Installation v 0.3 BETA
I saw the gleam of metal and reacted instantly. I hit the hand and grabbed his head and rolled backwards, pinning his arms underneath my legs and me sitting on my assailant's chest.
"You, my friend, have made a grievous error. Didn't Sandozzi tell you anything about me?"
The light from the hallway slightly illuminated the cell, allowing me to see the grey eyes stare back at me. The hair was also a dead give-away.
This was all starting to get crazy to me...I mean, why would Sandozzi want to send in THIS guy to rough me up? He didn't look like much; but then, assassins didn't need to be strong and burly.
I grab his hair and pull up his head. "OK, we're going to play a game: I ask the questions, you answer them. Capiche?"
The kid stared at me for a few moments, and then a torrent of words came out of his mouth. Words that I couldn't understand. I was in no mood for this; it was time to stop that shiat before it even started.
I slammed his head onto the floor.
"Speak!"
Another slam.
"Common!"
The torrent stopped. His eyes were closed, and he was limp. Shit, I thought to myself. I slid off of him and leaned my head on top of his chest. Yep, still ticking. I looked around for his "weapon" that I had disarmed him and noticed the oddest shiv I'd ever seen. Odd, for the fact that it was powered by a small fusion pak, and it used the circuitry of a door panel. It looked almost like a cattle prod. Must have been his infiltration device to get the door open.
Then I noticed that the door was actually open. And that there were no guards. Why were there no guards?
I looked at the kid and realized that he needed to answer some questions...just not here. Besides, I wanted some proof along with me so I could hold something against Sandozzi when I saw him again. Remind him of who he was dealing with; and that he was getting sloppy.
A quick scan of the corridor outside the cell showed me all I needed to know: bodies of guards out cold, the slight scent of ozone and chared meat from some of them. I knew what needed to be done.
I went to the nearest guard and drug him back to the cell.
A few minutes later, I used the prod to revive my white-haired charge.
"Wakey, wakey, Whitey! Time to rise and shine."
I bet he was surprised to see me in the guard's uniform. I bet he was even more stunned when he woke up to being shackled and gagged.
"Up." I told him. He stared at me blankly.
"UP." I pulled him up to his feet. Wonder of wonders, he stayed up.
"Walk."
So it was guard and prisoner, no suprises here. Just a standard prisoner transfer, nothing to be alarmed about. Or so I had hoped. It needed to work for the next 20 minutes; the new shift will probably sound an alarm. But that bridge would have to be crossed when we got to it.
I led Whitey down the corridor to the stairs, then further up. Guards passed me and him and, just like I had hoped, didn't challenge me.
Until we got to the front door. "Where are you taking that prisoner?"
I had to act quickly: "He's being transfered."
"Transfered? I don't recall seeing any transfer paperwork or orders."
"Really? Huh. Could have sworn I'd seen it earlier."
"Wait...is that?"
I flipped the gun out of the holster, holding onto the barrel and I swing.
The butt of the revolver was placed beautiflly square between the eyes, with just the right amount of force. The guard crumpled into a heap. Thank Gods that the Guards were lax during the night and there was only one staffer there.
I changed grips on the gun from pistol-whip to handle-grip and pointed it at the kid. "We're going out now. Don't try to run or make any sudden moves in public or else." I nodded in the affirmative and he mimicked me.
"Good. I REALLY want to know what you were doing in my cell and it'd be a shame to have to waste you before I get my questions answered. I hate questions with no answers."
We then walked swiftly out the door and into the street, the guard and the prisoner. And then, we became shadows, melting into the night. Just two more shadows among the nightscape of Saturne, the "City of Shadow".
"You, my friend, have made a grievous error. Didn't Sandozzi tell you anything about me?"
The light from the hallway slightly illuminated the cell, allowing me to see the grey eyes stare back at me. The hair was also a dead give-away.
This was all starting to get crazy to me...I mean, why would Sandozzi want to send in THIS guy to rough me up? He didn't look like much; but then, assassins didn't need to be strong and burly.
I grab his hair and pull up his head. "OK, we're going to play a game: I ask the questions, you answer them. Capiche?"
The kid stared at me for a few moments, and then a torrent of words came out of his mouth. Words that I couldn't understand. I was in no mood for this; it was time to stop that shiat before it even started.
I slammed his head onto the floor.
"Speak!"
Another slam.
"Common!"
The torrent stopped. His eyes were closed, and he was limp. Shit, I thought to myself. I slid off of him and leaned my head on top of his chest. Yep, still ticking. I looked around for his "weapon" that I had disarmed him and noticed the oddest shiv I'd ever seen. Odd, for the fact that it was powered by a small fusion pak, and it used the circuitry of a door panel. It looked almost like a cattle prod. Must have been his infiltration device to get the door open.
Then I noticed that the door was actually open. And that there were no guards. Why were there no guards?
I looked at the kid and realized that he needed to answer some questions...just not here. Besides, I wanted some proof along with me so I could hold something against Sandozzi when I saw him again. Remind him of who he was dealing with; and that he was getting sloppy.
A quick scan of the corridor outside the cell showed me all I needed to know: bodies of guards out cold, the slight scent of ozone and chared meat from some of them. I knew what needed to be done.
I went to the nearest guard and drug him back to the cell.
A few minutes later, I used the prod to revive my white-haired charge.
"Wakey, wakey, Whitey! Time to rise and shine."
I bet he was surprised to see me in the guard's uniform. I bet he was even more stunned when he woke up to being shackled and gagged.
"Up." I told him. He stared at me blankly.
"UP." I pulled him up to his feet. Wonder of wonders, he stayed up.
"Walk."
So it was guard and prisoner, no suprises here. Just a standard prisoner transfer, nothing to be alarmed about. Or so I had hoped. It needed to work for the next 20 minutes; the new shift will probably sound an alarm. But that bridge would have to be crossed when we got to it.
I led Whitey down the corridor to the stairs, then further up. Guards passed me and him and, just like I had hoped, didn't challenge me.
Until we got to the front door. "Where are you taking that prisoner?"
I had to act quickly: "He's being transfered."
"Transfered? I don't recall seeing any transfer paperwork or orders."
"Really? Huh. Could have sworn I'd seen it earlier."
"Wait...is that?"
I flipped the gun out of the holster, holding onto the barrel and I swing.
The butt of the revolver was placed beautiflly square between the eyes, with just the right amount of force. The guard crumpled into a heap. Thank Gods that the Guards were lax during the night and there was only one staffer there.
I changed grips on the gun from pistol-whip to handle-grip and pointed it at the kid. "We're going out now. Don't try to run or make any sudden moves in public or else." I nodded in the affirmative and he mimicked me.
"Good. I REALLY want to know what you were doing in my cell and it'd be a shame to have to waste you before I get my questions answered. I hate questions with no answers."
We then walked swiftly out the door and into the street, the guard and the prisoner. And then, we became shadows, melting into the night. Just two more shadows among the nightscape of Saturne, the "City of Shadow".