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[LMNO]

if i don't see a bridge in boston with the legend 'emperor cheney memorial bridge' sprayed on it, i will be one very sad mangrove.

Consider it as good as done.

[The Open Bar]

i think boston would benefit from more scrid art


just sayin'

[LMNO]

Y'all won't believe this, but I just re-compiled all the chapters, and the word count hit exactly 17,000 words.


EXACTLY.


I'm not sure I should upset the delicate balance...

[agent compassion]

The delicate balance will be ok as long as you buy it some ice cream after upsetting it.

[LMNO]

I stood up, stretching, feeling old muscles complaining.  Grumpy old bones, I thought, as I slipped on my pants and shoes, and threw my shirt over my shoulders.  Padding out into the kitchen, I turned to see a flash of Erin,Äôs long, smooth leg as she disappeared behind a corner to get dressed.  My coat was in the living room, and I snagged a small bag of coffee beans from one of its pockets.  I never go on a case without some coffee if there,Äôs even a chance it,Äôs going to be a late night.  And yesterday, well,Ķ

As I was prepping the beans, I noticed a phone on the counter.  I picked it up, and heard, ,ÄúNot default authorization.  Please enter passcode.  D.O.D.B. 1723.,Äù

,ÄúErin?,Äù I called out.  ,ÄúYou have a code lock on your phone?,Äù

From a room far in the back came the reply, ,ÄúWell, after all that weird stuff with my cell, I figured someone might have had access to it.  So I called the phone company, and they put a lock on it.,Äù

,ÄúYeah, but from the Department of Defensive Bureaucracy?,Äù

,ÄúWhat?,Äù  Erin was at the doorway of the kitchen in a moment, dressed only in a lacy bra, panties, and a button down shirt just halfway buttoned.  She was a vision to behold, but the look of panic on her face drove out any further ideas I might have had at the moment.  ,ÄúYou mean,Ķ,Äù

,ÄúYeah.  Government, Inc. has had total access to your apartment ever since you put the lock on the phone.  Don,Äôt say anything.  Shh.,Äù  I went back into the living room, got my coat, and fished around in the inner pockets.  Where is it...  Ah.  My fingers wrapped around a small device, and I could feel it twitching in my palm.  With Erin watching, I pulled out a chrome cylinder, about the size of a tube of lipstick.  I could see her wanting to say something, ask a question, but I raised my finger to my lips.  

Walking back to the phone, I tapped one end of the cylinder, and gave the middle a half turn.  A seam appeared at the halfway point on the cylinder, and slid apart, revealing a slim rod, jointed in the middle.  The ends of the cylinder slid out, and the entire device folded in half.  Practically turning itself inside out, more rods began snaking from the inside of the cylinder, which folded upon itself revealing an insect-like robot as big as a dinner plate, delicate legs and feelers moving gently in the morning sunlight.  It seemed attracted to the phone, and when I tapped on the counter three times, it quickly moved to the phone and began dismantling it.  

It extracted a small silicone chip, drew it close to the center of the bot,Äôs body, where a tiny bit of phosphorous vaporized it.  A few more furious moments, and the phone was reassembled.  Three more taps on the counter, and the bot scurried down a cabinet and began exploring the rest of the house for bugs.  As Erin and I watched, the bot quickly found and destroyed 13 other devices spread throughout the apartment.  With some mild sense of sorrow, I noticed that it had found a camera in the bedroom, and quickly vaporized it.  Should have held onto that, I thought.

After a few more minutes, the bot returned to the kitchen, twitched, and collapsed back into the small cylinder, which I returned to my coat pocket.  Again, I reached for the phone, and said to Erin, ,ÄúOk.  We,Äôve only got 30 minutes before Government, Inc notices that all the bugs have been erased.  I,Äôm going to make a call, you,Äôre going to keep getting dressed, and then we,Äôre out of here.  Oh, one more thing.,Äù

,ÄúWhat,Äôs that?,Äù

I drew Erin in close, my arm wrapping around her waist, and kissed her long, and hard.

,ÄúBring a wet suit.,Äù

[gnimbley]

YAY! No more boycotts! (Until the next time.)

[fluffy]

hey lmno
who know the difference between a writer and a wannabe?

a writer finishes his stories

just sayin'



now where did i put that copy of
"lmno murder, she wrote?"

[LMNO]

Hey, fluffy:


1. I've been working on soliciting and editing other texts for The City anthology.

2.  Fuck you.

Numbers 3 through 5 do not exist.

[fluffy]

Hey, fluffy:


1. I've been working on soliciting and editing other texts for The City anthology.

sounds like a convenient excuse

2.  Fuck you.

::sigh::
sorry
i'm not into necrophilia

Numbers 3 through 5 do not exist.

yes they do
you just haven't been cleared for...
that's an old joke by now huh?

[LMNO]

Erin went back to finish dressing, and I picked up the phone, and quickly dialed.

