Post by lambertines on Oct 9, 2007 13:58:05 GMT -6
Hunting for a Ghost is pretty difficult, but thank God, we’re not looking for a ghost, we’re looking for Spike’s brother who got grabbed by a bunch of merciless goons with no sense other then just to be annoying apparently, it’s pretty pissy that you have to go around hunting for someone and you don’t have a single clue, other then the fact that NSA grabbed him but that leads you straight to the source. The NSA, America’s highest employed Agency, the Agency is tough, but I’m Zeke Inferno, I can do anything.
Zeke: Spike? What are you doing?
The scene is me, Zeke Inferno sat in the van with a bandana wrapped around the bottom half of my face, my plain black shirt and my cargo pants, with a strange cranking noise on the engine. I look over the hood as I sit in the passenger seat, to see the bonnet up, Spike screwing around trying to clip something in with a spanner, I put my feet up on the dashboard and breath heavily, thinking about my big opportunity for Friday for the Title.
Zeke: SPIKE?! What the Hell are you doing?
Spike leans raises his head out of the hood of his car, and slams down the bonnet, he reels around to the side door and pulls open the rusty, creaky door, he then bounds into the drivers seat, he quickly dusts off his Tog jacket
Spike: Zeke, my buddy. I have just kitted this shit out with NITROUS.
Zeke: Awesome! Now, let’s move this thing!
Spike jams the keys in ignition and flicks on the radio, as Gunshot to the Head of Trepidation blares out the speakers, Zeke drums on his lap as Spike revs the engine and speeds off down the road, he courses down the road, dodging all sorts of traffic and people as he drives violently down the Langley streets, he speeds up, faster and faster as heads towards a red light which he speeds straight through, completely ignorant the speeding laws as he drives recklessly through the suburbs of Langley, he slowly directs off to the beginning of a block of tall skyscrapers, he starts to drive more slowly as the van rumbles along the road.
Zeke: We nearly there?
Spike: Yep… and here’s the skinny, we’ve got a girl on the inside.
Zeke: Who?!
Spike: That would be telling. =]
Zeke slams his fist in anger on the back of his seat as the van speeds along the road, Zeke glances briefly into the back of the van to see the torture area, he wonders if he’s going to be using it at all briefly before directing his attention to the road where Spike has nearly crashed into a car for the third time. Zeke ignores this as Spike continues to drive at will down the city streets.
Zeke: Spike? Do you have a license?
Spike: Pfft, of course not!
Zeke: Why can I tell we’re going to get into tonnes of trouble with this subtle plan to get Ross back?
Spike: PAHAHAHAHAHA! Subtle? I’m a Lambert, I don’t do subtle!
Spike swerves the van across the road and swerves his body at the same time, Zeke sees Spike’s pocket swing and he briefly gets a glimpse of a green metal object… a grenade… Zeke drops his jaw as we draw to a fade.
Zeke: Spike? What are you doing?
The scene is me, Zeke Inferno sat in the van with a bandana wrapped around the bottom half of my face, my plain black shirt and my cargo pants, with a strange cranking noise on the engine. I look over the hood as I sit in the passenger seat, to see the bonnet up, Spike screwing around trying to clip something in with a spanner, I put my feet up on the dashboard and breath heavily, thinking about my big opportunity for Friday for the Title.
Zeke: SPIKE?! What the Hell are you doing?
Spike leans raises his head out of the hood of his car, and slams down the bonnet, he reels around to the side door and pulls open the rusty, creaky door, he then bounds into the drivers seat, he quickly dusts off his Tog jacket
Spike: Zeke, my buddy. I have just kitted this shit out with NITROUS.
Zeke: Awesome! Now, let’s move this thing!
Spike jams the keys in ignition and flicks on the radio, as Gunshot to the Head of Trepidation blares out the speakers, Zeke drums on his lap as Spike revs the engine and speeds off down the road, he courses down the road, dodging all sorts of traffic and people as he drives violently down the Langley streets, he speeds up, faster and faster as heads towards a red light which he speeds straight through, completely ignorant the speeding laws as he drives recklessly through the suburbs of Langley, he slowly directs off to the beginning of a block of tall skyscrapers, he starts to drive more slowly as the van rumbles along the road.
Zeke: We nearly there?
Spike: Yep… and here’s the skinny, we’ve got a girl on the inside.
Zeke: Who?!
Spike: That would be telling. =]
Zeke slams his fist in anger on the back of his seat as the van speeds along the road, Zeke glances briefly into the back of the van to see the torture area, he wonders if he’s going to be using it at all briefly before directing his attention to the road where Spike has nearly crashed into a car for the third time. Zeke ignores this as Spike continues to drive at will down the city streets.
Zeke: Spike? Do you have a license?
Spike: Pfft, of course not!
Zeke: Why can I tell we’re going to get into tonnes of trouble with this subtle plan to get Ross back?
Spike: PAHAHAHAHAHA! Subtle? I’m a Lambert, I don’t do subtle!
Spike swerves the van across the road and swerves his body at the same time, Zeke sees Spike’s pocket swing and he briefly gets a glimpse of a green metal object… a grenade… Zeke drops his jaw as we draw to a fade.