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Sniper lay on the medic table, that Grix lay on oh so long ago... just before they all entered his mind, and entered a world of the west, fought like cowboys and swore like Scotsmen.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
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"Sir?"
Goatboy brushed down his jacket absently, taking little heed of the authority the man sensed in him. "Yeah? What?"
"Well... I've come to ask you a favour, if I may, please." The man took off his hat, in the dark doorway. Goatboy made another mental note to replace the bulb in his office.
"Go ahead." Goatboy sat on the front of his desk now, facing the man.
"Well, I'm... I'm in love sir, and... I want to marry my fiance, and I can't... I don't really... I need time off, sir." The man said abruptly. "I love her dearly and I just want her to have the wedding she deserves..."
Goatboy smiled to himself. "If you need time off, never be afraid to ask. I'm not running some sort of concentration camp here man, just a railway."
The man smiled, unsure of what he's been told.
"Yes, you can have time off. Take all the time you need." Goatboy finally said, to the happy man who left the room as suddenly as he could without seeming rude.
Leaving Goatboy in his office again.
Goatboy ran out of his office, and shouted across the platform.
"Sorry! Hello!"
The man that had come to see him stopped dead in his tracks... his heart stopped beating.
"I'm sorry but I don't know what your name is! I need it for the records and stuff!"
"My name is Venombyte sir! Thank you so much!" Venombyte took off his hat again, nodding, and then nearly fell over as he run off again.
Goatboy smiled again as Venombyte ran off down the railway.
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"You again."
Pb sat in the corner of the cell, clutching his head with his knees.
Sniper unlocked the cell door, and left Pb to whatever he wanted to do.
He went to the next one, and unlocked Grix from his cell.
"Sniper, was there anyone else in here last night?"
"Yeah, Pb came home last night as well."
"No, before that. I'm sure there was someone else in here."
Sniper looked around... the window was locked on the inside, and all the doors had been locked when he came in...
"Did you hear a voice?" Sniper asked, returning to Grix.
"No, not as such." Grix replied, walking out from his cell. "I just felt a presence in here, as if I wasn't alone."
"Probably the drink messing with your head again Grix." He walked past Pb's cell, and watched as he tried to get to his feet. "You be careful, otherwise you'll end up like this poor sap, and I'll have to start charging rent."
Grix smiled through his teeth. Took one last look at Pb, and then walked away.
Sniper met up with him outside... it was raining again, pouring down. "Grix, are you SURE you haven't been stalking anyone?"
Grix stared at Sniper. "I don't know now. Sometimes I just wonder off, following women and I end up in places where I've never been before. It's like someone else takes over my body, like I become a giant walking puppet."
"Oh." Sniper said, looking at the ground.
Grix stared at Sniper again, bored waiting for a reaction. "Sniper, what the hell is up with you? You don't seem right at all recently. You and all this talk of not feeling as if you're all there... you're beginning to scare me, to be honest."
"Ha, never knew you cared." Sniper said, not really knowing if it sounded as convincing as he had hoped it to be. "Really, I'm fine. If I need you again..."
Sniper stopped mid sentence, and looked at Grix.
"...Then I'll know where to find you."
"Yeah, see you around."
Grix walked off, leaving Sniper standing in the rain, utterly confused.
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Sniper poured another whiskey, and shooed the woman out of his house.
Who could he turn to? It seemed like everyone was working against him... almost as if they had some giant plan worked out...
Not even his clan appealed to him anymore. He didn't feel as he really enjoyed it anymore... it was hard enough work to make them all actually turn up for a game.
Sniper looked out of the window, down the hill and through the rain which made the constant view from his house... a painting almost, depicting his life. The streams from the heavy rain rushed down the hill, parallel to the path which lay straight down from his house, winding only at the bottom.
A few minutes later, Sniper found himself drinking watered down whiskey outside in his nightgown and slippers. He walked down the path, skipping every few steps. Laughing, he began to skip more, and when he reached the bottom after dancing around the small winding path which led to the road, he threw his glass as hard as he could into the roof of his house. It simply smashed, and the alcohol dripped down the side of his house like blood... almost crying out in pain as it fell to the grass...
Sniper looked up at it from sitting in a puddle, where he fell where he threw the glass. He got up, and began to shake as hard as he could, to get the water off him.
He then walked slowly through the rain... he never turned, just a completely straight line, facing directly down from his house.
And to some distance, he reached a cliff. He smiled as he watched over it... the rain lightly dancing on the sea, as it threw itself up and over the rocks beneath him... tears of the world crashing against the incomprehensible danger of the cliff... beauty of such nature cannot be so easily turned into what we may think it to be... or whatever we should expect it to be.
Calmed with the drink and rain, Sniper pondered over jumping into the sea, wondering exactly if the rocks really did hurt as much as he may of otherwised imagined them to be.
But he didn't. He just sat, legs kicking off the side of the cliff, and he watched.
As many times in as many nights he felt alone, but for some reason, he realised that this wasn't such a bad thing after all. It made him stronger to be alone, wiser, and much more suspicious. That way, he lived longer.
The first thing he needed to do was track down that woman... surely he had some trace... other than Grix...
But of course. If this woman knew that Grix would be in the Queen's Arms, or at least agreed with Grix to go there, then she must have been there herself.
Which meant that Turbonutter would know if she had been in there or not... well, it was worth a try. He didn't have anything else to go.
As for Grix... he would just have to keep his eyes peeled.
Goatboy brushed down his jacket absently, taking little heed of the authority the man sensed in him. "Yeah? What?"
"Well... I've come to ask you a favour, if I may, please." The man took off his hat, in the dark doorway. Goatboy made another mental note to replace the bulb in his office.
