A Stitch In Time....................Saves The World!

[smokiechimp]

Introducing:

Rogue
Jibbs
Knerys
CC
Skink
Southern
Sabin
Idaho
Iben
Pixi
Kris
Longshanks


Fade In..........

The wind slowly sweeps through the darkened room. It was a muggy warm and unsettled night, the slight gusts of air breezing through the window gently caressing the white satin sheets against her body, Invoked into a stir of waking Rogue stretches across the huge queen sized bed tensing into a fit of yawn and arousal to the warmth of the air in the lifeless dark sky.

“Damn Freekin’ hotels” Rogue mumbles to herself in a intermitted sleep induced rage, the kind of anger that is present in the mind but by the time it reaches the lips what comes out is an almost pathetic whimper of nothingness.

A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table shows a time mostly un-known to this woman of later rising, 4:35am. “Great, now I’m never gonna get through today” A bleak view of her wakened self in the mirror reveals a face that is un-recognisable at this time in the morning. “And I look like crap”.

Infuriated, She pings on the bathroom light forcing the pull string to twang and hit her in the chin. A brief mumble and she’s there at the sink where she frustratedley removes the complimentary plastic cup from the thick cellophane wrapping which with every movements makes her head ache harder and harder. Turning the cold tap was an unexpected flaw in the calm but premature awakening on this hot August morning. As the faucet opened and began to introduce what should have been water to the scale ridden sink a black thick scummy sludge oozed through the pipes and into the loosely held plastic cup. Accompanying the sludge was the most god-awful stench imaginable, making Rogue wretch from her stomach. “For **** Sake”.

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8am and the birds chirp through the window with a gleeful joy of the events that lay ahead for the new day. Un be-none to Jibbs it was going to be a day he wished he’d slept through. “Well, here we go again” he mumbles under his breathe in rebel but at the same time admission that the tedium of a new day has begun.

Owning a small rented apartment he is a happy but unsettled man who wishes for something different in his life, a little adventure, a little danger and even a cup full of romance along the way. But he sits alone sipping on his freshly made coffee and stirring his cereal as if it where a magic lamp hoping for a miracle to fall from the sky and take him away from all this.

Every morning the miracle never comes and Jibbs adorns his pack pack and heads off to his modest accounting job in the ‘C Core Complex’ down town.

Although the pay is descent and the hours are well suited, being run like a machine day in day out and not being allowed to know what he really is accounting for disillusions a man to thoughts of morbidness and the feelings of no self worth but his vow to become something more in the company burns strong and today is the day his stand will be made.

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Lost Hope is a town built for the worshipers of liquor and smokes. Every road has it’s own pothole and every lamp post a scratch or a dent. The home for an unfortunate select few people. On first glance it personifies loneliness as if know one has inhabited it for a long time.

But the bar on the corner of the main run down street, the ‘Weary Traveller’ is home to three residents of Lost Hope who are found in the same place at the same time every day. No care for the world and no hope of revival, these three friends sit and drink the world away as if beyond the town was nothing but a pit of emptiness, which would swallow them whole.

Skink, CC, Knerys meet at this place every day and monotone their problems too and thro to each other in a spout of boredom mixed with the frustration of having know where else to go.

Skink: “Bored is my middle name today”
CC: “Funny I thought it was Kevin!?!”
Skink: “Hu, funny man, real funny”
Knerys: “Pack it in will ya! I’m thinking”
CC: “Uh Oh”
Skink: “I can hear the cogs churning”
Knerys: “Fine, whatever I get from this venture will be your loss”
Skink: “Ok, so now I’m interested”
Knerys: “ listen up, and no interrupting”
CC: “Yea, Yea!”
Knerys: “You wanna know what I’m thinking or not!?!”
Skink: “Yea, shut up dufus!”
CC: “You shut up!”
Knerys: “Shut Up!”
CC: Ok, Ok, Fire away oh Queen ‘I know everything and your just stupid’ Knerys”

Knerys looks over Skinks shoulder at the other inhabitants of the bar, this doesn’t take long as only the usual no hopers and dropouts are in and sat in the same place as always. If you placed a bet with a stranger where these guys would sit when they came in you would leave that bar a rich person. Acknowledging the abscense of eavesdroppers Knerys whispers her plan to her two accomplishes.


To Be Continued.................

[southern]

very good:applaud:

[IdahoMR2man]

Very interesting.....*in best German accent*

[Kris Hodgson]

Nice start! I like the style you used that not many fan fics do. Coherence and proper spelling (for the most part)

[smokiechimp]

I'm having a crack at provokotive writing. I'll probably do a bad job but I don't care, I'm enjoying it! :D

[Kris Hodgson]

So when can we expect the next installment? I'm curious as to how you're going to write me.

[IdahoMR2man]

Originally posted by Kris Hodgson
Coherence and proper spelling (for the most part)

Originally posted by smokiechimp
provokotive

Way to go Kris. You jinxed him.

[smokiechimp]

LOL!! I knew I spelt that wrong I just couldn't be arsed to spell check it!

I'll maybe get the next one up before my Birthday, if not I think it will be wednesday.

[sabin26]

Love the style of your writing.......... makes me want to try and rewrite my fan fic of Porky's that I never posted. Can't wait to see how I'm introduced

[spiderman_2k]

I like it..:D

[smokiechimp]

WoW, thanks I was unsure whether I was any good at this. I'll put another one up on wednesday now.

[EnderDeschain]

I was prepared to be unimpressed, but you're pretty good, dude. Despite the fact that, being newer, I'm not very familiar with the cast, I'm none-the-less looking forward to the next chapter. Good job.

[PlayingGod]

I never getta be in any stories .. :(

[spiderman_2k]

Nor do i man..but i enjoy reading them..:D

[smokiechimp]

Originally posted by PlayingGod
I never getta be in any stories .. :(

well you know how to solve that problem!?!

[southern]

yeah bribe me;):p:D

[thebtskink]

good stuff, man!

[Colorado Cajun]

lol great stuff so far

[PlayingGod]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
well you know how to solve that problem!?!

Write the story myself .. did that not interested .. :o

[Kris Hodgson]

So when do we get part 2, Smokie?

[Kitty]

yes, when do we?
*i just read the story now, never got to read it earlier. very nice writing smokie, keep up the great work ^_^*

[southern]

yeah where is it?!:p

[smokiechimp]

Tomorrow, I hope, Been a little busy lately.

[southern]

don't sleep so much;)

[smokiechimp]

Cheeky! :p

[southern]

so spank me:p

[smokiechimp]

Well Hot Damn Then I Will!!! :D

[smokiechimp]

Part Two..........

As the morning roles on, city offices open and the once lifeless streets come alive with the everyday sounds of droll movement.

What once where desolate blocks of 20 floor buildings containing offices with empty cubicles and deserted hallways now gradually become the epicentre of movement and progress. One building in particular, the ‘C Core Complex’ is an early riser to the daily business. Lights beam on throughout the building re-lighting every dark hidden corner as if waking from a dormant sleep. The air conditioning rattles on through the vast maze of vents and ducts leading to mystical places of unknown origin, most likely the basement.

As per usual the conscientious but slightly weary looking night security guard unlocks the huge main glass panel doors. As the immense structure squeaks open a hooded figure enters onto the ice rink that is the sleek waxed marble floor of the reception foyer “Thank you sugar” is pleasantly collated from beneath the hood. Just above the foyer is a welcoming sign which says “Your Money, Our Trust”.

