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"Well" said Paul "We did it, we made it." Bill was silent, looking at the horizon.

I guess I need to back up a bit. My name is William Smith. I am nothing more than a level C scientist stationed at the Black Mesa Research Facility, New Mexico, USA. Strange place New Mexico is, multiple bomb testing, secrets weapon projects, and places like the BMRF.

My good friend's, and co-worker, name is Paul Duran. He works as the security guard and operates on the Blue Shift.

Today was the scheduled experiment of this strange object in Anomalous Materials lab. So I was expecting not to get much work done. They always push their machines. They practically put the whole facility into a blackout.

Anyways, the day was normal. I woke up at seven thirty AM to get ready for work. Unfortunately I missed the tram and had to wait for the next one, which comes around 25 minutes later. Paul was waiting for me at the track. His uniform looked like it was put on in a rush, and his hair was messy. "You woke up late?" I said. Paul laughed and said "Yen. I need a new alarm clock. Hey, you still on for poker Saturday, right?" "Like taking candy from a baby." I said in a confident yet uncaring attitude. Paul took the same tram as I so we were always having a laugh at other sectors of the lab. Usually telling how-many-lab-workers-does-it-take-to-replace-a-light-bulb jokes.

When the tram arrived we got on and got going. As with every day Paul climbed onto the seats and disconnected the speakers so we don't have to listen to the recording babble on. "She sounds hot." Paul would say for a laugh.

When we finally got to our respective positions I went to my office. The offices were practically the same at every part of the complex. White walls with checkered tile floor were always the design. When I got to my office with one of my co-workers already typing busily. He took a glance at the door to see who entered then went back to typing. I had to do more work on this teleportation experiment we did a few days back. I didn't really believe in it, warping time and space is not something that you can do. I saw Paul walk down the hall with a donut in his hand. He gave me a face that you would use to say "Ha ha ha! Look what I got!" I proceeded to give him the finger with a grin. Then my co-worker, whose name was Dale Lumberg, said "Have you any idea how much trouble you would get in if one of the administrators was watching?"


I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair waiting for the computer to start up. "You think those people at AM will black out the place again?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. "I heard they are going for 105% power. So yeh, I do think something is going to happen. I would hate to be the guy in the barrel today. Wasn't his name Gordon Freeman?" Dale said. It came to my mind that instant that there was a new comer from University of Innsbruck. He was Employee of the Month. Of course every new member of the crew is employee of the month. "Yeh, that's him. Hey, do you have a weird feeling that something terrible is about to happen?" Dale just kept typing away, he responded with his usually "Yehhh, that's greaat."


Paul came into the door and I looked up at him. "Experiment is going to happen in 2 minutes, get ready." Paul quickly said. I shut down my computer right there. All I was doing was playing Mine Sweeper.
"Shouldn't you save and shut down? You’re gonna lose all that work." I said to Dale. "What work? You think I was working? Ha! I was playing awesome new game made by LEVEr. It is called 'No-Life.' It is a first person shooter with awesome graphics." Dale retorted. "Well, save it, you remember what happened to Max?" "Yes, something about face and computer screen. Oh! You think you little bitches can kill me do ya!" Dale was obviously too engrossed with the game to bother with what was happening around him.

I gave up on the warnings, besides only Max was victim of the computer screen. One time while in an experiment a few years back the computer monitor exploded and shards of it cut him up real bad. He went blind in both eyes. He was lucky to survive. He was playing some game called "Body Shock 2."

The lights flickered as if they were being energy starved. "Turn it off now!" I yelled at Dale. "Shut the fu-" Even before he got through his retort his screen exploded and he went to cries of pain. "My eyes! Ahhh! Oh god!" Dale got up and quickly went out the door and down the hall before I could even get up out of my seat. Next was something unexpected. A shock wave so powerful I felt it lift me up off my chair and threw me half way across the room. I hit my head hard on Dale's desk and I blacked out. I woke up dazed and barely awake on the floor. I looked out the cracked office windows to see a brown like figure with a green collar run past the windows. I blacked out again.

To Be Continued...

Feel free to add comments or even your own story.

