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Underground eXperts United
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[ Interrogation ] [ By The GNN ]
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"INTERROGATION"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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The two men in the small sound-proof room shook hands, exchanged their
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names and sat down. Even if the man in the blue uniform already knew the
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name of the man in front of him, he did not say anything about it. The
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room was almost empty, except for a table and two chairs. There was no
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electrical light, just a candle that flickered on the table. No windows.
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The man in the blue uniform placed a paper and a pen on the table, looked
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at the man in front of him and wondered that kind of circus this was.
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- You know why you are here I hope? the man in the blue uniform asked.
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The man on the chair in front of him nodded. His black uniform made him
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almost invisible in the dark room. The light from the candle made his face
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look white and the metal strips on his shoulders reflected a yellow light
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back to the man in the blue uniform.
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- Your name is Harold Warnock. Correct?
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The man in the black uniform laughed.
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- Of course! And you name is Mister Smith? Correct?
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Mister Smith raised his hand.
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- Listen, you shut your face until I tell you to speak. Is that clear?
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Harold laughed once again.
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- Who cares?
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Mister Smith looked down at his papers. Then he picked up the pen and
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wrote down Harold's complete name. He wondered once again what he was
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doing. He felt strange. He knew that this was the law and he was a police
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man. This had to be done. This was the law.
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- Harold...
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Harold put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the uncomfortable
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chair. He smiled a calm smile. In the eyes of Mister Smith, it looked
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vicious.
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- Yes Officer Mister Smith? Harold said quite amused.
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- You are evil Harold.
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Harold said nothing. He just smiled.
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- I am? What have I done officer?
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- You know what you have done. You are here to be questioned for your
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crimes. You are going to be questioned and executed. You know that. I
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know that.
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The evil man in the black uniform showed the palms of his hands to Mister
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Smith.
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- But look Sir! My hands are clean! Clean, like the world outside! I
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am innocent! Truly innocent!
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- Fuck you, Harold.
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The two men stared at each other. The man in the blue uniform wanted to
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kill. The man in the black uniform had killed.
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Harold said: - Yes, I guess so. You are the only one on this planet who
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can fuck me!
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Mister Smith bit his lip and leaned over the table, towards Harold.
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- You are not a soldier in the army any more, Harold. You have been
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fired because you violated your rights. You have done the worst crime ever
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made in human history.
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Harold said nothing. Mister Smith continued: - So now tell me, how did
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you do it?
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Mister Smith already knew the answer. But this had to be done. This was
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the law.
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- Let me tell you how, Mister Smith, Harold said. I used to work twenty
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yards below the ground. I sat there, on a chair, with a gun in a holster,
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a key in my right hand, for ten years. Beside me, in that tight room with
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sex feet concrete walls, there was another man. He had a gun in his
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holster and a key in his right hand. Together we sat there every day for
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ten years. Do you understand?
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- No, said Mister Smith and pulled up his own gun from the side-holster.
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- Oh no? So we sat there all the time. So, one day I began to think.
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Let us do something fun! Let us try out some psychological tricks! I
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began to talk to the friend beside me. Yeah, I had spoken to him
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before, but now I Spoke! Do you understand the difference? I did not
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speak to him, I Spoke to him. I tried to manipulate him! I succeeded!
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The man in the blue police uniform placed the gun on the table. The
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metal shone in the light of the candle.
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- Go on, Harold.
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- (Why do you keep saying my name, Smith?) Could I get this dude to turn
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his key? Could I? Yes! I could! It took me three years before he did
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it! It was worth waiting for! Worth waiting for, like a sexy girl back
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home or a cold beer after the sun.
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Mister Smith picked up his gun, cocked it and slowly lowered it until it
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pointed at Harold, the evil man in the black military uniform.
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- Then what? Then what, Harold? What happened then? When he turned the
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key, what did you do? Did you insert your key too? Did you turn your key
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Harold? What happened when you turned your key, Harold? What happened?
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Mister Smith's voice was full of agony.
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- Yeeeaaah... Harold said with a dark voice. I turned my key tooo... I
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had too doooo it Mister Smith... you knoooow that.
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Mister Smith rose from his chair, still pointing his gun at the head of
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Harold Warnock.
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- What happened then, Harold?
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- Then it said bang! Bang! Bang!
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Harold also rose from his chair, violently moving his arms around while
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screaming: - Bang! Bang! Bang! It said bang! Bang! Smith! Bang!
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- When you turned your key, Harold, you launched twenty strategical
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nuclear warheads against ten different countries. They responded to the
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threat by launching a full scale attack on the world. All countries were
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attacked by each other and all countries launched their missiles. In less
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than ten minutes, eighty percent of the human population had been
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exterminated.
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Harold stared at Mister Smith with big eyes.
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- I know, Mister Smith, I know...
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Mister Smith felt the heavy gun in his hand. His hands steadied the grip
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around the metal.
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- You have destroyed everything. By now, there are probably only a
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couple of million people in this world alive. All of them will soon be
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dead because of radiation.
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Harold chuckled.
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- Can you feel the cancer inside you yet, Mister Smith? Can you feel it?
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What did you get? Skin cancer like everybody else?
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Mister Smith saw the forehead of Harold through the gun sight.
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- What are you going to do, Mister Smith? Harold said. Are you going to
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kill me? Oooohh... that scaaares meee... Did you search for me, Mister
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Smith? Is that what you thought when you saw the first gigantic flowers of
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smoke arise from the ground? 'I am going to get that son-of-a-bitch who is
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responsible for this'? Did you, pig? Did you, cop? Well... did you?
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Here I am! The last criminal on planet earth, with the last cop in the
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universe! Do what the law tells you to do!
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Mister Smith closed his eyes for one second, then he opened them, stared
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at Harold and said with a serious voice: - I sentence you to death by
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firing squad. Fuck you, Harold Warnock, killer of the human race!
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The gun rocked in his hand as he pulled the trigger. The last criminal
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on planet earth had been punished, by the last police man in the universe.
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Are you not allowed to call girls?
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Call THE STASH! Much better than the tiny little sex you have had!
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Moment of terror is the beginning of life.
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uXu #166 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #166
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Call THE TRUTH SAYER'S DOMAIN -> +1-210-493-9975
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