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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jan 20, 2012 16:13:19 GMT -5
*The walls are white, the carpet grey, the lights fluorescent. Everything's spotless and neat. All very regular and utilitarian and upper-management-approved. It's Vico-approved as well, though no one's thought to ask me. The simpler the world is, the more empty it is. And the more empty it is, the more room there is for thinking and living and me. Speaking of which, I have a free schedule until my new unit gets back, and my chat with Sandra has me wondering about that security breach. Maybe I'll go get the woman some information while I wander.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jan 20, 2012 20:44:08 GMT -5
You're a what?
A consultant. Can I come in?
What do you mean, a consultant? What do you consult?
Look, I really don't have time to go into the details, sir. It's a standard position over in New York, I'm surprised you haven't heard of it. But this is urgent. A matter of life or death, really.
Life or death? Are you trying to be funny?
I would never! *I manage to sound sufficiently insulted, and am rewarded by the man's slightly chagrined expression* I'll be in but a moment, I swear.
All right... but I'm watching what you do. Don't try anything.
Much obliged. *I step around him into the security control room, muttering something about paranoid west-coasters, and sit down in one of the padded chairs. I spin to face the rows of monitors, clicking through various records until I get blocked. The guard reaches over my shoulder to enter the pass code when I snap my fingers impatiently, and pretty soon I find what I want* Security room 5, Harlen, 5:32 pm...
*I copy all the information into another window and send it off to Sandra's account. Then an alert pops up at the bottom of the screen, and I quickly bring it up, ignoring the guard's protests* Aid requested to Zone 4, Crow unit 8? What do you know, that's my team. Maybe I'll go say hello.
*I stand up, grabbing the guard's hand and shaking it before sliding around him again and out the door* You should be proud, citizen! You've served your country and your president well. America thanks you!
*Turning the corner, I head for the elevators. I hope I catch the aid vans in time... I'm just dying to meet this Wilson fellow.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jan 20, 2012 22:41:05 GMT -5
*I'm in luck - the convoy is just starting to pull out of the underground parking when the elevator opens, and I'm welcomed aboard the last van. Or at least, if not welcomed, they let me climb in after I flash them my ID badge and convince them that the unit's leaders requested that I join them immediately. Besides, the Zones are dangerous. Another drac is always handy, and I'm close enough to a drac to count. I chat with one of the medics as we cross the Zones - Sam, he says his name is. He's sweet. After some time, a cluster of buildings comes into view ahead and I check the battery of my gun, flashing Sam a grin* Don't worry, I'll protect you.
(Transferring to "More Equal than Some" pg 5)
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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