imported_Eniqcir
09-11-2003, 05:28
One toke over the line, sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
Sittin' downtown in a railway station
One toke over the line.
Siryl whistled to himself as he waited. He sat in the Amaranth maglec station, waiting for a train up north.
imported_Eniqcir
10-11-2003, 18:15
Atomjacks for Vastitas stations, please report to platform 3. Repeat, Atomjacks for Vastitas stations, please report to platform 3.
"Ah, that's me," thought Siryl. Within minutes, he was hurtling at high speeds through an evacuated tunnel towards a tiny dome on the seafloor. Supposedly, Aelosia had recently claimed the area. That could pose some problems if they ever discovered the facilities.
They'd cross that bridge when they came to it, however.
Under the dome, a structure similar to an oil derrick sat on the drained seabed. Beneath it, a 2-foot wide hole extended downward 3 kilometers.
imported_Eniqcir
11-11-2003, 23:19
Though he couldn't see it through the quite opaque walls of the train and the exceeding darkness of the ocean depths, Siryl knew exactly what the facility should look like. A 100 meter, not quite hemispherical central dome, with three towers rising from the seafloor around, separated 120 degrees from each other. A long tunnel woudl extend from a point in between two of the towers, leading to a concrete bunker some 150 meters away from the rest of the structure. That was where the Aquaduct connected, as well as the maglev tunnel.
As he exited the train within the small bunker, Siryl felt very pleased with himself. His briefcase carried no less than 1.5 kilograms of uranium- not enriched, of course, that stuff was brought in under much heavier guard, but still quite substantial.
After checking in with the station clerk, Siryl made straight for the Big Store Room. After placing his hand on a black plate in the wall, the thick metal door slid open to reveal row upon row and shelf upon shelf of small-scale nuclear devices. Down a row, down a row, next shelf over... he set down his case and flicked the latches. The briefcase fell open to reveal an inch of lead lining, an several bars of uranium encased in glass. After carefully putting each one in its place, Siryl quickly closed the case, and walked out of the room. The next 'bot would be going in in about 30 minutes, and he didn't want to miss it.