EDIT: Parts lost in spell check added.
 
Sulkdodds, why is it so wrong to post Half-Life related fan fiction on a HL related website? I fail to see your logic.
 
I don't mind fanfiction, so long as it isn't ship/slash with unrealistic pointless relationships that plague almost every other type of fanfiction out there, it spoils things and many have no place outside of top shelf magazines or paysites.

I think it could be good to have a section on this site for fanfiction, it'll be easier for people to find and not mixed in with general chat where they would be hard to find (could even have some list on the main page linking back to them?), maybe give the authors of those threads in that section the ability to lock the threads themselves, to keep things clean and tidy. I think the slash & shippy stuff should not be allowed.

A guy im working for at the moment hates it aswell. Recently said this about it in an interview (references blanked out)

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******** statement that he is against slash will probably anger many fans and delight many others. This is what he said:
"I think slash is distasteful. The actors that are represented do not appreciate it. And some produce this stuff on the web. I think it is bad taste. It has no reflection or bearing on what the show is and it is not a tribute to ******** legacy. I think it is an abomination. I think what is an abomination is the pornography. I have no problem with fan fiction, but I do have a problem with pornography."

Asked what he planned to do, he said: "They will find out how I am going to clamp down on it. The moment you start doing something of an extremely dubious nature of the pornographic variety or for a commercial benefit without acquiring the rights, I and my partners will take a dim view of that."

He acknowledged that slash would always go on. "If it is conducted in the privacy of your own homes, then we can't stop that. But when it is on the web, it is inappropriate. I will try to minimise it further than it already is. I won't have that representation of ******** characters given official sanction. Kids like ******** and I think it is inappropriate that they should come across that material under the guise of a celebration of ******** . There are no gate keepers for some of this stuff, and that concerns me."
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eh? whats slash and ship? deos that mean you dont like it when pople post fanfiction in a forum? i still like it, when will it be finished? i've written storys but not usally fanfiction because i like to have my own plot.
 
Originally posted by king John I
eh? whats slash and ship? deos that mean you dont like it when pople post fanfiction in a forum? i still like it, when will it be finished? i've written storys but not usally fanfiction because i like to have my own plot.

ship and slash is when someone writes an unrealistic story about some relationship (ship) between two or more characters, very often its between two of the same sex when the characters themselves are clearly nothing like that. Slash is basically the same only more pornographic. Point is there's no place for either, they rarely rarely have anything useful to add to the story, just an excuse for the writer to giggle at what they wrote.. like pairing up gman and Gordon, or Gina and Kliener, or Gina and Alyx.. Just no point in it. Its the amount of cr*p like that which puts many off fanfiction completely. Course if you ask the fanfiction community where you can find stories that do not contain the above, they will flame you and call you homophobic and other sh*t like that. It's given it a bad name and the few decent fanfiction stories hardly ever get noticed because for some weird reason the ship/slash is more popular... I suppose its just coincidence that a lot of those who write them kind of stories are female, late 40's. :rolleyes: ;)

So no, I don't have a problem with fanfiction when its done properly and is an accurate representation of the characters, locations and events. Some of those can be really good to read.

I do however have a problem with ship/slash and don't think there's any place for it in mainstream. Not to mention its often really badly written. It just lowers the quality of properly written fanfiction.. Oh and you never saw a ship/slash fanfiction writer get hired on Star Trek. But the proper writers who avoided that rubbish often did get plucked out of obscurity.
 
oh, i get it but what if it was a whole novel and gordan and alynx developed a bond as they did other stuff, like the actually story ;), it might be good.

I guess what you mean is when people just write pornographic storys between game characters with no actuall reason and plot, yeah i guess that could be annoying.
 
You should read some of the crap the Halo community comes out with, about 10-20 stories a day. Most of them are along the lines of

"MC had no way out but he had 1 trillion frag grenades and a fuel rod cannon he stole off a hunter. He looked down a long corridor and saw 800 million grunts, 40,000 elites, 29 billion Wraiths and 280,000 ghosts. Cortana said to MC "what are we going to do?" MC said "I shall kill them all!" So MC did, but in really cool matrix special effects with all the kills in slow motion. When he had finished, he jumped in one of the 423,324,113,213,455 warthogs that were hidden behind a mushroom and drove off, running over another 600,000,000 million grunts. MC looked at himself in a puddle of water "i rule"."
 