The hooded figure, not tall but with presence, takes the vacant seat and immediately begins to type on the complex’s main systems network computer. Before even thoughts of removing her hooded gown her daily routine begins. As the mornings tasks are completed a sigh of relief is verb orated from warm soft lips and the hood is removed to reveal a stunningly beautiful anomaly, the type of girl that once she catches your eye the rest of you could just go anywhere.

The voice command protocol beckons from the security panel, “C Core security check, Please state name and secure code” The young woman begins to state the code in a monotone pitch as if this has been done a million times before “20 34 19 – Southern”……….The computer takes a moment to recognise the voice patterns debating whether she is an impostor or the head secretary at the Complex…………”File Access…..Granted”


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Knerys: “You guys heard of the C Core Complex?”

CC: “Erm…..”

Skink: “Yea, it’s that place where all the high rollers invest their money”

Knerys: “Exactly”

CC: “Soooo…”

Knerys: “So where gonna rob it!”

CC: “Ok, so this is a baaad idea”

Knerys: “You’ll thank me later numb nuts!”

CC: “Prey tell little missy, how the hell are we supposed to pull of a robbery of this magnitude with just the three of us?”

Skink: “We would need a small army to bust that place!”

Knerys: “It’s all in hand; I’m just thinking it through”

CC: “Well we’ll need muscle for a start and a good route in and out”

Skink: “And security, were’ gonna have to bring the whole system down”

Knerys: “It’s all in hand”

Knerys looks around the bar once more in paranoia. She is a cautious woman with a cautious mind, always thinking and planning ahead and maintaining great attention to detail in everything she does.

Knerys: “Let’s not talk about it here, how’s about your garage CC?”

CC: “Sure, I’ve got some beers back there”

The three all stand and leave the bar, although showing caution Knerys failed to notice a figure at the end of the long sweeping oak wood bar, sat just out of site and sipping on an ice cold whiskey.


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Bar Man: “Another buddy?”

Man: “Sure, Double”

Bar Man: “So what’s your name?”

Man: “They call me Idaho”

Bar Man: “Good to know ya. What’s your business in these parts?”

Idaho: “No of yours, that’s what”

Bar Man: “Sorry I asked”

Slumping over the stool Idaho watches the three leave and takes note of their direction. A mysterious man, Idaho has worked for the ‘SRS’ (Special Recognisance Service) for five years. A rookie by comparison to others on the force but he knows his stuff and is keen for his first big bust.

For three years Idaho has been following Skink for a number of petty hacker crimes. Finally tracking him down to this sess pit of a town he feels promotion would be on the cards if he gets this slippery customer and dishes out to him what he deserves.

The men's room door fly’s open cracking onto the plaster flaking wall, two huge clumps of plaster fall off the already derelict looking wall and disperse along the grimy tiled floor. A casual glance and the man in the doorway steps over the pink clumps and powder fragments.

Man: “Ooops”

Bar Man: “Hey you moron, watch it!”

The man reaches over the counter and grabs the barman by the scruff of his collar.

Man: “The names Sabin and don’t you forget it!”

Bar Man: “No need to be violent buddy, a couple of quid for damages and I’ll forget about it”

Sabin throws a small clump of money on the counter and walks over to Idaho. Slapping him on the back Sabin mumbles under his breath “Let’s go”. Idaho’s whiskey looses purchase from his grasp and tumbles to the floor, the glass doesn’t break but as it hits the carpet the whiskey reverb’s out of the glass and onto Idaho’s freshly polished shoes.

Idaho: “One, I’m in charge here. Two, you’re my partner; get it, MY partner a.k.a ‘Sidekick’. I tell you when we should go and you follow me. And three, these shoes are worth more than your scummy apartment so if you do anything like that again your life wont be worth living. Capuche!?!”

Sabin: “Alright, Alright. I here ya, Sheesh! don’t stress man”

Idaho: “Don’t forget it, let’s roll”

To Be Continued............

[IdahoMR2man]

Fing rad!!!! Even despite the fact that my character kicks ass, it's awesome! You're a hell of a writer Smokie. Very interesting story.

[Kris Hodgson]

Very good! I like your writing style. Keep it coming dude. I need to know what happens next!

[smokiechimp]

Theres alot to come yet!

Thank you buddy! :)

[sabin26]

Hells yeah......wait......I'm a sidekick.......don't sidekicks die.........*shrugs* oh well......great read Smokie.

[IdahoMR2man]

Just start calling you Bucky!

[sabin26]

Ahhhhhhh...........no not Bucky

[Colorado Cajun]

I'm digging it Smokie keep it rolling

[smokiechimp]

Part Three may well come tomorrow if I can get off my lazy ass!

[southern]

ass?...................http://www.bostonblueyes.com/smilies/scratchchin.gif

[smokiechimp]

Cheeky! :D

[Longshanks]

I'm not in this - it makes me sad :( ;)

[southern]

sowwy

[smokiechimp]

Originally posted by Longshanks
I'm not in this - it makes me sad :( ;)

I realy wanted to put alot more people in but I would never finnish it that way!!! :)

You can be the barman Shanks! ;)

[smokiechimp]

Part Three……….


Cubicles buzzing from the sound of computers working away adding numbers and making files. Across the room all that can be seen is the mole hills that are the tops of the C Core Complex staff's heads attached to bodies that are typing and taking notes. The elevator at the end of the room murmurs up the floors “18……..19………20…….Ping” Out steps the legs of a temptress wearing a figure hugging jet Black skirt and a tight red top, from the knees down to the black high heels is bare flesh alluring every man in the complex. Striding down the small corridor of the room she gently places files on the joining corner of a dozen cubicles followed by a sultry look to each male employee. Make no doubts about it this woman has everyone wrapped round her finger and is in a high position to use it to her advantage.

Jibbs: “Here are those figures you wanted Miss Pixi”

Pixi: “Thank you Jibbs, you know, you’re a good chap”

Jibbs: “I’m just doing a job I enjoy”

Pixi Turns from Jibbs sharply and snatches the files from his palms

Pixi: “No need to suck up boy, I hate that”

Jibbs: “I….I wasn’t, I was just saying…….”

Pixi: “Not interested, bye.”

At the end of the room is a large double oak finished door with a small desk by it. Pixi leans over the desk knowing full well that this would draw attention to even the other women in the room and gently touches down on the tanoy panel until she gets to ‘announcement’.

Pixi (Over Tanoy): “Ok everyone, just a quick reminder. There will be a staff training exercise on Monday at 8:00 so please be there it is expected of everyone I know it’s no overtime pay but there will be tea and biscuits, thank you”

Removing her perfectly polished nail from the button she strokes her hand up to the top of the square black panel and gently caresses the top button which is labels ‘Miss Iben’ As she depresses the button a buzzing noise exuberates from the wall next to the Oak doors and then all of a sudden is cut from existence.

Iben: “Yes, what is it”

Pixi: “I have those files you requested”

Iben: ”Enter”

Iben: “Just put them on the desk”

Pixi places the files on the desk and stands back, Clasping her hands together in perfect symmetry she looks across at Iben and smiles.

Iben: “What is it?”

The voice exudes in a demanding and in such a manor as if she wants to get on with something else so importantly. Iben is the panicle of success, sitting in her leather studded chair she has her head firmly fixed onto her computer which is built in to the curving glass panelled desk. Her head gradually moves from the screen to face Pixi. Perpetuated by her clothes, a full black pinstripe suit with an almost see through shirt underneath, almost classic eighties style but looking sheik and sexy but more importantly commanding and power full she begins frustrated again.

