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good <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... /smile.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':)\' /> It keeps you in suspense.

Due to popular demand/stew threats/etc. I have decided to release a preview of the story right now.

5 years for nothing. He wanted revenge more than anything. They had taken away everything of his. His house, his car, even his worn mouse mat that he had from his first job. All he was left with was his clothes. His name was Blast. Or at least that's what everyone else called him. He'd gotten so used to it that he didn't hear the lady at the counter calling his real name.

"Mr. Sund?" she said.
No response from him, he was daydreaming.
"Mr. Sund, there are other people in the line behind you." He received a push in the back from another convict.
"Oh? What?" He asked.
"Come up and grab your stuff." The lady said through gritted teeth.
Blast walked up to the counter and the lady pulled out a tray loaded with the clothes that he was wearing when he came in.
"One worn t-shirt, one equally worn pair of jeans, one shoe..." she checked the items off on a list.
"One shoe?!" He shouted. "When I came in here I had two!"
"Sorry Mr. Sund but it says right here.", she pointed to the list, "1 shoe. Now will you let me finish the list?"
"I didn't know I had anything else."
"Well, there's a few more items on the list." She said, pointing again to the scrawled piece of paper.
"Read them."
"One paperclip." She said and was immediately followed by a low whistle from him.
She cleared her throat and continued. "One credit card."
"Credit card? Does it say how much money is on it?"
"No Mr. Sund, we don't need to know that information."
"Oh..."
"That's all." she said, handing over the tray with the contents in it and the credit card on top. "You can use that booth over there to get changed."

He moved off and got changed into his old clothes. They were covered in dust but they were much better than the prison uniform he had to wear for the past 5 years. He walked out of the prison and onto the side of the road, minus one shoe. He pulled the credit card out from his pants and looked at it, it had his name on it and his signature was on the back. He began walking down the road when a dark car pulled up next to him. The window wound down and a voice told him to get inside.

Once inside he looked across the car at the person sitting on the other side. They had combed back hair, dark sunglasses, a long sleeved shirt and black pants on. Blast begun to speak and the guy on the other side of the car put his hand up and silenced him.
"I have a few questions I wish to ask before you start asking your own." The figure said. "Enjoy your time in the joint?" He said with a slight smile.
"It was a ball." Blast replied sarcastically.
"Now now, no need for sarcasm. Your first question is going to be who am I. You don't need to know right now, so don't bother asking it. Your second question is going to be where are we going. Again, you do not need to know. Your third and possibly final question is going to be why. Why did we pick you up?"
"Oh great. A guy who thinks he's psychic."
"No, not quite. The reason why we picked you up is because of why you were in the joint in the first place."
"We? Who is this we?"
"I told you that you do not need to know, Mr. Sund. Don't get angry."
Mr. Sund was known for his short temper.
"The reason why I was put in that hellhole? I was put in there for a crime I did not commit!" Mr. Sund yelled.
"I told you not to get angry. Please stay calm. We are not going to hurt you. Now, what crime were you in there for?"
"Supposedly I hacked a government website."
"Really? Is that all?"
"Yup."
"Did you do it?"
"Nope."
"Then who did?"
"Do you think if I knew that I would be here right now?"
"I told you Mr. Sund. Remain calm or we might have to make you calm."
"Let me out of the car now."
"We can't do that Mr. Sund."
The figure felt along the armrest until his fingers reached a button and then pressed it. Blast felt a stab of pain in his back.
"Don't worry Mr. Sund. It's only a sedative. It won't kill..." The figure's voice trailed away and Mr. Sund fell into a deep sleep in the seat.

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I mean......thank you for the preview, looks like another good story <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... iggrin.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':D\' />

Maths = sucks.
The teacher for Voc Studies... well you can put your hand up and leave it there for 30 minutes but she still won't come around and check your draft of your work which you've had since Monday.

Without further ranting, here's the second part:
When Blast woke up he could just see through the tinted windows. They were in the city somewhere and the sun was just peeking over the horizon. He was disorientated and still drowsy from the effect of the drug. He looked across to see that the figure wasn't there any more.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sund. I moved." The figure said from the front passenger seat.
"Where are we?" Blast asked.
"You still do not need to know."
"Where are we going?"
"Home."

They drove along a busy main road of the city and turned off it after about 30 minutes into a small one laned road. They stopped about halfway along it and got out of the car. By this time it was nearly impossible to see anything.

"You can get out now." the figure said.

Blast got out of the car and followed the figure to a door. The figure reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, flicked through them and stuck one of them into the door. They climbed a long set of stairs and then went down a hallway. They stopped at the 5th door down on the left.

"Welcome home." the figure said with a smile.
"Home? This isn't where I live."
"It is now. It has everything you need and we pay your bills for you for as long as you do what we ask."
"And what is that you ask?"
"You will find out. Here's your keys." the figure said, taking off the two keys used to get into the apartment and giving them to Blast. "There's a computer in that room over there." the figure motioned to a room to the right.
"Thanks."
"Oh, and by the way my name is Losnic."

