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Post by Atticus Batman on May 13, 2015 4:03:21 GMT
I glanced at Belle before she left. "Yes I suppose you can run this place without me a little longer, though I am growing tired of beeing locked away in this infirmary. So I do look forward to getting back to work, when Tianna and Doctor Orion let me. I do however have one or 2 surprises as Commander that I can do from in here, though. Oh yes, twins. Our son did say something about his sister being boring, among other things. So we will have twins, one of each it seems."
After Belle left I kiss Lady again. Then I say, "Missed you Snow Angel. Give me a second. Now that I know you are fine, I will see to my surprises that I had planned for our psycho-babblers, then I am all yours. Nurse could you please bring me my hailer?"
The nurse reluctantly does so, then I contact Volodja. "Fool, thank you for helping Lady again. In appreciation of what you do for everyone here, I ordered Ralph all kinds of stuff for some French cousine. So if you can provide him with whatever recipes he may require and he hasn't already done so, then he can make you everything you want...Well almost everything. I did kind of throw all the snails at Belle when she Volged out. So no Escargot for you! Atleast not until he can order more. So go ahead and tell Ralph I let you know about his shipment of French cusine goods, and then enjoy. Talk later."
I close the Hailer then contact Zork and ask him to come see me. When Zork arrives, I ask him about our new psycho-therapy wing. "Commander I do have everything cleaned up and all the currently unneeded equipment hauled to one of our other storerooms. So the two former storerooms there are empty and the 3 exam rooms prepared as asked."
I look at Zork. "Have any of the holo emmiters shipments from the 13th Dragoons arrived yet?"
He says, "Yes sir. Two complete holo-room systems arrived as did several smaller emmitters."
I nod. "Alright Zork. Use those holo-room systems to turn the two former storerooms in our new psycho-therapy wing into fully functional holo-therapy rooms. Volodja can show Wolfram how to use those to help patients. Then have some smaller emmitters installed in the three exam rooms. That will make it possible for Volodja's EGO, Sophie, to help him in anyway needed. As well as making it possible for Volodja and Wolfram to create a Holographic assistant if they need one. One more thing. Wolfram walked out, to talk to Doctor Orion, as you came in. Could you please tell him I need to see him right away."
Zork agrees and heads to do everything that was asked of him, including sending Wolfram back in. When the older man walks in I greet him. "Greetings Wolfram. I know we never officially met, but I am Atticus Batman. I am in charge of this insane asylum that we all call home. I understand you just officially met Kakusi. I hope he wasn't to bad. He can be very condecending to everyone.
Anyway, I called you back in here for a reason. We found a hidden chamber behind medical. The door to it is near Doctor Orion's office. In that "new" wing are 3 exam rooms, that I have had converted to therapy rooms, and am having some basic holo-emmitters installed in them. Those can be used to solidify a holographic or EGO person, just as the ones in the Mess hall do. So if you want you can use them to create a holographic assitant, or even a holographic version of somebody from history, if you can find enough information to create a decent likeness. So you could even have a visit with Sigmund Freud if you want.
There are also two storrooms in there, that Zork is going to convert into Holo-therapy rooms. They are a smaller version of our main Holo-rooms, so they can do pretty much everything that those rooms can. So you can fully emerse a patient, whoi can see, in whatever traumatic incident that you need to help them with. I am sure Volodja can help show you how to use all the holo equipment. I am not sure what Belle did with the device Volodja just used to help Lady, but we can have more of those made to Volodja's specs if you need. There is also a nice sized office in the back of that wing. It will be your new office. So you have your own wing to run and don't have to work from your private quarters. One more thing. I understand you insist that you need a distillery. Well I insist I be allowed to try your homemade stuff. I would also like to see if you could make me something decent using some of the ingredients that my body requires to survive, but that isn't required. Think of it more as a friendly request. If you can't or won't, then it is not a problem, since I do have a steady supply of my Irathiant Rums. It would just be nice to have something different to drink on occasion. Anyway when you go check out the new wing, be sure to visit your office. We found a nice sized still in there. I ordered Zork to fix it up and leave it in there. So now you have an office, a whole wing to help patients in and a very nice still. Glad to have you here, Doctor."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 13, 2015 4:20:30 GMT
"Alles für mich?" asked Wolfram. "I mean - everything for me? Thank you very much. I am sure that I will be enjoying my new office and especially that distillery, because I am starting to run out of stock already. But I can find bottle or two for you without a charge. Kakusi was fine, I must say. He even let me call by his first name. Only one who he was picking with was Volodja, but I noticed that my friend managed to impress Kakusi in certain way. Speaking of Volodja... I am sure that he makes a great apprentice for me. Keeps my notes in ordnung, und so weiter. If you excuse me then I will go and see my new working station." Wolfram smiled victoriously and left the infirmary to claim and explore his new territory, although he knew that he has to share it with Volodja, but he was not objecting that, because he always liked to work with him, either on distilling booze or curing hurt souls. They had chemistry needed for working together. Wolfram's (mostly unused) knowledge and experience and Volodja's fresh ideas and practice dealing with extreme cases in extreme situations made them to be really effective duo.