Iben: “Well, spit it out girl”

Pixi: “I was just wondering if you wanted to go to lunch today”

Iben: “You’re my receptionist, that’s what you’re paid for. I’m too busy for lunch and with your workload you should be too”

Pixi: “I was just asking”

Iben: “If you only knew the pressure I was under at the moment you wouldn’t”

Pixi: “I’ll leave you to your work”

Iben: “Don’t forget we have an important business client coming at 2:00”

Pixi: “Ah, well, that was the other thing……..he’s cancelled”

Iben: “WHAT! But we needed his money”

Pixi: “Pardon”

Iben: “I mean, his money would have come in very useful to invest into the company at this time but know what am I going to do?”

Pixi: “I’ll see if I can get him back on the phone”

Iben: “Yes you should, anything else”

Pixi: “No, that’s it”

Pixi walks out of the oversized office and back onto the workers floor. Turning to her desk she pulls out her chair and takes the seat and issues a satisfied statement to herself, “Ah screw it! I’m not ringing know body today, she can get bent!”


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Flaking paint and boarded windows provoke an unsettled neighbourhood as the three accomplices approach CC’s house. Opening the ripped fly guard CC fumbles for his keys and puts it in the lock. Although the door is unlocked it is still a struggle to wedge this piece of rotted and warped timber open but from years of trying he has developed his own technique. CC puts his shoulder up against the door, flaky paint rubbing off onto his jacket and boots the base of the door as hard as he can. A shudder of movement throws him into the lounge and onto the un-hovered carpet “Were’ In!”

Walking through the house is almost like negotiating your way through an abandoned mine field trying not to step on something that might endanger your life or worse you will never be able to get it off your shoe. Although it is only 11:30 the lounge is pitch black with one beam of light shining through the half closed kitchen windows onto the poor excuse for a television. It’s just as well the kitchen is in a pit of darkness because it hides what lurks beneath the cups and bowls piled up in the sink and the welded on grim on the cooker hobs.

CC opens the door into the garage and heads straight for the fridge….

CC: “Who wants a cold one?”

Skink: “Please”

Knerys: “I’ll pass”

CC: “Wahoo, more for me”

Knerys: “Right first things first, how are we going to get inside this place un noticed to shut the security system down, Skink?”

Skink: “I was in a bar last week and I met this guy, I think his name was Kris, a hippy like but importantly he is the janitor at C Core, I could go see him and ask if he could get us in one of the unused entrances”

Knerys: “But we would have to give him a cut”

Skink: “I don’t mind if he can get us in”

CC: “Me neither, we just need to find out if he is safe”

Knerys: “Ok next, the girl on front desk. I remember her from high school, now were’ going to have to cut her into the deal because it’s my guess she has the access codes to the system files and to get us into the upper floors”

CC; “So we have a navigator and leader you” CC glances and points at Knerys with his beer in the same hand “And we have our geek tech boy Skinky over there to get us through security. This Kris guy who can get us into the building and I might add give us some directions on the way”

Knerys: “Ah, there’s my next point”

CC: “Hold it, I’m not finished!. Then there’s this girl…..what did you say her name was again?”

Knerys: “Southern, her name is Southern”

CC: “This Southern girl to get the access codes to the top floors. I’m assuming the vault must be on the top floor then? Oh yea and me to bust the thing open and drive us away. So that’s one….two….three….four….five”

Knerys: “I did hear the vault was on the top floor, but I’m not certain. We need to get someone on the inside, someone with brains and a good memory”

Skink: “You have someone in mind don’t you?”

Knerys: “Yes, she is called Rogue and she’s a Lawyer I know from way back. I know we can trust her and she is a very smart woman.”

Skink: “Where is she now then?”

Knerys: “Last I heard she was up in the city working on some dull case. If we can get her in and right up to the top then she could map out our route for us”

CC: “That’s six”

Skink: “I know a guy in the building who works on the top floor. He will know everything about the routines of guards and staff and maybe he will have some other info to help us”

Knerys: “I’m reluctant to include another but we do need to know the movements of the place. CC you agree”

CC: “Yea whatever. Just as long as a seven way split leaves us with enough cash each, bye the way how much are we going after?”

Knerys: “$25 Million”

CC: “Holy sweet Jesus! How in the hell are we supposed to walk out with that amount of cash?”

Knerys: “We don’t”


To Be Continued……….

[IdahoMR2man]

Awesome!!!! Kris is a janitor! hahahaa....

[smokiechimp]

But he's a hippy janitor! and he might get a cut of the money and you definately wont! :p

[sabin26]

Keep it up Smokie this is a great read

[IdahoMR2man]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
But he's a hippy janitor! and he might get a cut of the money and you definately wont! :p

Yeah but I have a sidekick. I'd rather have a sidekick than a cut ANYday.

[sabin26]

And what a great sidekick he is...........

[southern]

good job baby:applaud:

[Colorado Cajun]

great stuff Smokie as usual

[Kris Hodgson]

Can I be like Dave Chapelle's character in Half Baked? He was a stoner janitor.

Great stuff Smokie

[smokiechimp]

If I knew who the hell he is you could!!

Thanks guy's. be a wait for the next one.

[pixiness]

hehe - good stuff.

I wonder if Iben will be one of those bosses that tries to sleep with their secretary :P :hehe:

[smokiechimp]

It's not a bloody Mills and Boon! :p

[smokiechimp]

Next Instalment WIll Be Tueday! :)

[smokiechimp]

Just a small piece to get my mind off things.

[smokiechimp]

Part Four……….

Traffic, all there is, is traffic. Through the rear view mirror a parade of roof tops in perfect alignment congest the freeway. To the front all that can be seen is the tail light glairing from the battered and rusted car in front with the token child peering dopily and pulling the most hideous faces imaginable.

The sweet coolness of the air conditioning a mere memory as the dial is turned to full but nothing returns from the clogged vents on the dash. “Count to ten, Count to ten” Rogue utters to herself whilst trying to maintain her last strand of sanity. A muffled hum can be heard from a brown leather “professional” file folder which has been caringly flung onto the passenger seat. On closer inspection Rogue pulls out a modest but smart mobile phone and flips the cover.

Rogue: “Hello?”

A calm but forthright voice comes onto the line.

County Court Office: “Miss Rogue, it’s the county court office……”

Rogue: “I know, I’m late, there’s nothing I can do about it! I’m stuck up to my eyeballs in traffic, there’s been some accident up ahead I think and……..”

County Court Office: “Miss Rogue. Court has been adjourned due to your lack of attention and attendance”

Rogue: “……there’s no way I can get……What? Did you just say adjourned? But I’m only a half hour late and I’ve been travelling for four hours already!”

County Court Office: “If you don’t have the courtesy to inform us with due notice then we can do nothing else. You will be contacted as soon as we have a rearranged schedule.”

Rogue: “But I’m………”

County Court Office: “*Hang Up*……………….”

Infuriated Rogue throws her phone into the passenger side foot-well and sounds two quite satisfactory blasts of her horn at the inconvenience that is a three car pile up ahead. As if by a miraculous feet of magic the traffic begins to trundle forward and gradually she is able to pull the car into a clear lane of traffic on the hard shoulder.

As the day keeps getting increasingly worse for her, an executive decision is made to relax on the way to the turnoff toward home a good few miles up the freeway. The radio is turned on and tuned in to “Classic Rock FM” where “The music is easy and the listening easier”. Increasing in speed to rejoin the fast flow of traffic Rogue weaves past four cars in a fit of vent up anger and in retaliation to the events of this still early day.

