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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4150619" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dire Wavelengths: Part 2 – The Soundstage</strong></p><p></p><p>What was once an abandoned desert airport was transformed into a low-budget soundstage. With no lease and only a token rent, Vanvon reasoned the isolation would be good for creativity. </p><p></p><p>Blade flashed his badge to the guard at the front gate and kept on running. Archive, Hammer, and Guppy trailed behind.</p><p></p><p>The crew was laughing at something. Christine Dee and Allen Roberts had just engaged in what looked like a kiss in front of a window.</p><p></p><p>“This is DRAMA, you ignorant cretin!” shouted the portly Derik Vanvon. “What the HELL is going on?”</p><p></p><p>The laughter died quickly. </p><p></p><p>“I know the script calls for my animal magnetism, but I thought a light moment might be more…”</p><p></p><p>“SHUT UP!” shouted Vanvon. “You’re not a comic—you’re a BUFFOON.”</p><p></p><p>Two men of average height with athletic builds, dressed in casual clothes covered by windbreakers approached. Each had a mustache and extremely short hair.</p><p></p><p>“Hold it buddy,” said one of the security guards. “Who are you?”</p><p></p><p>“Think they recognize us?” Guppy whispered out of the corner of his mouth. </p><p></p><p>Blade shushed him. “I’m Jake…” he paused. “Iron Shirt.”</p><p></p><p>“Jake?” The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Jake Blade? What the hell happened to you man? Rule number one in security: never get involved with a client!”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, thanks for the advice. Listen, I need to talk to my ex-wife.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t we all,” said the other guard, snickering. “You have to leave. You can’t be here.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m a federal agent.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t care who you are,” said the guard. “We have specific orders to keep you off the set.”</p><p></p><p>Behind them, a wiry man of just under average height, dressed in jeans, a stained sweatshirt, a long leather coat, sunglasses, and carrying a messenger bag over his shoulder. He was clearly suspicious, but the guards were so focused on Blade that they had missed him. </p><p></p><p>Hammer didn’t miss him. He edged over.</p><p></p><p>The man was about to reach into his pocket just as Blade poked a pistol in the man’s ribs. “Easy. Put your hands up. Slowly.”</p><p></p><p>The man slowly took the item out of his pocket. It was a Desert Eagle. </p><p></p><p>Hammer got the bodyguards’ attention. “You guys may want to pay a little more attention to the real threats to the stars here,” said Hammer. “This man is carrying a gun and he’s NOT a federal agent.”</p><p></p><p>One of the guards plucked the gun out of the man’s hand.</p><p></p><p>Blade squinted at him. “You? You’re the threat?”</p><p></p><p>“I’M the threat? I’m trying to protect Christine from her crazy ex-husband!”</p><p></p><p>Blade turned to the security guard. “This is Carey Vora. He’s a real nut. She has a restraining order against him for stalking. I dealt with him years ago.”</p><p></p><p>Vanvon was still ranting. “Follow my direction and my camera will convince the world that even a SNIVELING idiot MILQUETOAST like you can be a hero.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re wrong,” said Carey. “You’re the stalker!”</p><p></p><p>Guppy rifled through the man’s bag. “Duct tape. A knife. A sock.”</p><p></p><p>“Looks like a kidnapping kit to me,” said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Miss Dee, since you seem INCAPABLE of delivering even a SINGLE line with conviction,” ranted Vanvon, “let’s continue with you doing the scene in DISHABELLE.” </p><p></p><p>There was the screech of metal overhead and the lighting above snapped.</p><p></p><p>Blade and Hammer rushed forward. Blade tackled Christine and Hammer grabbed Allen, shoving them out of the way just in time as the lighting structure collapsed where they had stood.</p><p></p><p>That was all Vora needed. He grabbed the pistol from the stunned security guard and turned it on the prone Blade…</p><p></p><p>Archive slammed into Vora, tackling him to the ground. He put his full weight on the stalker’s chest, pinning his arms.</p><p></p><p>Christine was also pinned beneath Blade. Their eyes met.</p><p></p><p>“You can have visitation rights once a month,” breathed Christine.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4150619, member: 3285"] [b]Dire Wavelengths: Part 2 – The Soundstage[/b] What was once an abandoned desert airport was transformed into a low-budget soundstage. With no lease and only a token rent, Vanvon reasoned the isolation would be good for creativity. Blade flashed his badge to the guard at the front gate and kept on running. Archive, Hammer, and Guppy trailed behind. The crew was laughing at something. Christine Dee and Allen Roberts had just engaged in what looked like a kiss in front of a window. “This is DRAMA, you ignorant cretin!” shouted the portly Derik Vanvon. “What the HELL is going on?” The laughter died quickly. “I know the script calls for my animal magnetism, but I thought a light moment might be more…” “SHUT UP!” shouted Vanvon. “You’re not a comic—you’re a BUFFOON.” Two men of average height with athletic builds, dressed in casual clothes covered by windbreakers approached. Each had a mustache and extremely short hair. “Hold it buddy,” said one of the security guards. “Who are you?” “Think they recognize us?” Guppy whispered out of the corner of his mouth. Blade shushed him. “I’m Jake…” he paused. “Iron Shirt.” “Jake?” The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Jake Blade? What the hell happened to you man? Rule number one in security: never get involved with a client!” “Yeah, thanks for the advice. Listen, I need to talk to my ex-wife.” “Don’t we all,” said the other guard, snickering. “You have to leave. You can’t be here.” “I’m a federal agent.” “I don’t care who you are,” said the guard. “We have specific orders to keep you off the set.” Behind them, a wiry man of just under average height, dressed in jeans, a stained sweatshirt, a long leather coat, sunglasses, and carrying a messenger bag over his shoulder. He was clearly suspicious, but the guards were so focused on Blade that they had missed him. Hammer didn’t miss him. He edged over. The man was about to reach into his pocket just as Blade poked a pistol in the man’s ribs. “Easy. Put your hands up. Slowly.” The man slowly took the item out of his pocket. It was a Desert Eagle. Hammer got the bodyguards’ attention. “You guys may want to pay a little more attention to the real threats to the stars here,” said Hammer. “This man is carrying a gun and he’s NOT a federal agent.” One of the guards plucked the gun out of the man’s hand. Blade squinted at him. “You? You’re the threat?” “I’M the threat? I’m trying to protect Christine from her crazy ex-husband!” Blade turned to the security guard. “This is Carey Vora. He’s a real nut. She has a restraining order against him for stalking. I dealt with him years ago.” Vanvon was still ranting. “Follow my direction and my camera will convince the world that even a SNIVELING idiot MILQUETOAST like you can be a hero.” “You’re wrong,” said Carey. “You’re the stalker!” Guppy rifled through the man’s bag. “Duct tape. A knife. A sock.” “Looks like a kidnapping kit to me,” said Hammer. “Miss Dee, since you seem INCAPABLE of delivering even a SINGLE line with conviction,” ranted Vanvon, “let’s continue with you doing the scene in DISHABELLE.” There was the screech of metal overhead and the lighting above snapped. Blade and Hammer rushed forward. Blade tackled Christine and Hammer grabbed Allen, shoving them out of the way just in time as the lighting structure collapsed where they had stood. That was all Vora needed. He grabbed the pistol from the stunned security guard and turned it on the prone Blade… Archive slammed into Vora, tackling him to the ground. He put his full weight on the stalker’s chest, pinning his arms. Christine was also pinned beneath Blade. Their eyes met. “You can have visitation rights once a month,” breathed Christine. [/QUOTE]
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