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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: A fight in the Plex? No thanks
Brom, how far is the security car compared to the stairs? Meaning, if Guardian and DS would make a move that way, would they be able to reach the stairs before the security gets too close? I know I didn't mention the tails, but I'll worry about them later. 
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 19:29:04.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yeppah
Sounds cool. Need to have a looksie. Thanks, Tann.
Edit: What is it with the message system these days? Posts seem to take up a lot of space even if they're one-liners...
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 07:46:47.
Edited on 2008-10-31 at 07:47:55 by Raven
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Topic: RDI stats
Subject: Must be wrong!
Finland is behind Qatar and Poland? Whazzit? Granted I've been away a lot during the last month or so, but me needs to work on this! Finland should be there right behind Netherlands.
Posted on 2008-10-29 at 07:35:06.
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Topic: Amon Amarth, Vikings, and Valimar bragging.
Subject: Yay!
Good for you Val!
Remember to take some nice pics.
Fate of Norns rules!
Posted on 2008-10-29 at 07:29:59.
Edited on 2008-10-29 at 07:31:49 by Raven
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Topic: He he
Subject: Waat?
Has it really been so long? It still feels like yesterday when I first stumbled in through the Inn's front door. I have a hard time believing it. I met lovely people with strange names like t_catt11, Alacrityfitzhugh, Bromern Sal (amongst others ofc) who happily talked about their kids in the chat. And I was able to join in (in a way), though my first born was somewhat younger than theirs. (Them old geezers)
And now the siblings have invaded the Inn? I thought Emily was five or six or something? Don't kids stay as kids anymore these days?  Our Liisa is now 7 and no doubt waaay too young in the eyes of a lovely teenager, so she'll be staying away a bit longer. Then again she's only started studying English at school this year and would not be able to understand much anything anyway.
However, uncle Raven from across the big A wishes you all a happy and warm welcome!
Posted on 2008-10-29 at 07:16:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yeppah
Count me in Brom!
Posted on 2008-10-26 at 18:46:46.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Moving on
The stop at Mallplex went better than Guardian had originally thought. He knew it was a risky thing to do, visiting the vid editor so soon, but he also knew Scribe would be aware of the situation as well. It was something that had to be done or neither of them would end up paid. Besides danger was his job anyway. The threat of getting flatlined while keeping someone's backside safe was something Guardian didn't pay too much attention to. Being careful was good. Being afraid was good too. But both only to a certain degree. Worrying too much could potentially be too dangerous.
The big black bodyguard dressed in big black gear stood out from the general mass of people loitering about at the mall. People didn't seem to follow any single fashion style anymore or wear the creations of just a few designers. The only rule seemed to be the need to be seen and noticed. And when everyone was desperate to get everyone else's attention with flashing lights, electric tattoos and sound implants (or being virtually naked), someone dressing in non-descript single colored clothing stood out like an ancient farmer's wagon would in a parking lot filled with hover cars... Someone dressed like Guardian.
Usually the looks he got were a good thing. The pure sight of a big and dangerous bodyguard kept most zero-brained nano addicts at bay. Of course a professional would only have easier time spotting his target so it was a two-edged sword really. Then again pros were pros. There wasn't much to be done if one gave an elite assassin a chance to get a shot. Frank could only hope Biotechnica was happy using its own ops instead of hiring some ace from the markets... Then again they could easily afford it should they really really want DS zeroed.
All in all the 'Plex looked fine. There were no baddies in sight, not even in Guardian's enhanced eyesight. But that really meant bollocks. A setup by the cities finest he would notice right away. A group of armed cops made people nervous even if they were told everything was fine. Also the NCPD would clear up an area of civilians before hitting their target. None of that was evident to the bodyguard though. He knew they were safe from the black ops too. Biotechnica had no real jurisdiction outside their premises and Guardian wasn't exactly sure whether the black ops group was even legal. Not that it made a big difference. The Corps were pretty much the law anyway.
