Resurrection City: Prologue - Convergence (486 hits)
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Submitted by a_little_more_time (View user info) at 2005-07-28 01:44:09 EDT
Rain came far too often to Resurrection City in Nathan's opinion. Tonight the skies had offered up a real deluge; water poured down in sheets, and the night air had a chill to it that cut through both his coat and the piss-poor heater in his cruiser. He coughed, reached into his pocket and retrieved a crumpled pack of Red Apples. Fucking maintenance department was filled with nothing but a bunch of slags that knew fuck all about engines. Not that his precinct had the budget to refurbish twenty vehicles, anyway. He blew into his hands and fired up a cigarette, rolling the window down to let the smoke out.
This waiting game was a bullshit assignment and the chief knew it. He'd been reprimanded for his conduct during the resolution of his last case, but the committee had more unofficial ways of punishing "breaches of protocol" than legitimate ones. He took a long drag and held it, then let it out once his lungs started to burn. Like it'd been his problem that those seven Shining Blade shitbricks had pulled fucking Reapers on him. He'd asked at the inquest what the committee members would've done in that situation instead of tossing a few griswolds into the room and letting the heavens sort 'em out. That hadn't really achieved the effect he'd hoped for.
So he'd gotten slapped with another Improper Use of Force and Ordinance citation and stuck with staking out a popular club, looking for possible deals going down. To be honest, he wasn't really paying much attention; he could give a fuck if some rich daddy's girl got hooked up with something that would fry her brain from the inside out. Good riddance; if it didn't happen tonight, it would eventually. Dealers, as far as he was concerned, were the farthest thing from his problem, anyway. He ashed his smoke. It wasn't as though he hadn't been here before; all he needed to do was keep his head down, make a few busts, and he'd be back doing his real job in no time.
A voice squawked from the radio in the dash. "Central calling Unit 394."
Nathan reached forward and held down the transmit button. "394 here."
"Backup requested at the apartment complex at the corner of 10th and Crenshaw. Code sixteen sixty-seven in progress."
He smirked. That was quick. "Understood. En route." He popped the cruiser into drive and floored it, laying down hot rubber upon the drenched asphalt before squealing away.
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The cloaked figure paused silently at the crosswalk, waiting with quiet patience for traffic to clear. He looked up to see his goal: a large apartment building, soaring high above the squat all-nite stores and neon adorned porno shops. True to his tried and true practices, he had walked the structure inside and out a week ago, and knew any and all possible escape routes. He'd memorized the apartment number and burned the picture of his target into his mind. Everything was ready.
The walk sign flashed, and he stepped evenly off the curb. His loping stride carried him across the street in seven paces. When he reached the other side, he turned on his heel and made his way down the east side of the building. He tipped his wide-brimmed hat to a whore leaning up against the wall, and then paused near a side entrance, allowing any eyes watching him to turn away in disinterest before slipping inside.
When the door closed behind him, he took a calming breath, then drew his five-foot long blade and started up the stairs. It was time.
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He watched, crouching on the roof of the adjacent storefront as the cloaked man snuck inside. The rain had soaked his ebony hair, which hung down over his eyes. The wind was picking up, causing the black and green shawl that concealed his face to luff behind him. His eyes narrowed. His master had told him nothing of possible interference.
A commanding voice sounded in his head. "Be not concerned of his presence. He is here for the same thing you are, but his antiquated beliefs and dulled skills hold no candle to you. Remain steadfast and remember your purpose."
His eyes narrowed as he answered without moving his lips. "Yes, my master."
"You are to infiltrate and subdue the target, then deliver her to me."
"Yes, master."
"You are more than capable of this. I have nothing but the highest expectations of you. Do not fail me."
"Yes, master."
The voice was silent, then spoke once more. "Go, then, my Right Hand."
He did not answer. He leapt into the air, soaring silently across the street, twisting gracefully and landing with nary a sound on a fire escape on the side of the apartment complex. He touched the tightly-locked window nearest him and the bolt on the other side slid to the right with a muffled click. He lifted it open, crawled inside, then closed his impromptu entrance behind him. Remaining in the shadowed portion of the dimly lit hallway, he started forward, his footfalls utterly inaudible.
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The three shall meet...That is when it begins.
[To be continued...?]
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Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2005-07-29 05:58:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-07-28 09:13:49 EDT (#)
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Awesome.
Keep going with this...it's good stuff.
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-28 02:11:17 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-28 02:04:43 (#)
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WHAT IS THIS A TARANTINO FLICK WITH YOUR RED APPLES?
BUSTER AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED THE ONLY RED APPLE I KNOW IS A KICKASS BBQ JOINT.
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OMG YOU CAUGHT A REFERENCE
A PRIZE = YOU GET
There's another reference (a musical one) in this post, also. The person who nails that one gets the panda Nath gave me.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-28 02:04:43 EDT (#)
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WHAT IS THIS A TARANTINO FLICK WITH YOUR RED APPLES?
BUSTER AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED THE ONLY RED APPLE I KNOW IS A KICKASS BBQ JOINT.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-28 02:03:36 EDT (#)
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I refuse to read any of these.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-07-28 01:55:43 EDT (#)
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yes, please continue
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-07-28 01:50:04 EDT (#)
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indeed