File: Deletion Block Namber: 789 Blick Nlkfj9f7fd8dasfdas....Sdfasfa.. SYS OP ROOT COMMAND OVERDRIVE VIRUS CHECKER RUNNING...PLEASE WAIT.... BUTCHER BOY VIRUS DETECTED...ERADICATION PROCESS INITIATED....PLEASE WAIT.. ERADICATION COMPLETE...FILE RESTRUCTURING INITIATED...PLEASE WAIT... FILE RESTRUCTURING COMPLETE...24% DATA RECOVERED...UPLOADING.... ........................................................................... [ SUKH's BIT ] > The firefight started outside the pawn shop; PhilM was shooting at > (and getting shot by) lots of dudes on a roof, PhilM did eventually get off the roof, shot twice, bleeding like a bastad, hears noise from fire escape on his building, hides and waits for sad feck to come up, sniper shooting philM radios fellow companion 'that target is hidden so be careful..', sad feck therefore throws a grenade onto roof...philM sphincters, decides to kick grenade off roof, therefore gets up...& therefore gets shot from behind from original sniper. More bleeding damage, stumbles towards rooftop door, grenade explodes, blast throws Action Stone against door, more bleeding damage, door gives from blast and Stone falls down stairs unconscious....more bleeding damage..... ....and that was the last we saw him...he lives now only in our memories... > Gray & myself got dropped off by the cabbie behind the street where > the shooting was going on, Cabbie sphincters and stops car adjacent to side road, the 2 unarmoured netrunners & Ms Knight run down alleyway behind Blowjob's Pawn Shop.... ...meanwhile Rod-Kell is tanking after Cigarette-Smoking-Paper-Reading man, CSPRman is unarmed & unarmoured so is running like a bastad, behind alleyway of pawnshop....as he turns the corner he's runs into you, Guy & Lisa... He's been yelling "CLUNK! CLLLLLUNK! GET OUT NOW!" into a communicator. 'Something' gets out of the bad dudes van and walks down the alley using efficent german sounds....CSPRman surrenders to the trio, as Rod-Kell is now behind him too....Rod-Kell starts to explain that there on the same side....when.... > PJ was shouting stuff like "It's ok, we're here to kill Mr de la > Vega" (!!!!) and No no PhilJ...PJ was shouting..... "It's ok, we're here to kill Mr Santana" (!!!!) ..and then you wonder why the guy reacted the way he did....anyway PJ cuts the dudes leg off and bad dude expires and then heads for the 'alley' behind Fel's pawn shop...he hears efficient german sounds KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! etc etc......... ........................................................................... [ HELI.ZIP ] In the film world.... Lawrance Fishburne effortless downloads the Heli program, gets into the pilot seat. Chopper gracefully lifts off just as a stream of Cuban elite forces sprint out onto the rooftop and raise weapons. The shooting starts, Fishburne's is sprayed by broken glass as his cockpit takes fire. In the back, Reeves starts the chaingun and begins strafing the rooftop (slow mo of multitude of bullet casings falling like leaves from chopper). Under the deadly onslaught the Cuban forces dive for shelter.... ...Meanwhile the chopper glides away smoothly taking the heros to safetly. In RoF RPG world.... Having no other course of action left available to him & the fact that Mr Zee is pointing a rather large calibre weapon at his head....Guy De Fauteuil agrees that downloading the Pilot_Helicopter.zip program is their only hope. Guy De Fauteuil logs into the Net... Name: GUY DE FAUTEUIL Alias: DOGMATIX Password: ***** Welcome back Sir. Globalnet informs you that your password has expired, please key in new password. Guy De Fauteuil mutters 'Merde!' back in the real world. Mr Zee looks away from the Netrunner and stares down to the unconcious, bullet-ridden forms of the Sanchez, Smalls, Stone & Blank. Efficent hydraulic sounds from the side introduces the reader to the malfunctioning form of Mr Nagasaki, as his cyber appendages move in slow random directions of their own accord...... "Shit dude, howz this operation get so f*cked up!... ...come on M*ther-Fecker!, I ain't got all day" barks the black solo at the unseeing eyes of De Fauteuil. New Password Accepted. Would Sir care to look at our latest Insurance Promotions? NO I FECKING WOULDN'T thinks Guy as he coolly closes down the Advert Sprite and quickly punchs up SkillTime Corporation... Would Sir care to consult one of our Financial AIs to examine his monetary affairs... Guy looks back at the Advert Sprite, "I thought I'd closed you down?... ...look I'm in a hurry..so feck off!" SkillTime Corp...Choose your category... PILOT:HELICOPTER:MILITARY:MODEL:SIKORSKY H-2100GH Thanks You. Searching. Please Hold... Would Sir care to purchase one of excellent Mars Holiday packages.... Meanwhile..... A stafing sound causes Mr Zee to whip his head towards the rooftop door. The door is perforating under bursts of machine gun fire. The solo moves behind the Helicopter's chain gun and aims it towards the door...The Medic...Ms Knights falls to the floor of the chopper and adopts a prone posture. The door splinters and a steady stream of fierce efficent-looking men dressed in black flak suits, burst out onto the rooftop.... "Eat this" issues Mr Zee as he presses the little red fire button on the immense instrument of death.... *click* .........