Bored at Work Story, I will stop writing when guest comes.

Snall · PeTA Cow Killer! Joined: Jan 12, 2008 Posts: 146

To recap I will just start writing some fiction and post whatever is done when a guest comes and makes me get up.

The pool hall was dingy and dark, as pool halls tend to be, and was sparsely populated for this time of night. On a normal Saturday the place would have so many people banging about that you wouldn't noticed how scuffed the tables were, or dirty the bar glasses. This night though was not a normal Saturday night, or Sunday..or even a Monday really, it was more of a mishmash of Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon. That and everyone had guns.

The guns were new models for the most part, shiny or gunmetal black. The oldest model there was made in 2012, a remake of the WW2 Luger that fired 2mm flechette rounds. Luckily for the man carrying it (If he was going to shoot someone there) no one was wearing body armor, otherwise it would have been next to useless. As it stood his gun was perhaps best suited for the cramped space they held court in the hall and the smaller gun would allow him to react faster to threat stimulus.

On the other end of the gun spectrum stood the three foot long guided REM, rocket enabled munition, system. This gun could be locked onto a target up to a mile away and detonate a small shrapnel/thermal/or EMP charge within 1 cm of the target. Needless to say this would be next to useless in the current situation. Of course, they weren't planning on being attacked, it was only the rendezvous before the attack. A misstep on the Ravens part to pull all their strength together for better coordination instead of relying on everyone to do their part when the time came.

They never knew what hit them. Well, they did really...it's just a figure of speech..and to be fair they didn't know for long. Because they all died. Well, not really died...more like temporarily put out of action by death. Not like full on permanent death. I mean, who dies these days? Only straight up idiots, homeless people, crazies, suicides, and people who fuck with the wrong corporations. Still, it was as close to death as most people with a few thousand credits left get.

The front door exploded inwards as the Cacophony Orchestra started one of its more amazing performances. While the splinters were still scything towards the unmoving occupants of the room the three windows facing the back alley were all blown open and two flash bangs and an old style tear gas canister were launched into the room. A second later, as the heavily armed men in just started to drop down to the floor, a frag grenade was rolled through the front door. Another second; the men had all fallen to the floor and watched as the frag waddled forward and then the flash bangs went off, followed closely by the tear gas spraying everywhere. None of them could hear or see very well (I really hate using the word very -Ed note). The grenade went off.

As the men stumbled towards the back door below the broken windows a heavily armored man entered through the front door. When the back door opened a hail, well really more of a powerful spray like water from a fire hose, of bullets tore through the few leading members and caused the others to once again drop to their bellies or knees. As they started to maneuverer to the sides of the opening to return fire the men who had entered from the front started shooting. It didn't last long.

The smoke slowly curled up through the windows and out from under the eves of the doors while armor suited men searched for survivors. Lights mounted on the ends of their rifles, crouched low and sweeping the room carefully. When each of the men gave the all clear signal their squad leader called it in to HQ.

"Good job boys, that couldn't of gone any better if we had tried it a hundred times," the leader said as they strolled back outside through the rear exit.

As they slowly popped their gas masks cum armored helmets off their pressurized suits they grinned at each other and headed towards the matte black van that was parked at the end of the alley. The van's motor was running and the back doors were opened, the two men who had opened fire with the mini gun now waiting patiently in the front to pull out. The squad plopped down in the back and one of the squadies gave the divider a sharp rap to tell the boys up front to take off. The tires squealed as the last two men inside closed the armored doors shut behind them, leaving only darkness.

They were turning the corner heading for the next block when the building they were just in exploded violently, a crescendo perhaps for the orchestra. In the back of the van they all looked at each other until one of the men said what they were all thinking, "Well why the FUCK didn't they just do that in the first place!?". Silence held sway until they all suddenly started giggling. Just as suddenly the laughter cum (I really like using that ...it's 5am I'm tired -Ed) release started it was put violently down and shot in the back of the head by an old man who had never once laughed in his entire life when the van was hit from the side and thrown into the side of a small coffee shop.

The execution squad lay tumb
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***Joe the Peacock*** · Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 6:14 pm Post subject:

I think this rules.

I love how it ends, knowing how it began (from a process standpoint). The story just gets going and boom, someone comes in and makes you stop writing.

That all by itself is a story. I love it.

Snall · PeTA Cow Killer! Joined: Jan 12, 2008 Posts: 146

It's not a great story though, but sometimes just writing off the top of your head with no aim can be a hell of a lot of fun. And sometimes, much like when you doodle and it actually becomes something, it can truly be amazing. I like commas.
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[deleted user] · Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 5:14 am Post subject:

I loved it. The story and the concept were superb.

Bravo.

Snall · PeTA Cow Killer! Joined: Jan 12, 2008 Posts: 146

Well, I guess i'll post some actual work I put effort into, as a unpublished writer I need as much stroking as possible...*ahem* Dirty minded bastards...
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DarkAngela · Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 7:37 pm Post subject:

You could submit it to Anime for MIR...as I recall, she says we were almost out of submissions recently.
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Snall · PeTA Cow Killer! Joined: Jan 12, 2008 Posts: 146

All right, I'll whip something or other up tonight at work.
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Snall · PeTA Cow Killer! Joined: Jan 12, 2008 Posts: 146

Obviously I am a big fucking liar...and cannot attack Joe anymore, shit. Ah well, I will submit something soon as it looks like someone else finally had the heart (Or lack thereof) to kill the poem.
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