Friday, April 28, 2006
I still can't find the darkness in me to continue writting bout linae at the moment. So I'll leave her behind till I do. I'll leave my call waiting on. Just in case Darkness calls. In the meantime, on with my fantasy world!
=================VI. April 28, 2006 ===================================
In the park…
Jose strolled through this certain park many times before. So he went straight to the meeting place in the park on the bench across the hotdog stand.
As foretold, there was a dude there. Just…a dude. He was holding a standard briefcase which meant that there was some thingy inside it. Obviously, he was an agent. But then let’s all pretend that we don’t know that men with briefcases who sit in park benches across a hotdog stand are agents and are surprised at the predicament that has formed before us.
“Jose?”
“You the guy with the info?”
“Yup. Take a seat and let’s talk.”
“Right. Now what can you tell me bout the victim?”
The dude handed over the briefcase.
“He’s 31, male, Filipino citizen and he’s been an agent for 9 years.”
“What’s his position?”
“He’s a senior agent who currently leads a field assignment.”
“And what’s this assignment?”
“Classified. You don’t need to know.”
“Classified? He’s been in the Net for 9 years, a senior agent, and leading a field assignment. Obviously, he’s protecting something. So what’s he protecting?”
“It’s classified sir, nothing more can I say.”
“I’ll give you classified after I shove this briefcase up your ass.”
“But sir! I honestly don’t know myself!”
“Fine…you get to live. Now tell me where he lives?”
“Just across the place where he was guarding.”
“Aha! So he WAS protecting something. Now what is it that you’re hiding from me?”
“It’s only rumors! Nothing more! But if it’ll help, I heard it had something to do with tracking sensors or something.”
“Right. How was the victim killed?”
“He was ‘accidentally’ given a certain bacteria.”
“Damn. Who gave it?”
“A waiter. We tried to track him down, but apparently, the group that protects him is more powerful than we can say.”
“Any eye witnesses?”
“Other than a few who just saw him fall from his seat and choke and die, none.”
“Good. Give me a few days, and I’ll have the answer.”
“Wow! Are you really that good an agent?”
“No, but obviously the author will have figured it out.”
“Ok. And I forgot! Half the money is in it. the second half will be given when you complete the mission.”
“MONEY!!!”
“Yes. And also, if you can complete your mission without alerting the media, I’ve been informed that I am entitled to throw in a few extra grand.”
“yeY!” ¶ 3:56 AM
=================VI. April 28, 2006 ===================================
In the park…
Jose strolled through this certain park many times before. So he went straight to the meeting place in the park on the bench across the hotdog stand.
As foretold, there was a dude there. Just…a dude. He was holding a standard briefcase which meant that there was some thingy inside it. Obviously, he was an agent. But then let’s all pretend that we don’t know that men with briefcases who sit in park benches across a hotdog stand are agents and are surprised at the predicament that has formed before us.
“Jose?”
“You the guy with the info?”
“Yup. Take a seat and let’s talk.”
“Right. Now what can you tell me bout the victim?”
The dude handed over the briefcase.
“He’s 31, male, Filipino citizen and he’s been an agent for 9 years.”
“What’s his position?”
“He’s a senior agent who currently leads a field assignment.”
“And what’s this assignment?”
“Classified. You don’t need to know.”
“Classified? He’s been in the Net for 9 years, a senior agent, and leading a field assignment. Obviously, he’s protecting something. So what’s he protecting?”
“It’s classified sir, nothing more can I say.”
“I’ll give you classified after I shove this briefcase up your ass.”
“But sir! I honestly don’t know myself!”
“Fine…you get to live. Now tell me where he lives?”
“Just across the place where he was guarding.”
“Aha! So he WAS protecting something. Now what is it that you’re hiding from me?”
“It’s only rumors! Nothing more! But if it’ll help, I heard it had something to do with tracking sensors or something.”
“Right. How was the victim killed?”
“He was ‘accidentally’ given a certain bacteria.”
“Damn. Who gave it?”
“A waiter. We tried to track him down, but apparently, the group that protects him is more powerful than we can say.”
“Any eye witnesses?”
“Other than a few who just saw him fall from his seat and choke and die, none.”
“Good. Give me a few days, and I’ll have the answer.”
“Wow! Are you really that good an agent?”
“No, but obviously the author will have figured it out.”
“Ok. And I forgot! Half the money is in it. the second half will be given when you complete the mission.”
“MONEY!!!”
“Yes. And also, if you can complete your mission without alerting the media, I’ve been informed that I am entitled to throw in a few extra grand.”
“yeY!” ¶ 3:56 AM
