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For the short story competion:
“The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?” said a puzzled FM as he looked at the cards on the table where Ant, Meka, Pb and Grix sat.
“grrrrr…” growled Ant as he tried to explain the rules to FM for the 10th time.
“So, is it anything like snap?” asked FM, trying to follow Ant’s rules. “Or Happy Families? I know that one…”
Ant gave up and threw his cards on the table. They all followed him to the bar to work out what everyone was having to eat. Er-no, the barman, looked up from polishing a beer glass and smiled.
“Ah, nice to see the regulars in again. Hopefully there’ll be no trouble like the last time?” He said as he poured a perfect pint of Guinness and printed the little shamrock on top with the machine.
Ant looked around as he heard the door open, it was Sniper, with Dan_UK, M16 and Venombyte.
“Hi there! Over here!” Ant shouted, waving his hand above the crowd. Sniper nudged through the crowd, spilling someones drink as he walked past.
“Hey!” came the voice from the man as he wiped the froth from his hand, “Oh, it’s you. Sorry!” he said as he saw Sniper.
The FOG gang were becoming legends in their own right these days. FM kept complaining that he couldn’t go anywhere without being recognised and spent a lot of time indoors with the curtains closed, the others secretly had other ideas about why he did this. Just then, the door opened again and the gang turned to face a shadowy figure.
“Let me at ‘im..” said Ant as Grix and Pb held him back. “That Bill Gates has a lot to answer for..”
Sheepy saw Ant and tapped Dan_uk on the shoulder while pointing to a sign hanging above the bar. It read: NO FIGHT SCENES. Ant relaxed a little and Grix lifted his arm away from Ant’s shoulder. Ant had heard that the real Bill Gates was in town and after all the things that the future version had put them through, he couldn’t see the rich American’s face without getting angry. They all went back to the table and the others dragged another table around so that they could all sit together.
“So what are we gonna do about Bill?” asked Ant.
“Nothing. He’s not causing any threat at the moment and we can’t be sure that the events in the future are due to happen in this reality or not anyway. The Bill Gates here is not necessarily the same Bill Gates from the future.” Explained Er-no as they sat down and waited for their meals.
As they talked away about gaming, arguing about which system was the best and boasting about their own game-playing skills, they heard a noise from outside the pub. It sounded like a gunshot and a scream followed, as if to confirm their suspicions. They rushed out of the pub and into the street, where a young lady stood over a body in the road. It was The Game.
“Game, can you hear me?” asked pb as Ant used his sock as smelling salts yet again.
The game looked up and Grix realized that his right arm was bleeding heavily. He tore a piece of material from The Game’s shirt and tied it above the wound in a tourniquet. “That should hold it for now.” He said as the Game sat up and groaned. “Did you see who did this to you?”
“It was dark, but I swear I’d recognise those glasses and that odd smile anywhere, it was Bill Gates.”
“I knew it!” said Ant, jumping up and down. Grix and Venombyte looked at each other, then grabbed Ant before he ran back into the pub again. “Let me go, I’ll get that stupid geek…” Ant said as he struggled in their grip.
“Calm down.” Said Grix, sternly. “We don’t know it was him for sure, as the Game said, it was dark. We need to find out exactly who was behind the shooting and why.”
- - -
The gang sat back in the pub again. After the police had asked The Game a few questions they immediately arrested Bill Gates and The Game had gone off in an ambulance. FM examined the bullet, while Ant sat grumbling away about their lack of respect for his opinion.
“Hm. The bullet looks like it’s from a standard pistol, but it has BG engraved on it.” Said FM as he looked closely through his pocket magnifying glass.
“Told you so….” Said Ant, although no one paid him any attention.
“I have an idea.” Said pb. “These bullets have been specially engraved, right? So why don’t we see if the guy down at the sports shop can tell us anything?”
“Sports shop?” said Sniper in disbelief. “What the heck is a sports shop owner going to know about guns and bullets?”
Venombyte tutted and explained. “The sports shop sells guns too, in fact it’s the only place you can legally get a gun round here.”
“That’s a GOOD thing!” added M16 and they all agreed.
They entered the sports shop and greeted the owner.
“Hi Sheepy, nice to see you’re keeping the family spirit alive…” said Grix.
“What?” asked Sheepy, perplexed.
“Never mind, private joke.” Replied Grix. “Can you tell us where this bullet was made?”
Sheepy took a look at the bullet. He smiled. “Yep, ordered right here, from me in fact. S’funny, I don’t remember the name of the guy, just that he had a pair of thick spectacles on and I remember the initials CM…”
“Not BG?” asked FM.
“No. Definitely CM…strange fellow, very excitable.”
