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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Fanatic Hunter ] [ By The GNN ]
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____________________________________________________________________
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"THE FANATIC HUNTER"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Dedicated to Stefan Kronqvist and his friends.
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The door swung violently open and three police men with cold faces and
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black shades entered the computer room. They were armed, and showed it
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openly. Three black pistols in their hands slowly moved around and pointed
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aggressively at the five people in the room. The people behind the grey
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monitors looked up and quit typing. No one said anything. No one moved.
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No one knew what was going on.
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The room was silent. Only the buzzing sound from the lamps in the
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ceiling could be heard. Five people and thirty terminals were completely
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under control. The police men had succeeded in taking the control.
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A man entered the room through the same door as the police men had
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entered. He wore a black suit, a black tie and a long black stick. He
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looked around, nodded to the armed police men and began to talk.
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"My name is Inspector Stephen Crownbranch from the police."
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He opened up his wallet and showed his police identification.
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"Someone," he continued and placed the wallet in his breast pocket.
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"have hacked the computer system at the Phone Company and we know..."
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He stared right into the eyes of a young boy who sat beside him.
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"...we know that the hacker himself is in this room. The call has been
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traced to your system."
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Stephen Crownbranch looked around in the computer room. Like on all high-
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schools, the computers were never alone. It was five o'clock in the
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morning but there were still five people here, working. No, he changed his
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mind. Not working. Playing around, believing that they were something.
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That they knew something. He watched the people in the room. It was two
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girls, one of them very beautiful, he thought and licked his pale lips.
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Three boys, looking stupid like all computer nerds. They all looked so
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scared.
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They should look scared, he thought. They ought to be scared as hell. I
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am the force, I am the power.
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"So!" Stephen screamed and struck the stick violently into the wall.
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"Who is it? Which one of you is the criminal who violates the law?"
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Silence.
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He grabbed the stick with both hands and walked slowly into the room. The
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other police men remained in position.
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"You want to play it the hard way? Let us play it the hard way!"
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He walked around in the room, eyeing all the people with his stiff eyes.
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"Let us play it the hard way", he whispered.
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He stopped and smiled viciously. Then he ran like a kid, theatric, to
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the end of the room. He hesitated by the main terminal, a large IBM.
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Chuckling, he raised his stick and gave the computer several blows. The
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plastic shattered and all of the terminals turned black.
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Stephen lowered his stick and opened his mouth.
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"Did I do that?" he asked and slapped his head. "Did I just destroy this
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computer?"
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He threw his head back and laughed.
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"I did! You know what?"
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He bent forward and moved his head like a bird.
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"Now we will never know who is the responsible hacker! Now someone has
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to confess, or otherwise... everybody in this room will be arrested and
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questioned! Everybody will be presumed guilty until proven innocent!"
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He slapped his knees, laughed and waved his stick over his head.
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"You are all guilty!"
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The five youngsters stared at him with confused, scared eyes. He enjoyed
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that. He completely controlled all of them at that moment.
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"You are all guilty!"
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The words echoed through the room, out in the corridors. Then he
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suddenly stopped to laugh, his face turned dead serious. He held the stick
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in front of himself as if it had been a gun.
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"Who is the hacker?" he asked with a devilish voice. "Who?"
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No one answered. One of the girls buried her face in her hands and
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started to cry softly. The others did not move at all.
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They fear me, Stephen mumbled. I am the force. He raised his stick and
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took two gigantic steps against the girl. His face shone of power. She
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screamed when he grabbed her pony tail and forced her head back. He bent
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over her and held his face close to hers.
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"Is it you? Are you the criminal, you fucking bitch?"
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Tears fell from her eyes. She tried to speak but could not.
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"Answer me! Is it you?"
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"No... no..." Her voice was broken.
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He released her, turned around, then he turned back to her and smacked
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her head hard with the stick. She fell screaming off the chair and down on
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the floor. Hard, he struck her again. He hit her twice. Then he kicked
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her with his boot until she was quiet.
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There was blood in his face and on his stick. He looked up.