"Go ahead." Goatboy sat on the front of his desk now, facing the man.
"Well, I'm... I'm in love sir, and... I want to marry my fiance, and I can't... I don't really... I need time off, sir." The man said abruptly. "I love her dearly and I just want her to have the wedding she deserves..."
Goatboy smiled to himself. "If you need time off, never be afraid to ask. I'm not running some sort of concentration camp here man, just a railway."
The man smiled, unsure of what he's been told.
"Yes, you can have time off. Take all the time you need." Goatboy finally said, to the happy man who left the room as suddenly as he could without seeming rude.
Leaving Goatboy in his office again.
Goatboy ran out of his office, and shouted across the platform.
"Sorry! Hello!"
The man that had come to see him stopped dead in his tracks... his heart stopped beating.
"I'm sorry but I don't know what your name is! I need it for the records and stuff!"
"My name is Venombyte sir! Thank you so much!" Venombyte took off his hat again, nodding, and then nearly fell over as he run off again.
Goatboy smiled again as Venombyte ran off down the railway.
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"You again."
Pb sat in the corner of the cell, clutching his head with his knees.
Sniper unlocked the cell door, and left Pb to whatever he wanted to do.
He went to the next one, and unlocked Grix from his cell.
"Sniper, was there anyone else in here last night?"
"Yeah, Pb came home last night as well."
"No, before that. I'm sure there was someone else in here."
Sniper looked around... the window was locked on the inside, and all the doors had been locked when he came in...
"Did you hear a voice?" Sniper asked, returning to Grix.
"No, not as such." Grix replied, walking out from his cell. "I just felt a presence in here, as if I wasn't alone."
"Probably the drink messing with your head again Grix." He walked past Pb's cell, and watched as he tried to get to his feet. "You be careful, otherwise you'll end up like this poor sap, and I'll have to start charging rent."
Grix smiled through his teeth. Took one last look at Pb, and then walked away.
Sniper met up with him outside... it was raining again, pouring down. "Grix, are you SURE you haven't been stalking anyone?"
Grix stared at Sniper. "I don't know now. Sometimes I just wonder off, following women and I end up in places where I've never been before. It's like someone else takes over my body, like I become a giant walking puppet."
"Oh." Sniper said, looking at the ground.
Grix stared at Sniper again, bored waiting for a reaction. "Sniper, what the hell is up with you? You don't seem right at all recently. You and all this talk of not feeling as if you're all there... you're beginning to scare me, to be honest."
"Ha, never knew you cared." Sniper said, not really knowing if it sounded as convincing as he had hoped it to be. "Really, I'm fine. If I need you again..."
Sniper stopped mid sentence, and looked at Grix.
"...Then I'll know where to find you."
"Yeah, see you around."
Grix walked off, leaving Sniper standing in the rain, utterly confused.
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Sniper poured another whiskey, and shooed the woman out of his house.
Who could he turn to? It seemed like everyone was working against him... almost as if they had some giant plan worked out...
Not even his clan appealed to him anymore. He didn't feel as he really enjoyed it anymore... it was hard enough work to make them all actually turn up for a game.
Sniper looked out of the window, down the hill and through the rain which made the constant view from his house... a painting almost, depicting his life. The streams from the heavy rain rushed down the hill, parallel to the path which lay straight down from his house, winding only at the bottom.
A few minutes later, Sniper found himself drinking watered down whiskey outside in his nightgown and slippers. He walked down the path, skipping every few steps. Laughing, he began to skip more, and when he reached the bottom after dancing around the small winding path which led to the road, he threw his glass as hard as he could into the roof of his house. It simply smashed, and the alcohol dripped down the side of his house like blood... almost crying out in pain as it fell to the grass...
Sniper looked up at it from sitting in a puddle, where he fell where he threw the glass. He got up, and began to shake as hard as he could, to get the water off him.
He then walked slowly through the rain... he never turned, just a completely straight line, facing directly down from his house.
And to some distance, he reached a cliff. He smiled as he watched over it... the rain lightly dancing on the sea, as it threw itself up and over the rocks beneath him... tears of the world crashing against the incomprehensible danger of the cliff... beauty of such nature cannot be so easily turned into what we may think it to be... or whatever we should expect it to be.
Calmed with the drink and rain, Sniper pondered over jumping into the sea, wondering exactly if the rocks really did hurt as much as he may of otherwised imagined them to be.
But he didn't. He just sat, legs kicking off the side of the cliff, and he watched.
As many times in as many nights he felt alone, but for some reason, he realised that this wasn't such a bad thing after all. It made him stronger to be alone, wiser, and much more suspicious. That way, he lived longer.
The first thing he needed to do was track down that woman... surely he had some trace... other than Grix...
But of course. If this woman knew that Grix would be in the Queen's Arms, or at least agreed with Grix to go there, then she must have been there herself.
Which meant that Turbonutter would know if she had been in there or not... well, it was worth a try. He didn't have anything else to go.
As for Grix... he would just have to keep his eyes peeled.
Ant and Sheepy guarded the the hideout while Delta did his best to rewire the system and find out the extent of the damage and why things had gone wrong.
Delta came out with the most perplexed look yoiu could imagine.
"Anything to report?" asked Ant.
Delta took a deep breath.
"They've destoyed everything except the part linking our five agents into the computer. We're powerless to bring them out. We're going to have to re build the system and rescue them!"
Ant sighed, it was a pain having to rescue just Grix and Sniper but now it there was Meka, Goatboy, Venombyte, FM and Pb too.
"How long will it take to reset up the system?"
