| From: | Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Fourth bullet |
| Date: | Wed, 19 Nov 1997 04:37:35 +0000 |
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This one without comment...
+++++ Begin download: Bullet04.mov
The image is somewhat unclear. After a moment, you recognize you are
looking through a somewhat dirty glass into some sort of factory hall.
Inside, about 15 Koreans are visible - at least you suppose they are
Koreans as the previous targets. Suddenly, the image begins wandering,
and you see you were really watching through a window, and by the
building's age, you supoose it might even be real glass. In front of
the factory building about a dozen cars are parking, about as many
people standing around, gathered in small groups, idly chatting and
smoking. The people - all Korean, and all packing medium to heavy
firepower - are all clad in suits.
The image pans back to the window. When it magnifies, the quality goes
down, but you are able to recognize a kind of meeting, where several
people are all talking to one person at the head of the table. The
atmosphere seems to be heated.
"Dist: 95.1m", "Delta-M: +-0m/s", "Mun: 02 APDS" and
"Mag: 200%" the
appearing display announces, and: "Ready!" bears some threat as the
crosshairs slowly move over the table to the person at the top
and focuses on the Korean's forehead.
When the man is thrown backwards, his brain spread behind him, and the
ammo counter drops to "one", the image freezes.
+++++ Interrupt
And now the fun part...
+++++ Continue
The image now shows a black box, with lots of displays. It takes you a
moment to recognize an old remote control deck with manual controls.
There's even a 2D-screen in the upper left corner. From the displays
you can see it controls a big car, and the engine is running. A gloved
hand grabs the joystick on the deck and moves it upward, and the screen
shows the car is speeding.
It skids around a corner, still taking up speed, and now, tiny on the
screen, you can see the the factory building in front, about 200 meters
away. The groups of waiting men are all turned toward the building. As
the car races closer, a door in front of the factory building is thrown
open, and several people run out. Just as the low-rez screen makes out
a wire fence between the Seoulpa Men and the incoming car, it is
detected by the Asians who immediately start shooting at it.
A few seconds later, you can pick up a reflected image of the car in
one of the parking limousine's frontscreen. It's a beat-up Ares
Roadmaster, the only visible difference being strengthend front bumper
and some patched-on armor strips on the front. Suddenly the image turns
black, probably the camera was hit. The rest of the dials continue to
function.
The road can be seen again, with the Koreans gathered in front still
firing at the Roadmaster that races down the street. There can't be
more then a second between the two images. Then, the Roadmaster hits
the wire fence, and easily breaks it. When it hits a parking Westwind,
it finally comes to a stop - by the looks of it, even a final stop. It
gets awfully silent, as everyone in front of the factory building dives
for cover.
About five seconds pass, then the first people get up and charge toward
the van, guns raised. Although it looks quite dented, the doors refuse
to open. While the first men on teir feet still try to pry them open,
most of the others get up.
The image moves down rapidly, back to the control deck. A gloved thumb
is right above a red switch. The image grasps the factory building
again.
+++++ engage slow motion
Red flames slowly reach out of the van's front. Then, the
whole van seems to fracture into hexagons, a glaring light visible in
the cracks. It moves out, reaches for the standing people, carrying the
deadly load of fractured vanside with it.
+++++ disengage slow motion
The whole van explodes like a grenade, the obviously prepared sides
flying as shrapnel through the air, parked cars and flesh.
When the last pieces clatter to the ground, the frontyard of the
factory is a wasteland. Some people, very few, are screaming injured on
the floor, most are dead, torn to pieces by the shrapnels beyond
recognition.
The image fades out.
+++++ End download: Bullet04.mov
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