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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 5750210" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>The file was comprehensive, and with it finding the address was simple. Knocking on the door, it was answered by a small woman with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. </p><p></p><p>“Whaddyawant,” it came out as one word, and the cigarette wobbled up and down violently as she looked up at the three. “Who’reyou?”</p><p></p><p>The three Burnplank operatives glanced at one another. They hadn’t actually discussed this bit...</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>“So what you’re saying,” the old woman said slowly as she tried to understand, “is that my Neil’s eligible for a £2,000 tax rebate if he’s the right Neil West?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s it exactly, dude… er, madam. We need to have a few words with Neil to ensure that his P19 is up to date, and then we’ll go back to the office to confirm the payment.” Norman was thanking his lucky stars for those accountancy courses he’d been on. </p><p></p><p>“Well, you’d bettergoupthen.” The woman sped back up as she lit another cigarette. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>At the top of the stairs, Norman breathed in deeply. The strong herbal smell was something he could deal with. He knocked and entered, knowing that the occupant wouldn’t have heard him what with the gunfire and screaming coming from within.</p><p></p><p>Inside, Norman squinted at the screen, and grinned.</p><p></p><p>“You are the Neilinator88, then? Are you willing to answer some questions for us?”</p><p></p><p>“Huh?” The youth didn’t even look up from the screen as he continued to jab at buttons on the Xbox controller. </p><p></p><p>“My name’s Norman, and I’m from Xbox Live Magazine.” That got a reaction. The kid blinked and missed his shot before his character exploded violently on the screen. </p><p></p><p>“I’m here to interview you about your fantastic kill streak,” Norman continued.</p><p></p><p>The boy looked confused, but he paused the game. “Wot, eight?”</p><p></p><p>“Exactly. Eight’s a fantastically high number. And what’s more amazing is how consistently you’ve been playing.” As Norman kept talking, the teenager went so far as to turn off the television screen and look up from his bed. Norman grinned, and produced a large reefer from his shirt pocket.</p><p></p><p>“Do you mind if I light up? And then I need you to tell me how…” Norman consulted his notes, “five days ago, all of your playing statistics improved by 4.7%. Xbox Live Magazine needs to know what happened to make your gaming improve so dramatically so quickly, dude.”</p><p></p><p>The story came out quickly and excitedly then. The young man jabbered about seeing a circle of lights above a copse of trees as he was walking home from the garage. Then there was a column of fire which roared down from the lights. There was a strange pressure, and the next that he knew was waking up in a room. “The walls were silver, right? And there I was strapped to a table. There’s a bunch of little grey blokes with massive black eyes staring down at me. They jabber at one another, then poke and prod at me. Stabbed something into me arm, look!”</p><p></p><p>The marks he showed the group were three needle like marks just above his right elbow. A few inches higher were a series of dot-shaped burn marks.</p><p></p><p>“What are those?” It was Morag who asked the question, and the young man took a deep draw on Norman’s cigarette before answering.</p><p></p><p>“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Aliens must’ve dunnit, but I don’t remember it happening. Must’ve blacked out again, ‘coz the next thing I remember is waking back up lying by the side of the road where I’d been abducted from. I was really dizzy and had a headache, and they must’ve done some experiment on my mouth, ‘coz it tasted horrible for ages afterwards. Say, when you print this, will I get a copy?”</p><p></p><p>They assured him that he would, and left to the plaintive cry of “Don’tforgetabouttherebate!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 5750210, member: 5675"] The file was comprehensive, and with it finding the address was simple. Knocking on the door, it was answered by a small woman with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. “Whaddyawant,” it came out as one word, and the cigarette wobbled up and down violently as she looked up at the three. “Who’reyou?” The three Burnplank operatives glanced at one another. They hadn’t actually discussed this bit... .oOo. “So what you’re saying,” the old woman said slowly as she tried to understand, “is that my Neil’s eligible for a £2,000 tax rebate if he’s the right Neil West?” “That’s it exactly, dude… er, madam. We need to have a few words with Neil to ensure that his P19 is up to date, and then we’ll go back to the office to confirm the payment.” Norman was thanking his lucky stars for those accountancy courses he’d been on. “Well, you’d bettergoupthen.” The woman sped back up as she lit another cigarette. .oOo. At the top of the stairs, Norman breathed in deeply. The strong herbal smell was something he could deal with. He knocked and entered, knowing that the occupant wouldn’t have heard him what with the gunfire and screaming coming from within. Inside, Norman squinted at the screen, and grinned. “You are the Neilinator88, then? Are you willing to answer some questions for us?” “Huh?” The youth didn’t even look up from the screen as he continued to jab at buttons on the Xbox controller. “My name’s Norman, and I’m from Xbox Live Magazine.” That got a reaction. The kid blinked and missed his shot before his character exploded violently on the screen. “I’m here to interview you about your fantastic kill streak,” Norman continued. The boy looked confused, but he paused the game. “Wot, eight?” “Exactly. Eight’s a fantastically high number. And what’s more amazing is how consistently you’ve been playing.” As Norman kept talking, the teenager went so far as to turn off the television screen and look up from his bed. Norman grinned, and produced a large reefer from his shirt pocket. “Do you mind if I light up? And then I need you to tell me how…” Norman consulted his notes, “five days ago, all of your playing statistics improved by 4.7%. Xbox Live Magazine needs to know what happened to make your gaming improve so dramatically so quickly, dude.” The story came out quickly and excitedly then. The young man jabbered about seeing a circle of lights above a copse of trees as he was walking home from the garage. Then there was a column of fire which roared down from the lights. There was a strange pressure, and the next that he knew was waking up in a room. “The walls were silver, right? And there I was strapped to a table. There’s a bunch of little grey blokes with massive black eyes staring down at me. They jabber at one another, then poke and prod at me. Stabbed something into me arm, look!” The marks he showed the group were three needle like marks just above his right elbow. A few inches higher were a series of dot-shaped burn marks. “What are those?” It was Morag who asked the question, and the young man took a deep draw on Norman’s cigarette before answering. “Dunno,” he shrugged. “Aliens must’ve dunnit, but I don’t remember it happening. Must’ve blacked out again, ‘coz the next thing I remember is waking back up lying by the side of the road where I’d been abducted from. I was really dizzy and had a headache, and they must’ve done some experiment on my mouth, ‘coz it tasted horrible for ages afterwards. Say, when you print this, will I get a copy?” They assured him that he would, and left to the plaintive cry of “Don’tforgetabouttherebate!” [/QUOTE]
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