Meanwhile, Germany is planning to invade the world in July, starting with New York. America does not know of this, but Al does.

My treasure is the "gravity gun", which The Army must retrieve in order to stop Al ( and the Nazis, which they don't realize yet ). It is about three feet long, about 8" in diameter and has three stabilizing prongs at the end, so the anti-gravity ray doesn't pick up everything in sight.


Al Capone

Alphonse Gabriel "Al" Capone was an American gangster who led a Prohibition-era crime syndicate.

Born in the borough of Brooklyn in New York City to Italian immigrants, Capone became involved with gang activity at a young age after being expelled from school at age 14. In his early twenties, he moved to Chicago to take advantage of a new opportunity to make money smuggling illegal alcoholic beverages into the city during The Prohibition. He also engaged in various offenses such as homicide and bank robbery. Capone's public reputation was further damaged in the wake of his supposed involvement in the 1929 Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, when seven rival gang members were executed.

Capone was convicted on federal charges of tax evasion in 1931(the real reason was covered up: robbing the National Treasury with stolen property, the gravity gun, and killing over twenty people in the process) and sentenced to federal prison; he was released on parole in 1939. His incarceration included a term at the then-new Alcatraz federal prison. In the final years of Capone's life, he suffered mental and physical deterioration due to late-stage neurosyphilis, which he had contracted in his youth. On January 25, 1947, he died from cardiac arrest after suffering a stroke.

In my story (1925), Al is 26 and always smokes a cigar and wears his pinstripe suit with his favorite hat. He is slightly overweight, and carries and aura of leadership. If you walked by him, you would certainly be compelled to obey whatever he says.


Washington DC, Chicago IL.

Washington DC:

Washington DC is the Capitol of the United States, it is where the White House is, the pentagon, and most importantly (in my story) where the National Treasury is. Agent Phil Coulson is the president of the National Agency of Public Safety (NAPS) and works at the Capitol building in one of the sub-level basements (exact information currently undisclosed). It is neat, orderly, and busy. NAPS was then the largest public protection agency in the world, it's like an old fashioned FBI (which it was later renamed). Although outside, in the District of Columbia, it is not busy at all. In fact, there is almost nobody out, it is December and everybody is warm and snug in their houses. Most likely getting Christmas decorations out. Little do they know what will happen on the day they will most appreciate the decorations they are now putting up.

Chicago IL:

Chicago, more commonly known to its citizens as, "The Windy City" for various reasons, is now snow-covered and beautiful. The buildings have their Christmas lights up, the horses have the annual Christmas bells attached to their harness' and the bakeries have all their Christmas cookies and pastries displayed nicely in the windows. This is downtown Chicago, not the ugly industrial district and ghettos that surround it. However, one certain warehouse in the industrial district poses significant importance in this story, the old 'Happy Beans canning factory and warehouse' closed down during the depression and was never reopened, neglect and weather have rendered everything in it useless and rusted or rotten, except the building itself. This particular place the infamous Al Capone chose for his headquarters. Its corrugated roof has rusted and has holes in some places, the Happy Beans sign on the outside brick wall is faded beyond recognition. It has no insulation and is always five degrees colder than the outside during the winter. The packaging machines leak water and flood the warehouse constantly, making living conditions uncomfortable but the best choice for Al to set up the HQ for his large and constantly growing crime circle.


Phil Coulson

BEGIN DECODED REPORT.----/3:/-

Name: Phil Coulson

Sex: Male

Current Age: 26 years

Rank: Agent, 1st class

Current Occupation: President of the National Agency of Public Safety

Former Occupation: Officer, Milford Police Dept.

Date of Birth: October 20, 1897

Place of Birth: Milford, VA

Current Residence: Washington DC

Date Entered Service: December 7, 1923

Criminal Record: N/A

Employer: Calvin Coolidge

Family: Wife, two children

END DECODED MESSAGE..-//:.0>_

This report was all I could find on Mr. Coulson, and since this is from 1925 and is certainly outdated, but the authorities still haven't given a full synopsis of Agent Coulson. However, I retain unofficial information about him donated to me by an anonymous historian:

Mr. Phil Coulson entered World War One in 1917 as an infantryman, he almost lost his sight due to a tear gas bomb on March 18, 1918, and was honorably discharged from the Army on March 30, 1918, with the Distinguished Service Cross and the Silver Star.