"With Strafex out of action? 2 weeks atleast!
What reall confuses me though is how the system was interfered with. This building has no outside lines!"
Ant sighed.
Even if nothing COULD go wrong, that still meant everything WOULD go wrong...
Goatboy sat in his office. Running the train station was a nice easy job. He'd built up a fair bit of experience although he couldn't remember where.
He'd only seen a train a few weeks ago when he moved into the city. Before that he'd worked as the manager of his old man's Corner Shop in the village where he grew up.
Where he got these ideas about running trains he had no idea, perhaps it was a dream, perhaps he was just a natural...
His line of thought was broken by a dark figure at the door way.
"Come in" called Goaty, quickly taking his feet off the desk...
Delta came out with the most perplexed look yoiu could imagine.
"Anything to report?" asked Ant.
Delta took a deep breath.
"They've destoyed everything except the part linking our five agents into the computer. We're powerless to bring them out. We're going to have to re build the system and rescue them!"
Ant sighed, it was a pain having to rescue just Grix and Sniper but now it there was Meka, Goatboy, Venombyte, FM and Pb too.
"How long will it take to reset up the system?"
"With Strafex out of action? 2 weeks atleast!
What reall confuses me though is how the system was interfered with. This building has no outside lines!"
Ant sighed.
Even if nothing COULD go wrong, that still meant everything WOULD go wrong...
Goatboy sat in his office. Running the train station was a nice easy job. He'd built up a fair bit of experience although he couldn't remember where.
He'd only seen a train a few weeks ago when he moved into the city. Before that he'd worked as the manager of his old man's Corner Shop in the village where he grew up.
Where he got these ideas about running trains he had no idea, perhaps it was a dream, perhaps he was just a natural...
His line of thought was broken by a dark figure at the door way.
"Come in" called Goaty, quickly taking his feet off the desk...
Meka staggered forward, following the man... his shadow cast over him...
"Where... where are we going?" Meka tried to ask. It sounded more like he was talking to himself, though.
The man stopped ahead of him, turned around, grabbed Meka by the shirt, and started dragging him.
More light... where did it come from?
Meka felt himself flying... and dustbins came rushing towards him. He landed in them, and everything went awry.
"DON'T COME BACK AGAIN!" The man shouted at last, before slamming the door.
Meka looked around a bit more... he had just been thrown out of some sort of pub, or bar... God knows. Meka looked for a sign.
A beam of light descended from the sky, and lit up the name of the pub. The Bull Inn.
But of course! He had come to find out where FM was, even though he already knew. Damn these writers and their lack of communication.
Meka finally got up from the rubbish, and brushed himself down... now... what was all the fuss about again?
He couldn't remember. He just remembered that he had lived here all his life... and... he was a bank manager! Wow... that's a great job...
He wrote novels in his spare time, and he was about to get one published... which reminded him, his wife and two children waited home for him. He better get going, they're probably worried.
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"Strafex, really man, something is going down bad here."
"Yeah, I know..." Strafex was worried. The five that had entered had now strangely vanished, and they didn't know even if they was dead or not. He was also worried about if anyone had noticed that he had been killed in the previous story.
"Ant, go home. I'll stay here tonight and see if anything happens."
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Grix threw another pebble at the tv, trying to change to channel... how on earth he would be able to move the dial far enough was beyond him, but he had nothing better to do.
Grix looked up. Someone was at the door... looked like someone had been arrested.
The door opened, and officer er-no pushed someone through the door... the man was obviously drunk, and struggled to keep vertical.
er-no unlocked a new cell, and threw the man in. He locked it, and then went out, locking the door behind him.
"Hi." Grix said. "You ok?"
For a while, there was no response. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Grix had forgotten what he was going to say next. "Err... What are you in for?"
"Being drunky and out of order."
"Right."
An uneasy silence was killed by a large burp coming from the other cell.
"Hey... err... what's your name?"
"Me? I'm Pb. Peebee. That's my name now. Yup." The sound of something metal hitting something stone came from his cell. "Whoops. No water for me tonight."
"Pb huh?" Grix had heard of that name. Not a lot of good things came attached to it.
Grix was an information seeker. If you needed to know something, then you went to Grix. Sniper often came to Grix, needing help on cases, tracking people down. Which was why Sniper was so nice to him.
Pb had been married, once. But the "Good Lord" had taken her away, and he spent most of his time drinking or in jail. Grix was surprised he didn't recognise him as he walked through the door.
At the height of his success... Pb had owned a small business leasing houses, the business of which he had built up himself. But after competition difficulties and eventually getting into debt, combined with the loss of his wife, he lost it all. Grix still wondered what Pb thought about as he downed another gin, as if he was trying to drown thirsty demons.
A terrible waste.
"I think I've wet myself." Pb said, before gently crying.
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Strafex turned around. A knock came at the door.
He got up, and opened it without even looking to see who it was. Probably just Ant picking up something he had forgot.
He was wrong.
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Ant turned up the next morning with Sheepy, hoping that Strafex had got the systems working, and that they could communicate with the guys again.
Ant opened the door to find everything had been trashed...
He ran in, searching around... all the monitors, everything set up so they could see what was going on... destroyed...
Sheepy just stood at the doorway.
Ant looked up from his knees, and followed Sheepy's line of sight.
Strafex lay in a heap in the corner of the room.
Ant walked over to him... he wasn't moving.
And then he coughed.
Ant knelt down, and called Sheepy over... they had to get Strafex to a hospital.
"What happened? What's going on?"
"I don't know..." Strafex said, between breaths and coughs. "I opened the door, and I ended up here..."
Someone didn't want them watching. It looked like they had got what they wanted.
