New Geneticon
02-02-2007, 21:36
A tall dark man of about forty-five years old sat in a recliner and read the newspaper. The day had been filled with uneventful information and unenjoyable emails. They had been trying to contact him... again, but he continued to ignore them. He would ignore them for as long as he could.
He knew that sooner or later something had to give. Something bad would happen. Either they would hunt him down, or he would bring himself to giving up, or he would continue to hide until his death. Of course, it wasn't really him doing the hiding was it? No... he was just the cork in the bottle. He was the piece of the puzzle. He was the key to the door.
But you had to find him first. You had to find this key, before the door became availible. You had to find Thomas Watts before you could find the real suprise of the issue.
As he lay in his seat and surfed newspaper electronically, he was suddenly suprised to see a message pop up. "BREAKING NEWS: Geneticon hit by missile!" That was all it read. It sounded bad. It sounded brutal. Yet, Tom was prepared for it. He knew that somehow the missile would come into play one of these days, and this missile had to be the reason they kept trying to get a hold of him.
Tom wouldn't budge. If Geneticon wanted him... they would have to come get him. And he was hiding safe. He thought....
He knew that sooner or later something had to give. Something bad would happen. Either they would hunt him down, or he would bring himself to giving up, or he would continue to hide until his death. Of course, it wasn't really him doing the hiding was it? No... he was just the cork in the bottle. He was the piece of the puzzle. He was the key to the door.
But you had to find him first. You had to find this key, before the door became availible. You had to find Thomas Watts before you could find the real suprise of the issue.
As he lay in his seat and surfed newspaper electronically, he was suddenly suprised to see a message pop up. "BREAKING NEWS: Geneticon hit by missile!" That was all it read. It sounded bad. It sounded brutal. Yet, Tom was prepared for it. He knew that somehow the missile would come into play one of these days, and this missile had to be the reason they kept trying to get a hold of him.
Tom wouldn't budge. If Geneticon wanted him... they would have to come get him. And he was hiding safe. He thought....