Originally posted by king John I
oh, i get it but what if it was a whole novel and gordan and alynx developed a bond as they did other stuff, like the actually story ;), it might be good.

I guess what you mean is when people just write pornographic storys between game characters with no actuall reason and plot, yeah i guess that could be annoying.

If someone did it properly, some relationship between Gordon and Alyx, with a reason behind it, make it believable so like it could happen, then its a whole other story yeah.

But they wont/dont, they'll stick them together for the sake of it, no reason for it or anything, and the really sad thing is some of these people claim to be professional writers, yet what they write looks like it was done by a dislexic camel in grade school.

You should read some of the fanfiction out there and you'll see why I've such a problem with it, most of it is basically just really bad w*nk stories :) The Stargate stuff is some of the worst and has nothing related to the series other than the names used and locations, you could change them to anything and it wouldn't make a difference. The actual well written fanfiction is very hard to find. But there are some out there if your prepared to search for weeks


gordan and alynx developed a bond as they did other stuff, like the actually story ;),

I hope thats not a spoiler found from the stolen files John :)
 
well, Fenric. You might be dissapointed, or not. I don't really know at all. And I really doupt then will have... umm... yeh, I don't even want to think about it.

I can't promis anything either. Kinda a newbie to the fan fiction scene. Except for these other half-life fan fictions I wrote at school that I lost intrest in a quarter way though. I am not going to include any curent characters from the game becuase they have limits, everyone knows they won't do certain things. Start out with a fresh slate sounds like a good idea to me. Maybe not?
 
its a cliffhanger relashionship(sp), i wont tell you why. (or how, or where)
 
Originally posted by king John I
its a cliffhanger relashionship(sp), i wont tell you why. (or how, or where)

If you are posting information from the stolen version of the game then stop it now. Some of us want to enjoy the game and not know what to expect the first time we played it - just like you did. Don't be selfish.
 
I dont mind this being here, I just think it would make a valuable contribution to fanfiction.net. Alright, I'm an idiot and I'll read it.
 
Next part won't be up till next weekend. I have a very busy week starting Monday, but maybe you will get lucky (or unlucky if you hate the story).

Also, King John, that guy in your avatar looks so damn familiar. Mind to tell where it is from?
 
Part 2

I was blacked out after the shock wave from the experiment. Though I don't know for sure if it was the experiment but it had to be something associated with it. It seems logical that the shockwave was caused by the experiment. Oh but that wasn't it, no, it went from bad to worse.

"Bill, come on, wake up. We need to get out of here." Paul apparently survived the shockwave. I guess I was lucky too; lucky my heart valves didn't go haywire. I tried to speak but the only thin that came out was a groan. I couldn't think at all. My head felt like it spent three day in a vice. The rest of my body felt like I was a victim of a mod attack, and they were all carrying baseball bats. "Thank God! Come on, we need to get out of here!" Paul once again said.

I opened my eyes finally to see Paul getting up off his knees and grabbing my left arm and pulling my sore body up. The florescent lights were flickering, some were hanging down, and blood was splattered over the now shattered office window. "What the Sam-****ing-Cletus is going on?" I said with a grimace on my face. The pain was almost unbearable. I felt like going unconscious. "I don't know, but someone or something really ****ed up." Paul walked to the door to the office and turned the doorknob.

One Paul turned the doorknob the door flew open with great force. A body slammed to the floor. "Holy shit!" Paul said while un-holstering his gun, stumbling back from the force. It was a security guard, only it wasn't. It was wearing a security guard's uniform, but it was decaying, smelt real bad, the bones were showing and was growing green blobs on his forearm and back, and the most gruesome feature was a yellowish thing replacing the head with the imprint of a skull showing through. "What on the face of the ****ing Earth is that?" Paul asked. I wasn't completely to my senses yet so I didn't respond. The creature started to get up. "It's moving, shit! What the Hell! **** this!" Paul yelled. He aimed his Glock at the yellowish creature and fired three rounds into it. The "thing" went limp and fell back down to the ground.

