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this is just the first page i had in my head for a story. i hate writing so for me to get all this down in one setting is an amazing achievement to me in itself. i may need to invest in one of those speak and spell programs. anyway. please read it and let me know what you think. there's no main plot yet, thought the setting is a type of cyberpunk scene. i'll be trying to type and update the story as i type it. let me know what you think. i'd love some constructive criticism, since this is the first time i've tried to type anything close to a story in over a decade. thanks for reading. ^^
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2:22 AM , September 8, 2788 Dominion Calender Year.
They were dressed in no set uniform other the collection of leather and jeans, helmets on their heads with the darkened faceplate down on each to protect from the wind and hide their identities. They were the only ones on the 120 mile strip of highway, four black horsemen with the sound of engines instead of hooves from their custom built, and tracking proof, motorcycles. The night was the only time they could ride like this, and not worry as much about the Dom’s security cameras taking to much information to be able to track them down. If the Dominion was anything, it was predictable.
They ride without much movement, until the turn off appeared. As one, almost akin to a flock of birds in formation, they took the exit and proceeded down the road, slowing only to make the necessary turns to reach their destination. The engines gas-powered engines on all four bikes were shut off and the silent engines were activated, simultaneously turning the ground underneath each bike either red, purple, blue or yellow. One of the cyclists, looking down at the HUD on his gas tank, punched a couple keys on the keyboard inside the pocket of his utility jacket, activating a virus he had planted inside the city system, hacking the cameras in a 20 block radius around their target.
The riders only warning of their approach was the slight whooshing sound of the internal cooling systems as they approached the building. High caliber hand cannons where pulled out and the four ran to positions, two on lookout and two working the safety titanium lockbox housing the access entry panel. the box’s lock had been destroyed by a small high frequency bomb, localizing the effect to just the mechanism of the lock. The access panel’s screen glowed a soft blue, requesting a keycard and password combination. The shorter of the two pulled on his jacket, producing his keyboard in full and sliding a magnetic card attached by several to the board into the port and began typing.
“What are you doing?! hurry it up. We should have been in and out 5 minutes ago!” rasped the ear piece
“Going as fast as I can. They’ve been upgrading their security, or trying to for the last couple months anyway. Nothing I can’t get through, but I still gotta rewrite the code, and the longer you interrupt me, the longer it takes. So. Shut up.” The whole time, the clack of the keys from the portable keyboard Bullet kept with him at all times could be heard behind the voice as Ash listened to the response. He knew Bullet could get into anything wired and he knew he could trust his friend. He was irritated because of the danger of exposure and being identified. If the hounds found them-
“got it. That’s it. Move.” at the last word, the security sliding glass doors of the Dominion Bank Sector 8 opened with a slow hiss. The team of three stood by until the portal was wide enough for them to start sliding through. A look to each other as an early congratulations before the job was done. Bullet joined his friends. Brothers was probably a more accurate way of how they all saw each other, but their were always those who objected to that without a common parent to be shared by them all. Whatever. That was their problem. They can deal with it.
 Malnino · Mon Sep 08, 2008 @ 07:20am · 1 Comments |
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