24-02-2004, 07:29
"It's not what I want...it's what you offer," smiled Jun. "My employer wants access to your national archives...and since you're in a position of power which grants access...he wants you to open them for him."
The elevator doors slowly rolled open, revealing a tall slim figure. Clad in a torn black suit, the figure marched forward, ignoring the two muscular security guards who stood at the end of the row.
"This is unit number 417," spoke one of the guards into his shoulder mic. "I have an intruder in corridor seventeen....currently engaging." Reaching down to his side, he began to withdraw his automatic.
"Sir? You can't be here," said his counterpart, his hand on his own pistol. Still the man advanced towards them, his eyes downcast on the ground. The flap on the holster unsnapped...
And the man's head snapped up, revealing bloodshot eyes and veins standing out from his neck. With a burst of unholy speed, the thin man rushed forward grabbing the guard's arm before the man had cleared holster. With a noise like nails being wrenched from wet wood, the thin man ripped the guard's arm from its socket, still clutching the automatic handgun.
As the wounded man recoiled screaming, the thin man whirled on the other guard. Raising the dismembered arm, he pulled the arm's trigger finger causing four shots to ring out in the corridor. The other guard collapsed, four smoking holes in his chest.
From around the corner, another four guards dashed having been alerted by the sound of gunfire. The thin man smiled maniacally...then dashed into the middle of them...
The elevator doors slowly rolled open, revealing a tall slim figure. Clad in a torn black suit, the figure marched forward, ignoring the two muscular security guards who stood at the end of the row.
"This is unit number 417," spoke one of the guards into his shoulder mic. "I have an intruder in corridor seventeen....currently engaging." Reaching down to his side, he began to withdraw his automatic.
"Sir? You can't be here," said his counterpart, his hand on his own pistol. Still the man advanced towards them, his eyes downcast on the ground. The flap on the holster unsnapped...
And the man's head snapped up, revealing bloodshot eyes and veins standing out from his neck. With a burst of unholy speed, the thin man rushed forward grabbing the guard's arm before the man had cleared holster. With a noise like nails being wrenched from wet wood, the thin man ripped the guard's arm from its socket, still clutching the automatic handgun.
As the wounded man recoiled screaming, the thin man whirled on the other guard. Raising the dismembered arm, he pulled the arm's trigger finger causing four shots to ring out in the corridor. The other guard collapsed, four smoking holes in his chest.
From around the corner, another four guards dashed having been alerted by the sound of gunfire. The thin man smiled maniacally...then dashed into the middle of them...