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(SHORT POST BOX STOREE) Checking up on matters of interest

Author: SM_007 ()
Date: 2000-03-20 00:00:00

*It's a beautiful day outside of Riptide headquarters. In the distance, a bird is chirping away to itself as a nice breeze passes over the building during the nice, clear-skied day. Inside the building, however, a battle is being fought. A battle between life and death, and emotions are running very high. It's literally a war zone, and a contrast to the beautiful day outside. A few blocks away, a black, lengthly luxary car pulls up to a stop at a street corner, facing the building only a street's distance away.*

*Inside the car are three men, all dressed alike in black suits with black ties. The first two men, however, are exact duplicats of each other, as they both look like and have dark sunglasses on. They slowly turn their heads to look at each other as the old man in the back seat begins to speak. The older man, who looks slightly different from the twins in the front seat, has a cigarette in his mouth, and appears to be very tired and weary.*

Old Man: And so, this is where they ended up?

*The old man has a raspy voice, but the two agents speak very calmly, almost in a monotone voice.*

First Agent: Yes, sir. They rest of the SideWinder staff members are in this building.

Second Agent: Including our own agent on the inside.

Old Man: Excellent, then. Everything we need is in this building.

First Agent: Should we attack now?

Second Agent: We are, after all, prepared.

Old Man: No. There is no sense to rush into it at this time. What new do you have about the rift?

First Agent: The rift to the other dimension has been closed, permenatly, until we wish to re-open it.

Second Agent: No more duplicates will come through from the Void.

Old Man: Excellent, excellent. I--

*The old man was just starting a new sentence when he begins to cough violently for several long seconds. He finally regains his composure, and pushes away the help from his two agents.*

Old Man: Just take me back, for now.

First Agent: As you wish, sir.

*The car pulls off, turns around, and heads back down the street from where it came, away from Riptide.*

To Be Continued...

SM_007
We may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.

(SHORT POST BOX STOREE) Checking up on matters of interest - SM_007 - 2000-03-20 00:00:00
-Soo.... do any of these people have real names? =) - RStefan01 - 2000-03-20 00:00:00