Post by lambertines on Oct 1, 2007 9:41:14 GMT -6
“Destroying People is like Parachuting, Killing, or even something so simple as going to the Dentist, there is a tonne of anticipation but once you jump the first hurdle, it becomes routine” – Zeke Inferno
It was a cold, September night and Zeke Inferno was half-asleep, having rudely been awakened by Spike Lambert calling to say that his brother and Zeke’s trainer, Ross had been arrested, needless to say, this got to Zeke, but the deal is, Ross Lambert had not been arrested by police, no, he had been taken down by NSA Agents, the Police had technically no involvement in this, regardless, Zeke is just shutting the door to his house and turns around to see a big black van, speeds right up out in front of him, the van has a large red pentagram spray-painted on the side, a voice yells out “f**kin’ get in!”.
Zeke reacting almost instantly, heads for the back door on the van, he reaches out and grabs the handles, pulling open the heavy doors, he leaps inside and slams shut behind him to see a quite nerve-racking scene, there’s nobody in the van except for the driver, but that’s not what gets Zeke, what does is the back of the van itself, there’s a chair that’s been bolted to the wall with armrests and leg-rest, with leather straps attached to it, there’s a toolbox on the ground, left open showing off several scalpels and bolted to the top of the van is a set of lights, no doubt used to disorientate the victim in all of this, this van is kitted out for interrogation.
Zeke: I thought we were meeting at the Bistro, Spike.
Spike: I remembered you don’t have a car.
The van starts to hurtle off into the night, as Zeke walks up to the driver section of the van, where another chair has been bolted into the wall, but this one isn’t designed for torture. Zeke grabs a seat and looks confusingly at Spike.
Zeke: I do have a car… you’re borrowing it.
Spike: DID have a car… I had an “accident” with some grenades…
Zeke: You’re f**king kidding me…
Spike: Fraid not… but what I have planned for you is well worth it, see, this ride here was an old banger that I tuned up myself, I also strapped in the chairs and I bought the scalpels off a friend of mine, Johnny Trent, he’s a surgeon, so he could get me some free kit.
Zeke: What a responsible guy…
Spike: I know, isn’t it great? The guy also gave me some local anaesthetics…
Zeke: You know some screwed up people, Spike, I’ll give you that.
Spike: Look, forget that, let’s talk about how we’re getting Rosso back. The NSA have him hostage and I really don’t have a f**king clue how we plan to get him back.
Zeke: Well we need an insider really just to fin d out what it’s like…
Spike: I may have an answer into that… see, back a few months ago, we used to have the biggest, baddest crew in world, there was me, Ross and a few others, Kenji Zakahashi was the Muscle, an absolute monster and then there’s the love of my life…. Charlotte Hawking, Ross flew off the handle at Charlotte and she walked, I haven’t seen her since but I know she works for the NSA now.
Zeke: Right and if we can get a hold of her, she’ll bail Spike?
Spike: I f**kin’ hope so, just hopefully she’ll get over the past.
Zeke: Yeah… she could be our only option… but for now we probably ought to stake out somewhat… we’ll find someone to trail and such.
Spike: Then we’ll cut the motherf**kers up! YEAH!
Zeke looks around at the back of the van in some more detail, seeing the other chair is stained with blood.
Zeke: Why’s there blood on the chair?
Spike: Well… Charlotte and I… well… umm…
Spike casts a shifty eye at Zeke who looks on in slight dismay.
Spike: Yeah…
Zeke: Moving on swiftly, I’m sure we can get Ross out soon… and I’ll still be able to beat Omega Storm, with absolutely no problem whatsoever? Hell I bet I’ll be TV Champion by the time we rescue Ross.
Spike: Yeah! I reckon that too.
Zeke: Yeah… I just hope we can get to Ross on time.
Zeke and Spike are left in silence, left to think about the trials that lay ahead of them, will they be able to rescue Ross or will this whole plan fall on it’s face? Only time will tell but one thing is for certain… it’s not going to be easy, Hell no, not in the slightest. But sheer determination and being gutsy goes a LONG way.