He was glad about his future perspectives. New office and three therapy rooms plus two holo rooms, a chance to get a new holographic assistant and a brand new distillery, so he can keep river of his aqua vitae flooding. Everything seemed to be fine for him from now on.
Wolfram explored rooms carefully and told technicians to hurry up, because he wanted to test those new holo rooms personally, before they can start with therapy of Erika's children. Maybe he should mention that to Volodja as well, because they both could use another trip to Europe. Volodja obviously wanted to bring his virtual girlfriend with him. Matter of taste, of course - Wolfram would prefer real women, but he knew that Volodja was unconventional thinker with his crazy ideas, which seemed to work against all odds, so he can allow himself an extravagant taste about his love interest too. And Sandy was really adorable. Tough soldier at first sight, but really...girlish and sweet, when Volodja was around, Wolfram had to admit, so he was happy for them.
Exploration ended with most satisfying results and Wolfram didn't return into his cabin right away, but spent some time with his new friend Dr. Orion, because he wanted to share his joy with somebody.
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 13, 2015 8:40:46 GMT
After everyone is gone, Doctor Orion pops in long enough to insist we get back into bed since we both need some more rest. So I pick Lady up and carry her to her bed, then I crawl in beside her. Orion can keep his daking Grid cage! Once we are in a bed again Doctor Orion leaves and closes the door to give us privacy for a little while. As Lady snuggles into me again, I kiss her passionately.
"It is great to have you back and remembering who I am again!" I kiss her again and this time squeeze her butt, before sliding my hand up and just holding her against me, enjoying the closeness and love that we share.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 13, 2015 8:45:43 GMT
"It's a date then, Lena. And I am sure now that you can bargain. I do wonder what other values do you possess? Don't worry - I am not asking about your bank account. We haven't become that close yet, to play: "You'll show me yours, I'll show you mine" with our finances," said Marcel and made couple of triceps stretches. "Too boring here, Lena. Way too boring. Is it always been so boring in this base? Those nice people have nothing entertaining to offer us. Goodness is really boring thing, so I can't understand why some really colourful people bother themselves with it. Do you have any ideas, to make time pass quicker, Lena?"
