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Time Split II
By: TLangston Date: November 3, 2013, 1:50 am
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[center]Time Split II[/center]
[center]Introduction[/center]
I picked up the object. An alarm starting blaring and a red
light started flashing. I looked for a way out of this storage
room – there were boxes everywhere. The door I came in through
started to close slowly and I jumped through it before it
closed. I put the object in my backpack. “That must be a new
record for lack of discretion!” Kiera said sarcastically,
leaning against a wall. I tried to think of something suitably
sarcastic or sassy to say in response but nothing came to mind.
Instead, I just grabbed Kiera’s arm and pulled her along. She
and I both drew our pistols and proceeded down the staircase and
out of the small two storey hut. The complex was now a hive of
activity – searchlights sweeping the ground and guards running
and shouting. We shot a few down and tried to find the small
hole in the fence we had used to get in. “On my six!” I shouted
to Kiera. We went back to back and shot. BAM! BAM! BAM! We shot
them down. “Grenade out!” a voice shouted from a small distance
away. It landed in front of us and exploded instantly. We were
knocked back. My gun flew out of my hand. Kiera scampered behind
a barrel as I was surrounded by guards. They rose their guns and
I was looking down about 10 gun barrels. The Russians apparently
didn’t take kindly to someone breaking into their secret, secure
military compound and stealing a precious object. Someone who
looked in charge looked down at me as if I were something he had
just scraped from the bottom of his shoe. I saw a blue light
from behind me – Kiera had apparently just time jumped out of
here. I discreetly reached my upgraded time manipulator and
selected last time period. The machine starting whirring. The
person in charge started speaking Russian “Pozhar na tri” fire
on three – this did not bode well “odin, dva” a familiar blue
glow surrounded me and I felt my body lighten. I grabbed my
pistol. “TRI!!!” the Russian shouted, but I was gone. I landed
on all fours at the same time as Kiera. “Thanks for waiting!” I
said, sarcastically, dusting myself down as I did so – kneeling
on the ground had clearly not done wonders for keeping me clean.
I holstered my pistol. The boss was standing there with a
clipboard. “Well done chaps” he said, brightly, scrawling away
at his clipboard. “I assume you have the object?” he said,
looking to Kiera, then to me, and back to Kiera. I took my
backpack off and opened it. I pulled out the melon sized object,
weighing only as much as an apple, and threw it to the boss. He
dropped his clipboard and caught it and started turning it in
his hands. “You are dismissed” he said, his eyes widening,
looking at it. I walked to the lift, closely followed by Kiera.
“Are you not even at all inquisitive about what it does?” she
asked, prodding me as she did so.
“Ouch!” I moaned “I couldn’t care less, frankly, I don’t think
it was worth the hassle.”
“That did not hurt!” Kiera joked, sticking her tongue out at me.
“It did…” I said, feigning a serious injury and putting on a
face of deepest pain
“Ah, if only you worked as well as your acting” Kiera said,
grinning
“But you say my acting is terrible!”
“Exactly.” Kiera said, this had apparently been her point – to
insult me. Nothing ever changed (except the obtaining of bruises
and scars, which just went ever up) I wanted to protest but I
was too tired – Russians in the 1970s were too tiring. I got out
of the lift on the floor which held the agents rooms. I dragged
myself to my door and opened it. I threw my backpack and my
holster and pistol on to the chair next to my bed and fell face
first on to my bed and slept.
[center]Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening[/center]
I felt a sharp pain in my side “Prod, get up”, I felt the pain
again. “Prod, get up” the voice said again. My eyes, still
blurry looked at the person who was prodding me – it was Kiera,
jabbing me in the side. Kiera was already fully dressed and
looked ready to go on another mission, I however was still in
the clothes from yesterday. “Kiera, what exactly are you doing?”
I murmured, trying to roll over and back to sleep. “Waking you
up!” she replied, brightly, shaking me.
“But… but… why?” I asked, pushing her off the bed
“Because I can? That, and it is time for breakfast.”
“Hold the phone! How did you get in here? The door, it is hand
print locked!” I said, looking at my hand (to make sure that she
had somehow not removed it – she had not, both were still there
on the end of my arms). Kiera walked to the door, looked at me
and smiled. “I am resourceful – I know how to bypass the
security”
“But how?” I asked, in utter disbelief
“Pff, talent” she said, and opened the door, walked through it
and walked through it. I just sat there, shocked at what had
just happened. I got out of bed and got in the shower. After my
shower I changed in to some nice, clean clothes and started to
go downstairs towards the breakfast halls. I had decided against
using the lift in the hope that I might be more awake if I were
to walk down instead of taking the lift down. I had horrible
visions of being stuck in the glass life (on full view of
everyone, of course), sitting down, absolutely fast asleep –
Kiera would have a field day! I could not let that happen. I
accidently knocked into Andy – Andy was the oldest worker and
very hard of hearing. “Hi Andy” I said, politely, waving as I
did so
“What?” Andy half shouted, cupping his hand to his ear. His hand
wobbled as he did so, it was like watching a jelly.
“I said, Hi!” a little louder this time and in the direction of
his cupped ear.
“What?” Andy was pretty much shouting at this point.
“I SAID HELLO!” I bellowed at the top of my voice “Oh never
mind” I moaned and continued on my journey down. There were
thirty floors between the floor my room was on and the floor the
dining room was on – poor planning if you ask me! I padded in to
the dining room and collected the usual porridge-like slop that
I had grown so accustomed to. I looked around at the people
around me, everyone else seemed tired too, except Kiera – she
seemed to never tire (except when she wanted to.). “Nice to see
you this side of Christmas!” Kiera said sarcastically.
“Not long now, mind, you can’t keep using that”
“Jonny, please, it is still a good month away!”
“Yeah… well… whatever, I am too tired to argue.”
“Too tired for ligretto?” Kiera said, beaming, presenting her
glass tablet in front of my face.
“Absolutely – there is no WAY you can get me playing ligretto at
this time of day!” I knew that I would almost certainly be
proved wrong and in a few minutes time I would be playing (and
drastically losing) ligretto.
#Post#: 4587--------------------------------------------------
Re: Time Split II
By: TLangston Date: November 3, 2013, 2:54 pm
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[Not much more, I know, deal with it.]
I would be playing (and drastically losing) ligretto – It only
remained to be seen how this would be achieved.
“Well” Kiera said, in a voice that conveyed not only that she
had some master plan up her sleeve which would be absolutely
fool proof and the end result would be ligretto (whether I liked
it or not). She continued, “How about, as we have nothing to do
today (we don’t get a mission until tomorrow y’know!)”
“That I knew!” I interrupted
“Don’t interrupt!” Kiera exclaimed and continued on her previous
point. “Why do we not just misuse some privileges…”
“I am sorry, but what exactly do you mean by that?”
“Prank calls you moron!” Kiera said, an evil and maniacal smile
spreading across her face
“Wh… why?”
“Why do you ask? Is it that you want to play ligretto now?” she
smirked.
“No no no!” I said, a little too quickly “I am all for not being
tired – I don’t know why I am so tired at the moment!”
“I think you still haven’t fully recovered from your 200 odd
mile bike ride yet – the Welsh terrorists must have taken it out
of you!” Kiera said, sticking her tongue out – this had happened
over a week ago. Things moved swiftly in the Time Association
building – one day you were saving a planet, the next you were
saving someone from certain death on the planet you currently
occupied.
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