From the passenger side foot-well murmurs a loud intermittent buzz, the kind of buzz from a modest but smart looking phone. “Damn” Leaning over Rogue grapples for the phone which continuously eludes her grasp. A desperate lunge and the phone is hers along with her heart firmly secured back in her chest. Returning upright Rogue’s arm catches the volume control and sends “Sweet Home Alabama” sky rocketing through the atmosphere at an unimaginable pitch.

Startled Rogue doesn’t know whether to answer the phone, turn down the music or steer her heap of metal out of the way of the eighteen wheeler coming straight for her.

Rogue: “Hold On”

Knerys: “Rogue, that you”

Rogue: “………”

Spinning her steering wheel sharply to the right the car clears the eighteen wheeler comfortably but the unattended speed of the vehicle is a great deal faster than that of the car in the lane ahead of her. A ploom of smoke blindingly appears to the drivers behind and the smell of rubber intoxicates the air as Rogue’s car begins to spin, not realising that this would be the out come if you where to swerve and brake at the same time. The embankment draws nearer as the car fails to spin completely but shimmies as if to suggest forced movement on the vehicle. A sharp thud and a sound that could only be the disruption of gravel and dirt behind the car, finally coming to a premature stop when the bonnet dents and disfigures to the impact of a roadside “Phone For Assistance” telephone.

The dust settles……

Rogue: “Hello there what can I do for you?”

Knerys: “What happened? You ok?

Rogue: “I’m fine thank you, why wouldn’t I be!?! Can I help you?”

Knerys: “You weren’t there for a while and I heard noises. You sure you’re ok?”

Rogue: “Honey, if you had just gone through what I just have you wouldn’t ask that question twice!”

Knerys: “It’s Knerys. Remember me? We went to school together. I got your number from…..a friend.”

Rogue: “I’m a bit busy right now”

Knerys: “I have something that might be of interest to propose to you?”

Rogue: “After the fun I’ve had today I think I’ll pass”

Knerys: “Your loss, you’ll never have to work again but if you don’t want……”

Rogue: “Hold up there. Rewind, I’m listening”

Knerys: “Not over the phone. If you knew how I got your number then you’ll know how easy it is to do other things. Meet me at the library in Lost Hope; I hear you’re near here?”

Rogue: “Yea that can be done. I’ll be about an hour if I can catch a ride”

Knerys: “No Car?”

Rogue: “Nope! See you soon, but this better be good”


To Be Continued………..

[IdahoMR2man]

Sweet! I love this story.

[sabin26]

Yeah smokie keep it up

[Kris Hodgson]

Very addictive read. Great job

[smokiechimp]

Cheers!

It was supposed to be bigger but in the light of recent events I haven't had the time or patients.

Maybe get one up tomorrow.

[smokiechimp]

Part Five…………..

Lunchtime. The one time of the day when Jibbs is his own man, he can go anywhere he likes for that one hour as long he is back to his desk before it’s over.

The daily routine stays the same, taking the elevator down to the ground floor car park and clipping the wheel nuts back onto the front wheel of his racing bicycle and then removing the chain from the bollard. Back pack on shoulder he rides down the ramp and into the street. In the blink of an eye his three minute bike ride brings him to “Deluxe” The cyber café on main Street Avenue. Not that the computers interest him in any way but he can quite happily sit in his favourite comfy arm chair with a sumptuous latte and cheese baguette whilst burying his head into his new favourite spy thriller.

Sitting just across the room in another comfortable but well used armchair is a young man of short stature and wearing glasses, the kind that look to have been specially made for him when he was twelve. Not reading, not drinking and just chewing on a complimentary chocolate digestive with his legs crossed and a glint in his eye as to suggest he was trying to figure the person he was looking at out and what they are thinking. That person was Jibbs, with a swift fluid movement he gets up, his jacket straightens and trousers un-crease and he approaches the lonely book worm.

Skink: “Ahem, Good read?”

Jibbs: “Excuse Me?”

Skink: “The Book? Is it good?”

Jibbs: “Yes, I suppose. Can I help you?”

Skink: “Now there’s a question”

Jibbs: “I don’t want any trouble, I’m just reading.”

Skink: “I apologise. I haven’t introduced my self have I!? I’m Skink and I would like to make you a millionaire!”

Jibbs: “Wha….What? Are you gone in the head or something?”

Skink: “If you want to know more, be here at 7:00pm”

Skink hands Jibbs a napkin (Used) with a scribbled on address and time next to the ketchup stain and above the mustard smear.

Jibbs: “Thanks but no thanks!”

Skink: “1456-2496-399-148”

Jibbs: “Yep, you’re up with the fairies”

Skink: “That’s an IP address to a certain C Core Complex workers computer”

Jibbs: “How would you know that?”

Skink: “Way’s and means my friend, way’s and means. I wouldn’t want to be you if your boss saw what you had on your works computer”

Jibbs: “That’s Blackmail!”

Skink: “No Duh! See you at seven my good friend”

With that Skink walks out of the café and down the street and opens the door to his jet black corvette. A roar of the engine as the rev counter scream’s to three thousand revs, shifting into first gear the accelerator peddle takes a second press and in less than the time it takes to cross the road Skink is gone. Realising if he gets caught for speeding again he will be going away for a long time once they find out that he isn’t who his new fake clean driving licence says he is.


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Later that afternoon the garage still has two of its three original occupants CC and Knerys but with the addition of a table and eight chairs in the centre.

Knerys: “CC…..Why do we have ‘eight’ chairs”

CC: “Because one is for bud”

Knerys: “And who in the hell is bud?”

CC: “You know Mr Wiser!?”

Knerys: “You never told me about any Bud Wiser?............Aw you sod!”

CC: “Oh Yea!, one nil!”

Knerys “So what is the chair for?”

CC: “Bud!”

Knerys: “Do you ever give straight answers!?”

CC: “I wouldn’t want to spill it on any of the plans now would I!? So I thought, I know I’ll get him a little chair to sit on”

Knerys: “Erm….Yea, good thinking!”

Knerys arranges the table and puts a box on the corner. Inside is a bundle of notepads and pencils. Laid on top is a strand of sticky labels all with names carefully written on them (‘Knerys’ ‘Skink’ ‘CC’ ‘Rogue’ ‘Kris’ ‘Jibbs’ ‘Southern’).
CC: “So who have we got then?”

Knerys: “Rogue should be at the library any minute so I’d better go meet her. Skink will have Jibbs on board by now which just leaves that Kris guy who you need to go and find now.”

CC: “I’ll go when I finish my beers What about that Southern girl? I thought you where going to get her on board first?”

Knerys: “I am I just have to sort something out first.”

CC: “Which is?”

Knerys: “It’s a bit difficult”

CC: “And why are you meeting Rogue at the library first and not here?”

Knerys: “I have some bridges to build"

CC: “You sounded fine on the phone to her”

Knerys pulls on her army surplus boots and heads for the door whilst turning to CC. “They’re not my bridges” Walking out into the kitchen and out the front door she makes her way to see Rogue. CC Slumps into his mismatched wicker chair that he picked up from a car boot sale for $20, leaning over he picks up “Bud” from the plain worn stool (The eighth chair) and takes a large sip, no larger than normal but he was never one to stand on ceremony. Bemused at Knerys’s womanly confusion CC stairs into space for a good while, spotting an old pizza slice on top of the fridge. “Hmm….maybe later” he happily confirms to himself as he jerks out of the chair which creaks and bends picking up his car keys on the way. “I so can’t be bothered with this today”


To Be Continued………………

[smokiechimp]

.........

[sabin26]

Keep it coming Smokie........I wants to find out what happens to me and my sid......I mean my partner.

[southern]

http://www.bostonblueyes.com/smilies/xyxthumbs.gif good stuff

[IdahoMR2man]

Bud Wiser....hahaha....nice job Smokes.