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"Who is the criminal?!" he yelled. "Who is it?!"
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One of the armed police men said: "Stephen, for christ sake.."
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"Shut up!"
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He kicked her one more time, and he felt her ribs break. She gasped and
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a stream of blood poured out of her mouth.
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He looked at the young girl below him. His heart jumped up and down
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in his chest. He felt excited. This was better than sex.
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"Who... is... it?" he asked again, breathing fast.
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Silence. No one dared to answer, no one dared to cry, no one dared to
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scream for help, no one tried to flee. The girl lay on the floor and the
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other four just sat on their chairs, staring at the floor.
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"Right..."
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He begun to move his arms and sway his body.
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"La la la la..."
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He danced a strange dance over the floor, making small jumps and waving
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his arms in the air.
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"I'm singing in the..." He kicked the girl's body again. "...rain! What
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a hum-hum day I am..."
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He grabbed the monitor by the computer that the girl had sat by and
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lifted it up with a vicious smile.
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"... happy again! I'm singing in the..."
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He dropped the monitor. It landed with a loud crash on the girl's head,
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crushing the skull. Her body twisted for a while, then she was still.
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"...rain!"
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The other girl in the room started to scream. With closed eyes and her
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mouth wide open she screamed and screamed.
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"La la la la..." Stephen singed sarcastically, swinging his stick as if
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it was a cane and he was Fred Astaire.
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The armed police men did not lower their guns, but they looked at each
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other through their shades and tried to make sense of what was happening.
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Stephen pointed his stick against the screaming girl.
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"Be quiet, you slippery cock-sucker!"
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Silence.
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"Now then... who is it?"
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A boy rose from a chair and cried: "For christ sake, we don't know!
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Just stop! Just stop..."
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Stephen immediately went over to the boy and punched him over the nose
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with his fist. The boy stumbled into the wall behind him, blood streaming
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from his broken nose. Stephen gave him a few more punches over the face
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and chest before he kicked him in the balls. The boy slowly sank down on
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the floor, crying in pain.
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Stephen talked with a low voice.
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"We are in church now, my friend! No blasphemy here boy! I am God
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Father here and you do nothing without my permission. If I say shit, you
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shit. If I say sit, you sit. If I say die, you die!"
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He left the boy and went over to the other police men. He looked around
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before he whispered something into the ear of one of them. The police man
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nodded.
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Stephen turned to the three remaining kids.
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"I will ask you this question one more time only..."
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He waited a couple of seconds before he continued.
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"Who is it? Who is the hacker?"
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Nothing. No answer. Silence.
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"You all think that you own this world. You have your computers, your
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networks and your so-called knowledge. Let me tell you the facts. I rule
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the world. I can do whatever I want to do. You can only dream about the
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future, about your revolution and your pathetic free information. I live
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in the present, I am the king. I will never let you take my power away
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from me. You scream for a new world order, freedom and the death of the
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state. If you try to kill the state, you will commit suicide, because you
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are all a part of that state you hate. I am not the state, I am not a
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servant who tries to keep it alive. I work for people who rule the world
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and who want to do that forever. You all did a pathetic attempt to stop us.
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Dream on, kids. Ride your nets. Fuck you. Surf your edges. Fuck you.
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Hackers will never stand up like men and fight against cold steel, night
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sticks and the real force. You know why? Because you are wimps who
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believe that the monitor in front of you will protect you from the pain. I
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am the law, obey me and nothing will hurt you. Disagree with me and
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vanish. You are nothing in the real world, you are dreamers."
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He paused.
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"The world... is mine!" he screamed and marched out of the room.
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When he had left the building and stepped out in the rainy night, he
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hesitated. Three gun shots could be heard. Then a fourth. Stephen
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smiled, lighted a cigarette and walked away in the rain, singing.
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Take your gun and put the pigs on the run.
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Too ugly for TV. CALL THE STASH! CHASE THE NUMBER!
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The downward spiral.
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uXu #188 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #188
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Call THE METAPHYSICAL WORKSHOP -> +1-317-736-6439
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