Geneticon
23-03-2006, 15:30
Top Secret:
Ray Blox dropped his hand to the semi-auto pistol at his side. This would be way too easy.
He slipped past the border without a sound, and found a quiet farmhouse. This seems to be a good place...
He found a chevy convertable in the open garage. Too easy...
He hot-wired the machine and drove away. Calmly he drove down the roads of Chronosia, no one bothered to stop him, no one got in his way. Far too easy...
Ray grinned a big grin. Today was the day that New Genetican had launched in espionage program, and Ray Blox had been selected as the spy of Chronosia.
How fun is this going to be? A cop pulled up behind him, then kept driving past him. The man hadn't even noticed the car had been stolen. WAY too easy...
Ray was homefree... time to get to the capital and do his job.
---
Three hours later, Ray sat in the middle of a sofa. A very comfortable sofa. here in the capital he had established himself as someone on vacation, and he had taken up a hotel room. He lay on his back reading the Chronosia newspaper.
He spotted something in the paper that grabbed his attention. Sports. Now that is something that New Genetican didn't have. When Ray returned he would have to make a clear case to get sports popular in his homeland.
He tossed the paper aside and breathed deeply.
Yes, he worked for his county... or at least he claimed to. But he worked for himself more. He was a killer. Ray was born to kill. Since he was a child, killing had been a part of his existance. It was a ritual for him... literally.
To Ray, it was all about power and control. If he had the power of a life in his hands, he couldn't be happier.
The government of New Genetican believed that they had sent Ray on a mission to discover some important information about the military secrets of Chronosia. But Ray was here for a different reason.
Blood.
Ray Blox was here to kill. His mouth flooded with the taste of copper as he thought about the word. Kill...
His urge was almost unbearable. He had to satisfy his blood lust. He would kill tonight... most carefully. He would kill a Chronosian, and he could not be caught. How could a native of New Genetican be traced to a Chronosian's death?
He smiled. Kill... too easy.
Ray Blox dropped his hand to the semi-auto pistol at his side. This would be way too easy.
He slipped past the border without a sound, and found a quiet farmhouse. This seems to be a good place...
He found a chevy convertable in the open garage. Too easy...
He hot-wired the machine and drove away. Calmly he drove down the roads of Chronosia, no one bothered to stop him, no one got in his way. Far too easy...
Ray grinned a big grin. Today was the day that New Genetican had launched in espionage program, and Ray Blox had been selected as the spy of Chronosia.
How fun is this going to be? A cop pulled up behind him, then kept driving past him. The man hadn't even noticed the car had been stolen. WAY too easy...
Ray was homefree... time to get to the capital and do his job.
---
Three hours later, Ray sat in the middle of a sofa. A very comfortable sofa. here in the capital he had established himself as someone on vacation, and he had taken up a hotel room. He lay on his back reading the Chronosia newspaper.
He spotted something in the paper that grabbed his attention. Sports. Now that is something that New Genetican didn't have. When Ray returned he would have to make a clear case to get sports popular in his homeland.
He tossed the paper aside and breathed deeply.
Yes, he worked for his county... or at least he claimed to. But he worked for himself more. He was a killer. Ray was born to kill. Since he was a child, killing had been a part of his existance. It was a ritual for him... literally.
To Ray, it was all about power and control. If he had the power of a life in his hands, he couldn't be happier.
The government of New Genetican believed that they had sent Ray on a mission to discover some important information about the military secrets of Chronosia. But Ray was here for a different reason.
Blood.
Ray Blox was here to kill. His mouth flooded with the taste of copper as he thought about the word. Kill...
His urge was almost unbearable. He had to satisfy his blood lust. He would kill tonight... most carefully. He would kill a Chronosian, and he could not be caught. How could a native of New Genetican be traced to a Chronosian's death?
He smiled. Kill... too easy.