More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I'm not sure how my bits are fitting into the general arc here, but I figured they'd add a bit of civilian confusion and governmental misdirection.

This is my problem, my tangent/arc, while I could continue to current time, just wasn't catching on.

More anyways!

[Don Coyote]

I'm not sure how my bits are fitting into the general arc here, but I figured they'd add a bit of civilian confusion and governmental misdirection.

This is my problem, my tangent/arc, while I could continue to current time, just wasn't catching on.

Everyone's bits don't have to fit chronologically together.



I've been enjoying this immensely.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

It had gone so well, to start with. The media had arrived just as they'd sashayed into the school fair posing as "Poor little Jamesy's" aunt and uncle. Of course the boy couldn't come, he was too distraught, but they felt it their duty as family to make an appearance. The whole thing had almost been ruined when Shareese recognized the principal as her limo-fetishist lover.

But it had made things so much easier to carry out. She had a reason to hunt him down and ruin his life now, aside from this whole Nessie business. One the media could snap on to and worry like terriers with rats. That would make things so much more interesting and get so much more attention.

If Sams didn't kill everyone from nerves, first. He'd disappeared into the school's basements after securing a master set of keys from the principal, who Shareese had taken to his office and explained everything to. The man didn't believe her, of course. But by the time she'd tired of listening to his ranting, Sams had disarmed every possible explody device and done a circuit of the school grounds as well, under the guise of 'checking for monsters, to ease the children's minds'.

The children, at least, appreciated his seriousness and thoroughness. The adults would appreciate it later, if they ever knew.

Soon after that, things had begun to go down hill. The media stormed in, sticking microphones in everyone's face and asking stupid questions. Armored vehicles had shown up and blocked every exit. She'd had to knock the principal unconscious and stuff him in the closet. Which would make saving his life a bit more difficult in the long run, but gave her piece of mind for the next few minutes.

The man knew how to babble.

She shimmied out of her dress and put on the wetsuit Sams had insisted Rita find, complete with hooded bit and footie bits. The Nessies were down there, quiet as mice, still as serpents in stupor. But he'd told her it felt queer. Like they knew something was up and were waiting for just the right moment to throw a spanner into the works.

Peachy.

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Outside, in the secretary's cubicle, Sams was putting on his own wet suit and strapping a blade to every available surface. The media could write off the wetsuits as lunacy but he was pretty sure they'd have to do battle with the Nessies at some point, if only to prove their existence once the children were clear.

That had been something Shareese had balked at, but he was convinced it was the only way to save everyone. Too long they'd been hiding in the dark, working at the edges of public awareness. The first step to conquering a fear was facing it, naming it. And everyone - not just the Paynites and those weaseling bastards in government suits - needed to do it. To own the mess and help clean it up or the Nessies would win.

He checked all the seams of his suit and muttered under his breath. Familiar words he'd never had cause to recite before. They didn't fit any more properly than the wetsuit did, but it was close enough to strap some steel to his spine.

The first reported entered the office with her camera man. Others filled the corridor outside the offices. He smiled. The feeding frenzy was beginning.

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"Mr. Sams, could you please tell us what prompted this action on your part? Our tip said you were taking the entire school hostage but you have not done so. Was this all just a cruel prank?"

Shareese stepped out of the principal's office and joined Sams. A pretty blond reporter with a sparkling smile and mean eyes glared at her before smiling winsomely at Sam. Fuck that, she thought. And pulled out one of the guns Sam had also insisted Rita get for her. She aimed at the ceiling and fired off a shot.

Sams looked amused and a trifle exasperated. The reporter wet herself.

"No, it was NOT a fucking prank, you tasteless slag," Shareese said, putting her gun in the holster clipped to a belt full of little prickly things and little explodey things. Just like fucking Batman. "We want everyone to be aware. Take fucking notice, morons. This is for real."

"Exactly," Sams agreed, stepping back so they stood shoulder-to-shoulder. "We are deadly serious."

"W-what exactly do you want?" The camera-man asked the question since the reported was still whimpering and dripping on the floor.

"We want every network in here and giving us a live feed. For this generosity, we'll hold you all hostage instead of those wee helpless children out there."

"My God," another reporter said, "The tip was a trap. We've walked into a trap."