He returned to his home in Milford, Virginia and married Ms. Elaine Watson. He then entered I to the Milford Police Dept. (MPD) on July 2, 1919 until he was anonymously called to the Capitol where he underwent (full information undisclosed) intensive training to allegedly undertake a leadership occupation at the fomer NAPS agency. He is most renowned for stopping Al Capone's legged attack on the city of Washington the District of Columbia with rumored unicorn weapons. (This last statement is highly questionable since no known legitimate unicorn weapon has been produced or tested in the U.S. Or any other part of the world with the exception of the plasma laser in August 2012.)


Xeath Hant

Al Capone walked in through the back entrance of his multimillion dollar estate mansion; he didn't want anybody seeing him out this late. He had just drowned a rival gang member in Lake Michigan. He didn't like what he did, he just wanted to drink and give his money away. If he backed out now, he knew he would be assassinated.

Al was afraid to go to sleep; he never slept well, even if he had done nothing wrong. A bullet had grazed his scalp in a firefight at 4th street a couple months ago, ever since; his mind didn't work the same.

Eventually he pulled a leather tube out from under his bed, he slid his fingers to the top and popped open the lid. He liked the fact that Al Capone, the greatest man in the world, giver to the poor and murderer of the evil, owned the master plan , a blueprint for a machine out of a Jules Verne novel, a supernatural weapon. The gravity gun.

Xeath Hant was running through the streets of the planet Prime, the fifth planet in the Eta Quadrant. Hant and some friends had just stolen some power converters from a DPS (Dept. of Safety) and were being pursued by "searcher ships": Hover craft that were used to patrol the streets of Prime for any criminal activity. Armed with two laser turrets each and manned by four police droids, they were known for their deadly efficiency. Hant knew that they could never outrun them.

"Go, go!" Xeath yelled to his friends, "I'll hold them back!"

His friends hesitated for a moment, but the sight of the searcher ships coming around the corner convinced them in record time. They ran around the corner and off to their speeder bikes.

"What have I gotten myself into this time?" Hant complained to himself. He estimated about thirty seconds until the ships were on top of him. He had to move fast.

Xeath ducked behind a dumpster and dumped out his backpack on the ground. There was a copper coil about a foot and a half long, and half an inch in diameter, a pistol like contraption without the barrel, three metal prongs, and solid white crystal. Hant put the gun together in probably 15 seconds, he attached the prongs to the end of the coil, put a metal sheath around the coil, attached the coil to the trigger and handle. Then finally dropped the crystal into the middle of the coil so as it wouldn't touch the sides, the crystal hung there, suspended in an invisible force field.

Hant swung the gun around to the first of the searcher ships and pressed the trigger. Nothing happened. Then the searcher ship shuddered and Xeath felt control of it. He swung the gun around, the ship moved with it, like it was attached by an invisible pole. He then swung it into the second ship, which promptly exploded creating a blast that knocked to roofs off of the surrounding buildings. The shock wave even knocked Xeath off his feet. Unfortunately he was too slow getting up and the third searcher was right on top of him. The police droids jumped out of the bottom hatch and surrounded him, their red eyes glowing at him like demons.

"You are under arrest by enforcer of the Department of Safety. Raise your hands where we can see them and drop your weapon."

Xeath did as he was told, and set the gun down on its prongs. He raised his hands and waited while the droids searched him.

All of a sudden one of the prongs broke, and everything within 50 yards started floating upwards, even the ship. Xeath kicked off one of the droids and straight through the lower hatch of the ship. He got to the cockpit and took off into the evening sky.

Xeath Hant had escaped the DPS once again.

Al capone woke up with a start. He reached under his bed and opened up the leather tube. He rolled out the blueprint inside and looked at the label of the prongs in attached on the front of the gun.

"GRAVITATIONAL STABALIZERS"

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