*click click CLICK!* Alas, instead of the terrifying roar of a 20mm autocannon firing full out at 2000 rounds per minute..we hear the terrified howl of a man who knows he's wasted a once in a lifetime cinematic opportunuity..... "Feck!" curses Mr Zee, as the chain stubbornly refuses to fire. He quickly drops and joins Ms knight on the floor and draws his pistol.... 'Zip Zip Zip....bang bang...' outgoing fire... 'Dakakakakakakakakaka....whoom whoosh....Dakakakakakakak' incoming fire... Bits of helicopter begin to fly around inside the cockpit.... Meanwhile Search Completed...DOWNLOADING...250 trillion bytes 2% complete Guy De Fauteuils eyes begin to flicker wildly....damn..I wonder if I upgraded my socket to handle 250 Tbytes..... Meanwhile '....' outgoing fire 'Dakakakakakakakakaka....whoom whoosh....Dakakakakakakak' incoming fire Mr Zee and Ms Knight are on the floor as bullets riddle the helicopter. Somehow the still, seated form of Guy De Fauteuil seems to be untouched. His only visible injury appears to be a small nosebleed.... A grunt from behind him cause the solos to turn as he looks back into the lifeless eyes of Ms Knight.... Meanwhile... Download 98% complete.....99% complete....100% complete... Heli.Zip Downloaded....awaiting decompression.... 'Hello Sir, it seems the free duration on your Shareware Decompression Software has expired...please visit our site and register.... An advert sprite materializes... Would Sir care to try the latest Version of Decompression 2000?.... 'AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!' ........................................................................... [ PHILJ'S REPORT ] Just imagining Sector Head Bryant (?) report :- "So...the only tech in your squad inadvertently committed suicide?" "And operation leader Buttington was knocked unconscious, tortured, shot, and decapitated...by yourselves?" "And covert surveillance of the target's residence was facilitated by riding a power boat at high speed past his front window whilst dressed only in your underpants?" "And covert surveillance of the target at a nightclub was facilitated by being stripped naked, greased, and led round the dance floor on a chain whilst being vomited on by another squad member after excessive consumption of a veritable cocktail of narcotic substances?" : "Er...otherwise ok???" ........................................................................... [ DELETED SCENE ] Flashback segment for the Deletion Recap that I'm not using but I thought was funny nevertheless.... The_Old_Man: As you can seem Dom, the situation in Cuba is extremely delicate and requires a rapid solution... Bryant: I've been giving the problem some thought Sir....and I believe a immediate liq-uida-tion of Mr Del La Vega to be the only viable solution available... ...if significant losses to EBM are to be avoided." Old_Man: Hmmmm..Liquidation....Ok, I concur...do it...send in a Black Ops team immediately.. Bryant: A-ffirmative Sir.... Old_Man: Oh..and Dom... Bryant: Yes Sir? Old_Man: I don't care who you use...as long as their not complete muppets... Bryant: Don't you worry Sir, I've got it under control...... ........................................................................... [ MEGA HAPPY ENDING ] "See this?" continued Rem, "I type a code in hear and I can kill each and everyone of you, anywhere in the world" he finished coldly. The sneer disappeared. The team quietened too, a few looked at each other with worried faces. The new solo, Stone fingered the hilt of the machete he wore. Rem's face broke into a broad grin...'Hah! Had you worried there for a minute eh? Nah, this is just my organiser' The atmosphere lightened somewhat, interrupted by the rumble of a fork lift truck across the tarmac. Two men in overalls struggled as they attempted to lift a series of heavy-looking crates into the waiting plane. Rem smiled : 'Oh yes...did I forget to mention the 40 crates of beer I ordered for the flight? Time to get stuck in lads...nobody gets of the plane until it's all