“Cheers for the help,” said Grix. “It gives us something else to go on now.”
- --
The gang went to Grix’s apartment. It looked pretty tidy, apart from the cat hairs all over the seats and the odd piece of cucumber that Ant found behind the sofa.”
“I took the liberty of going through SR’s records of sales this afternoon.” Said Venombyte, showing them a piece of paper. “Tony was reluctant to give us a copy until he heard what had happened to Game.”
They looked at the list, it showed a list of all the consoles bought in the last month.
“Hm. Lots of PS2s sold this month then.” Said Ant.
“yeah, but have you noticed who they’ve been sold to?” said FM, pointing at the names.
Ant read down the list. “Jim Shepard, Charlie Moonstar, Paul Brown, Glen Far, Charlie Moonstar, Helen Ready, Charli….hang on. Haven’t I just read that?!”
“aha. Yep. That’s what I mean, someone has bought 15 playstations in the last month.” Said FM, emphasising the point by highlighting the names.
“And…?” asked Ant, who couldn’t see a problem with someone buying 15 playstation 2’s.
“And..” said M16, “that’s a bit excessive. He must be a real Sony nut.”
“Guys.” Said Grix, “I think you’d better watch this…”
Grix turned on the TV and they watched as a news reporter showed a picture of a man in a suit shaking hands with a boy.
“Two days ago... “ began the newsreader. “a young lad met with Sony representatives outside the UK Sony HQ after finding a golden ticket in his PS2 box. Today he has been offered a programming postion with the company’s software division, a local success story for a Sony obsessed young boy. His mother, Mrs Morgan, said she was so proud of her boy…”
Grix turned to the others. “I believe this kid is our mass PS2 buyer, and it just so happens that he has been using the initials CM to buy them. I think we should pay him a visit.
They left the building in a hurry and as they ran down the road, they were hit by a large hot blast of air that knocked Sniper and Ant flying on to the nearby grass verge.
“What the hell was that?” FM said as they rushed to the site of the blast.
The scene they found was chaos. The fire engines had already got to the scene and were trying to dampen the flames of the large building as they rose high into the sky.
“What’s that place?” asked Ant.
“It’s a warehouse for software, I think.” Said Pb. “They stocked massive amounts of operating Systems and Business software.”
“Like Windows?” asked Grix.
“hm. It’s becoming clearer now, I think….” FM stopped as he saw a figure running from the scene.
“After him!” he shouted as they ran towards the figure, now climbing a fence.
They jumped over the fence, Dan_Uk getting stuck on his jumper, and followed the figure over to a group of flats.
“Quick, here’s a short cut…” said FM. “You carry on that way, and we’ll take this route.”
They rushed through the alley, avoiding massive bin bags and various items that looked soft enough to fall on. Strange how these always appeared in alley ways during chase scenes. They stopped behind a wall and heard running footsteps coming their way. Pb jumped out and grabbed the figure, who fell against the bin bags, knocking over some nearby cans with a crash.
“Ok. That’s it.” Said Grix as he ran around the corner with Sniper and Ant. “Ah, this is our chap.”
They looked at the boy, the same boy that had been on the TV earlier. He was about 14 and had a scarred look about him.
“Ok, son.” Said Meka. “What were you doing at that burning building earlier?”
“Nothing.” Said the lad, obviously lying. “I just saw what happened and ran.”
Grix picked the kid up and something fell to the floor from his pocket. It was a pair of thick glasses. After searching his pockets they also found a gun and a couple of bullets with BG on them.
“Case solved, but why would you want to do it?” asked Sniper.
“Ha. That Bill Gates deserved to be behind bars. I couldn’t take the bugs in windows any more, so I framed him. And I would have got away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling kids.”
- --
They arrived at the police station, and after convincing Ant that it was a good idea to let Bill Gates go, they explained the situation and the police took the kid in to custody.
“Thanks to you, Bill Gates will be released and this kid will get the treatment he needs.”
Ant grumbled as he watched Mr Gates leave with the policeman, but the group was surprised when something fell from his pocket on to the ground. The policeman picked it up and looked at it.
“Hm. Is this yours mr Gates?” he said as he showed Bill the box. It was a CD with the words ‘Special Windows and Office Bugs 2000’ “I think you’d better come back with us….”
“The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?” said a puzzled FM as he looked at the cards on the table where Ant, Meka, Pb and Grix sat.
“grrrrr…” growled Ant as he tried to explain the rules to FM for the 10th time.
“So, is it anything like snap?” asked FM, trying to follow Ant’s rules. “Or Happy Families? I know that one…”
Ant gave up and threw his cards on the table. They all followed him to the bar to work out what everyone was having to eat. Er-no, the barman, looked up from polishing a beer glass and smiled.