[smokiechimp]

Why Thankyou. Might be wednesday for part 6

[smokiechimp]

Part Six…………….


Late afternoon and the blistering heat of late morning begins to die into a cool breeze. The streets are relatively empty as workers and clients alike have scurried back to their offices and waiting rooms after lunch to continue the day. The same as most cities East Haven is bustling and busy with life from morning until early afternoon but life runs continually in the monotonous way as most other places. People doing the same things at the same time like well oiled machines.

C Core Complex stands alone in the city as its own entity, not connected to any other buildings and on the side of the street where it has no competition of sistering skyscrapers, just small fashion boutiques and the occasional newsagents and utility stores dotted up and down the road. Down one side of the building is a small alleyway that even in the glistening sun is cast into shadowy darkness by because of the bricked wall of the ‘East Haven Local Library Service’ which is situated a short distance away. Although this building almost mimics the image of a town hall it is small in its stature and is dwarfed in inferiorness by the twenty story monstrous and eye catching tower of C Core.

The side door flies open and cracks onto the Complex’s wall. As it swings round a large red sticker is visible on the door “This is a fire escape. DO NOT open unless it’s an emergency!” A figure emerges from the opening with a suspicious looking cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth as if it was stuck on like glue. “****ing busy bodies! I’m not walking all the way around just to put two lousy trash bags in here, Shmucks!” Although the man is talking to himself he continues at an audible tone as if he wanted someone to here his complaints. “Why can’t you clean up after yourselves!?! Ranting on the man turns his head sharply to his right as he throws his bags into the large disposal bin backed up against the library wall, above which is a sign that says “Highly Flammable! NO Smoking!”

As his head turns his eyes open wide in surprise at the tall presence of a man looking ever so slightly pissed at being where he is and standing next to a tired looking Triumph Moterbike. “Jesus!” “Naa, CC will do”. CC takes a step towards the man who is wearing a janitor’s tunic, a long and worn hard suede coat that drapes down to his Doc Martin boots. The coat laden with pockets that are filled with pens, bits of paper, the odd nut or bolt and splattered here and their with what could either be oil or ink, it’s difficult to define in the low light but CC assumes he must have Janitor status.

CC: “Who are you?”

Janitor: “I was gonna ask you the same question!?”

The janitor surreptitiously removes the “Cigarette” from his mouth, straightens his arms and gently drops it to the floor.

Janitor: “A…Are you a cop, man?”

CC: “Erm….I sure am and it looks like your busted”

CC pulls out his wallet and quickly flips it open and shut again in an instant showing only a glimpse of what could have been a police ID or a motorbike license.

Janitor: “For what man, I wasn’t doing anything. You don’t look like a cop!”

CC: “Undercover. And I can smell exactly what you where doing. What’s your name son?”

CC’s voice takes a miraculous lower pitch. The type of low voice that kids feignedly associate with “The Law” when they play cops and robbers, but rather than sounding authoritative it comes out more like a John Wayne slow and un-cogitative ramble.

Janitor: “Kris Hodgeson sir. Man, don’t bust me I need this job! I gots bills to pay and kids to feed. If you bust me I’m gonna lose everything!”

CC: “You’re going to have to accompany me to the station”

Kris: “**** man! I don’t need this!”

CC: “Well I’m sorry but that’s the way it goes sonny Jim” saying this as he climbs on his tattered old Triumph which looks like scrap metal put could probably outrun the law for a few more years yet. “Get on!”

Kris: “That’s no cop bike man.”

CC: “Just shut up and get on, You’re stoned. You’re just a bit delusional.”

Kris: “Well Ok but I don’t like this”

Riding out into the street from the dark gloom of the alley way the two appear onto the main through road in East Haven. CC stops the bike and presses his feet to the ground whilst leaning forwards on his handles, almost Steve McQueen esq. A small squeak of rubber on tarmac and within minutes they are out of the city and travelling towards Lost Hope. Kris tries to shout in bewilderment and confusion. “Hey! I thought the cop shop was the other way!?”


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Across the street from CC’s run down poor excuse for a living abode is a 1976 Ford Station Wagon which has been occupying that piece of road for the past two and a half hours with a brief fifteen minute interlued when the car left and returned to the same exact spot. Inside the vehicle is the humming smell of caffeine and grilled burger which can be smelt probably about two blocks away from where they are sitting. Accompanying the smell are two men, both looking the same way across the street and both with a look of anticipation in their eyes?

Sabin: “Urrrr”

Idaho tuts and rolls his eyes knowing that he is going to have to reply but doesn’t really want to know

Idaho: “What?”

Sabin: “I just got cheese on my new chinos! These cost half my wages!”

Idaho: “Don’t get clever with me!”

Sabin: “I was just saying, Sheesh!”

Idaho turns back to his driver’s side window and continues to peer out of it.

Idaho: “So what you got down so far?”

Sabin licks his fingers and fumbles around for a fresh napkin. Failing to find one he uses the next best thing and wipes his hands across his shirt. Reaching onto the dash he picks up a small leather cased note book which has a convenient elastic pen holder which Sabin pulls a pen knife from. Obviously this is a more appropriate place to store a pen knife when on a steak out. Idaho looks over again and releases a second tut.

Idaho: “Why do you bring that thing?”

Sabin: “It won’t fit in my survival kit and I’d be lost without it!"

Idaho: “Righhhht!”

Pulling a pencil from his top pocket Sabin flips open the pad and begins to real off times and events.

Sabin: “11:16am; Skink and two unidentified accomplices one presumed to be a ‘Colorado Cajun’ enter the believed residence of said CC ‘114 belvedere road, Lost Haven’ and remain there until 12:14pm; when Skink drove into East Haven in a yet to be identified black corvette as both front and rear number plates are covered in patches of mud making it difficult to identify the registration. ::Note:: This Is An Offence ::End Note:: Skink entered "Deluxe" cafe at 12:24pm and spoke to an unknown citizen then left to return to Lost Hope. 12:34pm; Skink returns to the same address and enters the house alone. The other two occupants CC and one unidentified woman are still believed to be residing at said residence.”

“That’s it so far sir.”

Idaho: “Well he obviously knows these people but I want to know who they are. Dig up all you can on this CC guy and get on the dog and bone. I want to know who that woman is! Find out who CC associates with”

Sabin: “I’m on it”

Just as Sabin produces his mobile phone from his jacket pocket an occurrence appears across the street.

Sabin: “Hey boss! Isn’t that………”

Idaho: “CC, yes it is.”

Sabin: “Who’s that funny looking guy on the bike with him?

Idaho: “Who am I David Blaine!? I’m not a friggin’ psychic!”

Sabin: “But David Blaine’s a magician!?!”

Idaho: “Ahh shut up! I knew what I meant.”

Sabin: “I thought CC was still home!? That woman could have left as well!”

Idaho: “I know, looks like were’ gonna be here a bit longer”

Sipping on a fresh cup of coffee from his thermos and taking a bite out of a well prepared chicken and lettuce sandwich Idaho sees CC dismount the bike and pull the rusting garage door open. Inside a large makeshift table with a random collection of different chairs bundled around the table can be seen . CC ferries the hippy looking fellow into the garage. He has a baffled expression on his face as he enters the 'poor mans board room'. CC spins around once he has covered his bike with an old rug and pulls down the garage door with a loud crash.

Idaho: “Iiiiiinteresting”


To Be Continued……………….

[sabin26]

Keep it up Smokie........it's a great read.

[Iben]

Originally posted by pixiness
hehe - good stuff.

