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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5669175" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Curse of the Bone: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Sorry RT, Hurricane Irene had other plans for my wireless access. But power's back on now!</p><p></p><p>==========</p><p></p><p>ALBERTON, ENGLAND—The agents arrived at an entirely normal lot, somewhat isolated by its location between a junk yard and a sewage farm. There was a chain-link wire fence around the lot, topped with barbed wire, with two entrance gates. Cars for sale were littered throughout.</p><p></p><p>"This is where he asked us to meet him?" asked Jim-Bean, skeptical. "At a used car lot?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer shrugged. "If it gets us what we need, I don't care."</p><p></p><p>"And we're supposed to kill someone else for him?" Archive frowned.</p><p></p><p>"Only if they deserve it." Hammer scanned the lot. </p><p></p><p>"I'm tired of hunting cultists. I want guns." Jim-Bean patted a sporty-looking vehicle. "And new wheels would be nice."</p><p></p><p>"You don't like Guppy's adjustments to the Phantom?" asked Archive.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean snorted and inclined his head towards their vehicle, a black Rolls Royce Phantom. "I'd rather not drive a car that makes me look like I'm the Green Hornet, thanks."</p><p></p><p>A black Jaguar XJ-6 roared onto the lot. Two hard-looking men in gray business suits and overcoats stepped out. </p><p></p><p>"You uh," the dark-haired man fished a card out of his pocket and read it. "Hammer?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer's fingers twitched. "Who wants to know?"</p><p></p><p>"We're the Grove brothers. He's Chris, I'm Pete," said the lighter-haired thug. "Cornwell sent us to deliver the goods."</p><p></p><p>"Here?" asked Jim-Bean. "In broad daylight?"</p><p></p><p>Chris made his way over to the trunk. "We like to think of it as killing two birds with one stone." He hefted a heavy satchel filled with guns. "Pop your trunk."</p><p></p><p>Archive popped the Phantom's trunk and Chris dropped the bag into it. "Guns in the first bag. In this one…" he gingerly handed it over to Archive, "…this one's got nightvision goggles and other stuff." </p><p></p><p>"And finally," said Pete, patting his pockets until he found an envelope. "Here's your new identities." He handed Hammer an envelope.</p><p></p><p>"Good…" Hammer trailed off as Pete went back to the car and drew an Uzi from the back seat. "Wait, what are you doing?"</p><p></p><p>"Killing the other bird," said Chris, who bristled with weapons beneath his overcoat.</p><p></p><p>"Excuse me!" A dapper car salesman in a three-piece suit charged over to them. "You can't just come in here like this. I'm going to call the police…"</p><p></p><p>Pete let his jacket fall so that the Uzi was concealed. "Are you Eric Green?" </p><p></p><p>"Who wants to know?"</p><p></p><p>Chris pointed at the salesman's nametag that read: HI, MY NAME IS: ERIC GREEN. "Yeah, that's him."</p><p></p><p>"Good. We've got a message for ya: Don't ever f**k with the Cornwell family." And with that Chris sprayed Green with gunfire at point blank range.</p><p></p><p>A second later Pete joined in, adding his own Uzi's spray to the chaos. The agents drew their own firearms but ducked for cover, unsure who to shoot at. </p><p></p><p>When the Grove brothers' clips were emptied, Green stood there with arms crossed.</p><p></p><p>"Are you finished?" he asked. "Because that was a very big mistake."</p><p></p><p>He made a double-quick gesture with both arms across his face and disappeared. The Grove brothers looked at each other in shock.</p><p></p><p>One of the cars that had suffered the brothers' wrath exploded, flipping end over end as its gas tank ignited. It landed on another vehicle, spraying flaming debris everywhere.</p><p></p><p>"Amateurs," muttered Hammer, shaking his head.</p><p></p><p>Pete asked the obvious. "Where'd he go?" </p><p></p><p>Chris didn't answer. His dumbfounded expression was frozen, but his eyes rolled desperately, trapped in a body that wouldn't move. </p><p></p><p>"Chris?" asked Pete.</p><p></p><p>Something pulsed in Chris' head, roiling like a serpent in a lake across his cheek. Jim-Bean fired a clip into his head before the thing could escape.</p><p></p><p>Pete spun, Uzi trained on Jim-Bean. "What the hell did you do that for?"</p><p></p><p>"Trust me, you don't want to see what was inside his head."</p><p></p><p>"That was my brother you stupid cu—" Pete never finished his sentence. His eyes rolled upwards as he stared at something so horrible that it contorted his features into an infant-like wail.