“Ah, nice to see the regulars in again. Hopefully there’ll be no trouble like the last time?” He said as he poured a perfect pint of Guinness and printed the little shamrock on top with the machine.
Ant looked around as he heard the door open, it was Sniper, with Dan_UK, M16 and Venombyte.
“Hi there! Over here!” Ant shouted, waving his hand above the crowd. Sniper nudged through the crowd, spilling someones drink as he walked past.
“Hey!” came the voice from the man as he wiped the froth from his hand, “Oh, it’s you. Sorry!” he said as he saw Sniper.
The FOG gang were becoming legends in their own right these days. FM kept complaining that he couldn’t go anywhere without being recognised and spent a lot of time indoors with the curtains closed, the others secretly had other ideas about why he did this. Just then, the door opened again and the gang turned to face a shadowy figure.
“Let me at ‘im..” said Ant as Grix and Pb held him back. “That Bill Gates has a lot to answer for..”
Sheepy saw Ant and tapped Dan_uk on the shoulder while pointing to a sign hanging above the bar. It read: NO FIGHT SCENES. Ant relaxed a little and Grix lifted his arm away from Ant’s shoulder. Ant had heard that the real Bill Gates was in town and after all the things that the future version had put them through, he couldn’t see the rich American’s face without getting angry. They all went back to the table and the others dragged another table around so that they could all sit together.
“So what are we gonna do about Bill?” asked Ant.
“Nothing. He’s not causing any threat at the moment and we can’t be sure that the events in the future are due to happen in this reality or not anyway. The Bill Gates here is not necessarily the same Bill Gates from the future.” Explained Er-no as they sat down and waited for their meals.
As they talked away about gaming, arguing about which system was the best and boasting about their own game-playing skills, they heard a noise from outside the pub. It sounded like a gunshot and a scream followed, as if to confirm their suspicions. They rushed out of the pub and into the street, where a young lady stood over a body in the road. It was The Game.
“Game, can you hear me?” asked pb as Ant used his sock as smelling salts yet again.
The game looked up and Grix realized that his right arm was bleeding heavily. He tore a piece of material from The Game’s shirt and tied it above the wound in a tourniquet. “That should hold it for now.” He said as the Game sat up and groaned. “Did you see who did this to you?”
“It was dark, but I swear I’d recognise those glasses and that odd smile anywhere, it was Bill Gates.”
“I knew it!” said Ant, jumping up and down. Grix and Venombyte looked at each other, then grabbed Ant before he ran back into the pub again. “Let me go, I’ll get that stupid geek…” Ant said as he struggled in their grip.
“Calm down.” Said Grix, sternly. “We don’t know it was him for sure, as the Game said, it was dark. We need to find out exactly who was behind the shooting and why.”
- - -
The gang sat back in the pub again. After the police had asked The Game a few questions they immediately arrested Bill Gates and The Game had gone off in an ambulance. FM examined the bullet, while Ant sat grumbling away about their lack of respect for his opinion.
“Hm. The bullet looks like it’s from a standard pistol, but it has BG engraved on it.” Said FM as he looked closely through his pocket magnifying glass.
“Told you so….” Said Ant, although no one paid him any attention.
“I have an idea.” Said pb. “These bullets have been specially engraved, right? So why don’t we see if the guy down at the sports shop can tell us anything?”
“Sports shop?” said Sniper in disbelief. “What the heck is a sports shop owner going to know about guns and bullets?”
Venombyte tutted and explained. “The sports shop sells guns too, in fact it’s the only place you can legally get a gun round here.”
“That’s a GOOD thing!” added M16 and they all agreed.
They entered the sports shop and greeted the owner.
“Hi Sheepy, nice to see you’re keeping the family spirit alive…” said Grix.
“What?” asked Sheepy, perplexed.
“Never mind, private joke.” Replied Grix. “Can you tell us where this bullet was made?”
Sheepy took a look at the bullet. He smiled. “Yep, ordered right here, from me in fact. S’funny, I don’t remember the name of the guy, just that he had a pair of thick spectacles on and I remember the initials CM…”
“Not BG?” asked FM.
“No. Definitely CM…strange fellow, very excitable.”
“Cheers for the help,” said Grix. “It gives us something else to go on now.”
- --
The gang went to Grix’s apartment. It looked pretty tidy, apart from the cat hairs all over the seats and the odd piece of cucumber that Ant found behind the sofa.”
“I took the liberty of going through SR’s records of sales this afternoon.” Said Venombyte, showing them a piece of paper. “Tony was reluctant to give us a copy until he heard what had happened to Game.”
