Post by lambertines on Oct 17, 2007 15:18:33 GMT -6
Thoughts are running through Zeke’s mind, mainly the comments of Sycho’s but Zeke is trying his hardest not to laugh as he sits pretty in the back of Spike’s van in a t-shirt with a rather attractive demon woman on the front baring her teeth in front of a pentagram and black cargo shorts that cut just above the knees of Zeke and black Pentagram wrist bands.
Zeke is sat in the strap chair with the New York times across his lap despite being in Virginia. He looks on the front page reading some sort of typical garbage story, he quickly leafs through the articles to read through the obituaries to read about those that have recently diseased. He glances quickly over the names of the typical old people that have passed away but a name catches his attention.
“Donny Milligan, beloved father, incredible husband and great Engineer, Age 58, died of Tragic Car Accident, we will miss you dad, lots of love from Jenny, Phil and Ames”.
Zeke: Hey Spike, does the name Donny Milligan mean anything to you?
Spike: Donny… Donny Milligan… yeah I know him, he’s got a kid I know, a guy called Ames Milligan. Why?
Zeke: Well, I’ve heard you mention the name Milligan before and he’s in the Obituaries of the New York Times.
Spike: What does it say bro?
Zeke: “Donny Milligan, beloved father, awesome husband, blah blah blah, died in a Tragic Car Accident, we will miss you dad lots of love from his wife Jenny and kids Phil and Ames.
Spike: Ah I see, Phil and Ames the Milligan brothers used to run a fed called Chaos Xtreme Wrestling where Ames would do the on-screen stuff and Phil would do the accounts and things but man Donny was a cool guy… he used to let me and Ross sleep in his backyard with Ames when our mom kicked us out for setting fire to things or something dumb like that.
Zeke: I’ll go if you wanna go.
Spike: Alright man. Is there any details for contact or something?
Zeke: Yeah there’s a phone number to Mr. Ro-… aww shit.
Spike: Ross? Dammit, Ames was always bad at choosing people for the job. Speaking of Ross, are we ready for this? We’ve gotta’ get in somehow and we’ve got an insider working there.
Zeke: Aye, good ol’ reliable Charlotte eh?
Spike: Dude… if we make out this ordeal I might ask her to marry me man… I just love her that much.
Zeke: Alrighty that’s fair enough… but what’re we going to do about Sycho back in POW? He still takes himself seriously.
Spike: Give him the old fashioned ass-whooping?
Zeke: Yep… works. Now let’s do this, it’s about time we saved Ross huh?
Spike: Well… I’ve got our battle plan, we’re gonna’ go through the ventilation shafts.
Zeke: And how high are we going to climb?
Spike: A few hundred feet… >_>
Zeke: Fine let’s just go in!
Zeke throws his newspaper down on the ground and hops out of his seat, kicking out of the back door, he leaps down onto the tarmac where Spike is already walking around to meet him. Spike looks at the building in front of him, a tall 7 story high building with a big car park and some street lights dotted around.
There’s not much in the way of security outside save for a few camera, around the side is the power-core where the main access will be through the vents. It’ll be a simple operation providing nothing screws up. Spike and Zeke sprint down the road to the edge of the area where the NSA headquarters are and are within inches of the fence surrounding off the area.
Spike cups his palms and Zeke places his boot on it so Spike can launch him over the top of the rail, Zeke flies and rolls onto his side as he lands with a thump. Zeke then runs across the tarmac car park floor to a security booth where a lone man sits in a wooden chair in a security uniform, Zeke sneaks into the booth leaning against the wall watching the man who starts breathing heavily, he’s a plump old man in his late 40’s.
Zeke sneaks right up behind the man and snaps him in a Sleeper Hold and begins to choke him using his right arm, the man tries to struggle but he soon fades as his oxygen is choked off as he writhes around trying to escape but Zeke pulls him back so the chair falls on the ground.
Zeke grabs the man by his head and slams the back of it onto a metal rail leaving the man slouched across the ground breathing in and out and being left with the delusion that when he wakes up he’ll have just fell and hit his head, Zeke looks around and sees the gate control panel, he then slams his fist on it and the big gate opens.
