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Underground eXperts United
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[ ABB Part II ] [ By The GNN ]
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ABB PART II: 'INTRIGUE'
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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backing up by PHEARLESS
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This is the Second part of the ABB (Absurdities Beyond Belief) triology.
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Based upon several (very) true incidents, late spring 1995. The names has
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been changed to protect the innocent and the 'innocent.'
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Let the intrigue begin!
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Location: A rest room in a company building. Huge windows covers one
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wall. There is a wonderful view over a bay area.
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Three people are gathered around a table, drinking coffee.
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One of the chairs are free and has a half-empty mug on
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the table in front of it.
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Characters: <C> Carina Stone. Neatly dressed. Wears too much make-up.
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<M> Mary Ivory. Suffers from overweight and split personality.
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<W> Chris Wolfstrom. Barely shaved. Addicted to snuff.
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<the door closes, implying that someone has left the rest room>
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<the characters remains silent for a few moments>
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<M> "Do you think he knows?"
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<W> "I don't think so. Naah... he's just confused."
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<M> "Poor guy, I kinda feel sorry for him..."
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<W> "Enough! We agreed to do this... This is not the right time to be
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weak! If we want our company to remain strong, we must remain strong!"
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<Carina puts out a cigarette in the ash tray.>
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<Chris turns to her>
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<W> "And... We would never have been forced to do this if not Carina, yes,
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you Carina, had screwed things up! Why..."
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<C> "How dare you say that!"
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<W> "... hire a security company for over thirty-thousand dollar to examine
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our computer systems!? Thirty thousand! And..."
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<C> "I refuse to listen to this!"
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<W> "... they didn't even find anything! Waste of money! A lot on money!"
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<M> "That's old news, Chris. Remember that it was you who fucked up that
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contract two weeks ago, ruining a good deal. So don't put the blame
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on Carina."
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<C> "Damn right!"
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<W> "Bitch!"
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<M> "Fuck you, Chris."
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<W> "Yeah, fuck me! If I hadn't come up with the plan we would all be
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fucked, right up the ass, right now!"
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<Carina sneers and lights another cigarette.>
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<M> "Don't talk like that, Chris!"
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<W> "Why not, Mary? Does it make you feel fat? Everything around you seems
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to make you feel fat. Time to puke again?"
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<C> "Chris... please..."
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<W> "Shut your face! If Mary tries to tell me what I should do and should
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not do one more time, I will rip her head off and shit in the hole!
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She isn't innocent! Because of her ignorance, we lost vital information
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about to company to some fucking russians! Fat witch..."
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<short pause>
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<M> "We're in deep shit."
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<C> "We're not... The ghosts will never find out..."
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<W> "They will find out - but only the things we allow them to find out.
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Fucking losers, believes that they are perfect..."
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<M> "Well, you never know?"
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<W> "I know, bitch, I know. I'm the man with the master plan."
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<M> "Putting the blame on someone who's innocent..."
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<W> "So what?"
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<M> "... no, I still thinks it's not right!"
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<C> "Get a life! I'm not gonna waste my work! And who cares about that
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little prick? Let him have it, he might learn something!"
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<Chris laughs>
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<W> "Yeah, he might learn something..."
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<M> "But the ghosts..."
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<W> "We need not to worry about the ghosts. They will quickly take care
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of him, with help from the evidence I've given to them... I need
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you to trust me on this one...."
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<C> "I trust you, Chris. This is the best solution..."
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<M> "I think so too. When I think about it, why should we care what
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happens to him?"
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<W> "Yeah, why do that? Our primary goal must be to save our own asses.
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We have been in this company longer than he has... We don't deserve
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to get our ass kicked! We just don't deserve that!"
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<C> "If we fall, the company will fall... That must not happen!"
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<M> "Yeah..."
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<W> "The ghosts will not find out about the worthless security check, they
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will not know that I trashed that contract and they will never be aware
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of the espionage. Our fall guy might get a bit burned by all this, but
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I don't fucking care..."
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<C> "Neither do I..."
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<M> "... better him than us..."
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<the characters looks at each other, in silence>
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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There is no escape from the underground experts!
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You cannot win! Beg for mercy at HTTP://WWW.LYSATOR.LIU.SE/~CHIEF
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For kicks, for fun, for profit.
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uXu #303 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #303
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Call POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE -> +1-860-233-3335
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