</p><p></p><p>The agents looked up. Nothing.</p><p></p><p>Pete wet himself, staggering backwards in the grip of utter terror. He gurgled an animal-like cry and fell to a fetal position.</p><p></p><p>Archive checked on him. "He's dead."</p><p></p><p>Hammer slapped on the nightvision goggles from the bag. "This is why you hire professionals. Let's go."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5669175, member: 3285"] [b]Curse of the Bone: Prologue[/b] Sorry RT, Hurricane Irene had other plans for my wireless access. But power's back on now! ========== ALBERTON, ENGLAND—The agents arrived at an entirely normal lot, somewhat isolated by its location between a junk yard and a sewage farm. There was a chain-link wire fence around the lot, topped with barbed wire, with two entrance gates. Cars for sale were littered throughout. "This is where he asked us to meet him?" asked Jim-Bean, skeptical. "At a used car lot?" Hammer shrugged. "If it gets us what we need, I don't care." "And we're supposed to kill someone else for him?" Archive frowned. "Only if they deserve it." Hammer scanned the lot. "I'm tired of hunting cultists. I want guns." Jim-Bean patted a sporty-looking vehicle. "And new wheels would be nice." "You don't like Guppy's adjustments to the Phantom?" asked Archive. Jim-Bean snorted and inclined his head towards their vehicle, a black Rolls Royce Phantom. "I'd rather not drive a car that makes me look like I'm the Green Hornet, thanks." A black Jaguar XJ-6 roared onto the lot. Two hard-looking men in gray business suits and overcoats stepped out. "You uh," the dark-haired man fished a card out of his pocket and read it. "Hammer?" Hammer's fingers twitched. "Who wants to know?" "We're the Grove brothers. He's Chris, I'm Pete," said the lighter-haired thug. "Cornwell sent us to deliver the goods." "Here?" asked Jim-Bean. "In broad daylight?" Chris made his way over to the trunk. "We like to think of it as killing two birds with one stone." He hefted a heavy satchel filled with guns. "Pop your trunk." Archive popped the Phantom's trunk and Chris dropped the bag into it. "Guns in the first bag. In this one…" he gingerly handed it over to Archive, "…this one's got nightvision goggles and other stuff." "And finally," said Pete, patting his pockets until he found an envelope. "Here's your new identities." He handed Hammer an envelope. "Good…" Hammer trailed off as Pete went back to the car and drew an Uzi from the back seat. "Wait, what are you doing?" "Killing the other bird," said Chris, who bristled with weapons beneath his overcoat. "Excuse me!" A dapper car salesman in a three-piece suit charged over to them. "You can't just come in here like this. I'm going to call the police…" Pete let his jacket fall so that the Uzi was concealed. "Are you Eric Green?" "Who wants to know?" Chris pointed at the salesman's nametag that read: HI, MY NAME IS: ERIC GREEN. "Yeah, that's him." "Good. We've got a message for ya: Don't ever f**k with the Cornwell family." And with that Chris sprayed Green with gunfire at point blank range. A second later Pete joined in, adding his own Uzi's spray to the chaos. The agents drew their own firearms but ducked for cover, unsure who to shoot at. When the Grove brothers' clips were emptied, Green stood there with arms crossed. "Are you finished?" he asked. "Because that was a very big mistake." He made a double-quick gesture with both arms across his face and disappeared. The Grove brothers looked at each other in shock. One of the cars that had suffered the brothers' wrath exploded, flipping end over end as its gas tank ignited. It landed on another vehicle, spraying flaming debris everywhere. "Amateurs," muttered Hammer, shaking his head. Pete asked the obvious. "Where'd he go?" Chris didn't answer. His dumbfounded expression was frozen, but his eyes rolled desperately, trapped in a body that wouldn't move. "Chris?" asked Pete. Something pulsed in Chris' head, roiling like a serpent in a lake across his cheek. Jim-Bean fired a clip into his head before the thing could escape. Pete spun, Uzi trained on Jim-Bean. "What the hell did you do that for?" "Trust me, you don't want to see what was inside his head." "That was my brother you stupid cu—" Pete never finished his sentence. His eyes rolled upwards as he stared at something so horrible that it contorted his features into an infant-like wail. The agents looked up. Nothing. Pete wet himself, staggering backwards in the grip of utter terror. He gurgled an animal-like cry and fell to a fetal position. Archive checked on him. "He's dead." Hammer slapped on the nightvision goggles from the bag. "This is why you hire professionals. Let's go." [/QUOTE]
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