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I am the Mad Bomber which bombs at midnight!


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Posted by Koyle (Gunther) on 7-23-2001 View profile for Gunther View the previous message in this thread

At first glance, the bustling activity of the Komp Dun brought back memories not only of Hewe, but also far more painful flashes from the Hive. Slowly but surely, the runt became aware of the icy cover creeping back over his heart and mind, only to be halted when the phreaks made the stark differences readily apparent. Never would Koyle have been welcomed in the Hive, not now, and not ever, especially not the hero's welcome that he'd been getting more and more often as of late.

Moments later, though, Shaggy brought order back to the room. One last cheer went up before the group went to work. Koyle had a chance to evaluate the individuals as they paired up, knowing full well that the best would go with the worst, and so forth down the chain. By using Sear as a reference point, he was more or less able to assess everyone's skill level and probable problem groups.

After everyone had prepared their individual laptops, the reports began flowing in, just as if they were sitting in some military control room. The runt grinned as he fancied himself the General of some important operation, rather than the ringleader of a criminal bank heist. A second later he decided that he didn't like the picture all that much and switched his role back to ringleader.

When all six groups had reported systems green, Koyle moved around the circle, giving each group the disk that corresponded to the business they would be hitting. "On my command, hit your bussinessess. Be very careful and don't get in too much of a hurry. Oncce you are done, cover your trail and get out." The runt paused at the head of the table, then added another statement rather reluctantly. "If you need any help, pleasse call for it."

His position as leader now clarified, the runt waited a moment for everyone to prepare, then gave the fateful command. If all went well, the business incision would be simple. An hour later, they could sit back and watch the money come rolling in.

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Gunther
The galaxy hates me...and I love it!


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