Spike runs through the gate and Zeke leaves the booth, they both jog off to the power core as we draw to a big ol’ fade.
Zeke is sat in the strap chair with the New York times across his lap despite being in Virginia. He looks on the front page reading some sort of typical garbage story, he quickly leafs through the articles to read through the obituaries to read about those that have recently diseased. He glances quickly over the names of the typical old people that have passed away but a name catches his attention.
“Donny Milligan, beloved father, incredible husband and great Engineer, Age 58, died of Tragic Car Accident, we will miss you dad, lots of love from Jenny, Phil and Ames”.
Zeke: Hey Spike, does the name Donny Milligan mean anything to you?
Spike: Donny… Donny Milligan… yeah I know him, he’s got a kid I know, a guy called Ames Milligan. Why?
Zeke: Well, I’ve heard you mention the name Milligan before and he’s in the Obituaries of the New York Times.
Spike: What does it say bro?
Zeke: “Donny Milligan, beloved father, awesome husband, blah blah blah, died in a Tragic Car Accident, we will miss you dad lots of love from his wife Jenny and kids Phil and Ames.
Spike: Ah I see, Phil and Ames the Milligan brothers used to run a fed called Chaos Xtreme Wrestling where Ames would do the on-screen stuff and Phil would do the accounts and things but man Donny was a cool guy… he used to let me and Ross sleep in his backyard with Ames when our mom kicked us out for setting fire to things or something dumb like that.
Zeke: I’ll go if you wanna go.
Spike: Alright man. Is there any details for contact or something?
Zeke: Yeah there’s a phone number to Mr. Ro-… aww shit.
Spike: Ross? Dammit, Ames was always bad at choosing people for the job. Speaking of Ross, are we ready for this? We’ve gotta’ get in somehow and we’ve got an insider working there.
Zeke: Aye, good ol’ reliable Charlotte eh?
Spike: Dude… if we make out this ordeal I might ask her to marry me man… I just love her that much.
Zeke: Alrighty that’s fair enough… but what’re we going to do about Sycho back in POW? He still takes himself seriously.
Spike: Give him the old fashioned ass-whooping?
Zeke: Yep… works. Now let’s do this, it’s about time we saved Ross huh?
Spike: Well… I’ve got our battle plan, we’re gonna’ go through the ventilation shafts.
Zeke: And how high are we going to climb?
Spike: A few hundred feet… >_>
Zeke: Fine let’s just go in!
Zeke throws his newspaper down on the ground and hops out of his seat, kicking out of the back door, he leaps down onto the tarmac where Spike is already walking around to meet him. Spike looks at the building in front of him, a tall 7 story high building with a big car park and some street lights dotted around.
There’s not much in the way of security outside save for a few camera, around the side is the power-core where the main access will be through the vents. It’ll be a simple operation providing nothing screws up. Spike and Zeke sprint down the road to the edge of the area where the NSA headquarters are and are within inches of the fence surrounding off the area.
Spike cups his palms and Zeke places his boot on it so Spike can launch him over the top of the rail, Zeke flies and rolls onto his side as he lands with a thump. Zeke then runs across the tarmac car park floor to a security booth where a lone man sits in a wooden chair in a security uniform, Zeke sneaks into the booth leaning against the wall watching the man who starts breathing heavily, he’s a plump old man in his late 40’s.
Zeke sneaks right up behind the man and snaps him in a Sleeper Hold and begins to choke him using his right arm, the man tries to struggle but he soon fades as his oxygen is choked off as he writhes around trying to escape but Zeke pulls him back so the chair falls on the ground.
Zeke grabs the man by his head and slams the back of it onto a metal rail leaving the man slouched across the ground breathing in and out and being left with the delusion that when he wakes up he’ll have just fell and hit his head, Zeke looks around and sees the gate control panel, he then slams his fist on it and the big gate opens.
Spike runs through the gate and Zeke leaves the booth, they both jog off to the power core as we draw to a big ol’ fade.