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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4134589" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 9b – Political Aspirations</strong></p><p></p><p>Six police officers were ushering Senator Holt, a white-haired man in a dapper suit, off the stage of the conference room. The rest of the crowd was dispersing as they spoke. </p><p></p><p>“Federal agents!” shouted Hammer, flashing his badge. “We’ll take it from here.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t believe them,” snarled the Senator, his hollow gaze boring into the agents. “They’re terrorists!”</p><p></p><p>“But sir, they have badges,” began one cop.</p><p></p><p>“So did Willis! Do I need to remind you one of your own tried to kill me this morning?”</p><p></p><p>The cop blanched. “No, sir.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer drew two Glocks. “Release the Senator into our custody, NOW.” Behind him, Archive drew his own pistol.</p><p></p><p>Two cops drew their pistols. “Put your weapon down!” </p><p></p><p>“I am not going to ask you again!” shouted Hammer. “The man you’re protecting is an impostor. This is a terrorist plot to blow up the building.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” He pointed one crooked finger at Hammer. “I’ll have your ass in a sling for this.”</p><p></p><p>One of the cops lowered their pistols. “Sir, I’m not so sure…”</p><p></p><p>Holt snatched the pistol out of one of the other cop’s holsters and fired on Hammer. The agent fell to his knees, still holding his Glocks.</p><p></p><p>“Sir, what the hell are you doing?” shouted one of the cops. “You just shot a federal agent!”</p><p></p><p>“He’s not a federal agent you moron! They’re trying to assassinate me!” He took aim at Hammer’s forehead.</p><p></p><p>With lightning speed, Hammer lifted both pistols and fired at the Senator’s head. </p><p></p><p>The Senator’s face was a bloody ruin, with two smoking holes out of the back of his head. He collapsed face first to the floor of the stage.</p><p></p><p>“Put the weapon down!” shouted the officers. “NOW!”</p><p></p><p>Hammer put his weapons down. The cops cuffed him and Archive. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean, still whistling, spun on his heel as soon as he saw what was happening, but the cops grabbed him and cuffed him too.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but I do know this,” said one of the cops. “You just killed a Senator.”</p><p></p><p>He was still talking, but Hammer was transfixed as the corpse of Senator Holt slowly rose to its feet, its eyeless face a dripping mess of gore. </p><p></p><p>“I’m not…ready…to come out…yet…” it wheezed.</p><p></p><p>“What?” was all one of the cops got out. He turned just as the thing snapped his neck in two.</p><p></p><p>Two of the other cops, the ones who had their pistols out, fired into the Senator’s corpse at point blank range. The body barely reacted. It snapped one man’s arm and tore his throat out. Then it crushed the other cop’s windpipe.</p><p></p><p>The three remaining cops struggled to draw their pistols. Calmly, the Senator’s corpse fired a shot into each even as they drew their pistols and fired again and again.</p><p></p><p>Hammer swore as the thing advanced on him. Then it fell to its knees. </p><p></p><p>The corpse’s head hit the floor with a wet thud.</p><p></p><p>Guppy and Blade ran in. “What is going on?” said Guppy, wincing. His arm was in a sling and his leg was bandaged up. Blade had a bandage around his head.</p><p></p><p>“The thing is still in Senator’s corpse.” Hammer offered his wrists, which were tightly bound by plastic ties. “Get me out of this.”</p><p></p><p>Blade hacked the bonds that held Hammer captive with one swing of his hatchet. He set about releasing the others when suddenly they heard a strange sound coming from the corpse. It sounded like cicadas crossed with crickets. </p><p></p><p>The corpse’s mouth yawned unnaturally wide, and four black hairy legs scrabbled for purchase around the edges of its lips.</p><p></p><p>“Shoot it!” shouted Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Tentacles whipped out of the mouth, lashing Hammer, Archive, and Jim-Bean. They slumped, paralyzed.</p><p></p><p>“We can’t kill it!” shouted Guppy. He fired his laser pistol, but the corpse just smoldered. </p><p></p><p>“Then burn it,” said Blade. He was fending it off with his hatchets. Blade’s hatchets were the only weapons the tentacles seemed to fear.</p><p></p><p>“Burn it? I can’t even HIT it!”</p><p></p><p>Blade had an idea. He took a step back from the flailing tentacles and, taking careful aimed, hurled his two hatchets at the red curtains behind the stage.