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Date Posted: 15:12:50 09/07/02 Sat
Author: Wally
Author Host/IP: 200-163-1-204-bsace7006.dsl.telebrasilia.net.br / 200.163.1.204
Subject: Okay...

Here's the very beginning of my Spycraft fanfic series. It'll be starred by what Silencer would be, were he cool, and a few other Wally Mythos characters. I plan on making a fuckload of cameos.

Without more talking, here is a teaser for...

The Craft

Whutty tried to de-activate the patchwork security system between him and the relicary of St. Glock. He sighed. He knew from day one he�d lament not taking that electronics operation certification at HQ. And now, he�d soon be chased by hundreds of armed zealots through the chambers of the Vatican just because of a second grade security alarm.
�I hate my life,� said he, sweat covering his forehead, �I really do.� This was not the first, but likely the last time he�d speak such words.
He lowered himself more down the rappelling rope. Eventually he decided to step on the floor. Nothing happened. Standing up, at least, he�d have a chance.
He still failed. �At least the alarm didn�t go off,� he thought. But then again, he had to take the reliquary. For great justice. For Global Peace. To Save The World.
Why did he care, he often wondered. Why did he, who hated himself so, and everyone else even more, care about the Fate of the Free Peoples?
It was all Her fault, of course. Her. The world had to exist, so She could be happy.
He shrugged, grabbed the reliquary, and ran through the darkened chambers while the pressure sensor gave away the intruder.
Bearded saints looked down on him.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Replies:

Is that 'her' K, An or Jess? -- Urwen, 05:07:14 09/08/02 Sun
- K or Jess of course. -- Silencer, 05:40:06 09/08/02 Sun
- More "paradigmatic Her". -- Wally, 10:01:01 09/08/02 Sun
  - Like a sorta 'Kanjess'? (NT) -- Urwen, 08:28:32 09/13/02 Fri
    - ...asdf 0wnz0r... (NT) -- W., 10:04:00 09/13/02 Fri

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