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Stop That Man! - looqas - 09-16-2009
Terry was desperate. Sweat ran down on his back as he paced the hotel room. The clock sang half past 6 in the morning. The night had been sleepless for him. And he doubted he could sleep before the lost ram-disk was his again.
"They are going to kill me for sure if they find out that I don't have the material anymore. There's no stopping them if they find out that I've lost it. How could I have been so stupid last night and gotten rolled up in that back alley."
The only good thing about the lost disk that it was DNA encrypted, so that only he could open it.
"I MUST HAVE IT BACK WHATEVER THE COST!" he thought feverishly.
....
Mr. Benoit raised his eyes and saw a very, very nervous man coming through the door and stood up to proffer his hand. The man took it and squeezed it too hard in sign of frayed nerves.
"He must be under a very great pressure. Good. They always make a good bargain." Benoit thought.
"What can I do for you Mr...?"
"Hamm. I need something that was mine returned to me. Without any delay! It absolutely vital that I have it back. Don't you understand? I could be killed anytime now without it." Terry was practically shouting.
"Calm down Mr. Hamm. Here, sit down. Coffee?"
"Screw your coffee. Let's talk business." Terry said impatiently.
"What do you want us to retrieve for you Mr. Hamm?"
"A memory disk. Nothing of value to you, but to me it's literally a matter of life and death. I lost it yesterday after I got mugged. And for reasons of my own I can't go to the police with this."
"This might be difficult. You have any idea who took it?"
"No, but I saw the same guy in the Blue Moon bar before he must have obviously followed me out. He talked to the bartender and they seemed to know each other."
"Just find it. Whatever it takes. I don't want to hear any details. Just find it!"
......
Man flew to the wall with a thud and slid down to the floor. Blood was running all over his face.
"You have something I need badly. Dons want it badly! Where's the disk?"
"I don't have it. I sold it to this one guy to get a fix. He was the captain of the trade vessel Deep.Pockets. I heard him talk about the ship in the bar."
"Pray that he still has it." The man said and he left.
The bloody man crawled to the toilet and felt one of his tooth to be loose with the tip of his tongue when the door opened again.
"I see someone has gotten here before me. Care to tell me the same you did to him? Or we could continue were he left off if you wish."
"No! He went after a guy captaining the trading ship Deep.Pockets."
"Thank you. And I hope you learned your lesson of robbing wrong people."
// I have to resort to this so we are clear on how this works. This is a mini event of sorts together with this bounty thread. You are to get the disk from Deep.Pockets whatever the cost. Killing if necessary. But the catch is that you'll become a target after that, so I'll update the bounty board with your name. We go through 3 guys in the same manner (each becoming a target himself) and the killer (or if you manage to talk to him/her to give you the disk without killing all the better.) And no "giving" the disk to me to get out of the situation, ok? So if you decide to play along please use a character that's online reasonably often. The "killer" of the 5th guy gets the bonus and we have reached the end. Once you have completed your part you can not take part again. Simple, no? Anyway I would greatly enjoy seeing you write here too and take part in this group RP. Especially if you are currently in the possession of the disk. Take the disk to some friends at some places for examination if you wish. Tell how you feel being hunted. Make the story better. If you have any questions, please make them here
Stop That Man! - looqas - 09-17-2009
"What did he mean that he'd better watch his back? Who were those men that had been asking after him at the Freeport 6? Was someone following him?", captain of the Deep Pockets wondered after reading the flash message from one of his acquaintances.
"This does not make sense. I'd better take this H-Fuel load to California Minor and see if those mysterious people follow him there too. Much safer in the core worlds. Getting caught out in the middle of nowhere in the outer worlds with possible hostiles was a good way to get killed."
"I'll do trading around Liberty until this thing blows over he decided. Much safer there.", he decided.
He had a bad feeling about this. Something was happening, but what? As he continued flying the answer was eluding him and made him chew his lip in worry.
Stop That Man! - looqas - 09-21-2009
Someone was following him. He had felt it. That's why he had laid low for the end of the last week.
"What could they want from him?"", he wondered.
Stop That Man! - looqas - 09-21-2009
"So that was what all the creepy stuff was about. A RAM disk of all things. A single RAM disk that I bought from that lowlife. But the hunter had been adamant of getting his hands on it no matter how civil she had been. Bah, who cares? The easiest 1,4 million I've ever made", he thought with the smile and replayed the transcript 1 and 2 again...
Stop That Man! - Ayem - 09-21-2009
Marilynne gazed out the spotless window of her small house in Derby, New London and watched her cat walk without a moment of imbalance along the top of the left fence. The adjoining property held a garden kept with far less care than Marilynne's own, and she saw the wild tangle of this year's hedge growth. Blackthorn, it looked to be. Quite unreasonable, as hedges go. She far preferred the hibiscus hedge she'd cultivated over her three year tenancy, separated from that ungentle neighbour by only a flimsy wooden fence that rose three feet above it, with the blackthorn a foot again above that.
With the evening sun, her cat walked in the shade. Rebel's tortoise shell fur still seemed as distinct as ever regardless of shadow and Marilynne could see each shape and weave of colour painted across his face and flank. He turned a blue eye on her and, she could have sworn, rolled it.
With a huff she lifted her mug of tea again, felt the warm presence of the steam against her cheeks and forehead, and sipped. On the windowsill sat the RAM disk, an odd little contraption. So harmless it seemed on the outside and yet it might hold the most terrible information. Marilynne resolved not to check the contents.
"It would be unprofessional," she said to the room. The surfaces, cupboards, the table, kettle and sink all ignored her. The kettle was engaged in its own little murmur, still recovering from its recent boil.
Rebel scratched at the white-painted kitchen door that led into the garage. There was a catflap there, but it did not lead into the rest of the house. A choice made long ago by a previous tenant, or the owner. Every week she resolved to fix the issue by installing a catflap in the kitchen door. Every week without fail, she forgot.
Marilynne caught Rebel under his armpits, she always called them armpits because legpits just sounded silly, and lifted him to sit on her shoulder. He sat, without complaint, like a furry parrot. They looked together out at the garden.
"I've sent a message to Mr Benoit, to let him know I have the disk. But you know, I think that poor man's paranoia rubbed off on me. The entire way home to London from California, a starflier tracked me. I stopped by Curacao, and it stopped with me. Curious, don't you think?"
Rebel, in obvious amazement, had no reply.
"Yes. I think I lost him at the space port, though. He was a mercenary, I'm sure of that. Oh hear me blather on, how do I know what he was? Sure he had the requisite scarring on his face and neck, but he could be a postman, or a shuttle pilot!"
Rebel chose to respond. His mouth opened a fraction, his small lower teeth were revealed, and then he closed it again.
Marilynne scratched the cat behind his ear before lowering Rebel to the wood panel floor. "I've another bounty to chase this evening, just a wayward Molly. Nothing serious. He broke a stool in a bar and was so spooked by the incident he ran off without paying. The bounty is pittance, and is only to find him and hand over the bill, but it will make a nice change. It isn't every day that I make forty million credits. Nor should I expect it."
Marilynne finished her tea in silence while the hibiscus flowers swayed in the light breeze.