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Underground eXperts United
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[ Ellen Keys ] [ By The Chief ]
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E l l e n K e y s
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Ellen Keys was an ordinary girl. Right now. An apartment in the middle of
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the town, a black cat, self-made furniture, a regular 16" black and white TV
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set and somewhat of a life that didn't include a job. She was 23. Semi-long
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dark red hair formed in a style like page on her head which hid one of her
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eyes when she wanted it to. She used to hide half of her face when she danced,
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with her hair. Pale skin. Blue eyes. A small pretty nose. Thin, attractive
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lips which opened to show her Isabella Rosselini-look alike teeth when she
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smiled. She thought the ring in her nose made her look sexy. Once when she
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had been in Thailand with a friend of hers, she had lost herself in a
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harbour, drunk as a mosquito and this guy had come up to her, asking her if
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she wanted to get a piercing or two somewhere. Not thinking where she was,
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she agreed and was just about to get her eyebrow pierced too with a rusty
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needle when her friend showed up and dragged her out of there. The ring in
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her nose made her remember the story though she had never had an infection
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there which she found odd somehow. Must have been the only time she had
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been lucky, she thought to herself.
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She dropped out of school when she was 17 and moved to her boyfriend.
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That never worked out. He was an addict, and there was never a quiet moment
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in his apartment. She took up her studies again when she dumped him and
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moved to her own apartment, and managed to finish with pretty good grades,
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though her education never got her a job. She had worked in most of the
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restaurants in town, though never more than two weeks at one place. Sexual
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harassment. Bad pay. Lousy hours. The boss being a pain in the ass. Whatever.
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It never worked out. She figured that most of what had happened to her was
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to blame for her addiction. Though she was out of it now. She had been for
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almost two weeks. Telling herself she wasn't going back. It was too
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expensive. It was too new. When the market flooded, the prices would drop.
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The government kept saying it was dangerous. You never knew what you could
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get into if you tried. Even lethal if you didn't know what you were doing.
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They had one example of that. A 14-year old boy who had somehow died from
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using the stuff.
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The first time they came for her, they grabbed everything in her apartment,
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threw her in the car and drove her down to the station. Talked to her for
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an hour, then released her. A week later she got most of her things back,
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though they kept everything she needed for her dangerous habit. Sort of like
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going on a program, she thought. They just took your stuff and left you naked
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and alone, social outcast with little chance to ever get enough money to buy
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the good stuff again. That had been four years ago, when she first was
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introduced to it. She blamed it on the media. Articles, debates and
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intriguing affairs surrounding it had made her want to try it. And she did.
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Hooked after the first time. Addictive she agreed with, but lethal? No way.
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The second time, they were satisfied taking her down to the station. Some
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big-shot flapped his lips at her for four hours, telling her they wouldn't
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let her be a menace to society, perhaps responsible for killing hundreds,
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even thousands the next time she tried it. They knew how dangerous it was.
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And all they wanted was to make her understand. Yeah right. They let her
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go with two weeks to decide if she wanted to get thrown in isolation for the
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rest of her life, or not.
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Now she was sitting in her bedroom. Shaking. Sweat made her grey t-shirt
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she once had won in a contest look dark blue. Once again assembling the
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needed equipment with considerable ease. Screwing together the two pieces.
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Too much pressure made her turn it on. The 8th one came up on the screen.
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Assembled it should look like this:
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[ ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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[ ] FUSE
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///// L [ ] //S//
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///// [E] //P//
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///// [ ] //I//
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///// ____[_]_ /////
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///// [ PIPE ] /////
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///// [ BOMB ] /////
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///// -------- ///// Let the steel pipe be at least
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////////////////////////////// 30 cm high and rather wide.
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Back on the 'net again, her adrenalin pumped. The screen told her what to
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do. Back on the 'net again, back following the advice wherever she found it.
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The third time they picked her up, they used shovels.
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uXu #241 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #241
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Call DESTINY STONE II -> +61-924-62553
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