"Where... where are we going?" Meka tried to ask. It sounded more like he was talking to himself, though.
The man stopped ahead of him, turned around, grabbed Meka by the shirt, and started dragging him.
More light... where did it come from?
Meka felt himself flying... and dustbins came rushing towards him. He landed in them, and everything went awry.
"DON'T COME BACK AGAIN!" The man shouted at last, before slamming the door.
Meka looked around a bit more... he had just been thrown out of some sort of pub, or bar... God knows. Meka looked for a sign.
A beam of light descended from the sky, and lit up the name of the pub. The Bull Inn.
But of course! He had come to find out where FM was, even though he already knew. Damn these writers and their lack of communication.
Meka finally got up from the rubbish, and brushed himself down... now... what was all the fuss about again?
He couldn't remember. He just remembered that he had lived here all his life... and... he was a bank manager! Wow... that's a great job...
He wrote novels in his spare time, and he was about to get one published... which reminded him, his wife and two children waited home for him. He better get going, they're probably worried.
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"Strafex, really man, something is going down bad here."
"Yeah, I know..." Strafex was worried. The five that had entered had now strangely vanished, and they didn't know even if they was dead or not. He was also worried about if anyone had noticed that he had been killed in the previous story.
"Ant, go home. I'll stay here tonight and see if anything happens."
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Grix threw another pebble at the tv, trying to change to channel... how on earth he would be able to move the dial far enough was beyond him, but he had nothing better to do.
Grix looked up. Someone was at the door... looked like someone had been arrested.
The door opened, and officer er-no pushed someone through the door... the man was obviously drunk, and struggled to keep vertical.
er-no unlocked a new cell, and threw the man in. He locked it, and then went out, locking the door behind him.
"Hi." Grix said. "You ok?"
For a while, there was no response. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Grix had forgotten what he was going to say next. "Err... What are you in for?"
"Being drunky and out of order."
"Right."
An uneasy silence was killed by a large burp coming from the other cell.
"Hey... err... what's your name?"
"Me? I'm Pb. Peebee. That's my name now. Yup." The sound of something metal hitting something stone came from his cell. "Whoops. No water for me tonight."
"Pb huh?" Grix had heard of that name. Not a lot of good things came attached to it.
Grix was an information seeker. If you needed to know something, then you went to Grix. Sniper often came to Grix, needing help on cases, tracking people down. Which was why Sniper was so nice to him.
Pb had been married, once. But the "Good Lord" had taken her away, and he spent most of his time drinking or in jail. Grix was surprised he didn't recognise him as he walked through the door.
At the height of his success... Pb had owned a small business leasing houses, the business of which he had built up himself. But after competition difficulties and eventually getting into debt, combined with the loss of his wife, he lost it all. Grix still wondered what Pb thought about as he downed another gin, as if he was trying to drown thirsty demons.
A terrible waste.
"I think I've wet myself." Pb said, before gently crying.
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Strafex turned around. A knock came at the door.
He got up, and opened it without even looking to see who it was. Probably just Ant picking up something he had forgot.
He was wrong.
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Ant turned up the next morning with Sheepy, hoping that Strafex had got the systems working, and that they could communicate with the guys again.
Ant opened the door to find everything had been trashed...
He ran in, searching around... all the monitors, everything set up so they could see what was going on... destroyed...
Sheepy just stood at the doorway.
Ant looked up from his knees, and followed Sheepy's line of sight.
Strafex lay in a heap in the corner of the room.
Ant walked over to him... he wasn't moving.
And then he coughed.
Ant knelt down, and called Sheepy over... they had to get Strafex to a hospital.
"What happened? What's going on?"
"I don't know..." Strafex said, between breaths and coughs. "I opened the door, and I ended up here..."
Someone didn't want them watching. It looked like they had got what they wanted.
Meka opened his eyes, not sure what to expect. Fortunately, the strange dots had disappeared, and he was able to look around. Unfortunately, he could see still nothing, as he was surrounded by complete darkness.
Slowly he made his way to his feet, wincing as he did so. The pain in his head had subsided a little, but it continued to throb.
He stuck out his hands, trying to feel his way around. He slowly took 2 steps forward, and he felt a sharp pain in both his hands. It felt like brick...but a lot had been scraped away.
He turned, and walked forward again. He didn't touch anything for a while, so the room he was in must've been quite long. The only sound he could hear was his own heavy breathing, and strangely enough, an occasionally drip of water. His heart began to beat faster...where the hell was he? He had to find some source of light, he couldn't take it much more. What was he going to do? Was he going to DIE in this god-forsaken place?
He was suddenly broken out of his daze, as his leg smashed into something hard and wooden. He stumbled as he walked into what felt like a chair. He fell to the cold ground again. He felt his eyes becoming heavy...he had to sleep. He needed to go to sleep. Perhaps he would die if he slept...but who cared?
Just as he was about to drift off, he was shocked by a sudden burst of light. He groaned as his eyes began to water, and it took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust completely.
He looked up, and there stood a man. He wasn't tall, yet he wasn't short. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin either.
The man starred at him for a while, a seeminlg amused look on his face. Then, he said in a calm, dark tone of voice:
"Come with me." He opened a door at the end of the room, and then beckoned Meka towards it.
Meka stood up, and did as he said.
Slowly he made his way to his feet, wincing as he did so. The pain in his head had subsided a little, but it continued to throb.
He stuck out his hands, trying to feel his way around. He slowly took 2 steps forward, and he felt a sharp pain in both his hands. It felt like brick...but a lot had been scraped away.
