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(Yes so soon, I was inspired [postbox]) Quieter than a Threat

Author: rRaminrodt ()
Date: 2000-05-01 00:00:00

Quieter than a Threat



=A dark alley in Washington DC=

An unhappy looking man with a hawk like face walked down the alley toward the other person. A sickly looking fellow who appeared quite nervous.

The second man spoke, "The weather this morning bothered me."

The first replied, "I eat breakfast in the morning."

"What do you put on your toast?"

"Marmalade," the first man said.

"Okay then, this is for you." He handed the first man a piece of folded paper and walked briskly away.

The first man read the paper over carefully, it had an address on it and the number 5 circled below it. The hawk faced man smiled.

=The USS Riptide bridge. =

Bandwidth grinned, "Okay men. Lets show her what this ship can do."

RStefan01 began the firing sequence as Tridus creeped off the bridge following SM who had just left.

"Torpedo or bomb rather… away."

BandWidth sat down in the captains chair self satisfied and smiling as the other crewmembers basked happily in the feeling of accomplishment."

Suddenly, at the same time Cynthia chirped and Pal moaned, "Hailing frequency's detected."

Bandwith punched a button on his chair's console.

A woman's voice filled the speakers, "Oh, how trite of you to send it back to me. You could have at least disarmed it or exploded it in space. Well at least this saves me the effort of building another one someday."

Bandwidth gritted his teeth, "What DO you want with us?"

You could almost hear her smiling over the speakers, "Not much. You'll figure it out eventually, it's just a part of the game." She giggled, "I'll be talking to you later. Ta ta."

"That lady isn't nice," Cynthia sounded scared.

Pal warbled, "I hate my life. I don't want to die here."

Bandwith gripped the sides of his chair so tightly that his knuckles were white. "Get that damn computer unhooked. And somebody get Tridus and SM if he's feeling well enough. Its time for a conference."

=A dark building =

The hawk faced man stepped into the dirty room. Immediately he saw his contact sitting behind a table and the bull necked goon behind him, that man's protection. Dressed in a fine suit the seated man was smoking and had a drink on the table.

He spoke, "Ah-ha. Agent Marmalade, nice to see you arrived on time. I wasn't so sure about the man I entrusted the note to, it's so very hard to find good people these days."

The hawk faced man, identified as Marmalade, merely straightened his jacket, "I wouldn't know about that. I usually work alone."

"Yes yes. I know. I know you want to get down to business. Did you see the priority number?"

"Yes, number five, did you catch something?"

"No, not that good. But our tracking systems keep seeing this blip appear and disappear over California. But that’s not all, there's something else in high orbit, some kind of stealth design so we can't actually say what it is but its defiantly there."

"You said California?"

"Correct, most recently above Irvine."

Marmalade frowned strongly.

Which made the seated man smile. "No. It's not those CWAL people. We have piles of data on them and it doesn’t match their profile."

"How can you predict a random element? Explain that to me senator."

"They aren't as random as they think. But that’s not the issue here. We let those people deal with the game companies so we don't have to, and they stay in their place. This is new. So… are you going to investigate?"

Marmalade remained silent.

The senator fidgeted, "Or would you rather I sent this along to Majestic or another one of our groups. I don't HAVE to pander to you."

Marmalade put his fingers to his chin, "And you get paid by my people. We could simply come down here and take what we want by force. But that wouldn't be very nice."

"Don't threaten me. You know what our capabilities really are. We aren't as naive as when you arrived."

"Since you seem so keen on the idea that I go: I will. This doesn’t mean anything is going to come out of it."

"Good. Give me a call when you arrive. I'll channel you an account to use," he grinned. Have a fun trip."

=SM's room on the ship =

Tridus poured a glass of water from the klingon dispenser and handed it to him. SM drank weakly and laid back down on his bed. Tridus sat down in a nearby chair.

"How are you feeling?"

"A tad bit better." He paused, "But that doesn't mean anything for the next minute."

"What did you do? I thought you lost…"

"I let the… evahl… I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"Ok," Tridus tried to sound encouraging. "If you need anything, you know who to call…"

Someone started banging on the door. Tridus opened it, and Edge stood there.

"That woman is threatening us again. Bandwith wants a conference. How is SM felling?"

"Not well enough to go to a conference." Tridus stepped out of the room and closed the door; he began walking toward the bridge. Edge glanced sidelong at Tridus as he walked away and then at SM's door. He quickly hit the lock button and then strode away, to catch up to Tridus.



Changes:
Some mysterious agent type is travelling to investigate the USS Riptide and other odd happenings. The woman wasn't even scratched by the bomb and is now taunting the Riptiders. SM still feels kind of sick after using the evahl.

And no this character is not nearly as confusing as the Searcher :)


Quantum Mechanics Society




(Yes so soon, I was inspired [postbox]) Quieter than a Threat - rRaminrodt - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
-'Agents, agents everywhere, so let's all have a drink!' - SM_007 - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
--Ah. But is he really an agent? Or something else? - rRaminrodt - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
---Well, you DID label him as an 'agent' in your story, so don't blame me, hehehe. - SM_007 - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
--hey nobody said the woman is bent on world domination. - Tridus - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
---True, true. I count her as a pleasent exception, hehe. - SM_007 - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
-cool *idly ponders how the world would end if rraminrodt ever made something straightforward * :-) - Tridus - 2000-05-01 00:00:00
--=) - rRaminrodt - 2000-05-01 00:00:00