It was a cold, September night and Zeke Inferno was half-asleep, having rudely been awakened by Spike Lambert calling to say that his brother and Zeke’s trainer, Ross had been arrested, needless to say, this got to Zeke, but the deal is, Ross Lambert had not been arrested by police, no, he had been taken down by NSA Agents, the Police had technically no involvement in this, regardless, Zeke is just shutting the door to his house and turns around to see a big black van, speeds right up out in front of him, the van has a large red pentagram spray-painted on the side, a voice yells out “f**kin’ get in!”.
Zeke reacting almost instantly, heads for the back door on the van, he reaches out and grabs the handles, pulling open the heavy doors, he leaps inside and slams shut behind him to see a quite nerve-racking scene, there’s nobody in the van except for the driver, but that’s not what gets Zeke, what does is the back of the van itself, there’s a chair that’s been bolted to the wall with armrests and leg-rest, with leather straps attached to it, there’s a toolbox on the ground, left open showing off several scalpels and bolted to the top of the van is a set of lights, no doubt used to disorientate the victim in all of this, this van is kitted out for interrogation.
Zeke: I thought we were meeting at the Bistro, Spike.
Spike: I remembered you don’t have a car.
The van starts to hurtle off into the night, as Zeke walks up to the driver section of the van, where another chair has been bolted into the wall, but this one isn’t designed for torture. Zeke grabs a seat and looks confusingly at Spike.
Zeke: I do have a car… you’re borrowing it.
Spike: DID have a car… I had an “accident” with some grenades…
Zeke: You’re f**king kidding me…
Spike: Fraid not… but what I have planned for you is well worth it, see, this ride here was an old banger that I tuned up myself, I also strapped in the chairs and I bought the scalpels off a friend of mine, Johnny Trent, he’s a surgeon, so he could get me some free kit.
Zeke: What a responsible guy…
Spike: I know, isn’t it great? The guy also gave me some local anaesthetics…
Zeke: You know some screwed up people, Spike, I’ll give you that.
Spike: Look, forget that, let’s talk about how we’re getting Rosso back. The NSA have him hostage and I really don’t have a f**king clue how we plan to get him back.
Zeke: Well we need an insider really just to fin d out what it’s like…
Spike: I may have an answer into that… see, back a few months ago, we used to have the biggest, baddest crew in world, there was me, Ross and a few others, Kenji Zakahashi was the Muscle, an absolute monster and then there’s the love of my life…. Charlotte Hawking, Ross flew off the handle at Charlotte and she walked, I haven’t seen her since but I know she works for the NSA now.
Zeke: Right and if we can get a hold of her, she’ll bail Spike?
Spike: I f**kin’ hope so, just hopefully she’ll get over the past.
Zeke: Yeah… she could be our only option… but for now we probably ought to stake out somewhat… we’ll find someone to trail and such.
Spike: Then we’ll cut the motherf**kers up! YEAH!
Zeke looks around at the back of the van in some more detail, seeing the other chair is stained with blood.
Zeke: Why’s there blood on the chair?
Spike: Well… Charlotte and I… well… umm…
Spike casts a shifty eye at Zeke who looks on in slight dismay.
Spike: Yeah…
Zeke: Moving on swiftly, I’m sure we can get Ross out soon… and I’ll still be able to beat Omega Storm, with absolutely no problem whatsoever? Hell I bet I’ll be TV Champion by the time we rescue Ross.
Spike: Yeah! I reckon that too.
Zeke: Yeah… I just hope we can get to Ross on time.
Zeke and Spike are left in silence, left to think about the trials that lay ahead of them, will they be able to rescue Ross or will this whole plan fall on it’s face? Only time will tell but one thing is for certain… it’s not going to be easy, Hell no, not in the slightest. But sheer determination and being gutsy goes a LONG way.