DS did his thing. It didn't take the media too long to get what he needed and the boyish grin on his face told Frank his current employer had been successful in getting what he wanted. That was they way with Scribe most of the times. The man managed to get his contacts see things from his point of view fairly easily. Whether it was his wits or his charm, Guardian couldn't tell. Perhaps it was both. To him it was mostly the money that talked, but try as he might, he couldn't help liking Frankie Tordesky.
The next stop was at Data Inc. And it wasn't the first time Guardian made the visit to the software corp with DS. They'd been there before on a few counts, so Frank knew exactly why. DS wanted a little insurance for himself. A few extra copies were often a better armor than a good bodyguard, the media had told him a few times. Not that it applied to Guardian of course, Scribe always added quickly with a flash of a smile. Frank didn't really care himself. He wasn't one of those heroic types who considered themselves bullet proof and the best on the market. Most often the false feeling of immortality faded away quickly, but unfortunately there were a few foolish ones who ended up dead because of it. Guardian wasn't one them...
And there it was! As he stood at the doorway and scanned the crowd, Guardian got the familiar feeling. It was a slight tingling in the back of his head. A less trained and experienced person (as well as a doctor probably) could've called a side effect of having plugs in the skull. A ghost feeling in the part of him that no longer existed, but it wasn't like that. The feeling was actually a physical thing at all. Frank's sixth sense told him someone was watching them. Sure enough his cybernetically boosted eye caught a man not very much unlike himself standing out from the crowd. He was good, but not nearly good enough to avoid Frank's senses. With a shadow, there were usually more than one, but checking the surroundings once again, Guardian noticed no other. And as he turned his attention back to the black clothed man, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe I didn't give him enough credit...
He waited till DS came out again and kept on scanning the crowd. “We have a tail.”
“Speak for yourself, Dog,” Tordesky smiled as though enjoying a light conversation with his bodyguard, and despite his response, Guardian knew that Scribe was taking the warning seriously. “Well, let’s go get a couple of these disks packaged properly. You can tell me of your discovery along the way.”
Eyeballing the crowd to the left, and again to the right, Guardian nodded and the two moved out. The large bodyguard explained the dress of the man, and his attentive nature as well as his sudden disappearance as they walked along the outer edge of the shops. Frankie had to admit that it certainly seemed like a tail, and that did not sit well with him. Finding one of the DataTerm booths unused, he motioned for Guardian to wait for him as he stepped inside, resisting the urge to stare out at the crowd as he did so.
There was no sign of the man again, so the bodyguard was even more certain that there was another one somewhere nearby... Someone he'd missed. Someone less obvious or someone better. How they'd found them, Frank wasn't sure. Their phones were off, so satellite or network location wasn't possible. There was no way a tracker bug could've been slipped amongst their gear by some stranger. Guardian always made sure he didn't accidentally bump into people or that people didn't bump into him. If there was a tracker, it could only have from the same source as Croaker's mission - Jack. But he didn't buy the thought himself. Yet he needed to go through all possibilities - to rule as many options as possible. No. The most likely thing was that someone had been sure DS and him would be coming back to the Mall... How could they know that...
Frankie did his thing at the postal service and was still smiling when he joined Guardian outside. Another heart won over. The bodyguard didn't turn to face him, but kept scanning the surroundings. "Scribe, I believe we've been compromised at some point. I find it very likely that anyone actually followed us here so quickly. It seemed to me that the tails, yeah I think there's more than one, were here before us. Can't tell how it could've happened and who's to blame though. Could be anyone with such a big crowd... Or maybe I'm just getting careless.."
He let the thought sink in before carrying on. "Whatever the case, we need to lose them and that won't be easy. First things first...", Guardian dug into his pocket and fished out his cell. He then pried it open and removed the sim-chip, dropped it on the floor and crushed it with his boot. "Just to make sure, I think we should get rid of the things and buy new ones with an anonymous setup - pre paid stuff." With that, he dropped his phone into a bin of a cleaning bot passing him by.
Guardian ran through their options in his head. A cab was too easy to follow. The car would already have attracted a crowd of NCPD by now, so it was not usable. A public transportation was one option with the sub being the best in his opinion. It was fairly easy to see anyone getting in and the thing moved fast. But there was a downside to it as well. One could not exit the thing anywhere else, but the stations.