I wonder if Iben will be one of those bosses that tries to sleep with their secretary :P :hehe: if you're my secretary, then hell yeah! ;) :p

great stuff chimp!

[IdahoMR2man]

:applaud:

Kris the janitor.....hehehe....

[smokiechimp]

Still editing..............

[smokiechimp]

there we go. just edited a few small details.

Thank you guys. I can't belive how long this is going to be. It could almost be a bloody script!!

[Kris Hodgson]

Originally posted by smokiechimp


Sabin: “Who’s that funny looking guy on the bike with him?



a s s hole.....

JK.

Keep up the great work smokie.

[smokiechimp]

lol! :p

It's 18 pages so far in word!!!! :eek:

And I'm only just over half way through I reckon! :)

[sabin26]

But it's a great read smokie.......keep it up.

[smokiechimp]

I Will! :)

[smokiechimp]

Part Seven………


Knerys enters the small but appropriately sized library through the two main oak doors facing across the street. Inside there are about six small study desks with the traditional green shielded light on the corner of every desk. A modest place with only four isles of books and one for media, the cobwebs and dust are all too present on every shelf.

In the furthest corner of the narrow but high ceiling architecture a young lady is crunched into a chair wedged up to one of the study desks. Knerys immediately recognises that it is Southern from her flowing shimmering hair. Southern averts her gaze from the book that she is buried in “The horse Whisperer” looks up and is suddenly a taken back at this once old friend approaching her. “Don’t come talk to me, Don’t come talk to me” Southern trembles quietly, showing a slight unease at the situation she is in, knowing that she can’t just run away from her. Knerys stops, “Hey Southie, I’ve come to talk to you. Remember me from school?”

Southern: “Whatever it is, it’s NO!”

Almost in a rage whilst trying to maintain a calm collective posture out of respect for her location.

Knerys: “Hey now, what happened back then was just that back then. I’ve got something important to ask of you”

Southern: “Huh, the last time you said that remember what happened!?”

Knerys: “Come on girl, I’m trying to make this up to you. I’ve not seen you in years and this is how you greet me.”

Southern: “Well you always seemed to want something, or to put it another way, for me to do something for you. What makes you think I haven’t forgotten or that things have changed?”

Knerys: “Wow, I really didn’t think we hurt you that much! I know it wasn’t all my doing but I’m sorry it hurt you that bad.”

Southern: “Huh, right”

Knerys: “Well you’ll be getting an apology off Rogue when she gets here”

Southern: “What, no, no. Not her, she isn’t here is she?”

Rogue: “Apologise me!? Ha, that’s a laugh”

Rogue had conveniently walked into the conversation at its lowest point for Southern and now Knerys and Rogue are standing right over the desk where she sits, feeling alone and intimidated. Southern's eyes begin to glaze and in the light which peers down through the library skylight they look almost crystal like, delicate and brittle as if her eyes are showing exactly what Southern is feeling inside.

Southern: “See! It’s not changed, you’re still there bossing me, shooing me and trying to put me down.”

Knerys: “Now this is silly. What happened at school has long since passed and you two should put it behind you both”

Rogue: “She stole my boyfriend! And on Prom night too"

Southern: “You went home sick! And it was Knerys who said he wanted me to dance with him!”

Rogue: “I went for like an hour!”

Knerys: “Come on guys. Stop it, I’m the guilty one it was my fault”

Rogue: “Well there was no need for you to throw pie at me!”

Southern: “You pulled my hair!”

Just in that instant Rouge begins to grin. Not an angry or thoughtful grin but the kind of smile that you just plain can’t help. The infectiousness spreads and Southern begins to smile and release a few small stutters of laughter whilst looking at Knerys. Suddenly all three girls spontaneously implode into a fit of girlish giggles that just can’t be suppressed. The pettiness of their childhood squabbles had reached its pinnacle and then just ceased to be as if it never existed.

As the laughing grows louder and more random as the reason for it slowly fades a noticeable thud of books is heard from the reception desk. The girls stop and turn their heads to the counter where the stereotypical fifties lady in her navy blue cardigan and necklace glasses is pointing to a sign above her head “Quiet Please”

The laughter stops and they all look at one another as if to imply that those days of spontaneity and girlish bad behaviour where too long gone and that they would all dearly love to have it back. Sitting around the small study desk Knerys pulls a chair up and sits on it back to front with the back of the seat in perfect position for her to place her hands on and then to rest her chin. Rogue calmly moves a chair up and sits down crossed legged, almost in a provocative manor as if she wants someone to notice she is there. Being a lawyer this kind of behaviour and mannerism becomes a natural part of the law profession.

Knerys: “Right Ladies. Why are we here!? I’ll tell you why. What would you both like most in the world?”

Southern: “Anything?”

Knerys: “Anything!”

Rogue: “I’d love my own firm. Or maybe another house in Europe”

Southern: “Hmmm………that’s a toughie, I’ll have to go with the old cliché and say Happiness”

Knerys: “Well they say you can’t buy it, but what if you had two and a quarter million dollars to try?”

Rouge: “…………..”

Southern: “…………”

Knerys: “Thought you’d say that”

To Be Continued..............

[smokiechimp]

Just a quick one to keep you busy. :)

[IdahoMR2man]

Hahahah!!! Catty women....

[smokiechimp]

I hope I get time to do a longer one this week.

[southern]

:applaud:
*i knew there was something i was forgot to ask you:D*

[smokiechimp]

Part 8 is iminant. I hope the other guys are reading this :(

[IdahoMR2man]

I think people forgot after CCL3. When you get it done post that you did it in What's on your mind.

[smokiechimp]

good plan batman! :)

[Kris Hodgson]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
Part 8 is iminant. I hope the other guys are reading this :(

Over a week since part 8 was iminant? YOU LIAR!
When ARE you doing part 8? ;)

[smokiechimp]

I haven't had time what with my over exuberant social life and college and work. I might do it tonight :)

[southern]

Originally posted by Kris Hodgson
Over a week since part 8 was iminant? YOU LIAR!
When ARE you doing part 8? ;) aren't you the pot calling the kettle black:p

[Kris Hodgson]

Originally posted by southern
aren't you the pot calling the kettle black:p

QUIET YOU!

;)

[smokiechimp]

Part Eight…………..

The evening draws in and the small hamlet of a town Lost Hope retracts into the dark night sky. Street lights begin to flicker on up and down the road lighting portions of the sidewalk with a beam of yellow light. Illuminated a battered car shines in the light. Acknowledging the prominent glow of this vehicle to passers by Idaho releases the handbrake and slowly trundles down the cambered slope of road until he is once again immersed into darkness.

Idaho: “Anything new?”

Sabin turns from the window with a huge pair of Rigel 3200 ‘Night stalker’ vision goggles attached to his forehead, green lenses glistening through the faded light

Idaho: “For Pity’s sake! They’re only forty feet away!”

Sabin: “My eye sights not to good, I got these on prescription”

Idaho: “Riiight. So then?”

Sabin: “Uw Yea. Here we go there’s a car pulling up”

Sabin adjusts his goggles to zoom onto the car pulling up to CC’s house. He spies three women getting out and heading towards the garage door. One of the women bangs twice on the door and a moment later the huge piece of rusted metal jerks and creeks open. A flood of bright white light beams across the street and blinds Sabin through his high resolution ‘Night Stalker’ Marine issue goggles.

Sabin: “Damn!”

Idaho: “Shut up will ya!”

The three girls enter the garage and promptly slam down the door behind them.
Sabin sharply turns again and clutters around with his hands fumbling on the back seat.

