|From:||"JOHN SPAIN<YEAR 2 OR BUST>" <93135653@****.DCU.IE>|
|Date:||Thu, 11 May 1995 16:59:05 +0000|
You see a wide, slightly dilapidated loft, covered in old furniture,
pieces of circuitry, machines, etc...
The vidfeed is coming from a camera in the wall. From this angle, you see
a tall, bald muscular man with a pistol carefully picking his way around
the debris. He has a heavy pistol in one hand, and spurs poke out the end
of his other fist. For his bulk, the man moves extremely silently.
His quarry, however, could not be more oblivious. He is a small, thin man
dressed in baggy fatigues... he is half lying, half sitting on a stained
sofa, his attention divided between a small drone he's tinkering with and
a large vidscreen before him.
The image on the vidscreen is divided in two. One side shows brimstone
fighting a man with a knife. The other side shows Brimstone again, but this
is a different recording. In this video, a man is pointing a sniper rifle from
a rooftop. Suddenly, Brimstone appears before him and takes the rifle from
his hands, crushing it between his fingers. While on the left screen Brimstone
is drowning the knife man with his boot, the right screen shows Brimstone
letting the sniper go.
The man in the couch giggles, and pressing a remote control, freezes the
images. The left side shows the paused image of the man drowning. The right
side shows Brimstone staring at the horizon from a rooftop.
'Hee-he-heh' laughs the small man. 'Going soft in our old age, are we, Brimmy?'
'Gye-he-he'. 'Getting bashed 'round by that Dragon musta given you something
to think, eh?' 'HeHEHEhheheheh-hehehehehehh'
The Bald man is now just behind sofa where the giggling man is sitting.
He kneels down carefully, and puts his elbow on the arm rest.
The laughing man hasn't noticed him yet.
'Didn't your mother tell you not to spy on people, Rumormonger?' Whispers
the Bald man.
Rumormonger starts and turns around, to find the Bald man's spurs under his
'You've been a very bold boy, Rumormonger. Following people who didn't want
to be followed, and taking nasty pictures. Not good'
'Wha...!!?! Who are you...!?! How did you get in here!?! My security..!?!?!'
'Your security is a joke' interrupts the bald man.
'I've been in and out of more corp zero-zones than you have fingers...Sorry,
I mean, than you'll _have_ fingers...'
'No...Wait, WAIT!' Screams Rumormonger... 'Who sent you? Teutone? I won't
follow him anymore, I promise!'
'I can pay you... I have money...NO! NOOO!'
The bald man easily parries Rumormonger's weak attempts at resistance,
and, holding him in an arm lock, begins to cut off Rumormonger's thumb.
Among the decker's shrieks of pain you manage to hear the bald man's
words 'You know, I have very specific instructions about you...but they
never said I couldn't be inventive...'
Rumormonger's screams increase in pitch.
Some people don't know when to stop, do they?]<<<<<
-- Anonymous (11:13:24/05-11-56)