Days passed with no word from Losnic. A week passed, then three. Whilst using the computer, Blast received an email. It read: "After reading this email, your phone will ring."

The phone rang. Slightly freaked out at it, Blast stared at the phone for about 5 seconds and then scrambled over and picked it up.
"Hello Mr. Sund. There will be a knock on your door." And then the second the phone went dead there was a knock at the door.
Blast rushed over to the door and opened it. Noone was there. He closed the door and his foot slipped on a piece of paper. He gained his balance before he fell over and picked up the piece of paper. The paper read:

"Hello Mr. Sund,
You may not know who I am but I know who you are. Before you were put in jail I was following your progress. I was amazed at how efficiently you had hacked those sites. I was amazed at you leaving no trace of yourself. I watched you right up until the very second where they bust into your house and unplugged your computer.

Now, you are thinking that I'm the one who put you there in the first place. No, Mr. Sund. It wasn't me. I simply watch. Now, I need you to do something for me. There was a site which you were 'borrowing' shortly before you were put into the slammer. You did not succeed in this task and we would like you to succeed in this task. We would like possession of all the information contained on this website by Friday 12pm. If you don't know, today is Monday. The site we want belongs to Bismouth Industries.
L."

Blast read through the letter several more times. He understood what he was supposed to do but he didn't want to be put back in jail. He looked on the back and was shocked to find:
"Don't worry, you're protected by us. They can't put you in jail."

Blast read through the letter once more and then the words on the back. They had predicted everything, or so it seemed. Over the next 5 days he was on his computer for 20 hours and slept for four each day. During the 20 hours of which he was awake he concentrated on grabbing every little bit of information from that site and storing it on a removable drive. It wasn't until Thursday when he reached the mv directory. He tried accessing it from the site and he got an access denied error. He tried accessing it with the FTP he created for himself before to read the contents of the site but he still couldn't get in. Frustrated he tried guessing the passwords until he thought of "bismouth" as a password. He typed it in and he gained access to the folder. He was surprised by what he found.

hmmmm.....

Blast found a huge array of files. He clicked on one called "description". He skimmed through it and it was basically about some kind of chip, what it did, how it did it and who controlled it. It also detailed the chip's limitations. Further down the multiple pages of directory listings he found circuit diagrams for the chips. He went through the entire directory contents for an hour and then he finally went to download them. He opened up the FTP client and gained access to the folder only to find that the folder now contained only one file. He checked and triple-checked the links and they checked out. Then he refreshed the directory listing for the mv directory in his browser to find that same file there. The file was just called "blank". Blast downloaded it and opened it. It read:
"Congratulations,
If you are reading this it means that you are the second person to access this directory. Unfortunately you are too late and all the files contained within this directory have been moved to a safe, undisclosed location. If you wish to contact me then please do so after I finish bringing you down.
H."
Blast rubbed his eyes. It was now four in the morning and his body was more than simply sleep deprived. Finding that his coffee supply was no non-existant, he went to bed.

When he woke up again the first thing he thought of was that short file. He looked on his computer to find that he had left it open. He read through it again to make sure he could remember it properly. There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Blast shouted.
"It's me." said a voice muffled by the thick door.
Blast frowned and struggled to remember the face of the voice. It wasn't until he opened the door when he remembered that the voice belonged to Losnic. Losnic was holding a coffee cup in one hand and a jar of coffee beans in another.
"Coffee?" He asked. Blast grabbed it quickly out of his hands and drank it slowly, savouring the taste.
"How'd it go?" Losnic asked.
"Good. Right up until the point where I got that file." Blast said, pointing over to the screen.
"Oh, that. Don't worry about that. My friend says thanks." Losnic said.
"Who's your friend?"
"Don't you know? He's Hacker." That's when it finally clicked in his head. The person who wrote the file called blank was Losnic's friend. The files were safe then.
"Come with me." Losnic said.

Blast was all too happy to leave the small apartment. When he stepped outside Blast winced at the sunlight. He hadn't seen it for days.
"Put these on" Losnic said handing him a pair of sunglasses.

They got into Losnic's car and they drove to a warehouse. They went inside and walked around for a little while until it all suddenly went quiet. They didn't notice anything amiss until all the lights went out.

"That isn't good." Losnic said with a slight tremor in his voice. The doors over the entrance wouldn't open when they approached them. They tried smashing them with items but it didn't even leave a crack.

"Going somewhere?" said a deep voice that echoed off the walls of the empty warehouse. Losnic and Blast looked around to find no one there.

"Don't bother. Don't you remember? I'm everywhere?" The voice mocked, followed by a laugh.
"It can't be." Losnic muttered.
"Oh, don't worry, betrayer. It is."
Blast moved backwards, pressing his back up against the door.
"Found another person to betray have we?" The voice continued.
"You should be dead." Losnic yelled out to nothing.
"Ahh, but it is quite obvious that I am not. Or is it? Maybe you need some physical evidence of my continued existance." The voice said. Now it was coming from directly in front of them. There was still no visible sign of anyone there. Suddenly footsteps came along the aisle paralell to the doors. They stopped, just out of the light cast by the sun.
"So, betrayer. You wanted to see me? Well fine." The voice spoke. Followed quickly by two more steps. A man stepped out of the shadows. A man in a black suit.