"Let's head for the underground car park, but not where we left the car of course. When we head down on an elevator anyone wishing to find us again will need to come down too whether it will with the same lift or using an escalator or something. We'll take up an observation position and wait for a while. Maybe we can turn the odds and catch one of the tails. If not we can enter the sub through there or find some other means of transportation. The new cells we can buy somewhere else."
OOC: No time to reread. Must head home and on a holiday trip to Malta. See you guys soon!
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 08:02:43.
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Topic: Google the original Inn
Subject: Coolest thing in a long time
I had no idea such a thing would even be possible.
Great to see the old stuff again and old staff too. That's even before the time I was one of them.
And my first very own game is there too. Yay! Meanwhile, Wardrums and so many others.
Thanks Addy, old friend!
Posted on 2008-10-09 at 10:05:46.
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Topic: Lady Vanadia's Birthday
Subject: Yay!
Late as always, I am. But a very, very happy birthday dear Vanadia (along with hugs, when big Al's not watching) and even happier times together with your incredible family! I know how hard the being away from your loved ones can be.
Today when sitting on the plane from Helsinki to Copenhagen, I listened to a mom and her baby giggle and play for the whole duration of the flight and I felt like flying back home to my lovely daughters right away. Seeing other kids of the same age as mine make me miss Liisa and Saara terribly. I don't want to be away from them, I want to go home!
Yet I'm stuck in here for the next three days. The weather is windy (of course) and though the sun is shining, it's fairly cool outside. And what's worst is that a pint of beer in a local pub costs $10 or more. 
But other than whine, I just wanted to say, Vanadia - you're dear to me!
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 18:41:30.
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Topic: To Olan!!
Subject: :D
I'll have to share the love for Olan. You da man!
As for the tub, I've shared it with Alacrity, but who's this Lola you guys keep talking about? No hiding from mates, guys! I do remember a few very nice ladies in there too... Vanadia, Ginafae, Yanamari to mention a few. With me, it's always hard to keep track of the girls. There's so many around... 
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 18:29:12.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: :D
I love you guys. You're such great fun.
Cathy, yes I'd say Kilgim would try and hug Dapple due to her.. er.. his size. But then again the old dwarf is so fond of the lad, that Lance's version of the situation would probably be more than fitting.
As for posting (and Lance, this goes for CP20202 too I'm sorry to say)... I'm in Copenhagen at the moment. And if there's something rotten in the state of Denmark, it's not me.  Or whatever it was that the guard said in Hamlet.
So I'll try to find some time to post in the evenings if my Danish colleagues will not drag me out for a beer or three.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 18:22:18.
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Topic: Scary Stuff
Subject: Waat?
Mithy my dear, what's this all about?
Roger's very much right. Pekka is quite a common name in Finland. (too much so, if you ask me) Good to know I'm in your thoughts still though.
Indeed, this terrible school shooting incident took place last November, but unfortunately that's old news. There was another one only six days ago in Kauhajoki. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kauhajoki_school_shooting
The whole country's pretty much been in a shock for the last week. Gladly that's only the third recorded incident in Finland. But when you consider the fact that we've only got a bit over 5 million people and compare that to USA, it would mean a 100 cases in the states in a year. Some statistics said that USA has had 42 school shooting incidents during the last 12 years. And with the two in Finland, we're still worse off considering the number of Finns there are. 
With 2.6 million guns, we're pretty high on the list of guns/capita. Only USA and Yemen are ahead of us...
Now I don't want to turn this thread into an anti-gun campaign or an argument whether privately owned handguns should be allowed or not, but if this latest murderer hadn't had his pistol, 11 people would still be alive.
Posted on 2008-09-29 at 07:21:55.
Edited on 2008-09-29 at 07:23:19 by Raven
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: Gina!
Yes, I couldn't agree more. Had to buy the whole trilogy. They've got a refreshing realistic touch to them.
Posted on 2008-09-26 at 10:01:10.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: Go SAS
Here's a little video of the finnish version of Spec OPS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxbS9FjzVGM
I know they're not SAS, but tough buggers anyway.
