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Morpheus
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« on: September 20, 2009, 05:07:44 PM » |
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I sat there looking through the monitor at what I just saw. I couldn't fucking believe it. The look on the guy's face who got smacked was absolutely priceless. I laughed so hard I thought I was actually going to piss all over myself . What I ended up doing was spilling my coffee all over my notebook, down my lab coat and then all over my lap so that I actually DID look like I pissed allllllllll over myself. After a few complimentary cursory curse words I remember thinking that if anything, I was a tad, moderately impressed by the Incredible Hulk in the flannel shirt and blue jeans. It was then that I was struck by a stroke of Devine genius that permeated my thoughts. An idea of quantum proportions, unprescedented in the anals of humankind filled my head. I opened the mike back up and spoke back, addressing Billy Ray directly. "I could give you the five thousand dollars, if that's what you wanted, but where you're all headed it wouldn't do you one iota of "any" good. I emphasize...any. No... I've got something much better planned for all of you. Something much better than easy money. Something I've never offered or given anyone in my dozen or so years of doing this. At great risk to my own freedom and possibly this whole operation, I am going to give you a chance." What was I doing? What did I just say? Something about this guy and and this group just grabbed me and got the better of my gambling instincts. They intrigued me. For a moment I even entertained the idea of somehow capitalizing on the concept. But then, that would go against the true nature of the "Plan" wouldn't it? "If for any remote reason any of you in this group happen to survive the next 30 days on the island, not only will I bring you back to safety and freedom, I will give each of you 1 million dollars of undeclared, tax free, cash. That should give your primitve, more primeaval, basic survival skills an incentive" I took another sip from what was left in my coffee cup, and tried to wipe up some of my mess. I knew it was a sucker bet, and I knew that most, if not all, would get killed pretty quick probably in the first 3 hours. That big guy however looked interesting. Interesting enough for me to drop a few million bucks on the deal if he could actually pull it off. "What do you say Big Boy? You seem to have the room, are you in or what?" I pushed my chair away from the console and rolled over to a buss of wall switches behind me. I looked at the small screens again and fealt that somehow the big guy could actually see me through the dark gray murkiness of the black and white monitors. "Well, the way I see it is," he replied in slightly long, slow, drawl, "we're goin' eeethur way, whether we wunt to er not...might as well get paid fer it. I spose wer in." I smiled and spoke back to him one last time, "Wise choice there Slim. Good luck and I really hope to see you in 30 days and don't worry I've never welched on a bet ever. As a show of good faith I'll be leaving...you specifically, a little something. And just so you know, through some pretty clever means at my disposal, I can and will be keeping an eye on you." I clicked off the mike and watched them mouthing silently back at me before the big one flipped me off with one of his thick sausagey fingers. I gave him a little wave, then quietly muttered to myself; 'Nighty night you big ungreatful mother fucker. Shit just got interesting for all of you, lets see how you all do in a couple of hours after you wake up. I hope you appreciate it.' Now came the time to put everybody to sleep. I flipped up three toggles that blinked orange until all the accompanying led lights blinked to green. Within the next 15 minutes the room would be completely and silently filled with a safe non toxic incapacitating anesthetic. Within 30, all my guests would be disabled on the observation room floor and under my power. MORE TO COME..............
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