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02-25-2012, 10:30 AM | #1 |
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He sat in the dark of the room, his back to the second story bay window, only ambient street and starlight shown in to light the study; a luxurious lair of rare books, antiquities and designer furnishings, the accomplishments of a double major at harvard and hard work; and of course, knowing all the right people.
0300 and he couldnt sleep again...this had to stop, it was getting worse, the nightmares, the headaches, and the paranoia. He sank in the soft leather of the couch holding the hinged wooden box which he now opened to reveal the red velvet lining which cushioned a beautifully crafted flintlock. The pistol was an elaborate masterwork with silver and gold electroplating; the symbol of his fraternal order and the only means by which he could ever voluntarily leave it. The grip felt good in his hand, despite being something of a relic the weapon was impressive, history's desert eagle some had said. He admired the mix of modernization, minor modifications in materials and the mechanical process which insured the weapon would never misfire or otherwise fail. pulling back the hammer with a sigh of desperation he thrust the gilded barrel in his mouth and prepared to resign from the most secret of secret societies "Rick?"..."Rick?" came the concerned call of his sweet wife Jana. He was quick to lay the pistol to rest as she stood in her bath robe, peering in through the now half open door. "Sweety, are you up again? please come back to bed". His eyes met hers and she knew from his expression and the immediate tears that followed that her husband was lost to her, and her heart wrenched. He couldnt do it, he knew this now, whether Jana had woke in the night or not, he didnt have the will to end it, at least not like this. Rick was never going to leave the Crimson Guard and as Jana now settled beside him her eyes suspiciously on the weapon, he would shape yet another lie to soothe her. Last edited by Viper6; 06-16-2012 at 04:55 PM.. |
02-25-2012, 10:56 AM | #2 |
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I've Always loved your ability to create an AMBIENCE... Something I'm trying so desperately to cultivate.
Consider me SUBSCRIBED.
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02-25-2012, 11:00 AM | #3 |
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thanks, more to follow later...and your writing has definetly developed, looking forward to more of your "sleeping sword" series
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02-26-2012, 07:39 AM | #4 |
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0527 hrs, Cobra Terror Drome (location undisclosed) sub level 6C
James Banister That's what His ID card said. Thats who he had become and it had its perks. From time to time he wondered about his former self but his old life was behind him now, irretrievable in fact. Some weeks since the surgery he was still adjusting to seeing himself in the mirror, theyd done an amazing job the surgeons; of course they had done essentially the same operation hundreds of times before, James looked like every other Crimson Guardsman, as was required to count oneself among Cobra's elite intelligence professionals. He stepped off the light rail that carried him from the offsite parking garage to his duty location and swiped the barcode under the countertop reader at the turnstall. Placing his finger on the swipe pad he looked into the retinal scanner with a grin. The uniformed security officer, the ones everyone called "blue shirts" nodded as he checked both the biometrics monitor and the body scanner...metrics check, micro chip in place, ID card valid, cleared for entrance. The red light turned green and James entered the elevator that would take him up to his newly assigned office. He read the policy and propaganda plaquerds as the floors flew by "report suspicious activities" and the like. James laughed to himself "this entire organization is a suspicious activity" he smirked as he considered how few of Cobra's employees really knew what they had gotten themselves into, but even he wondered with increasing alarm how much exactly he was missing from the big picture; sure he held one of the organizations highest clearances but his eyes were just opening. As the doors slid open James made his way down the red carpeted hall way to the reception terminal, after the attractive young lady conducted a quick review of his orders and authorization memo he was directed to the locker room. The door flew open and James was nearly trampled as a senior Guardsmen exited in a hurry, fully clad in his crimson fatigues, and highly polished leather boots, his silver plated face mask fixed on James for only a moment, there was no apology no greeting no giving a single shit as he informed James that he was late. "Sir?" James responded startled as his eyes flashed to his watch questionably, only to have his watch hand smacked down by a glove. "Early is on time! got it? Dont let someone have to have this conversation with you again Guardsman, now get changed, the senior commnad staff will be here for a briefing at 0600 sharp!" "Understood Sir" James nervously replied, the words had hardly escaped before the officer was rounding the corner leaving James flabberghasted. Rick smirked beneath his helmet, he could always spot the new guys even if they looked almost just like him, the unknowing and innocense live in the eyes, both had long since left Rick Robinson, along with any semblance of a good nights sleep and for that he hated new guys. Last edited by Viper6; 06-16-2012 at 05:10 PM.. |
02-26-2012, 08:06 AM | #5 |
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I want you to know, I read this because of your "Shame-less plug" in that other thread about thirty seconds ago.
Also, Good work! |
02-26-2012, 08:19 AM | #6 |
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thanks super beast i have illusions of one day being a published licensed/cannononized joe author...but not a clue how to get there so if i can entertain some tankers in the interim, might as well let these stories live.
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02-26-2012, 08:22 AM | #7 |
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Have you considered throwing a brick with a note written on it, through a Hasbro HQ buildings top window? That'd help get you some attention!