He turned, and walked forward again. He didn't touch anything for a while, so the room he was in must've been quite long. The only sound he could hear was his own heavy breathing, and strangely enough, an occasionally drip of water. His heart began to beat faster...where the hell was he? He had to find some source of light, he couldn't take it much more. What was he going to do? Was he going to DIE in this god-forsaken place?
He was suddenly broken out of his daze, as his leg smashed into something hard and wooden. He stumbled as he walked into what felt like a chair. He fell to the cold ground again. He felt his eyes becoming heavy...he had to sleep. He needed to go to sleep. Perhaps he would die if he slept...but who cared?
Just as he was about to drift off, he was shocked by a sudden burst of light. He groaned as his eyes began to water, and it took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust completely.
He looked up, and there stood a man. He wasn't tall, yet he wasn't short. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin either.
The man starred at him for a while, a seeminlg amused look on his face. Then, he said in a calm, dark tone of voice:
"Come with me." He opened a door at the end of the room, and then beckoned Meka towards it.
Meka stood up, and did as he said.
Sniper noted to himself that he had never seen that woman before in his life. Nothing whatsoever like the one that came to him in his office earlier that evening.
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Grix sat in the cell, watching the tv on the desk out in the office... Sniper was on tv...
Oh yes! The carnival tommorrow... he had forgotten all about that, they're probably setting up all the rides now...
Even though Grix had watched Sniper lock the door of the station, and walk straight out... he was sure he wasn't alone in the cell... he could see out from the front wall, which was completely barred, but the two side walls blocked his view around the room...
"Hello?" He said...
Nothing. He was getting spooked over nothing.
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"We've got them traced." Your Honour said...
Wookiee tapped his fingers together. "Excellent. Exterminate them. I want no evidence left."
Wookiee walked out of the room, and swung his cape behind him... laughing madly...
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Grix sat in the cell, watching the tv on the desk out in the office... Sniper was on tv...
Oh yes! The carnival tommorrow... he had forgotten all about that, they're probably setting up all the rides now...
Even though Grix had watched Sniper lock the door of the station, and walk straight out... he was sure he wasn't alone in the cell... he could see out from the front wall, which was completely barred, but the two side walls blocked his view around the room...
"Hello?" He said...
Nothing. He was getting spooked over nothing.
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"We've got them traced." Your Honour said...
Wookiee tapped his fingers together. "Excellent. Exterminate them. I want no evidence left."
Wookiee walked out of the room, and swung his cape behind him... laughing madly...
Meka's head was spinning.
He had to contact mission control, he had to warn the others.
A counter agent had capture him and stolen his woman disguise.
Now they were all in danger.
Despite this, there was only one thing really nagging him.
Who was this YH?
And why did he want to ruin the mission?
Was he an agent for the Overlord.
Whoever he was, he had to be stopped.
Meka opened his eyes once more and tried to make out his surroundings....
He had to contact mission control, he had to warn the others.
A counter agent had capture him and stolen his woman disguise.
Now they were all in danger.
Despite this, there was only one thing really nagging him.
Who was this YH?
And why did he want to ruin the mission?
Was he an agent for the Overlord.
Whoever he was, he had to be stopped.
Meka opened his eyes once more and tried to make out his surroundings....
"Oh yeah, and that small problem of the woman being stalked by you I mentioned three or perhaps four times." Sniper added.
"Oh yeah, right." Grix looked around. Odd, they had entered the Queen's Arms, and come out of The Bull. Sniper hadn't seemed to notice.
The black and white surroundings disorientated him... everything seemed so out of perspective...
"What were you saying about not being all there, Sniper?"
"I don't know..." Sniper said, speaking through his cigarrette... "It's times like these I wonder why in the hell I bothered to get up in the morning... why I just didn't lay there... go back to sleep..."
Sniper looked up into the rain, and got a droplet in his eye. He tried to wipe it clean.
"Look, Grix, just go and spend a night in a jailcell so I can keep this lady happy. And stop stalking her."
"But I wasn't! Really! I stopped that years ago, you know it!"
"Yeah, I know it Grix, but she doesn't, and I like to play poker with my cards FACING me." Sniper wondered why he kept saying things like that... his thoughts echoed through the street, as if they were being said aloud.
Echo.
Echoooooo.
"Sniper?"
"Yeah? That's me, bucko."
Grix stared at Sniper as if he was a stain on his trousers, hoping no-one else would see it.
"Sniper, perhaps you better go home. I'll go and sit in that cell, just don't forget to let me out this time."
"Yeah, I'll be along in the morning."
Sniper looked up... finally, it had stopped raining...
And then it started to snow.
Within a few seconds the whole town was covered with a good few inches of snow, covering the roofs and roads, sticking straight away. Sniper looked around, a snowman had been built on the street corner, the scarf beginning to be snowed under...
This place was weird.
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After locking up Grix for the night, Sniper reached his home to find his door ajar.
He reached for his gun, and strode into his home... he fumbled for the light switch... *click*
Nobody was in the hallway, but there was another light coming from the living room.
Sniper dived at the door, swinging it open, rolling on the floor and pointing the gun at the black and white woman who stood at the bar, making herself a drink.
"Good evening, I've been waiting for you."
"I noticed." Sniper said, pulling himself from the ground. "How did you get in?"
"I kicked the door until the lock gave in." The woman replied. "These heels aren't just for show, you know."
Sniper raised his eyebrow. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to speak to you, I'm scared Sniper, and I don't know what to do."
Another day, and another frightened woman... jese, this city never slept. Sniper never slept, it seemed.
"You've come to the right place, beautiful." Sniper walked to the bar, and opened the bottle that the woman had been fighting with. "Tell me your woes."
