The Catalyst

I leave my house... when it's safe.

gotta restock on supplies and ammo.

*checks for velociraptors*

only reason I get on here is cuz I get bored of hiding so might as well do something while I'm at it.

Act One: Scene Two


The room was well lit, and had the very essence of organization written all over it. The files in the cabinets were all properly arranged, the floor was swept clean of any dust or other debris, the oak of the desk was polished, and not a single pen was out of place.
The man in the comfortable expensive swivel chair at the desk was short. In his mid forties, somewhat portly and just beginning to have a little bit thinner hair on the top. “So,” stated the man behind the desk. “what brings you here Mr..?”
“Sergeant actually.” the man opposite him corrected. “Company Sergeant Major William P. Bilco at your service.” Bilco extended his hand across the table, and the other man shook it.
“Now, may I ask what brings you here?”
“Oh, yes of course, but first, could you switch that fan on?” the sergeant pointed up towards a ceiling fan meant to take in cigarette smoke.
“Naturalmente.” he answered as he flipped a switch under his desk. The fan began with a start, then smoothly rotated, seeming to grow quieter with every turn.
“Thank you.” Bilco reached into his pocket, and pulled out an old wood pipe, still waxed and polished to perfection. He reached into his other pocket, and retrieved a small tin of tobacco, which he then took a pinch of and placed in the pipe.
Then, without any hesitation, proceeded to snap his fingers in his right hand, and thus creating a small flame with which he lit the pipe.
All the while the little man behind the desk watched. “You‘re an Estusian?” he asked with more curiosity in his voice than surprise.
“Yes. That won‘t be a problem will it?”
“Oh, not at all. It‘s just, well, it‘s not all that often that we see an Elementum here in Voxity.” This was true. Many years before, during a wave of fear and hatred of Elementums in Southern Europa, quite a few were killed, and many more fled the region. Most of those feelings were long since gone, but for the most part, the Elementums never returned.
“Now, down to business. Yesterday, we received reports of an incident in Reggino that may have involved an Aurisar.”
“Yes, I know of this. How did you find out? We‘ve worked very hard to keep this away from the media.”
“We have our ways…” A slight grin appeared on the Aptocian’s face. He sat back in his chair a little more. A little more relaxed, now he began to really go to work.
“What we do not have, is details. We would like you to get together as much information as possible, put it all together, and get that to me as soon as possible.” He didn’t mention that his superior made it very clear that he’d wanted to be reading that report by the next day with his morning tea.
“Of course sergeant, I‘ll get right on that, but first things first, who exactly are ‘We’ anyway? The Aptocian Government, your Security Service, something along those lines?”
“Not quite, but that’s really none of your concern.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I guess I‘d better get started on that report then.”
“That would be spectacular. I‘ll come back tomorrow to check on your progress”
And with that, Sergeant Bilco got up from his seat, and took his leave. The small portly man waited until he was sure he was safely down the hallway, then picked up his phone. “Dante, ottenere tuo squadra assieme , e raccontare loro hanno per avere un lungo giorno.” Dante, get your team together, and tell them they’re going to have a long day.

Comments?

nice nice.... looking good.......

i actually enjoy this

I'm still waiting to see what Bilco thinks.

yes i think you are doing an awsome job pie

keep up the awsome job

CivBase wrote:That's what she said

She said she is too lazy to read the 4 inch penis ???!!!

T-Bone wrote:

CivBase wrote:That's what she said

She said she is too lazy to read the 4 inch penis ???!!!

A little late in the thread T.

he just wanted a last say...... whens you gonna continue???

Act One: Scene Three

“Hey, another shot a Jack.”

The bartender poured the amber liquid until the small glass was half filled. The man took it, and swigged it down, slamming the glass down with a satisfying clang when he was done. “You know what, just leave the bottle.” The bartender did just that, and walked off to some regulars to join their conversation.

The stranger took the bottle and refilled his glass to the brim, before taking another swig, that partially emptied onto the counter when he did so. No one in the bar knew him. No one in this town knew him. No one, hopefully, in this state knew him. The man had simply showed up in his truck, a newer looking, yet dirty one--which was odd to the locals because people usually took care of such nice cars--which just sat on the side of a street like a horse in some old Western.

