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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #798
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8 "The Biggest, Largest, Most
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888 888 888 888 888 Exciting Heist Of All Time,
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 Part 9--2 Stories, Part 1"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Nybar
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 8/22/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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Nybar didn't walk into the airport bar looking for conversation.
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Just to get completely drunk before his flight. He'd get both. Keep in
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mind, the chat began when Nybar was sober and ended with him inebriated as
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hell.
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"You know, pal" this was a man next to him. "You don't seem like the
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sort of person to be a power drinker, but you're just sitting in silence,
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knocking 'em back. Do you have some kind of problem you want to talk
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about?"
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"Appearances can be deceiving, you know." replied Nybar with a
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chuckle.
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Meanwhile, in the apartment, Keith and Guy had been instructed by
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Jubjub to stay in their monitoring room no matter how much sound they heard.
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He was obeyed. In the bedroom, Dawn was fumbling with her clothes.
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"I seek inspiration from weird places; insane places. For example,
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when I'm swimming and need to do thousands of laps, I often look at the ot
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her people in the pooland ponder what their motivation is. Even though they
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don't know it, it becomes my goal to 'defeat' them, you see?.. and I imagine
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bizzare scenarios that explain us competing, you see?" Nybar asked, his
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eyes a little wild.
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"Not really, can you give me an example?"
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"Well, once I was swimming, right?..and there were all of these
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Chinese people swimming, too. Getting a work-out, or whatever. So, I start
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thinking in the context of a 1980's pro-labor movie: 'Oh, those commies beat
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us in the auto industry, now they want our pools, too?'"
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"That's fucking insane."
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"I'm aware of this."
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In the apartment, Jubjub and Dawn are having a good time. Keith and
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Guy are sour as hell and not paying attention to their job. This was on the
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6'th floor. In the lobby, a fake FBI badge is flashed and, soon, stairs are
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run up. Keith and Guy notice nothing.
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"You know, sometimes you've just got to have some sort of purpose in
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life. Otherwise you're just sitting around in Wayne, smoking blunts. If
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people don't understand the overwhelming intensity I treat my work with,
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that's because they don't understand that for me, it's life itself. I'll
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never be-- sorry for being so pretentious. I'm getting a little drunk."
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"That's okay"--the man flashes his white teeth--"sometimes you've got
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top reach, or you just end up preaching to yourself and get crazier and
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crazier. Not that you have." They both chuckle. Nybar's plane has just
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departed.
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"But ya see, man" Nybar continued. "The worry is always that, I
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preach too much, I get too pretentious--you know, if I feel too much above
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the people whom I honestly consider idiots, I lose my connection with the
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world. And in the deadly..the deadly _games_ I play, this can't be allowed
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to happen, it's just that..." Nybar sighs and takes a drink.
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Keith and Guy stubbornly refuse to leave the monitoring room, even
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when they hear the loud crash of the door being kicked in, and the
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thunderous stampede of booted feet rushing in.
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"Hahaha, yeah, that was DOOOOOOOOPE. KRS-1 is DOOOOOOOOOPE! I'm
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suprised to find another white boy in thish airport bar who likesh rap."
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"Yeah, it's pretty suprising." The ski-mask wearing, jackbooted
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government thugs in Nybar's apartment use a miniature battering ram to knock
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down the monitor room door. Keith shoots two of them before him and Guy are
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sent back to oblivion. A low moan comes from the bedroom, causing the
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leader of the strike team to raise his ears under his mask.
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In the airport bar, the man Nybar has been talking to raises a
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walky-talky to his mouth and utters 2 words: "Move in."
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...TO BE CONTINUED, IN THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF ALL UP TO NOW!!!!
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #798 - WRITTEN BY: NYBAR - 8/22/99 ]
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