Marcel hated waiting and doing absolutely nothing. At least he didn't like to wait to be released from his cell. It was not comparable with waiting his targets to appear into telescopic sight. That kind of waiting was exciting and most of all, profitable. There was a profit at the end of waiting in his cell too, but he could not act on his own as he was used to. And being at others mercy was not a thing to enjoy. All of that made him to feel like the Count of Monte-Cristo, imprisoned in Château d'If. But Marcel didn't planned to wait fourteen years, like Edmond Dantes did, to get his hands into pile of scrip. But at moment he had to wait at least couple of hours more before he will be free as a bird. Hopefully Lena has something in her mind to spend those long boring hours. She could tell a tale or something like that.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 13, 2015 11:50:58 GMT
Erika Widowmaker, from her post at the War Room, was wondering if she wasn't finally feeling her age. She was so incredibly tired. She never remembered feeling so tired. She was tired of worrying as to whether her children Cael and Kara would ever shake off the Mistress of Judgment's brainwashing. She was tired of worrying where her EGO's new found emotions would take it and how it would affect its performance. She was tired of worrying what the revelation of her secret would do to her relationship with the other team members, particularly Atticus and Lady. She was tired of being tired. As Belle Starr sashayed into the War Room and to the command console, Erika was grateful to see her. Erika still considered Belle her best friend, although even she did not know Erika's secret and although their relationship had been strained a bit of late. Belle's diamond blue ones looked with concern into Erika's jade ones, seeing the dark circles around them, and suggested, "Let me take over your shift until Chloe comes on duty! I think I've had enough rest for a while, since there was nothing else to do in my new quarters," Then Belle added with a mischievous smile, "Unless y'all want me back under lock and key!" Erika slowly shook her head, replying, "I regretfully still believe your inner Volge is a danger to the base, but I'm too tired to even care at the moment. Atticus thinks you can handle it, and it's his authority as base commander that matters. If I had my way, I would give you the keys to your Challenger and send you on your way to another road trip, although I would also go with you to keep you company." The two woman smiled at each other, knowing that they shared a bond of kinship that only two girlfriends can have when each believes the other to be a sister from another mother, then Belle ordered, "Go to bed Erika! Please! Now! I promise not to Volge-out until you awaken!" "Okay Belle," Agreed Erika, "I just have one more task to do before I go to sleep." Erika left the War Room, but instead of going to her quarters, she went down the winding hallways of the team base to the brig. Kaj looked up with a question on his face from his paperwork at his desk post, and she just nodded in recognition to him and then the two security guards in the room, but didn't slow her stride to the jail cell holding Lena Marr. Lena rose from her post, a smirk on her lush lips, about to make some smart ass remark Erika was sure. In one smooth motion, Erika pulled her Magnum pistol from it's low slung holster at her side, aiming and firing point blank at Lena's surprised face. A small red hole appeared in Lena's chalk white forehead, just above and between her startled sky blue eyes as the back of her skull blew out, scattering her brains and pink blood all over the back wall of the jail cell. Erika then turned his gun on the human male in the cell next to Lena's. She had watched the brig footage of both, and although she didn't know what they were planning, she knew it had to be no good. From the interviews of them she had reviewed, it was obvious that they were cut from the same cloth, wicked brigands through and through. Erika pointed the large handgun at him, as he raised his hands palms forward pleading for her not to shoot, but she fired anyway, sure that Kaj and the guards could not stop her before she did, and thinking, "Let Justice finally be served!"  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 13, 2015 11:58:33 GMT
"Sic transit gloria mundi," concluded Volodja, seeing Belle leaving. He enjoyed every moment being with Belle, but all good things won't last long. "It was sweet but short moment of intellectual bliss, not to mention excellent taste experience, but even Plato had to end his Symposium." Saying that Volodja returned dishes to Ralph and his kitchen crew and went to his cabin, like a nobleman going to exile after losing favour of his monarch. On his way he bumped into Wolfram or to be honest, Wolfram bumped into him, and declared good news about new psychiatric facility of the base to Volodja and asked him to join on his first test drive of new holo chambers, because he insisted maintenance team to finish them first and his distillery finished second. And now holo rooms were ready to use, so zwei kameraden spent their way to them arguing about their travel destination. Therapy rooms were smaller than training rooms, so no huge landscapes or city tours for them. Better to choose one static environment, but which one? After long discussion freids looked at each other and said together: "Weimar!" Town of Johann Goethe and Friedrich Schiller, Johann Sebastian Bach, Franz Liszt and Johann Nepomuk Hummel, Johann Gottfried Herder and Arthur Schoppenhauer, Richard Wagner and Richard Strauss, Lucas Cranach the elder and Paul Klee. Even Marlene Dietrich lived there so Weimar had really rich cultural heritage. Perfect place to have couple of beers and discuss about Wolfram's Goethe obsession. Especially when Volodja caught contamination from him and ended up quoting Goethe's verses, after they met again in Wolfram's hideout. They had couple of beers in virtual bierstube, called "Zum Goethebrunnen", while were discussing about Werther effect, a spike of emulation suicides after a widely publicized suicide. It was interesting phenomenon from cultural and psychological points of view. Goethe's novel "The Sorrows of Young Werther" caused so called Werther-Fieber (Werther Fever) after it was published, which brought along lot of cultural changes, because thousands of young European males dressed like Werther was described in the novel and Goethe's novel also led to some of the first known examples of copycat suicide in modern history, so Wolfram and Volodja were soon caught into topic and they even didn't noticed how their table was covered with empty virtual beer glasses. Even Sophie popped out and sitting on an oak bench by Volodja's side tasted some beer and observed their argument with mysterious smile on her virtual lips. Other side of Volodja was still empty...  |