He took another drink. Slowly this time, as he thought about the recent past, and how he got into his situation. The lies he’d told. The people he’d hurt. The lives he’d ruined. His own life that’d been ruined as well. He drank another.

He didn’t even hear the door open ten feet to his left. Four men walked through the door. One of them scanned the tavern with his eyes, located the stranger, and walked over. He was required to ask him only one question before he could do his task.
The stranger felt the hand on his shoulder. He didn’t turn around, he knew what was coming.

“Hello Mr. Jynne,” said the leader of the men.
The stranger said nothing. “I suppose you know why we‘re here.”
Still, no response.

The man sighed “Please don‘t be like this. You know what you did to get yourself into this situation.”

The stranger remained wordless.

“Okay then, I guess we can do this quickly then,”
The stranger felt around the table slowly, and touched an ashtray with his hand. He felt around it. Graphite, perfect.

“Do you have the money you owe Mr. Brooks?”
He gripped the ashtray hard and said, “No.”

The man reached into his pocket, and as he gripped his knife, the stranger swung his arm around, and slammed the man’s face with the tray, shattering it. The man, more shocked then hurt, staggered back and felt his face.

The other three men began to pull out there pistols, but the stranger was quicker. He took the shard of the tray he still had, and slashed it at one of them. The man stepped back, and pulled his gun from his jacket, only to have the stranger grab his arm and twist it so his own gun was in his face.

The other two men, and their leader, who was no longer stunned from the blow, aimed their respective weapons at the stranger. None of them dared move.
Another man in the bar noticed this, and took his gun from his pocket, and aimed at the trio. Several others did as well, quickly turning it into a Mexican Standoff.
The stranger still gripped the graphite shard. He focused for a moment, and the tray quickly morphed into a razor sharp knife.

He slowly raised the knife behind his back, and when he’d selected a target, threw the knife at the men.
It spun for a second, and one of the underlings in the throat. He then hit his hostage in the back of the neck with his own gun, and let him go.

The bar erupted with gunfire. The stranger dove behind the bar counter, and stayed covered as the shooting went on behind him. The men in the bar took cover behind it’s wood/steel tables, and fired at each other from them.

The bartender, who had a shotgun, simply aimed and stared at the stranger behind his bar, not sure whether or not to shoot at him.

“Hey, uh, sorry I didn‘t tip but, I kind-” The bar’s door slammed open. Three men walked in, and one of them fired a short burst from an automatic pistol.

The men in the bar stopped firing and looked. The new trio stood for a moment, scanned the area, and the leader of them stepped forward.

“Hello there gentlemen, is there a Mr. Brian Jynne in this tavern? Judging from the commotion coming from here, I can only assume he is.”

The stranger slowly stood from behind the bar. He kept his pistol up, and aimed at the original trio, (now down to a duo) huddled in the same spot in the bar under some bullet-riddled tables.

“Ah, yes, hello Brian. I‘ve heard a lot about you, and I‘d like you to come with me. I can promise that you won‘t be harmed. I would hurry if I were you, the local police have undoubtedly heard this ruckus, and we‘d best get going.”

Brian looked around the bar, and seeing as this was the only man who wasn’t pointing a gun at him, decided that he’d better do what he said. He slowly made his way to the door, and left with the man and his two accomplices.

“Again, hello Mr. Jynne,“ said the man as they were heading towards the parking lot. “You have no idea how much I’ve done to find you. I must have searched all of Oklahoma before I finally found you here in Texas. I got you out of there for a reason, and you now owe me for it. I need your help with something, something that requires your skills.”
“Um, thank you.” Brian replied. “I guess I have to help you. Who are you, exactly?”

woot!!!! SHOOT OUT!!!!!.....

nice chapter PIE

make more NOWZ!!!!!



but it is going very well

*actually reads the story*

omg...






PiE can write...



I had forgotten all about that



*remembers AvC*

but I shouldn't have.

w/e


good stuff PiE

that was well done pie