gone...oh, and Mr Smalls, that goes for the 20 joints I ordered for you as well...' Mr Zee threw back his head and laughed, before hugging Rem in a crushing embrace : 'I love you man...' Rem struggled for breath but returned his comrade's manly hug as best he could... The rest of the party cheered and laughed. Guy threw his beach ball to Neville, who trapped it on his instep, and played a neat one-two with Martin Blank. Even the taciturn Stone smiled, wiped a tear from his eye, before roaring 'You guys are the GREATEST!!!!!' No? Ah well... ........................................................................... [ PJ's RENDITION ] >..and then you wonder why the guy reacted the way he did....anyway PJ >cuts the dudes leg off and bad dudes expires and then heads for the >'alley' behind Fel's pawn shop...he hears efficient german sounds > >KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! etc etc... So behind the pawn shop we have 2 net runners, Lisa and Kell-Rod. The KER-CHUNG sound stops in front of them. The 5 look up into the eyes of a human face, they look down into the body of a machine. The words "Oh Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk" are heard from the net-runners.... A mad dash is taken to put the CSPRman in front with all 5 of the brave team cowering behind him. CLUNK: You have 10 seconds to let him go or I shoot.. CSPRman: Let me go and I'll let you go. CLUNK: 10,9.. Team: Call CLUNK off or we'll shoot CLUNK: 8,7,6... CSPRman: Let me go or he'll shoot. Team: We'll shoot first... CLUNK: 5,4,3... CSPRman: OK... CLUNK hold your fire... CLUNK: 2. CSPRman: Let me go and I'll let you live... As this was happening PJ runs up to the alleyway and whilst keeping out of sight he checks out what is going on. CSPRman: Let me go. You have no other choice. PJ : Come on guys don't do it.. Don't do it... But realising what the party is likely to do, empties his bag of everything bar 8 grenades. Party: OK you can go free. But no tricks... CSPRman: You can trust me.... PJ shakes his head and pulls the pin on the 9th grenade, drops it into his bag and throws the bad towards CLUNK... the bag falls short.. oops.. PJ Dives for cover, Lisa dives for cover, everyone else kind of stands there looking worried... The bag explodes. The CSPRman vaporises, CLUNK is blown out of the alley and into his van, the rest of the party drop like stones. PJ gets up, looks around...Ahhh only one thing to do in a situation like this.... Run like a bastard..... PJ runs to the van rented by Kell-Rod and gets in. Lisa returns to the rest of party, manages to get them up and they all start to hobble away, still without the chips the net-runners were trying to buy. PJ starts van up, does a nice slow 3 point turn, starts to dive down the road at a nice safe speed, obeying the speed limit at all times, when CLUNK gets up, targets the van and fires with his missile launcher.... =:-0 The van explodes, crashes into a building and tips on it's side.... PJ crawls out and runs.... Sorry Kell-Rod I don't think you'll be getting your deposit back.... Yet again another plan with no drawbacks... :-) ........................................................................... [ RICH'S RENDITION ] > KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! KER-CHUNG! etc etc... So Mr 10ft tall armoured dude appears, everyone thinks Hmmm powered AT20, Hmm what's that metallic whirring noise ahhhh its a chain GUN........... AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Guns are pointed at heads threats are exchanged bits of buildings are shot off by Mr chain gun, Then Mr Zee and his cunning 8 grenade plan arrive seeing that half his party including the two indispensable net runners are within 10M of the armoured dude he drops a grenade into the bag of grenades he's carrying and lobs it at Clunk......... . . . . . KKKKKKAAABBBBOOOMMM!!!!!!!!! Clunk sails through the air landing in their own van bad dude is shredded our guys go down like gooduns Mr Zee brushes himself down and congratulates himself on a good plan........ GRIND, SQUEAK, REND.......KERCHUNG!, KERCHUNG!, KERCHUNG! Yes mr Clunk is hard, more chain gun rounds than you can count start to pepper the landscape, Mr Zee jumps in the van while clunk is distracted and starts to drive off, thats funny what are those 3 red dots in the rear view mirror.... .....WHOOOOOOOSH............KABOOM ahhh he's also got a missile launcher, after a couple of dud shots he eventually blows 10 kinds of doo doo out of the van and mr zee has to leg it on foot...... So it all went exactly to plan...... :-) ........................................................................... File Ends....