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Post by Belle Starr on May 13, 2015 12:27:53 GMT
"Wake up Erika!" Belle Starr said emphatically as she shook her friend's shoulder vigorously, trying to stir her friend asleep at the War Room command console. "Wha-What happened?" Asked Erika, a slight slur in her voice. "You fell asleep while we were talking!" It was obvious from the look on Belle's pretty freckled face that she was alarmed as she continued talking, "I had just asked if y'all wanted to keep me locked up, and bingo - y'all were out like a light!" "It seemed so real..." Erika mumbled, blinking her jade green eyes several times before standing up from her post, saying, "You are right Belle, I need some sleep! I'll visit my children afterwards." With that, Erika headed out of the war room and to her quarters while Belle made herself comfortable at the command console. Belle had a feeling of uneasiness, so on a hunch she checked the security cameras in the brig to make sure everything was secure with the prisoners, reassuring herself that they were. As she went through the daily status reports by the base personnel, smiling at Chloe Mac Guyver's whose were always written with such saucy language, she decided to take out her encrypted hailer and made a call. "Hey Mark! How has the relocation of Headquarters from the East Coast to the West Coast gone? The board of directors happy with their new home? Good? Good!" Belle asked, her charming southern drawl more emphasized than usual, "Yeah, things have been busy here too, with our base being blown up and all! About that, we need to relocate to somewhere more secure, and the location needs to be hidden even from the other directors! Yes, I know, you'd like me to be closer to you - in more ways then one!" She giggled melodically as someone could be heard laughing pleasantly on the other end of the line, "But if VBI's Division of Security Analysis isn't secure, than neither is the rest of VBI, y'all know that! We ARE all on the same page as to where we want VBI to progress, right? Good! So I'm going to need some more capital - now no but Belle please! You and the other directors knew it was going to be expensive in the short run but pay off big time in the long! Change, particularly change in organizational culture, costs! Okay, then, open bank account, with me giving you monthly reports, same as before! And Mark... I promise y'all won't regret it! We will make VBI a name to be respected again, and do a lot of good for this old ball of mud to boot! Take care now, you hear!" With finances and routine tasks taken care of, Belle felt she had the time to work on her personal project as she was on call for the next crisis. Using what she learned from her hacker squad and the making of the computer program that helped Lady regain her memory, Belle began constructing a program that was much more elaborate, and which would when completed, be much more personally gratifying. Meanwhile in the brig, Marcel had voiced his desire to hear a story, triggering Lena to roll her sky blue eyes at him and to say, "You know, the humans have a saying: A penny for your thoughts. It will take a lot more scrip than that if you want mine! However, you're the boss, and if you want to spend your one-time-only-freebie on a story, Gods forbid me to deny you, although I can think of much more enjoyable ways to spend it." Lena laid comfortably on her jail cell bunk, staring at the ceiling, as she began, "Once upon a time their was a Princess. She had a rich and comfortable life, with plenty of gold and food... and servants... and people who adored her. Most importantly to her, she had a Prince Charming, but a wicked witch killed him. So she pined away, missing him, but most importantly, missing out on all the great stuff she had - all the creature comforts her kingdom could afford to offer her, were ultimately wasted on her. The sad Princess rejected all that was offered to her - gold, food, men - just to live in the past, until... she starved to death. Happy ending: The hell bugs enjoyed her corpse immensely! The end! Now entertain you own damn self and wake me when it's time to go." With that, Lena turned over on her side, staring at the blank wall of her cell with wide sky blue eyes, thinking that if she was that Princess, she would have a hell of a good time. Lena both liked and envied the Princess Belle, but felt that the good life was most often wasted on the good.  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 13, 2015 14:01:46 GMT
"Love those happy endings," muttered Marcel, settling himself to his cot into more comfortable position. The ice queen was way too greedy for his taste, but he had to accept that feature, because you have to pay the price if you want your business partners to be happy. He asked to hear a story and he heard one, so he can't complain. Still - Marcel hoped that Lena would be mature enough to understand his hidden meanings, but he already suspected that she deliberately turned things into way she liked and avoided to give away freebies, when she found a reason to do so. Smart! But also a costly for him, so it's better to have one time gig with her, because long term relationship with Lena may cause him getting bankrupt prematurely.
