ComradeBadger
Tank
- Joined
- May 15, 2003
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Lights Out.
151 dropped from the vent into the shadow-shrouded corridor, making as little noise as possible. His standard-issue boots muffled his footfalls as he crept down the corridor. He flicked his Rigel 3300 Night Vision goggles down over his eyes. The small whine as they started up was lost in the darkness. He kept up this stealthy movement until he reached a turn in the corridor. The sound of approaching boots grew until finally their owner became visible. He was a guard, a simple Security guy. Inside his head, 151 sighed. The body of the guard hit the floor with a dull thud. 151 took hold of him roughly and dragged the body out of sight. It didn’t really matter if the guard was found, since he wasn’t dead, merely unconscious. This operation mattered, and he wasn’t allowed to kill. It was inconvenient, but still, he had to obey these rules.
There was a light in the next corridor. 151 slunk as fast as possible to the door at the end of the corridor. It was locked. He took out his lockpick and picked the lock. It didn’t take long, and soon the door was open. 151 scanned the room with intelligent eyes, and then felt something cold and metal pressed against his chest. He looked down and saw a USP tactical touching his chest. He looked at the face of his assailant and kneed him in the groin. His assailant fell to the floor, his face a grimace of pain. Before he could make a noise, 151 stood on his throat. 151 lifted the body of his now dead attacker and left the corpse behind one of the desks in the room. 151 took the pistol that now lay on the floor and practiced aiming with it. It felt good to have gun metal in his hands. He knew that he shouldn’t really have killed that man, but it had been a case of him or me, he reasoned. And with that dismissed, 151 searched the room for what he was looking for, a computer from which he could disable the security of the building across the street. He soon found a terminal, and got to work. It didn’t take long for 151 to break in and get to the exact program that would do his bidding. He accessed it. To check if it had worked, 151 glanced out between the shutters of the window and saw that the red lights that warned of an active alarm were off. Excellent, he thought….
151 dropped from the vent into the shadow-shrouded corridor, making as little noise as possible. His standard-issue boots muffled his footfalls as he crept down the corridor. He flicked his Rigel 3300 Night Vision goggles down over his eyes. The small whine as they started up was lost in the darkness. He kept up this stealthy movement until he reached a turn in the corridor. The sound of approaching boots grew until finally their owner became visible. He was a guard, a simple Security guy. Inside his head, 151 sighed. The body of the guard hit the floor with a dull thud. 151 took hold of him roughly and dragged the body out of sight. It didn’t really matter if the guard was found, since he wasn’t dead, merely unconscious. This operation mattered, and he wasn’t allowed to kill. It was inconvenient, but still, he had to obey these rules.
There was a light in the next corridor. 151 slunk as fast as possible to the door at the end of the corridor. It was locked. He took out his lockpick and picked the lock. It didn’t take long, and soon the door was open. 151 scanned the room with intelligent eyes, and then felt something cold and metal pressed against his chest. He looked down and saw a USP tactical touching his chest. He looked at the face of his assailant and kneed him in the groin. His assailant fell to the floor, his face a grimace of pain. Before he could make a noise, 151 stood on his throat. 151 lifted the body of his now dead attacker and left the corpse behind one of the desks in the room. 151 took the pistol that now lay on the floor and practiced aiming with it. It felt good to have gun metal in his hands. He knew that he shouldn’t really have killed that man, but it had been a case of him or me, he reasoned. And with that dismissed, 151 searched the room for what he was looking for, a computer from which he could disable the security of the building across the street. He soon found a terminal, and got to work. It didn’t take long for 151 to break in and get to the exact program that would do his bidding. He accessed it. To check if it had worked, 151 glanced out between the shutters of the window and saw that the red lights that warned of an active alarm were off. Excellent, he thought….