Posted on 2008-09-26 at 08:00:17.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yuppah
Thanks for moving things forward for me too, Brom. The girls have been down with the flu and you know how that can be with a one year old... Not much sleep for the parents. And when you add in the new teeth... Right now I'm hoping things will be better in that sense soon.
I'll try to steal some time off work tomorrow to slip in a post, but can't make any promises.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 19:16:34.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: SAS
Go and find a copy of Andy MacNab's Immediate Action (I think it's called). It's about his SAS career. You'll see the difference between "normal" army or navy training and real spec ops training. And of course one can't get into SAS without having a military career/training background.
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 09:11:54.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: jeppah
Splitting hairs here: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Must go and buy Cat Returns! Spirited Away is Liisa's favorite though she can't quite catch all the subtitles yet at 6 and I end up reading her. The kid should learn some Japanese!
Is there some remake of Nausicaä since it's running at the movies here now?
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 08:54:00.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Yay
Three months had passed since their return from Dwan's previous mission. Kilgim sat on his bed and stared blindly at the wall of his room. The days had flown by without him really noticing. Every dawn arrived the same way, with him lying awake on his bed with his green eyes fixed on an invisible spot on the ceiling. As the guard in duty passed his door calling out the coming of a new day, Kilgim Blackaxe had already banished the last trails of sleep from his eyes an hour or two earlier. The bald dwarf rarely enjoyed a full night's sleep these days. At the ripe of age of 142 (or was it 143, he could not recall for sure) he no longer needed as much sleep as in his youth. Yet the lonely moments in the mornings were something he valued and looked forward to over the hustle and bustle of the dwarven fortress.
"Three months... 'as it really been 'at long?", the orange-bearded cleric muttered and slowly pushed himself up to his feet. "Three months...", Kilgim went on and shook his head as went through his morning chores. The warrior priest had just completed his first prayers and was half-way through his every day physical exercise when he heard the knock on his door. It was indeed THE knock, not just any knock. Through the years Kilgim had learned to recognize Terrin's sharp and clear double-knock from all of the others.
Finishing the push-up, Kilgim got back on his feet and grabbed a towel to dry his sweaty barrel of a chest. He couldn't help the smile creeping on his lips as he imagined the quiet, organized and incredibly effective servant of Dwan standing patiently behind the oak door. Terrin would wait for a proper time before knocking again and then wait some more before leaving. And should Kilgim (or whom ever he was looking for) not be present, Terrin always somehow happened to have a note to slip in under the door.
"Aye, aye. Come in old friend. Come in." Kilgim counted silently to three and smiled again, just before the door opened and young Terrin stepped inside. Or at least the other dwarf looked young. For some reason Kilgim could not say exactly how young he was. To him it seemed Terrin had been around for longer than his appearance would indicate. The cleric knew Terrin liked to be on his own and usually didn't say much if anything at all. Not that he had to. Kilgim knew what his coming meant... Dwan needed him.
He pointed at the pot hanging over the flames in his huge fireplace. "Time fer brew?" Terrin silently shook his head as answer and Kilgim let out a sigh. "Aye. Figured as much." He rolled the towel around his hand, picked up the tea pot and laid it on the stone table to cool off. There wasn't really any need for the cloth, for his hands had long ago gotten used to holding hot... very hot things. But it was a habit he'd learned from his mother as a kid and it had stuck hard. Nodding to Terrin with a weak smile on his face, the bald priest stepped towards his closet. "Gimme an 'eartbeat t'put on me shirt an' stuff. Dwan's aide nodded and left the room...
The months had gone by very quickly for the not-so-young-anymore dwarf. He had spent most of the days at his church helping out whenever and wherever needed. Nearly all of the evenings had been full of meditation and prayer to Clangeddin. Losing yet another friend in the line of duty, as Arien would no doubt have called it, was hard on Kilgim. Dwarves were slow to warm up and make friends with anyone, but when they did, it was for life. And such was the role of a long-living creature like a dwarf. Such was the part of Kilgim. During his ten decades of adulthood, he had witnessed the death of too many friends. And the latest one was always the hardest to get over when time had not yet done its job to sooth the pain.