"Bill, do you have any idea what that was?" Paul asked. "No, I don't." I said. "Well we have to get out of here for sure now. Who knows what the hell is running around here now." "Don't you think we should look for survivors?" "Hell no! Let them get out themselves, we got our own asses to worry about." I didn't really like Paul's answer to the question, but he was right, who knew what the Hell was running around further into the facility, and why would it be smart to go looking for it. Paul ransacked the thing. He found a handgun and a couple clips. "Here, You will be needing this for sure." Paul said while handing me the Glock and clips. He also took off the holster and belt off the thing and gave it to me to put on. I walked towards the blood stained window, as I was getting close to the window, the crunching of glass was heard under my feet. Aside from a distant alarm it was the only sound in the area. I looked outside and finally understood why Paul was so eager to go. Bodies, blood, limbs, gore, you name it, and it was there. They were all most certainly dead, but how, and what did it to them was a mystery. Well, it wasn't much of a mystery since the encounter of the, now dead, thing. There were probably more of them.

I was staring at the mess until I spotted something moving in the crowd, it looked like the same yellowish thing that was on the zombie thing. In the instant that I spotted the thing it jumped at me. I ducked to the side of the window and looked at it come though the shattered window at my head level. It skidded across the floor in the office when it missed and slowly started to turn slowly with four tiny legs. I pulled out my handgun and shot it two times. The thing flipped over and went limp.

"Nice shot" Paul said, putting away his gun. I was still pointing my gun at the thing, just waiting for it to twitch, to give me a reason to shoot it more. I put my gun back in the holster. "I think we have a reason for the zombie like thing there. I wouldn't let these things near my head if I were you." I said, still looking at the yellowish thing. I went through my desk to look for a bag or briefcase or something but to no avail. I then went tough Dale's desk and found his briefcase. I also found a crowbar at the side of his desk. He always said he had it there for emergencies. Well this was obviously an emergency and took it. Then I saw it, a telephone. How stupid I was. I picked up the phone and started to dial franticly. "You don't think I already tried that? The phones are dead." Paul said grimly. I put down the phone and walked away. "Gather their security cards, were gonna need them. We need to find Lumberg also, he has one of the top access cards." "Shit" said Paul "Lumberg is dead, I know that, but he is all the way at the locker aid station, but the way is blocked." "Well, we have to find a way around, anyways the armory is over there too. We could use the weapons and ammo. Knowing things like these are roaming about." "The extra weapons are tempting, lets do it."

So it was decided, we were heading back to the lockers and retrieve Dale's security card. Then stock up on some weapons to get our asses out alive.
 
And now, here's mine. It's just a random stroy, purely for fun. But if you like it, I may post more.... warning, explicit lyrics...I mean dialouge. Please forgive the occasional mistake, and it also loses a lot in post format.