,ÄúRandy,Ķ Yeah, it,Äôs me again,Ķ No, fine, fine.  Things are heating up,Ķ  No, not in that way,Äîwell, actually, yes, in that way too,Ķ  Yeah, I know this is an East Quadrant number, it,Äôs my client,Äôs apartment,Ķ Hey now, no need to get crass,Ķ  Look, no time for that now.  This line has just now been cleared of bugs, and any minute now, the GovInc automatic monitors are going to wonder why they aren,Äôt hearing anything.  Randy, I need another favor,Ķ yeah, I know, but this is serious.  Do you still have friends at the Ocean?  ...Yeah, the Edge of the World Clan, I remember.  Do you think they,Äôd allow a friend of a friend access to their stuff?  ,ĶNo, seriously,Ķ  Look, just make a call for me, and let me know, ok?  ,ĶYeah, leave the message in the usual place,Ķ,Äù  I heard the sound of heliplanes in the distance.  ,ÄúLook, Randy, I have to go.  They,Äôve located us,Ķ  Ok, half an hour.,Äù

I hung up, and ran to the back room, where Erin had just finished packing up a bag.  She had decided on a rugged-looking pair of pants, with boots to match.  ,ÄúErin, we have to go. Now.,Äù

,ÄúWhat is it?,Äù

,ÄúThose heliplanes are no doubt on their way here.  Looking for us. Well, not us, but for whoever dismantled their bugs.  Which is us.  So we have to haul ass.,Äù

,ÄúNot in your car, we won,Äôt.,Äù

,ÄúYou have a better idea?,Äù

,ÄúYeah,,Äù Erin said, sweeping up a set of keys and tossing them to me.  ,ÄúWe,Äôll take my car.,Äù  She breezed by me, slinging the bag over one shoulder.  I followed her to the elevator, scooping up my jacket as I went.  We stepped into the elevator, and Erin jabbed at the button for the basement.  The doors closed, and we plunged hundreds of floors, accelerating as we went.  At this rate, we,Äôll hit free fall, I thought.  Soon enough though, I could feel the huge disc brakes start to apply pressure, and after a few minutes, and several readjustments to the air pressure, we came to a gentle stop.  

The door slid open, and there was a figure in the doorway.  A large man, at least 6,Äô6,Äù, almost as wide as the doorway, with a bulky jacket, pockets strategically placed all over it, bulging dangerously.  He was wearing a helmet covered with a dark fabric, and a gun belt with at least thee visible kinds of projectile weapons, including an impossibly large gun.  It was a cop.

,ÄúShit,Äù I said.

,ÄúFuck,Äù he said.

,ÄúNo,Äù Erin said.

The cop,Äôs hand dropped to his waist, and I lunged forward, jabbing him in the throat with my fingers.  The cop let out an ,Äúurk,,Äù but didn,Äôt go down.  In fact, his right arm swung around, massive fist coming at me like a hammer.  I dropped to one knee, feeling the rush of air as the punch barely missed my head, and drove the heel of my hand into the side of his knee, just behind the reinforced kneepads he was wearing.  Out of nowhere the old street joke of why the cops really wore those kneepads flashed through my mind, but I was already driving my elbow into his other knee.  I threw myself backwards as the cop, foundations shattered, fell forward to the ground, his arms still reaching out to try and grab me.  I quickly got to my feet, and jumped up, grabbing onto the low-hanging water pipes jutting from the ceiling of the garage, and brought my knees to my chest.  The cop had his hands flat on the concrete floor, and was pushing himself up as I let go, and thrust my legs down as I dropped.

My feet met his neck and drove his face into the floor with a wet smack, followed by a dull cracking noise, his neck becoming slivers of bone.  The cop shuddered a bit, then finally stopped moving.  I crouched down next to him, and pulled at his jacket.  Fuck, this guy,Äôs heavy.  Erin asked in a shaky voice, ,Äúwhat are you doing?,Äù

I turned my head, and saw that she had gone several shades whiter.  ,ÄúWhat do you mean?  Do you see all the stuff he,Äôs got?,Äù

,ÄúBut,Ķ he,Äôs a cop.  And you killed him.,Äù

,ÄúBetter him than you, darling.  Now help me roll this guy.,Äù

Tentatively, she grabbed onto his jacket, and we rolled him over.  Erin winced when she saw his ruined face.  I quickly unzipped his jacket, and stripped off his gunbelt.  ,ÄúWe,Äôre lucky he didn,Äôt get a call off to whoever his backup was,,Äù I said.  ,ÄúThere,Äôs a good chance conventional radio signals won,Äôt carry, so his heart monitor won,Äôt be registering any information anyway.,Äù  I slung the cop,Äôs jacket over one shoulder and the gunbelt over the other.   ,ÄúNow let,Äôs get this car of yours, and get the fuck out of here.,Äù

[East Coast Hustle]

yeah!

[Ice-T]

Cop Killer!!

[/Ice-T]

[LMNO]

I thought you'd like that chapter...

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

When you said 6'6" and taking up the whole doorway, well, for a second I though he was that chapter

[LMNO]

No, the NSRA have a crucial part of this story, but not just yet...

[East Coast Hustle]

besides, I'm only 6'4"

and I had to slim down alot to get in bikini shape.