"Don't worry. We won't kill you unless we have to," Shareese said, giving them a hard smile. "Now you lot, up against the wall.'

She pointed to the far wall, well away from the door. And they went, dragging the weeping woman with them. She didn't even need the gun. In a way, Shareese found herself disappointed. She'd expected more of a fight.

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"What's our status? Are we ready to proceed?"

"Sir, the press has entered school grounds before we were in position, they are broadcasting live."

A man with too many years, too much rank, and very little sense swore and pounded his fist on a table with much theatrical flair. "Damn. What are they saying?"

"That two crazies are holding the school hostage and we're out here doing nothing."

"Damn and blast!" The man swore. "Blow them all up!"

A pause. A cough. A cellphone rang. It was handed to him by a startled young man. "It's the top, Sir."

"Damn," he muttered, taking the phone and waving the boy away. "Yes, yes. I'll fix it."

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The phone sitting on the secretary's desk rang. Shareese jumped, then snatched the receiver from the cradle with a scowl.

"What?" She demanded. Then she rolled her eyes. "Oh no. You'll evacuate the children and their parents first. Or we'll just kill them now to spare them what's going to happen next, you bloody morons. We keep the reporters. You get the children. What's wrong with you heartless bastards?"

Sams pointed to a camera-man and then Shareese. The camer-aman dutifully pointed his camera at Shareese who hit the speaker button.

"If you don't release the press, we'll blow up the entire building with all of you in it. We do not consort with terrorists." A pompous man's voice filled the room.

"Blow us up, then." Sams said, loud enough to be heard. "The pain we'll feel will be nothing to the Payne you'll feel."

"Don't play with us, boy, we're the military."

"And you're live. Now explain to the world why you don't care about the children. Could it be that they're witnesses to something you'd rather cover up?"

The man swore and the line went dead.

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[P3nT4gR4m]

[Luna]

Oh, damn, I want a set of that...

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

[Jenne]

Shit fuck yeah.

Ok, so I've sorta got my arc all covered.  I changed it up from what I was gonna do...because I have ROGER as my main character, and well, with him being gone and all, I just wanted to wait it out. 

I'm weird, I know.

Anyway, plan to work on this and get it cranked out so I can finish it up...

[Adios]

Anyone interested in finishing the mirror arc is welcome to it. I am busy taking care of Terri after her back surgery, PT and doctor appointments for myself and spring fever is kicking my ass.

Hawk,
Gone Fishin'

[Luna]

Anyone interested in finishing the mirror arc is welcome to it. I am busy taking care of Terri after her back surgery, PT and doctor appointments for myself and spring fever is kicking my ass.

Hawk,
Gone Fishin'

Pity, I was looking forward to seeing where you were heading with it.  Hope all is well, and Terri's recovery is quick and as painless as possible.

[Adios]

Anyone interested in finishing the mirror arc is welcome to it. I am busy taking care of Terri after her back surgery, PT and doctor appointments for myself and spring fever is kicking my ass.

Hawk,
Gone Fishin'

Pity, I was looking forward to seeing where you were heading with it.  Hope all is well, and Terri's recovery is quick and as painless as possible.

LOL, limited success, with the crew getting killed in a stampede by a nessie cut in half from pancake style lasers. Nest destroyed though, back-up crew activated.

Thanks for the well wishes, she is doing pretty good, they operated on L4-L5, most of her pain is gone already.

[East Coast Hustle]

I've got 2 more episodes of the "Nessie POV" arc in me, but I need to wait for someone else to advance the Southampton storyline since I'm trying to dovetail mine in with that.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Mine is dead.  It was a wild tangent anyway.

[East Coast Hustle]

Also, no matter how this all gets wrapped up, my last "Nessie POV" piece is going to set up the potential sequel.

[Luna]

I've got 2 more episodes of the "Nessie POV" arc in me, but I need to wait for someone else to advance the Southampton storyline since I'm trying to dovetail mine in with that.

My opinion, for what it's worth, is that you should go on with it anyway.  If things fit, awesome, if not, Roger and whoever's helping edit all this can hit 'em with a hammer until they do.

[East Coast Hustle]

Well, I've sort of enmeshed my nessie with Sams and the hooker. I want to wait to see how that plays out before I try to write it from the other side.