Gerald Heiz had just finished a hard day at work. He walked towards his black
Volkswagen Bug. The car shined in the moon light. It was now that Gerald wished he
could have gotten a better parking spot. He started on his way towards car. He was halfway
across the parking lot when he thought he saw a glint in the bushes at the edge of the lot. He
slowed to a stop. A wind blew through his pony-tailed black hair. He looked around him
and saw nothing. He reached into his coat and cocked his pistol and started walking towards
his car.
Gerald let a sigh of relief slip out of his mouth when he reached his car. The inside
of his car looked very safe at this moment. Suddenly he heard the click of high heals behind
him. He swung around and reached inside his coat.
“Hey,” it was just one of Gerald’s fellow late workers. The woman walked by him
and smiled. Gerald smiled an uneasy smile back.
He took the car keys out of his pocket fumbling them in his trembling hands. Ever
since his friend Miguel had given him the briefcase and disappeared, Gerald had been very
tense. The first strange thing he noticed was the same black car following him to and from
work, but one of his co-workers always seemed to be in the car so Gerald didn’t think much
of it.
Just as Gerald had slipped the key into the lock of the car door he felt a cold barrel at
the back of his head, right where the skull went into the spine.
A feminine voice spoke to him in a strong Russian accent, “Mr. Heiz, I suggest you
don’t turn around. Unlock the car.”
Gerald thought he had heard the voice before. He tried to remember where. His
thinking was interrupted by a push of the barrel against his head. He obliged to the woman’s
command.
“Now give me the brief case,” the woman said.
“The what?” Gerald tried to play dumb.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Mr. Heiz. I’ve been watching you for some time now,”
two large men came out from behind the front and rear of his car. “Now just give me the
brief case,” Gerald heard the click of a gun.
“I have no idea what your talking about,” Gerald continued to play dumb. Miguel
had told him to never give up to briefcase.
“You’re a fool, Mr. Heiz. This could have been painless,” Gerald then felt the barrel
lifted from the back of his head. Then he was struck on the head and everything went
black.
* * * * *
Matt Gibson hated this part of his job, trying to arrest these guys who were close to
invincible. This time things were complicated by the guy not knowing a word of
English.
The guy had gotten weapons into the federal building using monoblades, they looked
sort of like those light sabers from the Star Wars films. They’re impossible to spot from
metal detectors. The weapons were eventually noticed. By then, however, it was too late.
The guy had already decapitated two guards. Nobody knew why this guy was here, he
hadn’t stole anything. It seemed like he was just there to kill people.
Matt snuck a look at the killer. The guy had taken lots of hostages, all of them
seemed to be frozen just by looking at this guy. He wore a long baige trench coat, khakis,
and a baige shirt. His face was covered by long silver hair, all you could see moving on his
face were his black eyebrows. Matt couldn’t move now, he was seemingly hypnotized by
the killer.
Suddenly, there was the flash of movement, and shrukens went flying into Matt and
his fellow police officers. Then the killer jumped up through the glass dome at the top of the
room.
That man got away. That man was Kasiro Kibagami.
* * * * *
Kyle Johnson looked across his desk at the woman who was there. She was very
pretty, but she had a vacant, cybernetic look in her eyes which made him feel uneasy. This
woman wanted to open a bank account, but wouldn’t give any I.D.
“I have to see I.D. before I can put any money in the account,” Kyle explained to the
woman.
The woman looked at Kyle for a moment. Kyle shifted in his seat, he was getting
nervous under the stare of the woman. She started to speak, “Okay, okay, you got me. I
didn’t really come here to open a bank account,” Kyle looked a the woman puzzled. “I
came here to visit you,” the woman looked at Kyle as seductively as possible with cyber
eyes.
Kyle shifted in his seat again, “Me? Why me?”
The woman started to stand up, “Because,” she bent over the desk and grabbed Kyle
by his tie. She continued slowly, “you’re going to,” she pulled Kyle up so that her mouth
was right at his ear, “open.....the....safe.”
As soon as she said safe the electricity in the building went out. Kyle heard some
gun shots in the main hall of the bank. Kyle started to reach for the shotgun he had under his
desk.
“I wouldn’t even think about it,” Kyle looked up at the woman. He looked right into
the barrels of two uzis coming from the woman’s arms. “Now I think you should open the
safe if you want to live.”
Kyle slowly stood up and turned towards the safe. He started walking quickly to
safe. Once he had made some distance between himself and the woman, he reached in his
jacket, spun around, pulled out his magnum, and fired it at the woman. The woman’s body
bent back and it looked like it was going to flip backwards, but right before her legs would
have flipped out from under her, her feet dug into the ground and she pulled her body back
up.
Kyle stared in awe as the woman pulled herself back to a stand position, “That
wasn’t very smart,” Kyle could now see the cybernetic joints in her face working.
The woman pulled what was left of the fake skin on her head off. Kyle could now
see that she was a full borg. Kyle brought up his gun to fire again, but before he could lift
his arm, he was filled with the bullets of two uzis emptying themselves.
That woman and her gang eventually got the money from the safe and got away.
That woman was Karin Furgsen of the Slash N’ Bash gang.
* * * * *
MORE SOON(hopefully)
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