Post by Rated R on Dec 8, 2007 14:01:11 GMT -5
Heads up, this is where hell begins.
Four hours ago
Roxy: This will never work.
Kite: It will if I say it will.
Roxy: How can four people take over an entire broadcast station?
Kite: It all depends on the four people that doing the taking over.
Roxy: What do you think Trace.
Trace: As long as I don’t miss my match, then I’m fine.
Roxy: Aren’t you worried more about getting killed?
Trace: Not really.
Three hours ago
Roxy: I still don’t think that this is going to work.
Kite: Will you shut up.
Roxy: Why, we still have three hours left.
Trace: There no point worrying about things now.
Two Hours ago
Roxy: I am so bored.
Trace: Who cares?
Roxy: I think we all do.
Trace: Not really.
Kite: Don’t start arguing now, it’s not worth it.
Roxy: Whatever.
Trace: Whatever.
One hour ago
Trace: Is big boy going to stay this quiet the whole time, it’s kind of weird.
Brute: I’m not here to talk; I’m here to break skulls.
Kite: Quiet both of you. We will be landing on the roof of the building in fifty minutes.
Now
I stand there, glancing around the corner of the corridor, we landed on the roof ten minutes ago, and I and Kite headed right down to the top floor, while Roxy and Brute take care of the lower floors.
Trace: I am not in the mood for sneaking around.
Kite: It does not matter what you care about. This is about the group.
The group is a joke, especially now I know the truth about them.
Kite, a former army commander like fifteen years ago, he was dismissed after going crazy and killing some of his own men. Since then he has dropped of the radar.
Brute was one of Kite’s men. He was discharged at the same time after failing to assist his fellow soldiers. He has not been heard of for fifteen years.
Roxy was abducted by the Disciples four months ago, apparently Kite and Brute saved her, taking out the Disciples at the same time.
But there is more than that, I just have not got round to finding it out yet.
Kite: Go, now.
I turn the corner and run down to the end of the hall, there is one guard around the next turn so I stop still. We are in a huge building that is the base of operations for a TV broadcasting company.
Kite arrives behind me and I hear him whisper.
Kite: Anyone?
I symbol that there is one guard, and he symbols for me to go ahead.
I don’t like this part, but it has to be done.
I turn around the corner as the guard turns around, my right arm flying out, and my fist colliding with his nose. The guard collapses on the floor, blood seeping from his broken nose.
Kite and I run straight ahead and end up in front of a huge door.
Kite: This is the main doorway to the broadcasting room. Put this on.
He hands me a mask and puts one on himself. I follow his orders before kicking the door open. We walk in as three men almost jump out of their skins. I hold a pistol up at them.
Trace: In the corner.
They do as I say, afraid of the possibility of death.
Kite calls one over, telling him to set up a live feed. I keep the gun on the two in the corner.
I hear a buzz as a red light comes on above a monitor, suddenly; Kite is live on air around the country.
Kite: Tonight dawns the start of a new era, an era of truth and of realization. First you have to ask yourself if you are ready. Are you ready for the truth about your oppressors; are you with us, or against us?
Christ.
What a nutcase.
I watch, pistol still in hand. Tonight begins the dawn of MY era.
Four hours ago
Roxy: This will never work.
Kite: It will if I say it will.
Roxy: How can four people take over an entire broadcast station?
Kite: It all depends on the four people that doing the taking over.
Roxy: What do you think Trace.
Trace: As long as I don’t miss my match, then I’m fine.
Roxy: Aren’t you worried more about getting killed?
Trace: Not really.
Three hours ago
Roxy: I still don’t think that this is going to work.
Kite: Will you shut up.
Roxy: Why, we still have three hours left.
Trace: There no point worrying about things now.
Two Hours ago
Roxy: I am so bored.
Trace: Who cares?
Roxy: I think we all do.
Trace: Not really.
Kite: Don’t start arguing now, it’s not worth it.
Roxy: Whatever.
Trace: Whatever.
One hour ago
Trace: Is big boy going to stay this quiet the whole time, it’s kind of weird.
Brute: I’m not here to talk; I’m here to break skulls.
Kite: Quiet both of you. We will be landing on the roof of the building in fifty minutes.
Now
I stand there, glancing around the corner of the corridor, we landed on the roof ten minutes ago, and I and Kite headed right down to the top floor, while Roxy and Brute take care of the lower floors.
Trace: I am not in the mood for sneaking around.
Kite: It does not matter what you care about. This is about the group.
The group is a joke, especially now I know the truth about them.
Kite, a former army commander like fifteen years ago, he was dismissed after going crazy and killing some of his own men. Since then he has dropped of the radar.
Brute was one of Kite’s men. He was discharged at the same time after failing to assist his fellow soldiers. He has not been heard of for fifteen years.
Roxy was abducted by the Disciples four months ago, apparently Kite and Brute saved her, taking out the Disciples at the same time.
But there is more than that, I just have not got round to finding it out yet.
Kite: Go, now.
I turn the corner and run down to the end of the hall, there is one guard around the next turn so I stop still. We are in a huge building that is the base of operations for a TV broadcasting company.
Kite arrives behind me and I hear him whisper.
Kite: Anyone?
I symbol that there is one guard, and he symbols for me to go ahead.
I don’t like this part, but it has to be done.
I turn around the corner as the guard turns around, my right arm flying out, and my fist colliding with his nose. The guard collapses on the floor, blood seeping from his broken nose.
Kite and I run straight ahead and end up in front of a huge door.
Kite: This is the main doorway to the broadcasting room. Put this on.
He hands me a mask and puts one on himself. I follow his orders before kicking the door open. We walk in as three men almost jump out of their skins. I hold a pistol up at them.
Trace: In the corner.
They do as I say, afraid of the possibility of death.
Kite calls one over, telling him to set up a live feed. I keep the gun on the two in the corner.
I hear a buzz as a red light comes on above a monitor, suddenly; Kite is live on air around the country.
Kite: Tonight dawns the start of a new era, an era of truth and of realization. First you have to ask yourself if you are ready. Are you ready for the truth about your oppressors; are you with us, or against us?
Christ.
What a nutcase.
I watch, pistol still in hand. Tonight begins the dawn of MY era.