"It's my husband, he tells me that my cooking doesn't satisfy him anymore."
Sniper looked to the side, squinting his eyes. "Then why don't you try something new? Something he hasn't eaten before?"
"Because I don't know how to cook anything special."
"Well, I've got a cookbook I wrote in my spare time..." Sniper went to his bookshelf. "Here, look. Lemon roasted duck. Why not try that?"
The woman glared at the photo in the book... "I might just do that."
Sniper gave the book to the woman. "Bring it back when he's satisfied. See you later darling."
The woman walked away from Sniper, peering over her shoulder as she left.
Sniper loosened his collar, sat down, and opened his bottle of whiskey... he switched on his black and white tv. Sniper was on the news, again. They were holding a carnival for him tommorrow... the waltzers, big wheel, dodgems... all the fun of the fair, and in his honour.
Would he go? Hell no. He would be home, drinking whiskey, watching the time go past.
But still... there was something, something digging at the back of his mind, like nothing was as it seemed.
He blew the smoke from his cigarrette into the air, pasting the ceiling.
He never felt so alone.
"Oh yeah, right." Grix looked around. Odd, they had entered the Queen's Arms, and come out of The Bull. Sniper hadn't seemed to notice.
The black and white surroundings disorientated him... everything seemed so out of perspective...
"What were you saying about not being all there, Sniper?"
"I don't know..." Sniper said, speaking through his cigarrette... "It's times like these I wonder why in the hell I bothered to get up in the morning... why I just didn't lay there... go back to sleep..."
Sniper looked up into the rain, and got a droplet in his eye. He tried to wipe it clean.
"Look, Grix, just go and spend a night in a jailcell so I can keep this lady happy. And stop stalking her."
"But I wasn't! Really! I stopped that years ago, you know it!"
"Yeah, I know it Grix, but she doesn't, and I like to play poker with my cards FACING me." Sniper wondered why he kept saying things like that... his thoughts echoed through the street, as if they were being said aloud.
Echo.
Echoooooo.
"Sniper?"
"Yeah? That's me, bucko."
Grix stared at Sniper as if he was a stain on his trousers, hoping no-one else would see it.
"Sniper, perhaps you better go home. I'll go and sit in that cell, just don't forget to let me out this time."
"Yeah, I'll be along in the morning."
Sniper looked up... finally, it had stopped raining...
And then it started to snow.
Within a few seconds the whole town was covered with a good few inches of snow, covering the roofs and roads, sticking straight away. Sniper looked around, a snowman had been built on the street corner, the scarf beginning to be snowed under...
This place was weird.
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After locking up Grix for the night, Sniper reached his home to find his door ajar.
He reached for his gun, and strode into his home... he fumbled for the light switch... *click*
Nobody was in the hallway, but there was another light coming from the living room.
Sniper dived at the door, swinging it open, rolling on the floor and pointing the gun at the black and white woman who stood at the bar, making herself a drink.
"Good evening, I've been waiting for you."
"I noticed." Sniper said, pulling himself from the ground. "How did you get in?"
"I kicked the door until the lock gave in." The woman replied. "These heels aren't just for show, you know."
Sniper raised his eyebrow. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to speak to you, I'm scared Sniper, and I don't know what to do."
Another day, and another frightened woman... jese, this city never slept. Sniper never slept, it seemed.
"You've come to the right place, beautiful." Sniper walked to the bar, and opened the bottle that the woman had been fighting with. "Tell me your woes."
"It's my husband, he tells me that my cooking doesn't satisfy him anymore."
Sniper looked to the side, squinting his eyes. "Then why don't you try something new? Something he hasn't eaten before?"
"Because I don't know how to cook anything special."
"Well, I've got a cookbook I wrote in my spare time..." Sniper went to his bookshelf. "Here, look. Lemon roasted duck. Why not try that?"
The woman glared at the photo in the book... "I might just do that."
Sniper gave the book to the woman. "Bring it back when he's satisfied. See you later darling."
The woman walked away from Sniper, peering over her shoulder as she left.
Sniper loosened his collar, sat down, and opened his bottle of whiskey... he switched on his black and white tv. Sniper was on the news, again. They were holding a carnival for him tommorrow... the waltzers, big wheel, dodgems... all the fun of the fair, and in his honour.
Would he go? Hell no. He would be home, drinking whiskey, watching the time go past.
But still... there was something, something digging at the back of his mind, like nothing was as it seemed.
He blew the smoke from his cigarrette into the air, pasting the ceiling.
He never felt so alone.
Meka rolled over, and vomited.
Nice.
His head hurt. Why did his head hurt? What was going on? He realised he was lying on a cold floor, it wasn't stone, but it was still cold.
He gingerly reached up and touched the back of his head, wincing with pain as he did so. He looked at his fingers, they had some blood on them.
He tried to sit up, to look around the room and try to find out where he was. He tried this, but lots of purple and blue dots appeared in front of his eyes, he collapsed back to the floor, hitting his head again.
"It's going to be *this* kind of day, eh?" He mumbled, before passing out again.
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YH looked around.
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Grix and Sniper left The Bull (that's the pub, not an actual bullock, that would just be disgusting) and walked out into the cold night air.
"Blimey, it's a bit chilly tonight."
"True, it is October though, we change the clocks soon."
"Christ, October already, eh? Where's the year gone?"
"Dunno. Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?" Asked Grix.
"Well, something funny's going on. But I'm not sure what."
"Ah. Good start, no wonder people call you Sherlock..."
"They do?" Sniper puffed his chest up in pride, completely oblivious to the sarcasm around him.
"Well, what's the problem, as far as you know."