Sabin: “Where is it!?”

Idaho: “Where’s what?”

Sabin: “The soundifier thingy”

Idaho: “Try taking your goggles off!”

Sabin: “Oh yea. Ahh there it is”

Sabin pulls a small black box from behind the seat and reaches again for a small sound wave dish which could easily be mistaken for a salad bowl to the untrained eye.

Idaho: “Mmmm, We having salad!?”

Sabin: “Shhh, I’m trying to listen”

Switching on this small technical contraption sounds from all across the town, from cars and bus noises to faint voices talking over one another. Sabin adjusts the band width and signal strength on the side of the transmitter box whilst Idaho curiously looks on with a raised eyebrow.

Idaho: “In my day we used a glass tumbler to the wall and kept still”

Sabin: “Evolution my friend, Evolution”

Idaho: “Evolution my ass! More like fannying around to me”

Sabin: “Shhh, I gots something”

As the signal clears and the random sounds reduce to just a few faint voices Sabin flips the page on his pad and readies his pencil.


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Inside the garage the gathering take their seats and look across to CC sat in his wicker chair munching on a piece of pizza which looks suspiciously like it came from somewhere once forgotten.

CC: “First things first. Beer! Who wants one?”

Skink raises his hand in acceptance. CC throws a can across the table completely missing his desired target and crashing straight into an old portable TV half protruding out of a dusty cardboard box and shattering the screen.

CC: “Oops!”

Skink: “Nice one!”

Knerys: “Ok, let’s get going. Where all here aren’t we!? CC, Skink, Southern, Rogue, Kris and…….Jibbs? Where’s Jibbs?”

Skink: “I told him 7:00pm. What’s the time now?”

Knerys: “6:54pm”

Skink: He has six minutes then we start”

All the members of the meeting take their seats and patiently wait for Jibbs to arrive.

A slight tenseness can be felt in the air, Southern is wondering to herself whether this is such a good idea and maybe she should just go home and relax with a nice wine cooler.

Rogue is wondering what everyone else is thinking and what kind of firm she could start with her share of the money.

Leaning back on his chair Kris is content in himself just trying to see if he can balance in the air with just two of the chair legs on the ground. His attempt fails and he falls backwards kicking the chipboard table forward on his way down.

Just as the commotion caused by Kris begins the doorbell sounds.

Skink: “And here he is”


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Idaho notices a figure walking up to CC’s front door in the now pitch black darkness apart from the light glow of the streetlights and the melancholy glimmer of the three quarter moon.

Idaho: “Hey, check that out, Another one. We have quite the party on our hands”

Sabin: “Damn thing!......What you say?”

Idaho: “We’ve got another guy. Your piece of techno jargon broken?”

Sabin: “Just fuzzy. It keeps breaking up. I gots a couple of things down, some guy passing beer out and they’re waiting for someone else. Sounds like a party to me”

Idaho: “Maybe, I’m not to sure though. Keep that thing going, I want to get something solid down. I’m gonna get this kid.”


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CC gets up off his tatty old chair and heads for the front door. Peering through the peep hole he spies a shaggy looking fellow in a badge covered denim jacket and sporting a well used army surplus back pack. “Looks like our man” CC shouts back to the small crowed as he attempts to open the door. “****” CC struggles to prise the door open. Placing his foot on the wall beside the door putting his hands firmly around the handle he yanks at it as hard as is physically possible. “Wahoo!” The door swings open and CC manages to remain balanced and stood up right.

CC: “I’m gonna get that fixed”

Jibbs: “Good Idea”

CC: “you must be Jibbs then?”

Jibbs: “That’s me. Skink asked me to come”

Jibbs holds up a dirty stained napkin with a badly written address scrawled across it

CC: “Welcome to my humble abode. Let’s go join the guys”

Jibbs and CC walk to the garage through the house and into the small room.

Knerys: “The magnificent seven together at last. Right lets begin.”


To Be Continued………………

[smokiechimp]

I hope you guys don't mind that this fic is quite long?

And I wish everyone would ruddy read it! :p

[sabin26]

I just gots one question smokie.............how did you know I own stuff like that?

[Kris Hodgson]

Keep em coming Smokie. They get better and better.

[smokiechimp]

Originally posted by sabin26
I just gots one question smokie.............how did you know I own stuff like that?

It was well assumed my buddy ;)

[sabin26]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
It was well assumed my buddy ;)

*snaps fingers* I gots to find better hiding places for my gear.

[smokiechimp]

Like my acknowledgement in my sig sabs? ;)

[IdahoMR2man]

It's totally great Smokie. I think Idaho and Sabin are two of the greatest characters I've read in quite a while...

[smokiechimp]

Awww shucks. *Blushes*

Cheers. i wish I had time to write longer parts.

[sabin26]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
Like my acknowledgement in my sig sabs? ;)

Hells yeah smokie that's tight.

[southern]

:funny: good stuff sweetie

[smokiechimp]

I'm gonna have much less time to do these now :(

[Rogue]

Awww...it's good, smokie! I hope you have more time to write. :D

[smokiechimp]

Thanks Roguie :)

[Rogue]

We want more!! :p

[smokiechimp]

Murrrrr, maybe soon. :p

[smokiechimp]

I might get the next part up on tuesday if anyone is still interested.

[Rogue]

I am, smokie. If my vote counts..

[Kris Hodgson]

ME TOO!

[smokiechimp]

Part Nine………..

Pulling into the drive in the uptown part of the city, out of the way of the hustle and bustle but close enough for an easy commute. Iben gets out of her executive company car and makes a point of slamming the door hard shut. Struggling on the driveway she puts her leather satchel on the car roof and removes her shoes and heads for the front door, only to turn and walk all the way back to her car and collect the satchel. “I need a bath”

The door swings open as she throws her shoes through the minimalisticaly furnished living room and coming to a crash on the laminate wood floor. Inside is an almost unlived in collection of furniture, high tech stainless steal electrical goods and a kitchen that looks like the kind you would find in a showroom, untouched. She heads straight for the bathroom and begins to run the hot and cold taps whilst adding a ridiculous amount of shampoos and expholiators into the mix.

The phone rings in the hall. Frustrated she answers with a very unwelcoming tone of voice. “What?”

Voice on phone: “Ahh miss Iben. It has been a while since we last spoke my dear”

Iben freezes for a moment as to suggest this is a voice she is terrified to here but knows too well to just hang up.

Iben: “Erm, Mr Longshanks I was meaning to call you”

Longshanks: “Yeeees, I bet you where my dear. Well have you got it? I’m guessing from your lack of contact you haven’t?”

Iben: “Erm no, no but soon. He was all ready to sign but he got cold feet at the last minute”

Longshanks: “Not good enough, what am I supposed to do without that money. Our funding is low and the window of opportunity only stays open for so long”

Iben: “I understand sir but…….”

Longshanks: “No, no you don’t! I’m a very influential man who can do many things for or against many people my dear. My patients with you is tiring and it will soon become time for you to relinquish your position in the cleanest way possible.”

Iben: “I won’t let you down”

Longshanks: “You’d better not. Get it done” *Hangs Up*

Iben: “Jerk!”

Taking a fall of relief Iben lands on the plush cream leather sofa and takes in a huge influx of air then releases a sigh. “****” Still holding the phone in her hand she dials a number and places the receiver to her ear.

Iben: “Pixi?”

Pixi: “Iben, hey, how are ya?”

Iben: “Crisis meeting, my office, fifteen minutes”

Pixi: “What? What is it?”

Iben: “That’s why where holding the meeting. We can’t do this over the phone”

Pixi: “Ok, I’m on my way.