Ellis watched as the osprey swept through the canyons surrounding Black Mesa. He checked his gun for the fifth time that afternoon-it was still loaded, just like it was five minutes ago. He was nervous. Usually he was as gung-ho as any other soldier, but just today he had a bad feeling about the mission. After all, it was no ordinary mission.
“Alright, men. We’re coming up on the facility now. One circuit of the tower then we drop. I want you all down within thirty seconds,” said the lieutenant over the intercom. Soon they would be rappelling from the chopper and into the hell that was Black Mesa, and if the radio reports were anything to go by, it was going to be rough. His mission was different from that of his squad-mates. The others were being brought in to reinforce Tower team, but his task was to find a man named Adrian Shepherd. Shepherd was a soldier, a corporal, who went down with his chopper on the far east side of the complex. He had made his last radio report an hour ago, and judging by the evidence Shepherd was the only one who knew a way to stop this whole incident.
His train of thought was interrupted as the flanking apache on his right took a hit and exploded, the carcass spinning into the cliff side. He glimpsed one of the alien ships-a huge manta ray thing-banking away, and the marines started firing.
Ahead of them the radar tower loomed out of the dust clouds. Already he could see men running around its base and the surrounding buildings, fighting the aliens. As the osprey shot over and started to circle, he saw some monster crash through a wall, right at a squad hunkered down behind a burnt hummer. He aimed and fired at the thing, bullets thudding into it. It took his whole clip before it finally keeled over.
“Drop!” screamed the lieutenant, and the osprey came to a halt over the rubble-strewn square. The marines dropped their fast ropes and rappelled to the ground in twos. A stray rocket flew forth from the dust cloud thrown up by the rotors. Bullets and strange alien projectiles ricocheted everywhere. Now it was Ellis’ turn. He grabbed the rope and rappelled down into the courtyard. Halfway down, his belt snagged. He was stuck.
“Ellis, get down that rope now!”
Suddenly the osprey banked hard, listing sideways and spinning in the air. Ellis struggled to get down as it pinwheeled, one of the engines in flames, and started to head towards the radar tower. He watched as the concrete wall came up to meet him. In a last effort, he fired his grenade launcher one-handed, and it blew a gaping hole in the wall. He landed in the rubble, inside the tower, and looked up as the osprey smashed into the wall above him. Panicking, he leapt. It exploded, blowing out the centre section of the tower, and debris began to tumble down.
The top half of the tower caught fire and started to fall to the round, very slowly. Ellis landed hard, rolled, and leapt to his feet, pure adrenaline propelling him. A creature leapt at him from a pile of earth and he swung his weapon, firing left and right as he ran. A shadow fell on him ant at the last moment he reached a building, threw open the door and dived out the far window as the tower hit the ground. A sound beyond sound, not so much heard as felt, seemed to go on forever, a gigantic rumbling. And then it stopped.
The ringing in his ears slowly faded, only to be replaced with the crackle and thud of munitions. He pulled out his radio and shouted “Anybody alive? Tower Team, do you read?”
The radio crackled and then there was screaming.
Ellis raced back into a darkened alleyway, only to find his way blocked by several aliens. They were small, doglike, and headless. They started to scream. He barged his way past them, knocking them over, and ran through the choking clouds. Pieces of rubble fell past his ears. He turned a corner into a small space, and stopped face to face with two more marines. They jumped.
“Jesus!” said one. “You scared the shit outa us, man.”
Ellis slumped against a wall. “You seen the rest of my squad?”
The second marines hook his head and picked up a SAW.
“We’ve got top get out there,” said Ellis.
The first marine started jittering. “I ain’t going out there, man!”
Ellis pointed to the rank on his shirt. “That’s an order! We are going out there!”
Both marines nodded.
They ran through the maze of back alleys. There was a T-junction up ahead. They turned right, strait into a crowd of red-eyed aliens. For a moment, both parties froze. Then the aliens crackled with green lighting and the three marines ran backwards firing madly and whipped around he corner. The kept running, firing as they went, and turned left at a crossroads. They were faced with two armoured monsters, and immediately heard someone shout “Duck!”
Ellis dived sideways down another alley and a moment later a rocket screamed past and incinerated the aliens. He stumbled up a flight of stairs, ducked as another rocket hit the wall behind him and ran onto a metal walkway. Something hit it from below and one end of it fell to the ground. Ellis slid down it and hit the ground, rolling as a foot came down next to him. A tentacled creature stood above him. He jammed his rifle into it’s…mouth, and pulled the trigger. It bucked back against the opposite wall and he crawled away, staggering to his feet. He looked over his shoulder as he ran and bumped into something soft. He panicked.
“Hey! It’s me!” said the marine. It was the tall guy with the machine gun he had met before.
“What happened to the other guy?” said Ellis.
“Thompson bought it,” replied the marine, gritting his teeth.
A growl behind them startled him, and he turned to see a mass of aliens rushing down the passage towards him. The tall marine grabbed him and dived through a door.
They got to their feet at picked their way through the shattered building. The far wall was blown out, and through it they could see what remained of the courtyard.
The fallen tower lay destroyed in the middle of it all, rubble strewn everywhere. A squad of marines was sheltering inside the broken hulk, retreating further and further as they were overrun by aliens. All around the wide space groups of soldiers were fighting a desperate battle with the alien forces-and losing.
“Come on,” shouted Ellis and the two raced towards the fallen tower. They charged, spitting bullets and rifle grenades, at the besieging aliens. Within seconds, they broke through and scrambled up the wreckage into the blasted shell where the other marines were holding out. Looking up, Ellis could see that it was possible to walk right along the length of the tower, sloping up to where it presumably met the base of it.
A well-built man came to greet them. “Thanks. Names?”
“Sergeant Ellis. I was with tower team,” Ellis replied. He realised he still didn’t know the tall marine’s name. He turned and watched as the guy pulled off his gas mask, revealing his face. He was black and stubble, and almost bald with weathered, chiselled features.
“Corporal Blake, Epsilon team.” He said.
“Right,” said the other man. “I’m Brigson, Patrol team. Welcome to our little hovel, gentlemen.”
He led Blake and Ellis up through the rubble. They passed a marine lying on the ground, screaming in pain, being treated by two medics. They passed an engineer welding a sentry gun into place. They passed soldiers guarding the passage, sitting idle or running down to the entrance. Muffled gunshots sounded from all around.
“So what brings you here, boys?” said Brigson. “Any way I can help?”
“I’m on a special mission,” said Ellis. “You heard of a guy named Shepherd?”
Brigson thought for a moment. “Can’t say I have. You’re looking for him?”
They emerged into the base of the tower. It was an enclosed space, though every now and then an explosion would rock the room and plaster would rain from the ceiling. There were beds holding injured marines and crates of equipment everywhere, piled amongst the rubble.
“Christ. You’ve got a goddammed base camp here,” muttered Blake.
In the centre of the room several marines sat around a radio. It coughed and spluttered, screeching with static. Then a message began to come through.
“This is Theta team, the blast doors are compromised. We are blowing the complex and bugging out. I repeat, we are blowing Theta complex and bugging out. All troops in the vicinity get out now.”
 