Hopefully she does her part perfectly, but no need for encore after ovations. Wise man must keep his finances balanced and all the entertaining parts of life must be free or achievable with reasonable bargaining. Marcel's charm usually got him there where he wanted and he was not intending to change that aspect of his life.
He actually missed those times back in Europe when he worked with Volodja or against him. At least it was interesting and didn't cost him too much, except dignity some times, but it also increased his will to beat Volodja once and for all. Setting up his schemes and waiting for Volodja's contra manoeuvres was like playing a chess game. But now...those days are gone. Volodja is on the less evil side, as he always was, and he won't help Marcel to accomplish his goals. Volodja would create a sting scheme for Varus just for fun and intellectual challenge, not for scrip, but he would NEVER accepted Marcel's idea, because under that easy going appearance he had, Volodja was way too chivalrous to do something really wicked. So he has to work with Lena this time and pay for every move she makes.
"Merde," he said to himself. "Why the best people always have to work for the wrong side?"
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 13, 2015 14:01:50 GMT
As Lady and Atticus cuddled and enjoyed each other's company, Sandy, Lady's EGO Psyche, doubled checked Lady and the twin's vitals, finding them all in the acceptable range, so she asked Lady through the telepathic link they shared, "Please, can I go NOW?" "Sure," Said Lady, "Enjoy." "Sandy appeared next to Volodja, kissing his cheek, then intertwining his arm with hers, and listening intently at the conversation, although she had never even heard of Goethe before. She did know good beer though, and after having several had a nice buzz going. She indeed enjoyed herself immensely, but just being with him and nothing else would have done that and the buzz too.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 13, 2015 15:17:49 GMT
"Das ist unrecht!" complained Wolfram. "Not fair. Three against one."
"Not quite right," said Sophie. "I am totally neutral and just enjoying your argument. And Sandy enjoys her beer and being close to Volodja, so it's still a duel between two of you. Only advantage Volodja has, is Sandy's moral support and I am fine with that. Sandy does him good after hard day at work. And Volodja has the same effect on Sandy. Can't you see them positively glowing ever since they sat side by side? We should cancel that argument at moment and give them some privacy, Wolfram. Let's call it a draw and now you can argue with me in next table. I'll be taking over from here, Volodja. Enjoy your time with Sandy."
And she stood up, grabbed Wolfram's sleeve and led him to another table, so Sandy and Volodja could enjoy their brief moment of happiness without being disturbed, because Sophie knew, that Sandy has to go back soon, leaving Volodja alone again and already prepared to distract him somehow, when it happens. Until then Volodja used his chance to take Sandy his arms and kiss her passionately, forgetting everything and everyone around them completely, smelling sweet scent of her hair and feeling her warmth with his skin, because he also knew in his heart that their special time will be short and soon she has to go back to her duties. But he released his hands soon, because maybe she wanted more beer or listen that argument and Volodja wanted to give her that opportunity. They were together and that should be enough for him. But he still wanted to maintain physical contact with her so he let his hand rest on her knee, feeling fabric of her EMC uniform under his long and slim fingers.
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 13, 2015 21:34:45 GMT
While I am holding Lady, Dinara appears in holographic form. "Lady! Glad that you are back! We have been so worried! Now Atty will finally calm down some too!" Dinara disappears back in my head as I continue cuddling and kissing Lady. I lay there, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, while I finally let my body finish healing, with it doing much better now that I have nutrients in my system and most importantly Lady back.
