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Orbestro

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After reading your first page of reserves I'm afraid they're going to be funnier than the story XD!

We'll see

*how dare they block me legendary signature O_o

rbie

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through and through.

08-Jul-2007 22:27:56 - Last edited on 08-Jul-2007 22:28:55 by Orbestro

Narcisi

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» » One « «

The sharp, piercing wail of his alarm clock effectively shocked Zach out of his slumber. After fumbling a few moments for the snooze button, he gave up and simply gave the clock a good whack. It hit the ground hard and its batteries spilled out. They made a bold escape over the carpet, finding refuge underneath his bed and dresser. Zach sighed with contentment as silence descended on the room, and then sighed again, this time with sorrow, as the realization hit him that he had to get out of bed. Groaning, he threw his covers off and got dressed.
He glanced quickly at his watch. “4:48”, it read. He sped up his pace; he originally intended to leave at 5:00 sharp. After wiping down anything that he might have left fingerprints on, he grabbed his duffel bag, checked to make sure all his weapons were securely hidden inside, and zipped it up. Grabbing his keys from his bed, he exited his room. Checking out was no problem; merely a nod to the employee at the front desk and a few hundred dollars to convince him that Zach had never been there. That was easy enough; simply a few clicks, and any record of Zach’* existence was deleted. Zach smirked. You could do anything you wanted, with the right amount of cash. Zach slipped into his hyped-up Mazda in the parking lot, and sped off towards the countryside.
In a matter of a few hours, he arrived at a secluded house. The residence looked in no way convivial; in fact, it looked as if it had not been lived in for hundreds of years. All of the windows were either shattered or absent. The front door was knocked off its hinges, and the inside had the mixed odor of rat droppings and rotting wood. However, the decrepit appearance of the dwelling disguised an ulterior motive. Zach stepped through the doorway, and approached something that resembled a metal plate embedded in the floor, located in an obscure corner of the room. It turned out, however, that it was much more than a sheet of metal.

08-Jul-2007 23:43:29 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2007 16:02:07 by Narcisi

Narcisi

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On the surface of this panel were two complicated-looking devices. The first of these devices had a small indent in the middle of it. Zach inserted his thumb into the depression, and it registered his thumbprint. The second mechanism resembled a key-pad. Zach entered a complicated series of numbers, and then hit the “Enter” button. It beeped in recognition, and with a whirr and click, a heavy lock behind the trapdoor snapped open.
The door automatically opened, revealing a steel ladder extending deep into the earth. He stepped down into the hole, and as he grasped the ladder tightly, the metal door above him closed itself firmly. For a moment, Zach was surrounded by darkness. Then, a lighting system activated, and he was bathed in fluorescent light emitted from numerous bulbs embedded in the wall alongside the ladder. Near the bottom, Zach jumped the final few feet and landed with a thump. He looked around and smiled.
'Home sweet home,' he thought. He was in a large, high-tech looking room, with large, blinking machines lining the walls. Zach had absolutely no idea what purpose the machines served; he simply had a few extra hundred thousand dollars to blow, and decided to buy them. He did know that one of them had a built-in cappuccino maker, so he used it often. In the far corner of the room was a large desk, and on the wall in front of it were propped many monitors. It was his surveillance corner; together, the monitors covered every inch of land surrounding Zach’s quaint little home. In the center of the room there was a comfortable sitting area, with plush leather couches and a massive plasma screen used mainly for keeping an eye on the police. Using a remote he had left on the couch, he flicked on the television and turned to the news channel.