heh, there both good, and mitoboy, it was from a background...

any guesses yet?
 
Ju read them and they are good...here is something i just wrote after reading what you guys did. Completely original and everything.


"Well" Said Paul as he watched the canyons fly by while riding in the os...


Seriously here it is and i wrote it before reading anything here, the name of the thread just inspired me to do it.
The Adventures of Jim Vanderplow

"Hello Mr Vanderplow." Said Miss Fields, James' new French Maid.
"Hello Miss Fields" Replied James
"I just came up to inform you that Dinner will be served shortly."
"Oh, thank you il be along in a minute...Oh actually there is one thing Miss Fields."
"Yes Mr Vanderplow?"
"Come, sit on the bed."
"Yes Mr Vandlerplow"
"I need a little...Refreshment before we eat."
"I'd be glad to indulge you Mr Vanderplow."
"Please...call me James."
"Yes...James."
"How about we slip into something more comfotable?"
"Why cerainly...How about i just Ram this spammer up your ass"
"What?"
"Wake up you bum, breaks over. We got a faultly connection in Sector 7, junction 3 down in the plant, control says
its top priorty." Said Davis

Jim Vanderplow awoke to the sight of John Davis, not it has to be said, the most unpleasent looking
person...until that is of course, you factor in the Black Mesa Research Facilty maintanance job. A man
might spend days crawling around cramped, vent-like tubes designed to allow 'easy' access to critical
circutry and equipment, living off nothing but twinkies.


"Everything is a "Top Priorty" to them."
"Yeah well this time they sounded serious."
"Well, best get ready then...Hey wheres my stuff?
"We moved it after you tried to...get aquanted with your spanner wrench when you were alseep. Its over by
the coffee machine"

As he looked around the room, Jim could see he gear between the coffee machine and the candy machine.
Over in the opposite corner was Jack Warner, a peculiar person who rarely spoke. At the table adjacent to
Jim was Harrison Smithe , Someone who was good at what he did and knew it...not only knew it but practically
broadcast it. The rest of the room was filled with the plain grey tables, sat on the black and white tiled floor set
against the vibrant blue of the cafeteria (They were part way through redecorating).