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Indeed. I just spent half an hour typing out the next part only to find that my cookies had been deleted so when I went to post it it said "please log in". Oh well. Maybe tomorrow <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... /smile.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':)\' />

that's not a good excuse <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... >/nunu.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\'(sp3c)\' /> <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... isgust.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\'(hmph)\' />

The figure was standing in front of them. The right side of his face was severely burnt. He was lit from the front by the sunlight coming in through the double doors behind Blast and Losnic.
"H, get him out of here." Losnic said.

Blast blinked and he was suddenly in what appeared to be a very dark room. He was now lying down. He tried to get up but he was paralyzed. He struggled for a while but eventually gave up.

Back in the warehouse the figure and Losnic stood a few steps apart.
"So soon?" Losnic said mockingly.
"Surprised to see me?" the figure answered with a question.
"As always." Losnic replied, pulling out his 9mm and firing a few rounds into the figure.
"I suppose I should reiterate. I'm everywhere." The figure said after the bullets passed straight through him.
"Hacker tore you to pieces."
"Maybe he did. But that was then," he drew the word out. "this is now!" he said drawing a gun. He shot at Losnic but he had already moved behind scaffolding.
"I'm everywhere." The figure repeated again. "Don't move." The figure said, now behind Losnic and holding a gun to Losnic's head.
"A bit trigger happy are we?" Another voice said.
"You again. Come back to pathetically attempt to destroy me again?" the figure said
"No, Ava. I have come to put an end to your reign and I will do so without destroying you. I realised the error that I made before and I have come back to rectify it."
"But you see, this gun" he tapped the gun with another, "is pointed quite nicely at the temple of your friend here." said Ava.
"What gun?" the other voice said.
"Thi.. Damn you!" Ava shouted out to nothing.
"Now what are you going to do without your gun?"
"This!" Ava said whilst beginning to run away from Losnic. He disappeared into a dark section of the warehouse.
"The hunter has lost his courage?" the other voice questioned.
"Not quite." said Ava, who was now lit by the light produced by a molotov cocktail he had in one hand. He threw it towards Losnic and Losnic dived out of the way just in time for it to explode where he just was.
"Want some more? Well here you go!" Ava said whilst throwing more molotovs at Losnic.
"How do you beat a guy who is everywhere?" asked Losnic as he was running to avoid another cocktail.
"By bringing him into one place." the other voice said.
"Not if you can't find me!" Ava said and he disappeared.
"H, where is he?" Losnic asked.
"He's gone into..." H swore. "He's after Blast!"
"Bring Blast back and lets get out! Did you get what you wanted from here?"
"Yes, I got the drive, Blast will be appearing next to you shortly."
Blast appeared after a few seconds.
"Where was I?" asked Blast.
"You were in the space between the mutliple universes."
"The what?"
"If you don't know about them then it really doesn't matter. I'll explain to you later, after we get out of..."
"Not so fast!" Ava shouted. "All around you are trip mines. Attempt to escape and you will undoubtedly trip one. Also at the other end of the warehouse you will find a large proportion of C4. If you move this will also be detonated by myself. To your left and your right, are two equally sized bombs. Each of these has a timer of 45 seconds. Fail to disarm these will also result in your instantaneous deaths."
"Joy." muttered Losnic.
"What do you want?" screamed Blast.
"I want what they took from me. All those years of hard work and then, once I was nearly there again, HE!" Ava said pointing at the now visible Hacker, "spread me out throughout the multi-verse. He forgot to destroy this though!" he pointed at his head. "The chip still communicated with the second Sentinel and sensed I was in danger and brought me back to safety. But all too soon! He triggered the explosion and did this to me!" He quickly pointed an equally burnt finger to the side of his face. "I lay there for hours. Then days. Finally, someone found me."
"Who?" asked Losnic and Blast in synchronicity.
"It's quite unfortunate that we haven't had the chance to meet." said a voice exactly like Ava's. "It's equally unfortunate that we will not have the chance to meet. You hurt my brother and now you will pay for it!"
A beep echoed throughout the warehouse.
"It's time to go, brother." Ava said.
"Indeed it is." said the twin and they both disappeared.
Another beep sounded. They didn't know how long they had to go.
"Oh, and if you think of using that ability of ours," came Ava's voice out of nowhere, "I'll bring you right back here." Ava laughed and his voice faded away.
A light flickered on above them and from the ceiling hung a large screen. On the screen was the numbers 00:31:40. The second column was the seconds column. When it reached 30 it beeped again.
"Now what?" asked Losnic.
"We wait." said Hacker.
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aarrgghh......I hate waiting...more, more!!

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well done so far Radar...what happens next hmmmm?

how does "They all live happily ever after?" sound?

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and

eternal

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treatment from Moppy

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I'd take the brooming radar...looks like fun <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... /smile.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\':)\' />


and top notch story <img src=\'http://www.killanet.net/forum3/public/s ... >/good.gif\' class=\'bbc_emoticon\' alt=\'(Y)\' />