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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4880857" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Evil Stars: Part 10 – Who You Are in the Dark</strong></p><p></p><p>“I’d really love to see how this place works. It’d be great if I get beneath the stage…”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean stared intently at a roadie named Tom. Tom shook his head. “I dunno man, press isn’t supposed to be down there.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh come on,” said Jim-Bean, a little more forcefully. “It’d mean a lot to me. I’ll put you in my article.”</p><p></p><p>Tom shrugged. “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone, right? Just a quick look around and then you’re back in the green room.”</p><p></p><p>“Sure, sure,” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>They both put on noise-canceling microphones and headsets, the kind helicopter pilots used, that were linked by a comm. With the band playing above them it was nearly impossible to hear otherwise. </p><p></p><p>Tom opened up a trapdoor that led beneath the stage and climbed down a ladder. Jim-Bean followed behind him, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“What’s in the bag?” asked Tom, flicking on a flashlight. It revealed a wooden series of angled beams and scattered debris, including endless cables and discarded metal bars. </p><p></p><p>“Oh, you know, camera equipment,” said Jim-Bean. He looked around. “So this is beneath the stage?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, I don’t know why you wanted to come down here so badly, there’s really not that much to see—“</p><p></p><p>Tom spun, blood flying from his face as Jim-Bean smashed his head in with one of the bars. He struck him so hard that his headset went flying.</p><p></p><p>“Sorry, Tom,” said Jim-Bean, standing over the unconscious man. “But you’re going to have sacrifice yourself for the greater good.”</p><p></p><p>He set to work fastening explosives beneath the stage. The crowd roared above him in response to the band’s latest set.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was just about finished when he caught sight of someone skulking in the shadows. He finished setting the last explosive and then moved towards the figure.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean let out an audible sigh. “Juarez, come out of there.”</p><p></p><p>The impeccably dressed and styled latina reporter slowly slipped out of her hiding place, wearing Tom’s headset. “How did you know it was me?”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean smirked. “Never mind that.” He was trying to remain calm. In the darkness, the spreading pool of Tom’s blood was slowly creeping its way along the dirt floor towards one of Nina’s heels. “You trying to get a scoop on the band?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” said Nina. “After the riots at the last concert, GNN is going to do an exclusive on the band to hear their side of the story.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, that’s great,” said Jim-Bean. “Why don’t we talk upstairs—“</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing down here?” she asked. "And where did you get that headset? I found a spare one down here…"</p><p></p><p>Nina shuffled her feet, and one high heel was dangerously close to Tom’s lifeless hand, invisible in the darkness of the eaves. </p><p></p><p>“Reconnaissance mission. I’ll give you a special scoop, but it’s not safe down here.”</p><p></p><p>Nina snorted. “Not so fast,” she said. “I know what you’re up to.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean froze. “Up to?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s right. Last time you set me up for an exclusive and never showed up. I’m not letting you out of my sight this time.” The sparkling white grin Juarez flashed him indicated her interest was not entirely professional.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean laughed it off. “Right, right. Follow me.”</p><p></p><p>He clambered up the ladder and Nina followed a little too close behind, leaving the blinking explosives and Tom’s corpse.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4880857, member: 3285"] [b]Evil Stars: Part 10 – Who You Are in the Dark[/b] “I’d really love to see how this place works. It’d be great if I get beneath the stage…” Jim-Bean stared intently at a roadie named Tom. Tom shook his head. “I dunno man, press isn’t supposed to be down there.” “Oh come on,” said Jim-Bean, a little more forcefully. “It’d mean a lot to me. I’ll put you in my article.” Tom shrugged. “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone, right? Just a quick look around and then you’re back in the green room.” “Sure, sure,” said Jim-Bean. They both put on noise-canceling microphones and headsets, the kind helicopter pilots used, that were linked by a comm. With the band playing above them it was nearly impossible to hear otherwise. Tom opened up a trapdoor that led beneath the stage and climbed down a ladder. Jim-Bean followed behind him, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. “What’s in the bag?” asked Tom, flicking on a flashlight. It revealed a wooden series of angled beams and scattered debris, including endless cables and discarded metal bars. “Oh, you know, camera equipment,” said Jim-Bean. He looked around. “So this is beneath the stage?” “Yeah, I don’t know why you wanted to come down here so badly, there’s really not that much to see—“ Tom spun, blood flying from his face as Jim-Bean smashed his head in with one of the bars. He struck him so hard that his headset went flying. “Sorry, Tom,” said Jim-Bean, standing over the unconscious man. “But you’re going to have sacrifice yourself for the greater good.” He set to work fastening explosives beneath the stage. The crowd roared above him in response to the band’s latest set. Jim-Bean was just about finished when he caught sight of someone skulking in the shadows. He finished setting the last explosive and then moved towards the figure. Jim-Bean let out an audible sigh. “Juarez, come out of there.” The impeccably dressed and styled latina reporter slowly slipped out of her hiding place, wearing Tom’s headset. “How did you know it was me?” Jim-Bean smirked. “Never mind that.” He was trying to remain calm. In the darkness, the spreading pool of Tom’s blood was slowly creeping its way along the dirt floor towards one of Nina’s heels. “You trying to get a scoop on the band?” “Yes,” said Nina. “After the riots at the last concert, GNN is going to do an exclusive on the band to hear their side of the story.” “Yeah, that’s great,” said Jim-Bean. “Why don’t we talk upstairs—“ “What are you doing down here?” she asked. "And where did you get that headset? I found a spare one down here…" Nina shuffled her feet, and one high heel was dangerously close to Tom’s lifeless hand, invisible in the darkness of the eaves. “Reconnaissance mission. I’ll give you a special scoop, but it’s not safe down here.” Nina snorted. “Not so fast,” she said. “I know what you’re up to.” Jim-Bean froze. “Up to?” “That’s right. Last time you set me up for an exclusive and never showed up. I’m not letting you out of my sight this time.” The sparkling white grin Juarez flashed him indicated her interest was not entirely professional. Jim-Bean laughed it off. “Right, right. Follow me.” He clambered up the ladder and Nina followed a little too close behind, leaving the blinking explosives and Tom’s corpse. [/QUOTE]
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