They looked at the list, it showed a list of all the consoles bought in the last month.
“Hm. Lots of PS2s sold this month then.” Said Ant.
“yeah, but have you noticed who they’ve been sold to?” said FM, pointing at the names.
Ant read down the list. “Jim Shepard, Charlie Moonstar, Paul Brown, Glen Far, Charlie Moonstar, Helen Ready, Charli….hang on. Haven’t I just read that?!”
“aha. Yep. That’s what I mean, someone has bought 15 playstations in the last month.” Said FM, emphasising the point by highlighting the names.
“And…?” asked Ant, who couldn’t see a problem with someone buying 15 playstation 2’s.
“And..” said M16, “that’s a bit excessive. He must be a real Sony nut.”
“Guys.” Said Grix, “I think you’d better watch this…”
Grix turned on the TV and they watched as a news reporter showed a picture of a man in a suit shaking hands with a boy.
“Two days ago... “ began the newsreader. “a young lad met with Sony representatives outside the UK Sony HQ after finding a golden ticket in his PS2 box. Today he has been offered a programming postion with the company’s software division, a local success story for a Sony obsessed young boy. His mother, Mrs Morgan, said she was so proud of her boy…”
Grix turned to the others. “I believe this kid is our mass PS2 buyer, and it just so happens that he has been using the initials CM to buy them. I think we should pay him a visit.
They left the building in a hurry and as they ran down the road, they were hit by a large hot blast of air that knocked Sniper and Ant flying on to the nearby grass verge.
“What the hell was that?” FM said as they rushed to the site of the blast.
The scene they found was chaos. The fire engines had already got to the scene and were trying to dampen the flames of the large building as they rose high into the sky.
“What’s that place?” asked Ant.
“It’s a warehouse for software, I think.” Said Pb. “They stocked massive amounts of operating Systems and Business software.”
“Like Windows?” asked Grix.
“hm. It’s becoming clearer now, I think….” FM stopped as he saw a figure running from the scene.
“After him!” he shouted as they ran towards the figure, now climbing a fence.
They jumped over the fence, Dan_Uk getting stuck on his jumper, and followed the figure over to a group of flats.
“Quick, here’s a short cut…” said FM. “You carry on that way, and we’ll take this route.”
They rushed through the alley, avoiding massive bin bags and various items that looked soft enough to fall on. Strange how these always appeared in alley ways during chase scenes. They stopped behind a wall and heard running footsteps coming their way. Pb jumped out and grabbed the figure, who fell against the bin bags, knocking over some nearby cans with a crash.
“Ok. That’s it.” Said Grix as he ran around the corner with Sniper and Ant. “Ah, this is our chap.”
They looked at the boy, the same boy that had been on the TV earlier. He was about 14 and had a scarred look about him.
“Ok, son.” Said Meka. “What were you doing at that burning building earlier?”
“Nothing.” Said the lad, obviously lying. “I just saw what happened and ran.”
Grix picked the kid up and something fell to the floor from his pocket. It was a pair of thick glasses. After searching his pockets they also found a gun and a couple of bullets with BG on them.
“Case solved, but why would you want to do it?” asked Sniper.
“Ha. That Bill Gates deserved to be behind bars. I couldn’t take the bugs in windows any more, so I framed him. And I would have got away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling kids.”
- --
They arrived at the police station, and after convincing Ant that it was a good idea to let Bill Gates go, they explained the situation and the police took the kid in to custody.
“Thanks to you, Bill Gates will be released and this kid will get the treatment he needs.”
Ant grumbled as he watched Mr Gates leave with the policeman, but the group was surprised when something fell from his pocket on to the ground. The policeman picked it up and looked at it.
“Hm. Is this yours mr Gates?” he said as he showed Bill the box. It was a CD with the words ‘Special Windows and Office Bugs 2000’ “I think you’d better come back with us….”
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Grix Thraves wrote:
>The term short story isn't used to describe it's length.
It is, but only in comparison to 300 page books :-D
>The term short story isn't used to describe it's length.
It is, but only in comparison to 300 page books :-D
Mongoose Man will return.....
That was good, but I prefered the Mongoose Man one : )
Heh, nice read. :0)
Don't be afraid to write more though. The term short story isn't used to describe it's length.
Don't be afraid to write more though. The term short story isn't used to describe it's length.
LOL! TW!
rite your own and make yourself a detective, then you shoot someone!
rite your own and make yourself a detective, then you shoot someone!
Yeah! Ahem, ahem!
It was good though
It was good though
heh. Short story, so many people to fit in. You were on holiday then....maybe in the next one, eh!!
;-)
;-)
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