The communal work at the chapel and the church grounds had always been a good medicine for heart pains and so it had been during the last three months too. Teaching aspiring novices was rewarding work. As always, Kilgim's responsibility in the training was heavily combat oriented. He liked to leave the wisdom part for wiser priests and concentrated on the physical side. Though real combat - killing monsters and destroying evil - had a special place in his heart, Kilgim knew it wouldn't be many more decades before he would have to retire from his adventurous life - certainly less than a century. But teaching younglings was the second best thing. It kept his fighting skills alive and gave his muscles the exercise they needed. At 142 (or was it 143?) The bald, orange-bearded, tattooed follower of the Father of Battle was still as fit as a hundred years ago and he wasn't going to let that change any time soon.
As always, Kilgim followed Terrin in silence through the hallways of Ironkeep while unconsciously giving a nod or two as a greeting to the friends they met on the way. The ordered mind inside his head was already running hard trying to think of all the possible reasons to why his cousin had summoned him. It could be anything from a problem in organizing some kitchen supplies to simply spending the night together sitting by the fire and enjoying a few ales. But somehow Kilgim felt that was not the case this time.
As usual, he was the first to enter the hall. First one after Dwan that was. There had always been a silent agreement between them two on situations like this. Kilgim wasn't very curious by nature, but still was eager to know what his cousin had in mind for him this time. But the warrior priest never asked. He knew Dwan would lift the veil silence when the rest of the group arrived, and he could certainly wait a few more moments. Sometimes it was hours, even days, before all members of the summoned group in question had arrived. But to a dwarf the passing of a day was still just a moment. There would always come another.
The look on Dwan's face or more, the lack of it, confirmed that Kilgim's earlier guesses had been on the right trail. This was no social call or minor matter. Other people were on they way and they would not be just any people. Nodding his head a few times, Kilgim took his place at the long table next to Dwan. It wasn't his favorite place in the room though. The priest would have preferred the cozy armchair by the fire, but he knew better.
Fortunately it wasn't long before the others started dropping in. Arien, Char, Dapple, his good and dear old friends. Adrian and Maximus arrived too, friends as well, but not quite as well known yet. No matter how well or not Kilgim knew his friends, they all received an equally hearty greeting with a warm arm clasp or shake. Though there were without a doubt some dark times ahead once again, seeing his friends suddenly made Kilgim feel a lot more alive than he had during the previous months. He was so happy he would've hugged each and every one of the, had they been smaller.
Didn't know which time of the day it was, so I made it morning. Will fix if needed/wanted
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 08:34:10.
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Topic: Noah's first birthday!
Subject: Yay!
Ain't he just cute!
Congrats to little Noah and the rest of the family too! You're already heading for the easier months and years... easier meaning less crying, screaming and mess... then again there'll be different kind of mess later on..
But I'm with Bobster on this one. I can't be a year yet! No, wait! Our Saara will be 1 year in a week's time too... Another year has really passed... (feeling middle-aged and old all of a sudden)
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 12:58:29.
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Topic: EVERYONE HAS TO SEE THIS
Subject: Absolute...
coolness
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 12:41:05.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Ok there's two. What about the rest of them?
Rounding the corner, Guardian's eyes scanned the view and immediately noticed suitable wheels for their escape. The car wasn't perfect, but it would do the trick and it was the only one sitting on their side of the street as if waiting for them. It was red and bright at that which would make it stand out in the crowd of vehicles and it wasn't exactly a runner. But there wasn't much Frank could do about it, so it would have to do.
There was a slight problem of course. Things never seemed be easy around DigitalScribe these days. Apparently the man was a magnet for trouble. Of course dangerous jobs had the best pay, and boring, safe work wasn't really fun anyway. This time though, Guardian had to admit, it wasn't the smaller (though colorful) man who caught attention or was the catalyst in a reaction that promised violence. The owner of the car seemed to have a problem with the big, black, leather (naturally not genuine) clad bodyguard about to borrow his car.
