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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4741638" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dreams: Part 5 – Mental Estate</strong></p><p></p><p>A crystal dragon greeted Guppy in the lobby of Puchsky Real Estate. Mr. Grant’s secretary was a gorgeous Japanese woman with an icy stare. </p><p></p><p>"Hello," said Guppy. "My name is Hank Gupta. I'm here to see Mr. Grant."</p><p></p><p>His secretary greeted Guppy icily. “Mr. Grant is extremely busy. Can I ask what this is about?” </p><p></p><p>Guppy leaned forward. "This is about a special situation that he alone can deal with."</p><p></p><p>The secretary sneered. "One of those meetings." She pressed the intercom. "Mr. Grant, a Mister Gupta is here to see you?" She hung up the phone and addressed Guppy. “Mr. Grant is expecting you,” she said flatly. “You are not permitted weapons beyond this point.” She unlocked a drawer in her desk and looked in Guppy's direction. </p><p></p><p>Guppy held up his hands. "I don't have any weapons."</p><p></p><p>In truth, his pistol and cistron had been confiscated when he was put on mental health leave. He had to hack his way into Blacknet just to get Grant's information.</p><p></p><p>The secretary led Guppy into an oak-paneled conference room with comfortable chairs and an expensive marble tabletop.</p><p></p><p>Two large men in suits entered the room and stood on either side of the head of the table. John Grant entered. </p><p></p><p>Grant was a mountain of muscle. His clean-shaven face was scarred and he wore a permanent scowl. His hair was in a buzz cut style. Grant was dressed in a pinstriped suit. </p><p></p><p>“Hanky, sorry to keep you waiting," he spoke with a Brooklyn-Italian accent. "Can I get you a drink?” he offered. John snapped his fingers and his bodyguards immediately began mixing Guppy a drink. “I understand you have a mysterious business proposition for me.”</p><p></p><p>"I need to speak to you privately," said Guppy, taking a seat across from Grant. </p><p></p><p>Grant nodded towards his bodyguards. "Fix yourselves drinks, boys." He turned back to Guppy. "I don't know what you're into, Hanky. But you're in way over your head. I haven't seen you since elementary school, and now I see you twice in one week. The guy you were hanging out with, he's bad people. Did he owe you money too?"</p><p></p><p>Guppy didn't know what the hell Grant was talking about. "No, forget that. I think you're in grave danger. There are these…aliens. They have taken over the world…"</p><p></p><p>Grant leaned back and laughed. "Oh man, Hanky. You look like something the cat threw up. Are you high? You need money for drugs, is that what this is about?"</p><p></p><p>"You're not LISTENING," said Guppy urgently. "I think that you're caught up in some sort of invasion—"</p><p></p><p>Grant sighed and took a pistol out from behind his back. He placed it on the table. "Hanky, look. People come in here to either give me money or ask for money. You're doing neither, so at this point you're starting to look like some crazy junkie wasting my time. And nobody wastes my time."</p><p></p><p>Grant's eyes flicked to his phone. A light was flashing urgently.</p><p></p><p>"Someone tripped the alarm." Grant stood up, pistol in hand, and pointed it at Guppy. "This some kind of trick, Hanky? Boys," he ordered his bodyguard, "secure the door! Who are you fronting for?'</p><p></p><p>Guppy threw up his hands. "I don't know what you're talking about!"</p><p></p><p>"We'll see." Grant pressed the speakerphone without taking his eyes or pistol off of Guppy. "Lillian. Lillian? What's going on out there?"</p><p></p><p>"We have you surrounded," came Jim-Bean's voice, with a thick British accent. "Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up."</p><p></p><p>"You gotta be kiddin' me—"</p><p></p><p>"We have a sniper trained on you right now. He can put a bullet in your head. I repeat, put your hands—"</p><p></p><p>Grant smacked the off button on the speakerphone. "We're getting out of here, but not before I clean up this little mess." He took careful aim at Guppy's forehead.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4741638, member: 3285"] [b]Dreams: Part 5 – Mental Estate[/b] A crystal dragon greeted Guppy in the lobby of Puchsky Real Estate. Mr. Grant’s secretary was a gorgeous Japanese woman with an icy stare. "Hello," said Guppy. "My name is Hank Gupta. I'm here to see Mr. Grant." His secretary greeted Guppy icily. “Mr. Grant is extremely busy. Can I ask what this is about?” Guppy leaned forward. "This is about a special situation that he alone can deal with." The secretary sneered. "One of those meetings." She pressed the intercom. "Mr. Grant, a Mister Gupta is here to see you?" She hung up the phone and addressed Guppy. “Mr. Grant is expecting you,” she said flatly. “You are not permitted weapons beyond this point.” She unlocked a drawer in her desk and looked in Guppy's direction. Guppy held up his hands. "I don't have any weapons." In truth, his pistol and cistron had been confiscated when he was put on mental health leave. He had to hack his way into Blacknet just to get Grant's information. The secretary led Guppy into an oak-paneled conference room with comfortable chairs and an expensive marble tabletop. Two large men in suits entered the room and stood on either side of the head of the table. John Grant entered. Grant was a mountain of muscle. His clean-shaven face was scarred and he wore a permanent scowl. His hair was in a buzz cut style. Grant was dressed in a pinstriped suit. “Hanky, sorry to keep you waiting," he spoke with a Brooklyn-Italian accent. "Can I get you a drink?” he offered. John snapped his fingers and his bodyguards immediately began mixing Guppy a drink. “I understand you have a mysterious business proposition for me.” "I need to speak to you privately," said Guppy, taking a seat across from Grant. Grant nodded towards his bodyguards. "Fix yourselves drinks, boys." He turned back to Guppy. "I don't know what you're into, Hanky. But you're in way over your head. I haven't seen you since elementary school, and now I see you twice in one week. The guy you were hanging out with, he's bad people. Did he owe you money too?" Guppy didn't know what the hell Grant was talking about. "No, forget that. I think you're in grave danger. There are these…aliens. They have taken over the world…" Grant leaned back and laughed. "Oh man, Hanky. You look like something the cat threw up. Are you high? You need money for drugs, is that what this is about?" "You're not LISTENING," said Guppy urgently. "I think that you're caught up in some sort of invasion—" Grant sighed and took a pistol out from behind his back. He placed it on the table. "Hanky, look. People come in here to either give me money or ask for money. You're doing neither, so at this point you're starting to look like some crazy junkie wasting my time. And nobody wastes my time." Grant's eyes flicked to his phone. A light was flashing urgently. "Someone tripped the alarm." Grant stood up, pistol in hand, and pointed it at Guppy. "This some kind of trick, Hanky? Boys," he ordered his bodyguard, "secure the door! Who are you fronting for?' Guppy threw up his hands. "I don't know what you're talking about!" "We'll see." Grant pressed the speakerphone without taking his eyes or pistol off of Guppy. "Lillian. Lillian? What's going on out there?" "We have you surrounded," came Jim-Bean's voice, with a thick British accent. "Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up." "You gotta be kiddin' me—" "We have a sniper trained on you right now. He can put a bullet in your head. I repeat, put your hands—" Grant smacked the off button on the speakerphone. "We're getting out of here, but not before I clean up this little mess." He took careful aim at Guppy's forehead. [/QUOTE]
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