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Machinations; scifi-finished
Topic Started: Mar 3 2007, 07:16 PM (213 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
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Machinations


They were on top of the highest building of the world. Or so you would think. It was just several floors higher. And that they were actually negotiating something. Something just high enough to satisfy themselves. This deal could have been the deal of the century. But it wasn’t about some ludicrous things. Sometimes that could happen. But in honesty of all it was it came down to weapons. That there were was more to it than what you would think.

The illuminated roof top radiated red. The sun was setting it was just like if they were at mars briefly. And that they whole world had been paying attention. Replying coolly one man was there sitting then on the high floor. Just not as good a person as them, for he was at the far back taking orders.

He took it naturally but now came the talk, and the words of the big ones:

“We are very interested in finding the man that stole some papers from this building. But I am more than confident we will retrieve them. Didn’t I already offer you a large sum of money? Even when the police failed at their chase and closed it.”

“Of course we did .We went after him. But he eluded us with their high tech boots, we couldn’t even trace the scent or where he went. We are going to have a very hard time catching him. But we will do it boss. We will.”

The sun gave of a light touch to the rooftop everything and everyone that was talking could be seen.

“I hope you really will. You do know that the equipment and countermeasures you’ve made have been failing. I know the day is going to end right now when the sun sets down. But I want him within my grasps immediately.”

The guy there in the front could have been a lackey, they payed him so small an amount that he didn’t care. But he knew that the papers were located at the very exclusive files office. He had no idea what it had. Just that he knew where that man went. No he didn’t know them; the omnipotent figures did not know.

He left right after the sun was leaving and the moon was taking over.








The man they called and treated like a lackey was actually Andrew. He had never had access to the files. But they were stolen. And he descended the building like a ton of bricks falling. Of course his wild chasing gave of strange looks. But that the man had entered into a pub. And that now that the case was closed that they had hired a search team to find him. But even he didn’t know what to think of the whole matter. He had vague hints.

The windows shone off, and the marble shine of the floor made his feet screech, and there was not a trace of a footprint. High tech boots indeed. And he was right under one nose too many. How did he get into the corporations field. Nothing made sense. In fact he felt a bit like an underpaid worker being payed to work in a foreign territory. But tried as he did he could not find the scent. A criminal unknown under guise or not, he was still an enemy. And right now he was going to the pub when he pushed the two white glass front doors.

Could he help it? Doing something he wasn’t suppose to. No he couldn’t he was ignored tossed to the side. Like trash heap he was tossed to the side, and higher-ups were basking on the glory of the sun higher up.

He was hoping the man they were looking for was at that pub again. That person had a personality that was a bit strange and moody. Just like when he got drunk.

The roadsides stretched far off, the pub was at least four blocks of when he had been spotted on the roof that day. He knew who he was red-haired, his appearance was a bit dry. Oddly enough even though that day he looked drunk. He knew the papers he ran with on the roadside he probably did not know what they meant.

A small robot orbited at the entrance of the pub. It was odd that even he evaded that. It gave of some messages. “Welcome dear sir who may you be?” Of course the robot only said that. Its clear sights probably had some x-ray technology contraption to detect unwanted people. Just to see who he was. “Ok then he said have a good day.”

Maybe he went into the pub because he was miserable and tired. And wanted to feel some joy but he hopped about. The place had a light kind of display. It was a pub because it had all the freshest drinks, and Andrew felt older every time he tried looking for than one man with the silent boots. Would he be wearing them today was he there?

Then he spotted a group of two people talking among the many tables. What made this table and people there odd was that one held high mud boots. The other had a guise as if from a costume party.

There were people now dancing on the stage with the same sort of guise but he didn’t care. Vacillating wanting to become one of the higher ups the ones on the rooftop. He wanted to steal this chance.

First he grabbed the man on the same table as the lady, while the performance was going on. The man didn’t do a thing until the lady starting saying things. “Is there anything we can help you with,” with her customer tone voice. No nothing he thought to himself Andrew said.

Of course there was this man that was probably him. He couldn’t even tell if they were the high tech boots but the next thing he said was, “I came for you you’re the man with the high-tech boots aren’t you. Well there are a group of people that would really want to meet you at the front door,” he said to make him surrender.

“When that had no effect at all, he took his gun out and pointed it at him. It’s those blueprints you want right. Just try shooting me.”

The lady next to him was in horror, the whole act came to a close. The dancing routine had stopped. The whole pub was tumbling down.

“And what if I am, shoot me. Maybe the results will surprise you.”

And that was the moment that Andrew closed his eyes, if it was him then he was on the right trail and it would make him go to higher places. If he was not well then he was going to jail. His fingers were sweaty on the trigger. Shocked and what would happen he shot him and he was pressing the trigger lightly.

He knew he could never get hired, all Andrew was to everyone was a lackey.
Then he shot him. The music in the background muted it a bit. The performance was gone and the music stopped playing. It was more than one mere disturbance and moment.

“Your identity is Thomas James. For only one moment I thought it through but now I know more than ever that you were the one with the silent boots, and anti-harm shield.”

Thomas James ran out, fast. He didn’t know if Andrew was right or not but they couldn’t trace his steps. If anything by the time Andrew got distracted by all the ruckus. The sound silenced by the boots could not tell you were he had gone. If he had gone north, south, east, or west.

Then Andrew did the next thing out of frustration when he couldn’t get an answer he shot the orbiting robot, and it spun in circles. “The police will be on there way here,” the robot said. “You have done a grave crime.” But Andrew knew that was the idea, and that they heard the name clearly of Thomas James.

He went running into blocks hoping for the vaguest clue. He had to somehow read his mind but how? Sightseers could do the trick but that could fail plainly now that he was at this chase.

He went to a store that had a large front window, probably meaning someone spotted him. And there he went to the door asked the kind lady, “Have you seen the red-haired man called Thomas James. Answer fast.” She said no.

Right away he went to a bus terminal maybe that would be were he would be. He wanted to impress the higher ups with this, it was his chance. He was getting closer to him, he had a feeling he was somewhere nearby at the bus terminal.

If it was Thomas James he must have taken the bus to anywhere. Any place in the nation. And he knew he would get him. He could see loads of people but all he had to do was ask the closest times and if they knew this Thomas James.

The police sirens sounded in the distance. They finally arrived but to the wrong address, case reopened and all.

Looking at the terminal times the closest ones were only 10 minutes away. Two to be exact. And the trip was very far, the other a bit closer.

One was for near the exploration facility that had been abandoned because of similar weapons. Like the silent boots that Thomas James tweaked to perfection. He admired his craft.

He took the long route, pretended no one was there. And when he couldn’t hold it anymore that he was going to be promoted he smiled and said, “you are Thomas James.” And he pointed the gun and everything. And the papers detailing the plans were in the deep recesses of his mind. Quickly he got a weapon that splinted iron and got out of the bus. The splintered iron were shaped like crystal spikes and carved out a space. “I am afraid you lost this game. “That being high up is what you wanted and now I’ll give you the gift of my work and your promotion for now I am long gone.”

The bus keep moving functioning normally even if it was splintered miraculously. He knew every nook and cranny of machines. And when Andrew finally got back at the office he did not know what to say or what to do.
Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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