| From: | Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA> |
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| Subject: | In realms of day. |
| Date: | Mon, 2 Feb 1998 12:20:52 +0000 |
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+++++ Include Cybersenses recording (Merged)
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Hey... my respect for them grows by the meter. The pigs followed me all
the way up to Redmond. This is insane. Well. They gots the heavy riot
squad along, so I guess they figured the locals would leave them the fuck
alone. But, right now, I don't really give a flying shit. This thing is
over.
The dark grey warehouse sits just north of a plastics factory. Non
descript, with a huge garage door right in the middle of it. I can see
the pursuit cars, a couple yards behind. The coach brakes in front of the
building. 6 gets out the door, goes inside. A couple of seconds go by.
Comm (Haze): "Hurry up muthafragger..."
The door slowly creeps up, rusty noises and all. Darkness inside. Good.
6 shows his face, waving me in. The bus slowly goes inside, the door
already closing behind me.
Lights are on. Two men are standing in front of the bus. One of them
carries a small briefcase.
Comm (Haze): "Okay...we move out..."
One by one, they file out the bus, 7 dragging 4's body behind him.
I stand up. Looking at the crowd. They seem...relieved? Are they? Frag.
"Okay, people..your ordeal is about to end. But we need...."
Okay... Four fresh things, cute adolescent girls, some prep school, I guess.
Oh..that brunette. Those big, brown eyes, pouty lips. That one is mine.
"You, you and you two back there... get out of the bus. You're our
insurance."
They look at me in horror. One of them starts to speak up. Hey, the
reflex is now instanteneous. I just have to reach for a gun now. Nothing
more. They all cower down like trained dogs in front of a rolled
newspaper. Bitch shut up quick, and followed the rest out of the bus.
Comm (Haze): "Okay, I'm cleaning up here... take the money, head for the
sewers, I'm coming in..."
I lift my head up. One last time. Shit. The kids. I hate that. I'll
snuf them first. They won't have to see this. As I'm screwing in a
supressor at the end of the HVAR's barrel...
"You've all been very helpful, but, your usefulness has come to an end. I
hope you won't be too pissed at me..." The barrel goes down, twin tubes
spinning inside their housing. "Remember folks... Death was a blur."
The two kids fly apart first. Ouch, never saw the shit fire point-blank.
Sure doesn't leave much behind. A fine red mist fills up the main cabin,
my hands bucking under the HVAR's punishing kick. But accuracy won't help
here. Death by quantity, I say. White foam floats in the air, some of
the windows shattering apart. Stobing lights filling the bus with an
eerie shine. 10 seconds of deadly rain, 5 empty clips. No survivors.
I've seen some pretty gruesome sights before...but I'm happy to say I'm the
proud creator of this one. Smoke still swirls, things barely settling down inside.
Both Manhunters out, I walk down the isle. Only two moaners, although
I think one of them was more of a nervous reaction than an actual sign of life.
Ah well. No more, I guess. I jog down quickly, down the bus, towards the
sewer grate. One of the two men stands there, waiting for me.
"Are they all dead?"
"Cleaned the place up. Let's go."
50 yards into the darkness, I hear a muffled explosion. The sewer
crashing down behind us. It takes about 5 minutes to see light again,
this time in an open alley. Two vans wait for us, my team allready packed
in, the four girls squeezed in tightly.
For the first time, I pull back my nylon mask, my skin feeling cold
against the chilly morning wind, beeds of sweat pearling down my brow.
It's over. Done. I look at the brunette. Her big brown eyes stairing
right at me, face distorted into a painful scowl, almost ready to cry.
For me, the fun has just begun.
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-- Haze <10:32:51/0-02-59>
