| From: | Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA> |
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| Subject: | Spires and Glasswork |
| Date: | Thu, 6 Nov 1997 20:38:36 +0000 |
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+++++Include Cybersenses recording (Merged)
+++++Include Cybercomm thought track
The Hummer's engine silently dies as the key is removed.
It's beautiful...in it's own way. The tall, darkened spires reaching for
an orange heaven. The beautiful mosaic of glass and lead framing
ornamenting the front stonework of the church. Gargoyles, looking at you
with demonic eyes. Alive, almost. Faith did build wonderful things. The
wide granite stairs are filled with dead leaves, who fly away with the
light breeze.
The huge wooden doors give under the pressure. Light. Blinding
vision. A small (FC) appears in the lower right corner, then goes away.
Slowly, the light becomes bearable. Rows upon rows of wooden benches,
a dulled brown. Saintly icons looking down on you. The Holy Cross
dominating everything. The marble floors click softly as I walk. A
beautiful place indeed. Now I know why the Wanderer loves these places.
Multicolored lights cover the altar. A beautiful chalice, golden,
encrusted with gems, sits on top of it.
"Pompous..."
Dust kicks up as I walk, filling the air with a light fog. He certainly
doesn't like modern churches, maybe older things are his style. Damn.
Where could he be? A door opens... I turn around quick, Hammerli pistol
raised. A small man, dressed in black...why is he..Oh fuck, yeah...The
Priest. <English/German translation program enabled>
"My son...can I help you?"
"Uh... not much, no...Father" Damn, I feel dumb..."Well, actually,
yes..."
I pull out a picture... grainy, taken from that Oil rig run, but the most
recent I had. "This man, has he been around?". The Priest looks at the
picture.
"I haven't seen such a man, my Son. I am terribly sorry...Do you need
anything else?"
"No...uhh..thank you..."
I walk down the stairs, past the rows of benches, and out the doors.
Looking back. Damn, thank Heaven for curiosity.
The Priest... he's calling. Someone. Muthafragger. Sirens. This close?
Oh..Stupid me...The gun! Frag...
The pistol appears in the field of vision. A small, red dot heads for the
Priest's back. I pull the trigger... The pistol doesn't even buck.
The black robe ripples for a moment, like being caught by the wind. The
Priest falls, portable phone still clutched in his hands.
Screeching tires. Damn. I run down the stairs. The police. Doors wide
open. They tell me to stop. Hell no. One head explodes, staining the
white hood of his patrol car. Blue lights glaring. One of them fires.
A sudden jolt of energy runs through my back. I buckle under the pain. I
look down. My left thigh. Glazing wound. I feel slightly numb as my
trauma damper kicks in, followed by the damage compensators. Heck, thank
God for technology. Muthafragga's now hiding in his car, protected by his
door. He's calling for back-up. Pistol holstered.
I jump towards the car. Crashing into the windshield... Give, damn window,
Give... It doesn't. The cop looks up. Holy shit. He raises his pistol.
Bullets punch through the broken windshield just as I'm rolling on the
other side. Broken glass falls on my head. My Ingram Warrior is approved
by the Biometric system. Raising it. The cop, still cowering inside,
looks up. 5 inches from the barrel of my baby SMG.
It wasn't pretty.
More sirens can be heard. Damn, I've got to get outta here. The Hummer
kicks back to life. Again, a quick exit. Shit. Shit. Shit...why can't
everything be simple. War, you're costing me extra. I'm gonna have fun
with you for that...
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-- Haze <11-06-58/17:09:41>