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Back in CC’s garage Knerys places her hands on the end of the meeting table and now being the only one still standing begins to rally her troops.

Knerys: “Ladies and gentlemen, we all know why we are her tonight. I’ve got you all here because I know you or we are acquainted in one way or another. You all have your individual advantages and I know you’re all capable of achieving your tasks.

We are going to infiltrate the ‘C Core Complex’ and remove a quantity of money from their possession. Now there are gonna be a few problems in completing this task. First we need to work out our entrances and exits. Southern, Kris, that’s where you come in. I know you know the pattern of the majority of the guards being you’re the head of reception Southern and you should be able to get a few floor plans down for us?”

Southern: “Yea that can be done. As for the guards there is one night guard who covers the front of the building from 8pm to 8am and another two inside who patrol the floors and the entrances but one of them is always in the security office on the fifth floor. That’s where all the monitors are.”

Knerys: “Right they can be taken care of. Kris we need a vehicle from you. I hear you have good sources and also suggestions for the best entrance?”

Kris: “Well being there is seven of us we are gonna need two vehicles. I can get hold of a descent fast car no problem but we are also gonna need something for the money and to make sure we can get about three people in it.”

CC: “Don’t worry about me, I’ll have my bike”

Knerys: “Excellent, although I was also thinking a pick up”

Kris: “well I don’t think I can get a jeep but I have my mini van. It’s not the newest of machines but it has blacked out windows which is extremely helpful to us?”

Knerys: “Great, that’s transport then.”

Jibbs: "erm excuse me? but where do I fit into all this?"

Knerys: "We need you jibbs to get Rogue into a meeting with Iben. She is the boss of the complex. Once Rogue is in there with her she can scan out the route to the safe and Skink's got a camera he can give her so she can take a few pictures of the place. Ok Rogue?"

Rogue: "I can manage that. I just need a reason for going?"

Jibbs: "well I can get you into the system as an influential client. We can just say you are going for an investment meeting as you have come into a recent cash windfall?"

Rogue: "No problem. I'm a lawyer, lyings my job and I'm good at it."

Knerys: "Well then that was my next question answered for me. Good input Jibbs"

Jibbs: "I just wann do this right"

As the congregation ponder their positions in the plan that Knerys is laying out the garage door spontaneously shudders and bellows out a startling sound like thunder.

CC: “What the ****!?!”

CC quickly jumps out of his wicker chair and heads for the side door. As he enters into the brisk air and dark faded street light he sees a station wagon screech off down the road. The odd thing he noticed was that the car had no lights on as it tore away. He stands there scratching his head baffled at the event. ‘Half Pint’ his larger than life black Labrador ironically named with a thought to be skilful sarcasm considering the dog isn’t a very small beast comes out of the darkness towards him. Half Pint jumps up to him in a fit off excitement, “Hey boy! What’s the matter!?” CC wrestles with the slightly over bearing dog playfully and pats him hard on the side of the belly “Come on” CC and half pint head in doors.

Skink: “What was it? Who was it? Was it a person? What….”

CC: “Calm down, it was just Half Pint. He’s a little excited. Some nut was bombing down the street with no lights on”

Skink: “Oh…”

Knerys: “Skink, you look worried”

Skink: “Naa, I was just wondering if someone was listening in.”


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Traffic in lost hope is often far from congested. The streets remain often in the image of a tumble weed town with the occasional stage coach rolling on through but never stopping. Just at the junction at the bottom of CC’s street Idaho’s battered excuse for a car approaches still not realising he hasn’t his lights on through the heat of the moment.

Idaho: “What happened?”

Sabin: “Some dog attacked me man!”

Idaho: “I sent you to have a listen, not play Dr Doolittle”

Sabin: “Sheesh I can’t win!”

Idaho: “So? What did you hear?”

Sabin: “Watch Out!!!!”

Idaho hits the junction at speed and of course still without his lights on. Just at that current time the sleepy streets had one visitor. On his green light the delivery truck on his shot cut home pulls across the street. The station wagons breaks squeal as Idaho slams everything he has onto the peddle. Sabin grasps hold of the dash board in front of him and closes one eye, keeping the other open to catch a piece of the action in his instinct. The car clips the left front side of the truck but its momentum manages to push the truck slightly and takes the car across the junction. The impact completely destroys the drivers side headlights on Idaho's car, not that they where in use anyway and water and steam begin to flourish out of the gap in the bonnet.

Regaining control Idaho brings the car to a stop at the side of the road pulls up the handbrake and releases an almighty expletive “****!”

Sabin: “Wow! That was a ride man.”

Idaho: “What did you here?”

Sabin: “Huh?”

Maintaining all professionalism even though this was probably the most blundered steak out and stealth operation in history and even though his car which frankly was one more failed brake light away from the scrap heap was laid dying at the side of the road he was still adamant to get his information. He wants Skink bad and he looks like the kind of guy who doesn’t lie.

Idaho: “At the house, what did you here?”

Sabin: “I couldn’t here much. I got something about the C Core Complex down town and vehicles but that’s about it. Oh and some girl was talking about guards or something”

Idaho: “Oh great work Clueso! I should have sent my Nan; she’d have done a better job.”

Sabin: “Whatever”

Idaho: “I think a visit to the C Core Complex is next on the cards then. I feel something occurring in the air”

Sabin: “Oh yea, sorry about that!”

Idaho: “No, you idiot! I mean something isn’t quiet right with their set up. Let’s check it out”


To Be Continued……………….

[smokiechimp]

Sorry it took so long.

[southern]

good:applaud:

[Kris Hodgson]

Very good. And a nice long chapter too. :)

[sabin26]

Saight Smokie it was still a great read

[Iben]

Nice read. can't wait to see what happens.

[IdahoMR2man]

I hope Idaho and Sabin catch the bad guys and give them a good what for.

You're a really great writer Smokie. Have you ever thought about a career in it?

[smokiechimp]

erm............no not realy, I'm too self critical. I think out of all the songs I've written I like maybe two of them. I would like to write a novel one day very much but I'm not sure if I could.

[IdahoMR2man]

Well I'd read it for one. If it was like this. It's quirky but intriguing!

[smokiechimp]

lol! well maybe I'll give it a thought one day ;)

[smokiechimp]

Might get Part Ten! up tomorrow. :)

[southern]

mmmhm sure:p

[smokiechimp]

I did say "Might" :p

Plus I was distracted :p

[smokiechimp]

Ok, so it's been nearly a month now.

P10 coming soon, I promise :)

[smokiechimp]

so I promised p10 a week ago. :(

Unless my college course gets cancelled the story is well and truely over, I just can't find the time. :(

[IdahoMR2man]

sigh...

[smokiechimp]

Wow! Some Interest! :)

I won't get any time to do this for ages but I might finnish it dude.

Glad you like it so far. :)

[southern]

Originally posted by smokiechimp
Wow! Some Interest! :) and who's been telling you that for like EVER:p

[smokiechimp]

I know I know! :p

[southern]

maybe you should start paying attention then:p

[smokiechimp]

Maybe get a Christmas edition up if I can. :p

[smokiechimp]

Or not............

They all go outside and a big nuclear holocaust kills everyone on the planet.

The End.

Sorry but it's been too long since the last one to finnish it.

I might start a new one in June and I'll be able to finnish it because I won't have college anymore. :)

[southern]

mmhmm sure:p

[smokiechimp]

I'm surprised this is still on the boards. I just read through the whole thing again and I'm really sad I never finished it. I'm stirred to do another one though. :)

[DAN!]

**starts the chant

do it, do it, do it...