Post by 23skidoo on May 18, 2009 8:47:38 GMT -5
We tapped our toes and whittled our spoons but still they wouldn't come....
5 days of waiting for the Corporation and our drinks cabinet was running dry. Trish and Panda were starting to get the wanderlust and Winks had taken to conversing with the art works she was so fond of putting on the wall. The new guy, Moriarty, got gunned down by a hot chick in PVC shorts - lucky bastard.
I knew they were coming, I knew they were secret but what happened next was verging on the ridiculous.
Friday morning, things were fine, as usual. A few locals had contributed to our BBQ and Panda had whipped up his special sauce. I'd just sterilized a skewer and was reaching for the rat when there was a deafening bang and a brainshearing explosion of light. Ultimate darkness descended and I was aware of a small prick in the side of my neck. I wasn't looking for this sort of party was the last thought to leave my mind as I blacked out and presumably hit the floor.
Later (?) I hear voices, muffled and foggy silhouettes moved around my vision and I feel my senses slowly returning.
'Absinthe?' I ask, assuming that things had gotten out of hand again.
'Umbrella Corporation' a voice replies, 'welcome to the Bunker'.
The voice soon gains a face, serious and grim, and a hand is extended in my direction.
'Leon Cane, I hear you want to chat'.
I'm getting too old for this shit I think as I pull my note pad and hip flask out of my pocket....
Dont touch that dial Malton, we'll be back after a quick evangelical break to hear what UC has to say.
5 days of waiting for the Corporation and our drinks cabinet was running dry. Trish and Panda were starting to get the wanderlust and Winks had taken to conversing with the art works she was so fond of putting on the wall. The new guy, Moriarty, got gunned down by a hot chick in PVC shorts - lucky bastard.
I knew they were coming, I knew they were secret but what happened next was verging on the ridiculous.
Friday morning, things were fine, as usual. A few locals had contributed to our BBQ and Panda had whipped up his special sauce. I'd just sterilized a skewer and was reaching for the rat when there was a deafening bang and a brainshearing explosion of light. Ultimate darkness descended and I was aware of a small prick in the side of my neck. I wasn't looking for this sort of party was the last thought to leave my mind as I blacked out and presumably hit the floor.
Later (?) I hear voices, muffled and foggy silhouettes moved around my vision and I feel my senses slowly returning.
'Absinthe?' I ask, assuming that things had gotten out of hand again.
'Umbrella Corporation' a voice replies, 'welcome to the Bunker'.
The voice soon gains a face, serious and grim, and a hand is extended in my direction.
'Leon Cane, I hear you want to chat'.
I'm getting too old for this shit I think as I pull my note pad and hip flask out of my pocket....
Dont touch that dial Malton, we'll be back after a quick evangelical break to hear what UC has to say.