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 14, 2015 0:31:49 GMT
Lady Christianna smiled her Mona Lisa smile at Dinara, replying, "No, us," then Lady showered Atticus with kisses, giggling when ever she came up for breath. Unseen by both at the moment, Lady's blue pendant stone began to have tiny lights of green dancing within it. At the same time, Sandy, Lady's Ego psyche was sharing a passionate kiss with Volodja in a German beer hall simulated in the holo-suite, and as he put a hand on her knee, warmth spread through her fatigues upwards from where he touched her. She grinned, hoping she was reciprocating the feeling by stroking gently his inner thigh... then suddenly she felt a tug on the back her dress as she was yanked from Volodja's side into darkness. "Hey Sandy, whachatdoin?" Asked a small girl's voice in the darkness. Two questions immediately popped into Sandy's mind. First, "When did I change into a dress?" and second, "Who the hell?"  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 14, 2015 3:32:44 GMT
Volodjas moment of happiness was not meant to last. Sandy disappeared suddenly, leaving him behind, like she had to do when duty called her. Volodja's mind told him that nothing was wrong with that, but his heart protested by it's own way, by aching slightly. Sophie saw what happened and apologized to Wolfram for cancelling their intellectual debate, but she promised continue as soon as possible. Then she rushed to Volodja and said:
"Maybe we should change the scenery for you? Your Paris apartment was lovely, so..."
"No thank you, Sophie dear. I think, I need some fresh air instead, so I will have a short joyride in real world. Can't be living in a dream all the time, because it always means waking up."
Volodja left Wolfram into the bierstube, because old guy liked to be there and wanted to spend some more time in a good company of beer glasses. Volodja didn't went to the garage, because he didn't want to borrow a car. Especially when his was still hidden near the base, ready to be used every time when he feels like it. After his joyride he will put it into garage, where it belongs. That's why Volodja left the base on foot, using the main gate and saying to sentries, posted there, that he will be back soon.
Reading the markings, left there by himself, Volodja steadily approached to his hideout. Everything was untouched, so nobody hasn't discovered anything, registered his brain, when he reached to his destination and started to shovel sand from the thick canvas, covering his vehicle, using the soviet sapper shovel he hid nearby for that purpose.
Minuted later he was riding already when he spotted two Ark hunters by side of their broken car, not far from the base. He pulled over and offered his help like he was used to seeing someone in trouble. Ark hunters changed weird glances between themselves, but agreed to accept his offer. While he was bowing under the hood, he suddenly felt heavy hit to his head, fell down and rolled on the gorund a bit before his body stopped moving. Last thing he heard, before passing out, was a remark from one Ark hunter: "Idiot! Don't you know that it's a dog eats dog world? One damn French taught us that lesson in a hard way, when our car broke us the last time, so now we are taking your wheels. Easier than repeatedly repairing ours anyway." And he hit Volodja's side with his heavy boot, bashing him to his back and laying on the ground unconscious.
Ark hunters collected his weapons and drove away, leaving his defenceless body behind. Only thing left for him was his sapper shovel, which one of Ark hunters threw by his side, saying: "Better dig your own grave with it, mate. Your chances of survival aren't exactly good."
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 14, 2015 7:06:56 GMT
"Marcel. Looks like that you are going to enjoy their hospitality a bit longer than expected," announced Moira ironically. "Volodja has left this facility for unknown reasons, so enjoy your staying."
"Thank you, Moira," replied Marcel. "Much appreciated. At least you have to stay with me now, since your favourite guy isn't here any more."
"Have to tolerate you until death us apart," said Moira. "It's worse than a marriage, because I can't demand a divorce. Why from all guys in the world, I have to be stuck with YOU? I bet that Lena makes better companion to you. You share almost same desires and features. Made from the same cloth, I would say. I wish I knew where is the factory, so I could close it down permanently."
"World is heterogeneous," grinned Marcel. "It would be boring place without us around. So take it or leave it, but you and I are together and will stay that way. Besides, Lena likes scrip too much to make a good companion. We have this one time job together and then our ways will separate. She is never going to like me. That is really shame, because we could have long term relationship, profitable for both of us, but at moment I see less profits here for myself. So having her working with me any longer is bad for business."
