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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 1661714" data-attributes="member: 2561">[ooc: Now here we arrive at the finale for my first little ministory. Not having received any word from Douane (especially after the recent email) it would be quite easy to let this thread slip away... But I still have another idea to write about after this tale ends, likely to be less than half the size of this story but contains real character development and no killing (shock and/or horror!). Who knows, maybe I'll come up with another idea while writing the next little story and keep the thread alive a little longer. Always a chance.Hmm, and do I have some kind of devious twist at the end of my story? Perhaps, it entirely depends on the reader's interpretation as to how this would relate to anything, but I'm sure there's twist enough to it without having to think long and hard about it. Now aside from that I'll let you read the final part (or not, it's quite possible that no one reads these little bumps of mine, heh).]One sat against a side of the hallway, wheezing and coughing. A corpse lay next to him, its head lying at an awkward angle from the rest of its body. He picked up his smashed earpiece, and finding it unsalvageable, struggled to his feet. He dumped the body in the office, and closed the door on his way out. That'd do until the erasers did their work. As he stumbled towards the office at the end of the hallway something struck him as unusual: Shouldn't there be others? Why was he alone? After a moment of thought he realised he could have asked the same questions in reference to himself. One let the query go unanswered, putting the pieces together could wait till later.He got through the office door and slumped into the chair behind the desk. He coughed a couple more times and stared blankly at the computer monitor for a good ten seconds. A few of his ribs hurt, and things were a tad fuzzy. One half-heartedly dug through his pockets, finally finding and extracting a number of disks. He inserted the first one, and proceeded to transfer the desired files onto it.Two sat downstairs in front of a server terminal, One hadn't replied to her requests. Had something gone wrong?"Five? Ten? Any sign of One?" she asked."No ma'am," came the replies, they had finished planting the erasers a minute or so before now, and had been searching for One."Keep-""Found him!" Five's voice came through, "One got to the computer terminal, he's pretty beat up but he's got the data by the look of it. Making copies of it now."Two looked at the screen in front of her, indeed there was activity on that computer."His earpiece was broken in a fight," Five continued, "We're coming back down.""A fight? Are there any others?" she asked."No idea," Five replied."Where's the body?" Five asked as he and One walked to the stairs.One nodded towards a closed door with a hole at ankle height in the wall opposite it.Five let One lean against the wall while he went to investigate."Forget it, we don't have time," One rasped, "I can tell you all about it when we get back, right now we're expected at the evac point.""Yes, sir," Five answered, and helped One down the stairs.The five remaining team members gathered inside the server room. Though it was still only a short time after the beatings he exchanged with the masked foe, One was standing on his own now, having gathered some breath and regained his equilibrium."We're pulling out," he said hoarsely."What happened to your voice?" Eleven asked."A clothesline for starters," One said, then coughed.He proceeded to distribute out the disks he had stored the data on, before kneeling down next to Eleven. One inspected Five's handiwork, the bandaging was good for the conditions under which they were applied. He grunted as he stood back up."Five, Ten," he said, and indicated Eleven, "We'll split up and take the alternate routes to the evac."After getting this far One didn't want the package failing to arrive. Five and Ten picked up Eleven between them and as the group headed for the door One's team originally came through, they could here approaching sirens."Two, set the timers for 120 seconds," One rasped an order."Yes, sir," she took out a remote detonator and punched in some numbers.She nodded once she was done, then everyone split up.Five hundred metres away the building was purged with intense flames before collapsing in on itself. Kevin took off his balaclava and looked at the disk in his hand. He had fulfilled his objectives, but it was far from a job well done. He winced and placed a hand on his ribs, quite sure a couple had been broken, and retrieved a backpack from behind a dumpster. Quickly as he could he changed into the outfit in the bag, then threw anything not worth keeping into the dumpster. He took a drink bottle from the bag and emptied it too into the dumpster, the smell of petrol permeated the air and Kevin spat some blood off to his left. He took a moment to check a tooth which felt wobbly, then threw a match into the dumpster as well. The petrol ignited with a 'woof', and Kevin paced off into the shadows created by the flames.</blockquote>

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