08-Jul-2007 23:52:25 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2007 16:03:05 by Narcisi

Narcisi

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“…Chief Officer Smith is baffled, along with the rest of the investigators and other officials participating in this nation-wide manhunt,” the voice of the news reporter said. She was standing with a microphone clutched in her hand. Zach could tell that she was on-scene due to the massive pile of rubble behind her and a prolific use of police tape crisscrossing its way around the crime scene. Police investigators scuttled around like ants, searching assiduously for any piece of evidence that could give them a lead on Zach’s location.
He chuckled. There was no way they could find him. He had been in this business for ten years, and the most they’d discovered was a boot print. He had burned those boots the minute he heard of the police’s discovery.
Zach walked over to a covered button in the wall and flipped open the case. He pressed the button underneath. There was a whirr of machinery and from the ceiling descended a cabinet-like metal pentagon. On all of its five sides were stainless steel doors, and on the closest door was a keypad similar to the one on the trapdoor a few hundred feet above Zach. He walked up to it, entered in a string of numbers, and the doors automatically swung open.
What it held inside was what any gun enthusiast would only dream to own. Each side of the “cabinet” held a different type of weapon. The first, closest door held a wide variety of hand guns. Zach took the Colt that was in his back pocket and exchanged it for a Browning. As an afterthought, he took a Glock as well. Both were specifically designed to function underwater. He closed the door, and continued to the next side. This one contained one of his favorites: grenades. Fragmentation, smoke, flash, tear gas; it was all there. Zach reached for a fragmentation grenade, but then stopped himself. If his target was underwater, what good would grenades do? He sighed and closed the door.

08-Jul-2007 23:53:03 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2007 16:07:16 by Narcisi

Narcisi

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The third door contained the absolute necessity of his career: sniper rifles. He placed his Magnum rifle in its respective position, and closed the doors. He wouldn’t need a sniper rifle on this mission. The fourth set of doors enclosed a random assortment of miscellaneous weapons, ranging from knives to tranquilizer pistols to harpoon guns. Zach gave the cabinet a glance, and removed two weapons. One was a smooth, simple-looking knife. It was streamlined in such a way that there would be practically no resistance using it underwater. The second weapon Zach removed was a compact harpoon gun. He smirked maliciously. A harpoon gun seemed a bit like overkill…
'But,' he thought, 'it makes for a much more interesting hunt.' He smiled again, and closed the doors. Finally, he reached the fifth door. This alcove held ammo for every type of gun he had in his arsenal. Zach loaded each of his weapons, and then grabbed a few extra clips just in case. He then closed the doors and, after reaching the wall, hit the button he had pressed earlier. The metal cabinet ascended, seamlessly blending in with the ceiling. Zach opened a closet that was against the wall, and withdrew a large duffel bag. He packed all his supplies into it and zipped it up. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he started for the ladder. Checking again to make sure the bag was secure, he began the climb.

08-Jul-2007 23:54:48 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2007 16:07:42 by Narcisi

Narcisi

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At the top, Zach pulled himself out and took a deep breath of fresh air. Rubbing his aching shoulder, he reminded himself to buy an elevator to replace the ladder. He waited until the door had completely shut itself, and then exited the building. Reaching his vehicle, he opened the trunk of his Mazda and placed his gun bag into it. After slamming the trunk shut, he walked around the vehicle and slipped into the driver seat. Opening the glove compartment, he removed an extra cell fone. Before he shut the compartment, he glimpsed only two other cell phones lying on their sides. He frowned slightly, reminding himself to drop by a Verizon® vendor and pick up a few extras.
Quickly, he dialed a good friend of his: Sam Jones. Sam Jones had inherited a massive fortune. He was left with billions of dollars after his father, the much-loved owner of a lucrative business, died under mysterious circumstances. Strangely enough, he died almost immediately after writing his will in which Jones received most of his fortune. Afterwards, the others who were heirs to the rest of the fortune inexplicably disappeared. That being the case, Sam Jones inherited the entire fortune, including his father’s company. He and Zach were good friends, Zach having done some “favors” for Jones on the odd occasion.
'It is time,' Zach thought, 'to ask for a favor of my own.'

» » End of Chapter One « «

08-Jul-2007 23:55:22 - Last edited on 19-Oct-2007 16:08:27 by Narcisi