"Hey...Wheres my crowbar?" said Jim staring at Davis.
"Dont look at me. Maybe you left it over in Anomalous Materials when we were fixing that junction"
"Damn...that was my lucky crowbar. I remember the day i requisitioned it. I was walking along when i dropped it on my foot"
"Uh....sorry this was your lucky crowbar?"
"Thats not the lucky part, i met this great Nurse at the hostpital. Miss Fields she was called."
"Well thats great, but we really should get over to junction 3."
"Oh alright"

After about 10 minutes of walking the two reached the elevator that would take them down the 150 floors to the Power Production
and Recycling plant
. Know to the workers as only the plant


"How come we are always fixing junctions?" said Jim
"I dunno..what else is there to fix?"
"Well, for one thing, theres all this stuff everywhere. Like the big pumping machinery."
"What would we need to fix that for?"
"Well, if it broke then that might be a good reason."
"But, they never break, they just do there job."
"Thats another thing...What purpose do they fulfil? I mean honestly sometimes i wonder if this facility actually does anything."
"Well to be honest, i dont care much for all this science stuff. Give me a junction any day of the week."
"Yes... W-"

The doors of the elevator opened to reveal two scientists in the middle of a discusion

"...ut a large strain on resources?"
"Yes, thats why they are sending down some technicians to modify the power grid. Modifications on the Power plant
have almost been completed"
"Well, i certainly hope yo...they know what they're doing"
"I concur"

the doors opened again and the scientist left

"Man scientists are weird"
"You're telling me...the other day i say two of them having a conversation and when they stopped, the just sat there staring at each other"
"Yeah. Looks like this is our stop"

both the men left the lift and headed down the corridor taking the same path as the painted red line on the wall with the words Sector 7 written
every 20 metres or so.


"Junction 3...Anyway what it does?" Inquried Jim
"I think its mostly leading power to the defense system. Why?"
"Just curious, i mean they said it was Top Priority....just wondered why."
"Oh, well they have their reaso-"

Before Davis could finish, the two were thrown plumeted into complete darkness

"Ah! Ive gone blind!" sueeked Johnson
"No you ha...Hey where did you come from?" Asked Davis
"Oh ive been behind you the whole time. This is just an apporpriate moment to insert me into the picture as its apparent that 2 people isnt enough"
"Huh? What picture" Said Jim
"It doesnt matter, we need to know whats going on" said Davis, who had reached out his torch and was looking around to see if he could find cause
for the powerloss.
"I seem to remember passing a mantainance station just after getting off the elevator" said Jim
"Of course, they run on a seperate power grid to everything else so we should be able to find out what went wrong" said Johnson
"Uhm...we know that, we are part of the maintenance staff, remember?" Said Jim
"Well, somtimes it helps to explain these things"
"Ok then...

The trio came to the station and after some searching found out that there had been a massive power draing and subsequent overload on the grid,
causing most of the lights in the sector to blow out"


"Well, it says here that the elevator is still working. However, the system seems to have been confused and gone into fire mode. Meaning that all the fire
doors are now sealed" said Davis
"Looks like we will have to make our way thourhg a series of vents, followed by a trip on the transit sytem and then thorugh the bowls of the facility"
sparked Johnson
"Or...We could use our tools to get through the fire doors, there are only 3 between here and the elevator. Shouldnt take more than a few hours"


And so the three set about the task of making their way to the elevator the and ultimate goal of...something that maintenance guys like...Dont look at my im just a writer.

To be continued



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Next week on The Adventures of Jim Vanderplow...


<Johnson> "Hey man, i never touched her once"
<Harrison>"Once...Sure i believe you. You touched her more than once"

Drama...Will Harrisons girl leave him for Johnson?

Find out only in next weeks The Adventures of Jim Vanderplow.
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Man im tired...i would do more but i can barely type.


Im hoping to make this into a series and maybe a comic strip...so noone steal my idea!


Copywrite 2003 Christopher Dawson AKA FarrowLeSparrow
 
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