At eight o’clock on Saturday night things were quite boring at the headquarters. The employees were all ready to go home to their wives, leaving only the night shift with their extra caffeine coffees.
“Hey Biggs, get over here for a second,” said a man in a plaid t-shirt and geeky glasses. His hair was a deep shade of red, full of dandruff. “I think I have something interesting.”
“What is it, Robin?” said Biggs. He was wearing his black suit and tie, hiding his gun holster underneath. His hair was a dark brown cut short like a crew cut.
“Just found another nutter who claims that there is going to be an earthquake tonight on White Wolf Mountain. Say it will be a seven on the Richter scale.”
Biggs sighed non-complacently. “Sounds like another crack-pot who craves attention.”
Robin smiled back. “Well we all know the golden rule here: Disaster draws attention.”
“You can shut the website down and I...well, I...” Biggs checked his watch. His wife was probably just lying herself into bed by now. Robin helped him out.
“You’ll do it old school, won’t you good buddy?”
“Old school or no school.” He stretched his spine and then added: “I am getting too old for this job.”
“You and me both. But hey, another twenty years and we’ll get a cheap pension and a paper saying we did kick-ass.”
“Yeah,” Biggs said, mostly to himself. “That’s just what we did."
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Their watches were counting down. Seven minutes until their dreams came true. The moment was just barely out of their reach. Ivan wanted it so badly. The thoughts that were going through each of their heads were random but clear.
‘Something still feels wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong,’ thought paranoid Lester.
Thomas was staring up at the sky with glazed eyes. ‘To think this could change my life forever.’
‘If only I had a special toothpick just for this moment.’
“Hey Biggs, get over here for a second,” said a man in a plaid t-shirt and geeky glasses. His hair was a deep shade of red, full of dandruff. “I think I have something interesting.”
“What is it, Robin?” said Biggs. He was wearing his black suit and tie, hiding his gun holster underneath. His hair was a dark brown cut short like a crew cut.
“Just found another nutter who claims that there is going to be an earthquake tonight on White Wolf Mountain. Say it will be a seven on the Richter scale.”
Biggs sighed non-complacently. “Sounds like another crack-pot who craves attention.”
Robin smiled back. “Well we all know the golden rule here: Disaster draws attention.”
“You can shut the website down and I...well, I...” Biggs checked his watch. His wife was probably just lying herself into bed by now. Robin helped him out.
“You’ll do it old school, won’t you good buddy?”
“Old school or no school.” He stretched his spine and then added: “I am getting too old for this job.”
“You and me both. But hey, another twenty years and we’ll get a cheap pension and a paper saying we did kick-ass.”
“Yeah,” Biggs said, mostly to himself. “That’s just what we did."
(c)
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Their watches were counting down. Seven minutes until their dreams came true. The moment was just barely out of their reach. Ivan wanted it so badly. The thoughts that were going through each of their heads were random but clear.
‘Something still feels wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong,’ thought paranoid Lester.
Thomas was staring up at the sky with glazed eyes. ‘To think this could change my life forever.’
‘If only I had a special toothpick just for this moment.’
25-Jun-2009 23:30:48 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 18:37:29 by Dark Enmity