"Well, it's weird, but I feel like I'm not really here."
Nice.
His head hurt. Why did his head hurt? What was going on? He realised he was lying on a cold floor, it wasn't stone, but it was still cold.
He gingerly reached up and touched the back of his head, wincing with pain as he did so. He looked at his fingers, they had some blood on them.
He tried to sit up, to look around the room and try to find out where he was. He tried this, but lots of purple and blue dots appeared in front of his eyes, he collapsed back to the floor, hitting his head again.
"It's going to be *this* kind of day, eh?" He mumbled, before passing out again.
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YH looked around.
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Grix and Sniper left The Bull (that's the pub, not an actual bullock, that would just be disgusting) and walked out into the cold night air.
"Blimey, it's a bit chilly tonight."
"True, it is October though, we change the clocks soon."
"Christ, October already, eh? Where's the year gone?"
"Dunno. Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?" Asked Grix.
"Well, something funny's going on. But I'm not sure what."
"Ah. Good start, no wonder people call you Sherlock..."
"They do?" Sniper puffed his chest up in pride, completely oblivious to the sarcasm around him.
"Well, what's the problem, as far as you know."
"Well, it's weird, but I feel like I'm not really here."
The author breathed a sigh of relief.
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5:55PM
The Bull Pub seemed different to anything Meka would normally associate himself with... the floor was carpeted, and the glasses were clean.
Meka sat in the corner of the room around a small circular table. He ordered a martini... rosso, on the rocks.
Two men played pool, and their names were written badly on the blackboard on the wall. Sheepy, and Iguana.
Meka quickly made the distinction between man and female, and approched Sheepy.
"Hey."
Sheepy turned around... "Hey what?"
"Hey you."
"What?"
Meka shook his head, and started again.
"I'm looking for someone, I've been told that you can help me..."
Sheepy's eyes widened... "Ah... I had nearly forgotten." Sheepy grabbed the white, and placed it in the corner pocket, smiling at Iguana. She smiled back, and crossed out Sheepy's name from the board.
They both sat back around the circular table in the corner... Meka's rosso arrived.
"Fantasymeister, correct?" Sheepy asked... He didn't need an answer to continue. "Tracking him down is going to be hard, he goes by a different name here."
Meka starred at Sheepy.
"Hawkwynde." Sheepy said. "I believe you might find him on the Unreal servers tonight."
Meka then felt like he was being watched... a horrible senstation down his spine.
Why did he come here? He already knew that FM was going to be on the Unreal servers, trying to contact Sniper tonight, joining his clan...
Something heavy came down on Meka's head.
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"Meka? Meka? Respond Meka, where are you?" Strafex said...
He checked the monitors. They had lost all communication with Meka.
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The rain pittered down on Sniper like someone spitting on him. God. God was spitting on him. Like every other day.
He tried to light another cigarette... but he couldn't get that woman out of his mind. Something was up, right up.
Something had spooked her good, it took a long time before the woman asked him to make love to her... a long time.
And why had she come alone? Usually they come in about three or four.
"Hey Sniper?" The message read on his screen. "You still with us?"
He had managed to walk all the way into his house, start up the computer and play Unreal Tournament without him even realising it... it was that damn woman...
"Yeah, I'm here." Sniper typed back. He finished his cigarrette...
There was someone else trying to come into Sniper's clan today... he seemed ok. Not anything special... but heck, he couldn't be bothered with all this at the moment.
"Actually, I'm going to log off for a while." Sniper looked at the clock, it was coming up to 9:00PM... "I'll see you later. And new guy, you're in."
The group said goodbye, the new guy thanking him, and Sniper walked out of his house, and back into what seemed like constant rain. The rain filled the brim of his black hat, tipping off and soaking him when he entered the doors of The Queen's Arms a few minutes later.
"Detective Sniper... nice to see you back here again. Changed your mind?"
"Err... no, Turbonutter." Sniper battered his hat a few times, and put it back on. "I'm butter side up, really."
"Ah well, if you can't be tempted. What can I do you for?"
"I'm looking for a man."
"Aren't we all?" Turbo replied.
Sniper paused. "Grix Thraves. I need to talk to him."
"Oh right... him. Yeah, he comes in here everynow and again. I wouldn't be surprised if he's playing pool."
Turbonutter pointed over to the pool table... yup, there he was. Turbo turned away, and welcomed more people into his bar.
Grix was spots, and his opponent... Sheepy, Sniper thought his name was... he was stripes. Grix was two balls up, and was also winning.
"Grix Thraves?"
Grix turned. "Ah, Sniper... long time no see man... how you doing?"
"Not too good, I'm a bit busy at the moment... you see, apparently someone has been stalking a lady friend of mine."
"Lady friend? I didn't know you kept them around long enough to be friends, Sniper."
Sniper walked forward and grabbed the cue from Grix's hands. Sheepy placed his cue on the table, and quietly moved away.
"Look Grix, I haven't got the time to throw insults around, or catch them. You're coming with me. Now."
Grix threw his hands from his arms in acceptance, and walked ahead of Sniper.
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5:55PM
The Bull Pub seemed different to anything Meka would normally associate himself with... the floor was carpeted, and the glasses were clean.
Meka sat in the corner of the room around a small circular table. He ordered a martini... rosso, on the rocks.
Two men played pool, and their names were written badly on the blackboard on the wall. Sheepy, and Iguana.
Meka quickly made the distinction between man and female, and approched Sheepy.
"Hey."
Sheepy turned around... "Hey what?"
"Hey you."
"What?"
Meka shook his head, and started again.
"I'm looking for someone, I've been told that you can help me..."