In all seriousness, I hope you find a way man. You've got some wicked talent! |
02-26-2012, 09:50 AM | #8 |
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the Sikorsky S-92 thundered overhead as it circled the helipad on the upperdeck of the Terror Drome. Massive hydraulics and great gears groaned as they opened the canopy and drove the landing platform skyward; many aircraft, some unique to cobra, could be launched and recovered in this manner, another engineering feat of M.A.R.S. Industries.
Tomax and his twin brother Xamot sat comfortably in the executive crew cabin and finsihed their cocktails. Both ruggedly handsome men of European descent in their mid 30's, Identical even in their finely tailored attire, save for a lengthy scar which marked Tomax's left cheek; it was perhaps nature's tribute and testament to his nastier disposition. The twins took in the control towers and weapons stations which ringed the flight deck and were pleased to see the improvements since their last visit. They observed the backlit shadowy figures busy about their tasks to receive them as the chopper decelerated into a hover and slowly put down on the pad. Tomax commented something about the sacrafices of the insignifigant. He hated underlings and the unintelligent who could not rise above the mundane, Xamot however valued them and the position the unfortunates afforded him. As the canopy closed over head they began their decent into darkness, the shaft was lit incrementaly with only minimal safety lights on their way to the multi level hangar bays below. As the platform arrived, neon light flooded in and the twins shielded their eyes "Certainly brighter than I remeber!" Xamot exclaimed in displeasure. "Observant brother" Tomax replied with a strained glared. "Maginificent though" Xamot said as his eyes adjusted and he looked on the VTOL aircraft which sat with their wings upturned, nearly a half dozen of the dark blue fighter/bombers ringed the landing platform as a crew of technicians conducted inspections, repairs, refueling and the like. "Impressive yes" Tomax replied "but remember brother, Cobra is nothing without the Paoli and Extensive Enterprises." "I suppose we did indirectly fund all this then didn't we?" Xamot pridefully asserted. "And we will see significant returns in the near term" Tomax assured his brother with a sinister smile and they both laughed eerily in chorus as the crew chief opened the cabin door. "Gentlemen" he said from under his polymer mask and dark lense "If you could please exit the aircraft and follow me?" Xamot knocked back the last of his scotch and water, and was quickly on his feet retreiving his brief case from a storage bin, while Tomax thumbed the keys of his smart phone in response to a text message which read "En-route, ETA 5 Min" "Typical Anastasia, Late!" Tomax rolled his eyes. "Typical woman" xamot answered. "Remind me why we tolerate it?" Tomax demanded "Baroness? Because she's fuck'n smok'n hot brother!" Xamot concluded and again came their unsettling almost psychotic laughter. Last edited by Viper6; 06-16-2012 at 05:21 PM.. |
02-26-2012, 09:57 AM | #9 |
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I just might. I no shit have volumes of this shit in my head and about half a hundred scraps of stories floating around on different computers and drives and scribbled in notebooks, its nuts. Hasbro needs to just lay out a process or in the event one exists i need be aprised of it!
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02-26-2012, 07:53 PM | #10 |
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Jana listened to the hiss of the coffee maker as she stared at the ceiling in deep thought, her head swimming. She was definetly calling off work, she couldnt handle a building full of feds today and the bureaucratic bullshit that came with her position as an intelligence analyst. She had been recently assigned to a special access program supporting a tier one task force and her work load has been grueling, they could forgive her a day.
She watched the clock hit 0630 and rubbed her tired eyes, her normal emerald greens were streaked with red, and glassy from too many tears and too little sleep. She shook off a yawn as she rose to at last greet the aroma and rich flavors of her dark roast. She sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in the familiar comfort of her plush cotton robe, and matching slippers. She thought maybe shed make some toast...shed already decided any breakfast beyond that wasnt happening. She needed to call her mom. She hoped she would have the words and wisdom to make this alright, she always knew what to say. Rick has not been himself for sometime and they were fast approaching their fifth anniversary. He used to make her feel like a princess, a priority, and now it seemed all that mattered was work and maintaining relationships for the sake of work; it made him miserable and she hated to see him like this. He was always tired, never sleeping, clearly depressed and he had become so closed off that trying to talk to him was pretty much pointless. Rick like Jana couldnt discuss the majority of his work outside the office, client privileges and all; Jana, due to her top secret security clearance and non-disclosure agreements could share little with Rick. Sure, sometimes she little a little slip just for some semblance of understanding or to gain Rick's perspective on a perplexing matter, he really was very intelligent. They say sometimes that really smart people suffer the most from depression, she just wished he'd let her in so maybe she could begin to understand and get him the help he needed. Jana fumbled with her phone as she lit up a cigarette, Rick hated that she smoked, especially if she smoked in the house, but this was going to be a long conversation and she was comming undone. Last edited by Viper6; 06-16-2012 at 05:22 PM.. |
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