The corp obviously wasn't thinking straight, if the man was thinking at all. It would have been a much wiser decision to let his jaw drop, eyes widen and allow Frank to take his car (which was company owned anyway) and only report the incident afterwards. Maybe it was something about Guardian that made him worry of his own good health. Who knows? Frank would've chuckled, had he had the time for it. But he needed to move fast, so fast that there would be no need for another hail of bullets - no more bloodshed. Whatever the outcome, the media and himself were going to drive off in the car with its owner still alive and kicking, or not.
Without turning and with a voice that didn't suggest or ask, Guardian gave Frankie an order: "Get in and buckle yourself up!" Without halting his stride, the mountain of a man raised his right hand from behind his back and aimed the big barrel of the Armalite at the suit's head. There was nothing the man could to stop Guardian from flatlining him there and then, but he had no need to worry (of course no one told him that). That was not the plan anyway. The wide-eyed man's hand was already inside his trench most probably grabbing the handle of a nice and expensive handgun, but it was too late. He was already looking down the wrong way of the longest barrel and the biggest mouth of a pistol he probably had ever seen. And Frank knew it could really be very, very big in the situation the man was in. He'd after all, been there himself.
"Leave it!", the deep voice barked another command, but at the same time something else caught his attention. With the Armalite still aimed at the corp's forehead and ready to give the man a free ventilation hole, Guardian's eyes turned to the movement that had caught his attention. The situation had just become much worse than it had been a second ago. But it really wasn't a surprise to the experienced bodyguard. He'd been expecting it any moment, but still he had secretly been hoping they could fly from the scene before the bad guys reappeared. Fat chance.
An enhanced eye zoomed in with lighting speed and Frank made note of the opponent's weaponry and the obvious fact that the black ops had certainly already spotted himself and the media. No big surprise there either of course. These guys were professionals after all. But they weren't the only ones. It took Guardian less than a second to reassess the situation. The two assassins would probably have to go down before he and Frankie would be able to run away from the scene. Snailing amongst the other traffic with the deadly duo alive would only get them shot. With such a slow car, the only chance of getting away would be becoming part of the mass.
Guardian readjusted the aim of his gun to point it at the black suited specialists, took a few quick steps forward to put the beaver between himself and the new threat, and squeezed the trigger. Making sure the trench wasn't up to some very foolish moves, Frank moved into as much cover of the cherry chassis as possible before firing off another shot.
Posted on 2008-09-10 at 09:36:45.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yay
Sounds good to me, Lance. Wouldn't mind going out on a lake myself. Nothing beats some good time away from computers and city hustle like a few nights in the woods be it in a cabin or tent. Enjoy your trip, old friend!
Posted on 2008-08-20 at 06:43:02.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Thumbs up!
"Damn, I'm good!", could've been something Guardian might have blurted out, if he hadn't been Guardian. It was a stupid one-liner in some stupid 90's movie, but it would've suited the scene nicely if Scribe had been shooting with his combat cam instead of his handgun. But it wasn't something the big bodyguard said, for he didn't say anything. There wasn't time for such foolishness right now. There was only one thing they could do and that could be described by another one-liner in another blockbuster: "Fly, you fools!" Guardian and Scribe were on the run.
Had there been any time to review what had just happened or had someone else told it as a story, Frank would've had hard time believing it had really happened. He was good, he knew that well. In fact he was probably one of the best in the business, but surviving an onslaught by not just one, but at least two black ops teams was beyond even his abilities. Not to say they were out of it yet... Not even close.
The heart inside his heavily muscled black chest was doing laps faster than a Hover F1 would. It felt as if the thing was trying to make its way out straight through his flesh and bone. Guardian could feel the Sandevistan wear out and himself slowing down to normal human level. Having grown used to the effects of the speedware, Frank could make use of the increased speed and reflexes right away when it kicked in. Where as a newbie would feel the effects leave his system before he had time to act. But the downside was that he was also affected by the slowing down of things. It was as if his mind was still doing 200 while the body was slowly creeping forward. It wouldn't last long and it was only in his head, he knew. But in the middle of a combat situation, the wearing off made Guardian feel vulnerable for a second or two... But it didn't stop him from acting. He was after all, what people call a professional.