Sheepy's eyes widened... "Ah... I had nearly forgotten." Sheepy grabbed the white, and placed it in the corner pocket, smiling at Iguana. She smiled back, and crossed out Sheepy's name from the board.
They both sat back around the circular table in the corner... Meka's rosso arrived.
"Fantasymeister, correct?" Sheepy asked... He didn't need an answer to continue. "Tracking him down is going to be hard, he goes by a different name here."
Meka starred at Sheepy.
"Hawkwynde." Sheepy said. "I believe you might find him on the Unreal servers tonight."
Meka then felt like he was being watched... a horrible senstation down his spine.
Why did he come here? He already knew that FM was going to be on the Unreal servers, trying to contact Sniper tonight, joining his clan...
Something heavy came down on Meka's head.
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"Meka? Meka? Respond Meka, where are you?" Strafex said...
He checked the monitors. They had lost all communication with Meka.
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The rain pittered down on Sniper like someone spitting on him. God. God was spitting on him. Like every other day.
He tried to light another cigarette... but he couldn't get that woman out of his mind. Something was up, right up.
Something had spooked her good, it took a long time before the woman asked him to make love to her... a long time.
And why had she come alone? Usually they come in about three or four.
"Hey Sniper?" The message read on his screen. "You still with us?"
He had managed to walk all the way into his house, start up the computer and play Unreal Tournament without him even realising it... it was that damn woman...
"Yeah, I'm here." Sniper typed back. He finished his cigarrette...
There was someone else trying to come into Sniper's clan today... he seemed ok. Not anything special... but heck, he couldn't be bothered with all this at the moment.
"Actually, I'm going to log off for a while." Sniper looked at the clock, it was coming up to 9:00PM... "I'll see you later. And new guy, you're in."
The group said goodbye, the new guy thanking him, and Sniper walked out of his house, and back into what seemed like constant rain. The rain filled the brim of his black hat, tipping off and soaking him when he entered the doors of The Queen's Arms a few minutes later.
"Detective Sniper... nice to see you back here again. Changed your mind?"
"Err... no, Turbonutter." Sniper battered his hat a few times, and put it back on. "I'm butter side up, really."
"Ah well, if you can't be tempted. What can I do you for?"
"I'm looking for a man."
"Aren't we all?" Turbo replied.
Sniper paused. "Grix Thraves. I need to talk to him."
"Oh right... him. Yeah, he comes in here everynow and again. I wouldn't be surprised if he's playing pool."
Turbonutter pointed over to the pool table... yup, there he was. Turbo turned away, and welcomed more people into his bar.
Grix was spots, and his opponent... Sheepy, Sniper thought his name was... he was stripes. Grix was two balls up, and was also winning.
"Grix Thraves?"
Grix turned. "Ah, Sniper... long time no see man... how you doing?"
"Not too good, I'm a bit busy at the moment... you see, apparently someone has been stalking a lady friend of mine."
"Lady friend? I didn't know you kept them around long enough to be friends, Sniper."
Sniper walked forward and grabbed the cue from Grix's hands. Sheepy placed his cue on the table, and quietly moved away.
"Look Grix, I haven't got the time to throw insults around, or catch them. You're coming with me. Now."
Grix threw his hands from his arms in acceptance, and walked ahead of Sniper.
Meka was wandering down the road as it started to rain. He didn't have an umbrella.
"Oi, do me an umbrella!" He looked about expectantly, waiting for the brolly to appear and shelter him from the rain.
It didn't.
"Oi, I'm getting wet. Sort me out a brolly." He shouted heavenwards.
"Need a brolly, shogun?" Asked YH. "3 quid each, or two for a fiver." Meka looked around to see YH in a door way. Make entered the shop.
"How about this nice tartan one guv'nor?"
"Urgh."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's tartan." YH looked perplexed.
"I really think you should have this one squire."
"Oh, ok." Meka sense a Tone Of Voice had been used. He paid for the umbrella, and left the shop.
Upon opening the brolly, an envelope fell out. Meka looked at it. Picked it up, and opened it. It read thusly:
"Oi, you want FM?
Go to The Bull pub, on the High Street. Speak to the man playing pool at 6pm this evening."
Meka was confused. He turned to go back into the shop, but it was no longer there. Just a bare brick wall....
Meka walked off, through the driving rain.
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YH unplugged himself from the machine.
"You think he'll go for it?"
"Dunno, I did my best, he got the brolly with the envelope in. Let's just wait and see."
The man in the shadow nodded his agreement.
"Oi, do me an umbrella!" He looked about expectantly, waiting for the brolly to appear and shelter him from the rain.
It didn't.
"Oi, I'm getting wet. Sort me out a brolly." He shouted heavenwards.
"Need a brolly, shogun?" Asked YH. "3 quid each, or two for a fiver." Meka looked around to see YH in a door way. Make entered the shop.
"How about this nice tartan one guv'nor?"
"Urgh."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's tartan." YH looked perplexed.
"I really think you should have this one squire."
"Oh, ok." Meka sense a Tone Of Voice had been used. He paid for the umbrella, and left the shop.
Upon opening the brolly, an envelope fell out. Meka looked at it. Picked it up, and opened it. It read thusly:
"Oi, you want FM?
Go to The Bull pub, on the High Street. Speak to the man playing pool at 6pm this evening."
Meka was confused. He turned to go back into the shop, but it was no longer there. Just a bare brick wall....
Meka walked off, through the driving rain.
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YH unplugged himself from the machine.
"You think he'll go for it?"
"Dunno, I did my best, he got the brolly with the envelope in. Let's just wait and see."
The man in the shadow nodded his agreement.
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