</p><p></p><p>His aim was true. The two thick ropes holding the curtains in place were sheared in half by the hatchets. The heavy curtains collapsed onto the corpse and the worm-like thing nestled inside it.</p><p></p><p>Guppy took aim with his laser. The curtains burst into flame.</p><p></p><p>The thing squealed and flailed within the burning conflagration. It sounded almost human.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4134589, member: 3285"] [b]Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 9b – Political Aspirations[/b] Six police officers were ushering Senator Holt, a white-haired man in a dapper suit, off the stage of the conference room. The rest of the crowd was dispersing as they spoke. “Federal agents!” shouted Hammer, flashing his badge. “We’ll take it from here.” “Don’t believe them,” snarled the Senator, his hollow gaze boring into the agents. “They’re terrorists!” “But sir, they have badges,” began one cop. “So did Willis! Do I need to remind you one of your own tried to kill me this morning?” The cop blanched. “No, sir.” Hammer drew two Glocks. “Release the Senator into our custody, NOW.” Behind him, Archive drew his own pistol. Two cops drew their pistols. “Put your weapon down!” “I am not going to ask you again!” shouted Hammer. “The man you’re protecting is an impostor. This is a terrorist plot to blow up the building.” “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” He pointed one crooked finger at Hammer. “I’ll have your ass in a sling for this.” One of the cops lowered their pistols. “Sir, I’m not so sure…” Holt snatched the pistol out of one of the other cop’s holsters and fired on Hammer. The agent fell to his knees, still holding his Glocks. “Sir, what the hell are you doing?” shouted one of the cops. “You just shot a federal agent!” “He’s not a federal agent you moron! They’re trying to assassinate me!” He took aim at Hammer’s forehead. With lightning speed, Hammer lifted both pistols and fired at the Senator’s head. The Senator’s face was a bloody ruin, with two smoking holes out of the back of his head. He collapsed face first to the floor of the stage. “Put the weapon down!” shouted the officers. “NOW!” Hammer put his weapons down. The cops cuffed him and Archive. Jim-Bean, still whistling, spun on his heel as soon as he saw what was happening, but the cops grabbed him and cuffed him too. “I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but I do know this,” said one of the cops. “You just killed a Senator.” He was still talking, but Hammer was transfixed as the corpse of Senator Holt slowly rose to its feet, its eyeless face a dripping mess of gore. “I’m not…ready…to come out…yet…” it wheezed. “What?” was all one of the cops got out. He turned just as the thing snapped his neck in two. Two of the other cops, the ones who had their pistols out, fired into the Senator’s corpse at point blank range. The body barely reacted. It snapped one man’s arm and tore his throat out. Then it crushed the other cop’s windpipe. The three remaining cops struggled to draw their pistols. Calmly, the Senator’s corpse fired a shot into each even as they drew their pistols and fired again and again. Hammer swore as the thing advanced on him. Then it fell to its knees. The corpse’s head hit the floor with a wet thud. Guppy and Blade ran in. “What is going on?” said Guppy, wincing. His arm was in a sling and his leg was bandaged up. Blade had a bandage around his head. “The thing is still in Senator’s corpse.” Hammer offered his wrists, which were tightly bound by plastic ties. “Get me out of this.” Blade hacked the bonds that held Hammer captive with one swing of his hatchet. He set about releasing the others when suddenly they heard a strange sound coming from the corpse. It sounded like cicadas crossed with crickets. The corpse’s mouth yawned unnaturally wide, and four black hairy legs scrabbled for purchase around the edges of its lips. “Shoot it!” shouted Hammer. Tentacles whipped out of the mouth, lashing Hammer, Archive, and Jim-Bean. They slumped, paralyzed. “We can’t kill it!” shouted Guppy. He fired his laser pistol, but the corpse just smoldered. “Then burn it,” said Blade. He was fending it off with his hatchets. Blade’s hatchets were the only weapons the tentacles seemed to fear. “Burn it? I can’t even HIT it!” Blade had an idea. He took a step back from the flailing tentacles and, taking careful aimed, hurled his two hatchets at the red curtains behind the stage. His aim was true. The two thick ropes holding the curtains in place were sheared in half by the hatchets. The heavy curtains collapsed onto the corpse and the worm-like thing nestled inside it. Guppy took aim with his laser. The curtains burst into flame. The thing squealed and flailed within the burning conflagration. It sounded almost human. [/QUOTE]
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