Marcel closed his eyes. If Volodja has left then he could try to get some sleep at least, before that idealistic fool returns with keys to his cell doors and opens them so he could have his scrip and make Varus to regret the moment, he decided to double cross Marcel.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 14, 2015 7:34:22 GMT
Opening your eyes only to discover, that you looking at couple of Raider scouts, is not worth an effort, but Volodja could not trade it for prettier picture. Looking at Sandy's big baby blue eyes would have been his first and only choice, but dreams were over for him and reality showed it's ugly painted face to Volodja. Soundtrack was not better either, because Raiders discussed about him at moment.
"Lights are out, but he is still breathing. I'd say that we kill him now," said one of them.
"I would say that we rob him and then leave to rot here," replied another one. "He is helpless as an injured Hellbug skitterling, so he makes perfect snack for them. They need some fresh meat."
It was really rude that they didn't asked Volodja's opinion. It was his fate, they were talking about, without asking him about his preferences. Obviously they weren't in a mood to listen any reason, so negotiation with them had to be excluded from his plans. Unfortunately it left only more or less violent options for Volodja. And he was unarmed...Or not, because he felt handle of his sapper shovel under his right arm...
..."You see, Volodja," explained old and scarred hand to hand combat instructor at military school. "Human life is really fragile and after training it can be taken away with almost any item you can find. Everything can be your weapon. Today we practice with a sapper shovel as one of deadliest cold weapons in the world."
Instructor was telling the truth, because as a former member of elite diversion Alpha-group, he was taught to kill people with every imaginable or even unimaginable object. He was capable of sending a blade of a safety razors into a throat of enemy with a single finger snap or do the same thing at close distance, using a sheet of paper, when needed. That made him to be a perfect killing machine, as a tactical unit should be, so using a sapper shovel as a weapon, was simple thing for him. Russian airborne troops - blue berets - practised that a lot. That's why he was teaching that art to the cadets of this particular military school as well as a part of their basic training. Complicated methods were meant for advanced pupils and Volodja already showed a talent, although he did it really reluctantly.
"This shovel can be a shovel, and an axe, and the sword, and the point of support, and a paddle. In experienced hands it can be everything you need to survive in extreme conditions. And it can be used as a very effective throwing weapon too. Just hold it firmly, feel the balance and throw it towards your opponent with a steady hand. Works like a charm. Let us try."
After several hours of practising Volodja finally learned to use it as a decent weapon, sending it into a tree trunk in every attempt. "Good," said instructor. "Remember that one day, that skill you just learned, can save your life. But I do hope that you never have a chance to use it." Ever since Volodja kept practising, knowing that everything he learns can be put into a use at right moment and if not, then he just has some unused skills, that can't be taken away from him...
...Instructor was wrong, when he hoped that Volodja might never need it. The day, when Volodja had to put his skills to the test, finally arrived. Volodja's only choice was to make his old instructor to be right at least about one thing - that shovel can save Volodja's life if he uses it wisely. It was like a bicycle ride - once you learn it, you will never forget it completely, because some skill become reflectory ones. He swung himself into a sitting stance and at the same time used his energy to throw his sapper shovel at his nearest enemy, who accidentally was the same guy, talking about feeding Volodja to Hellbugs. Shovel hit middle of his chest with a thump and crack and sent that Raider laying to his back, handle still sticking out from his body. As a next thing Volodja was on his feet, using the moment of surprise his sudden action caused, and grabbed dead Rider's sub machine gun, pointing it to another Raider and saying:
"You were more merciful than your mate here, because you wanted to kill me right away, instead letting me suffer. Your companion received quicker death than he planned for me. I made his punishment easier compared with his intentions. That means that I have to let you live, to be fair to you. So better get going, before I change my mind!" After few seconds Raider became into a tiny spot, because he was running, as he never run before, to get away from Volodja.
"Think I will have to spend some more time outside," Volodja said thoughtfully. "Must return my car and teach those Ark hunters a little lesson about breaking ones's trust. But maybe...later." He sat on the ground again, head humming from the blow he received earlier and feeling nausea as a result of slight concussion. After couple of minutes Sophie's tender care he felt already better so he started to walk back to their base. He forbid Sophie to tell anything to anyone, because he survived and only lost a car, set of weapons and certain amount of belief to humanity, so his losses were actually minor ones. All he needed, was peace and quiet and some love, but all he received that day, was one passionate kiss and a bump on his head. He preferred kisses over bumps, but Sandy was obviously too busy for him once again.
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