Inside the furniture store, the media and his bodyguard were fairly safe from assassins on the street outside. With the steel shield finally down, it would take their pursuers too long to cut through. But it also meant they had only one way to go. Doing a runner on rooftops only worked in the movies, so they'd be forced to take the alley in the back of the building. "Yup", the big man heard himself answer his employer. "They'll be expecting it now, but they weren't expecting it 5 seconds ago. It ain't much, but that's what we got. So let's move."
The other people inside the store, the staff, the customers and others who had simply run inside for cover were terrified. Guardian could almost smell their fear. They were equally scared of the black ops outside as they were of himself and DS. And he couldn't blame them. He for one was most probably a gory sight - not pretty to behold. A huge bald, black man with his goatee painted red by the blood of corporate gunmen breathing heavily and carrying the biggest handgun in the business in his hand. No, they were wise to be afraid.
WIth practiced eyes and experience, Frank immediately recognized the man who was either the owner of the store or the manager or both and headed straight for the man. "Open it.", he said with a deep voice that didn't exactly promise the man a healthy retirement if he didn't comply in a heartbeat, and nodded towards the back door. Had he had his shotgun in hand instead of the Armalite, Guardian wouldn't even have bothered to ask. But shooting at locks and hinges with the 44 would simply have been stupid and a complete waste of time.
The slim, slightly bent man in his late 50s was shaking so much that it was hard for Guardian to say whether he had nodded or not. But the shopkeeper's short, thin legs carried him with surprising speed to the worn, once blue, metal back door. And the bodyguard couldn't hold it against the man. Had their roles been replaced, he would've been equally anxious to get rid of the two gunslingers in his store. Without a word or any hesitation, Frank stepped through the doorway to assess their situation.
It was just as he had imagined it. There was a back alley running down the block of buildings either way. There wasn't much to be used as cover in case of a fire fight and in general it wasn't really wise to be caught in one in such a place anyway. There were doors across the alley, but they'd be locked too and hence of no use to the media and himself. The fire escapes were too high for them to reach, though in all honesty, Guardian didn't even consider them. Going up only meant getting caught in some other tight spot. And that was what he wanted to avoid. He needed to get the both the hell out of there. There was no way they would be able to cut down all of the assassins and stay in one piece themselves.
Right now it didn't really matter which way took. The two-laner on the right was a bit closer and there'd be more traffic there to give them cover. It would probably be the route the bad guys would be taking too though, but life was one big game of chance. They'd just have to risk it. Not pausing to consider, Guardian launched himself over a wet and crushed cardboard box and headed right. He knew he didn't have to wait for Scribe to catch him, the video jockey was faster than him anyway.
Reaching the corner, Guardian raised his empty hand to indicate DigitalScribe to stay back. Hiding the Armalite behind his back, the big black man took a quick peek to the way the black ops would be coming. He then scanned the whole scene looking for a quicker means to get them out. There wouldn't be enough people walking on the sidelanes to hide them from view - especially himself. There were times when it wasn't an advantage being well over 180 cm tall. No, they'd need wheels.
Posted on 2008-08-17 at 07:53:25.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Maazik
No need to pay for the detection. Kilgim can naturally do it. Of course he cannot identify the items, but I'm fairly certain he can persuade Gwanele to do it.
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 10:17:50.
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Topic: Micheal Phelps Human or Fish??
Subject: Yuppah
Well Tann, I still wouldn't rule out drug abuse in Armstrong's case. But hey, that's just me. He certainly wouldn't have been the only one, eh? Still I don't really care about sports and yes, I am very cynical about these things.
Btw. do the americans have testing during the training period these days? They sure didn't earlier on and had some embarrassing moments due to it... Like Marion Jones..
Well us Finns aren't much better. Just about the only sport we're any good at - cross-country skiing - was pretty much ruined in our own WC in Lahti 2001. Six skiers were caught using HES... No surprise they were winning all the gold medals.
IMO there should be two sets of Olympic games or World Championships - one totally clean and another for dopers.
Posted on 2008-08-16 at 09:45:35.
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