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- [ Vengeance! ] [ By Hedge ]
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- "VENGEANCE!"
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- written by HEDGE
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- The revenge is sweeter than a cold sorbet!"
- - Colonel Sponz
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- He sat in a four-cornered room staring at candles. Without focusing, his
- eyes kept looking right into the flickering light, and you could see that
- he was concentrating on keeping them that way. The silence was almost
- unbearable, you could occasionally hear the low thunder of airplanes
- passing, but aside from that, numbing silence. Who knows what went on
- inside his head at that time. God knows he had a lot to think about, but
- it seemed he needed to get it together, to sort the bad from the worse so
- to speak. It all had happened so fast. Only a few hours earlier this
- place had been his apartment, but now it came closer to a pile of garbage
- in resemblance.
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- The police had done a thorough job. He hadn't even had time to switch
- off the equipment after his last visit in the Network, before they had come
- crashing into the apartment. The only remainder of that there once had
- been a computer there was a black power cord dangling from a back of a
- chair. Somehow they must have forgotten it, he thought, not looking at it.
- He kept his eyes concentrated on the candles. Somehow you got the
- impression that he wasn't ready to deal with the destruction just yet.
- Knowing was enough, seeing it could perhaps only make things worse.
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- They had come. Everything which could possible (in their minds) have a
- value in their investigation they had taken. He had a faint memory of
- someone speaking to him during all this, but no matter how hard he tried,
- he could not remember the words. All he could recall was floorboards being
- broken up, plates smashed and other pieces of furniture being destroyed in
- their "search". They even broke his only source of light, the lamp
- dangling from the ceiling. He mildly wondered what on earth they had
- expected to find in a light bulb. The only thing of interest they hadn't
- found was now on the table in front of him, beside the candles. The thing
- was a Glock 17. He had stolen it during his military service and had had
- many enjoying experiences with it since. Although he lacked a permit for
- it, there was usually never any problems in getting hold of ammunition to
- it. Most of the time, it was only a few phone calls away. He had kept it
- well hidden under a fake floor in one of his closets, and the police hadn't
- been able to find it. It was loaded, and lay there beside the candles,
- gleaming.
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- Beside the gun lay a receipt with a phone number on it. He knew it went
- to the chief prosecutor of this investigation, and before he sat down in
- front of the candles, he had managed to get hold of the prosecutors name
- and address. He stil had some friends he thought slowly. Even if some of
- those he earlier considered to be his friends had cooperated with the
- police and told them all they knew about him. Just to save their own
- asses! He had their names as well...
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- You could feel the atmosphere in the room change as the man suddenly
- stood up and looked at what was left of his apartment. It was like
- something had came clear to him, and that he knew. You could see the
- difference in his eyes as well. Gone was the shocked thousand yard stare.
- It had been replaced by a confident look which knew what was to be done,
- and how to do it. He grabbed the gun, cocked it and headed towards the
- door. Beside the door he stopped and put on his black leather jacket, and
- let the gun slide down in one of its big pockets. As he stepped out in the
- dark autumn night he could hear the noise of the big city clearly through
- the brisk cold air. He stood there for a while breathing. He then started
- the short walk towards the subway station where a train would take him to
- the city.
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- The only thing he could think of as he slowly descended down the stairs
- into the underground was some addresses he somehow had gotten hold of...
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- Don't get mad, Get Even!!!
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