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Oops I Guess I Ripped My Pants Again...
Like an unfeeling robot on a mission from god, he was not sure if he was
on the board level or not. It felt like at times he was but he wasn't
too sure of what the board level was.
His fingers danced over the keyboard as he was entering data into the terminal. He didn't know why he was doing so, just that maybe he was programmed long ago to do it. No use stopping now.
His headset chimed and then he tapped the receive signal.
"Max Cube?" a voice asked.
"That be he," Max toned in. "How can I help thee?"
"Well, actually," the sultry feminine voice purred, "this is your wake up call."
His fingers danced over the keyboard as he was entering data into the terminal. He didn't know why he was doing so, just that maybe he was programmed long ago to do it. No use stopping now.
His headset chimed and then he tapped the receive signal.
"Max Cube?" a voice asked.
"That be he," Max toned in. "How can I help thee?"
"Well, actually," the sultry feminine voice purred, "this is your wake up call."
Invitationally
His head ached as if on fire; he picked himself up from the field and
tried to get his bearings. Max was lost and he really didn't know what
he was in for; that last shift really did something, and he felt off. As
if he was looking through eyes of a body that wasn't his.
He straightened out his tie and dusted off the debris that clung to his dinner jacket. It was early summer and the sun was drifting off across the sky.
Not too far from where he landed he noticed a party invitation. He picked it up and read it and then glanced at his Rolex and shook his head.
I'm late.
He straightened out his tie and dusted off the debris that clung to his dinner jacket. It was early summer and the sun was drifting off across the sky.
Not too far from where he landed he noticed a party invitation. He picked it up and read it and then glanced at his Rolex and shook his head.
I'm late.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Here...
Max, dressed in yellow and covered with black triangles about his face, walked through the door. He approached the counter and placed a crumpled ten dollar bill, and pointed to what he wanted. The bartender complied. Several patrons' eyes followed him as he took a seat at the bar.
The bartender was going to ask Max a question but decided against it, based on what the answer might be. The low murmur of chatter began again as the patrons went back to what they were doing, while one or two were speculating on what the weird person who entered might be up to.
"So stranger what's new?" a woman who sat at the end of the bar asked Max. She seemed to have been a pretty woman once, a long time ago before alcohol had consumed her.
Max shrugged and took off the eyepatch and placed it on the counter. He shuffled it down to the end of the bar where the woman was sitting.
"You trying to tell me something?" the barfly inquired.
The bartender placed a drink in front of Max and took the crumpled bill. The bartender looked at his hand; that's when he discovered that the bill was wet.
"Is it raining out?" the bartender asked. He straightened out the bill on the counter behind him. "Or did you decide to take a swim before you got here?"
Max took a sip from the drink as the barfly took the eyepatch and looked at it as a child looks upon a new toy.
The bartender was waiting for an answer.
The bartender was going to ask Max a question but decided against it, based on what the answer might be. The low murmur of chatter began again as the patrons went back to what they were doing, while one or two were speculating on what the weird person who entered might be up to.
"So stranger what's new?" a woman who sat at the end of the bar asked Max. She seemed to have been a pretty woman once, a long time ago before alcohol had consumed her.
Max shrugged and took off the eyepatch and placed it on the counter. He shuffled it down to the end of the bar where the woman was sitting.
"You trying to tell me something?" the barfly inquired.
The bartender placed a drink in front of Max and took the crumpled bill. The bartender looked at his hand; that's when he discovered that the bill was wet.
"Is it raining out?" the bartender asked. He straightened out the bill on the counter behind him. "Or did you decide to take a swim before you got here?"
Max took a sip from the drink as the barfly took the eyepatch and looked at it as a child looks upon a new toy.
The bartender was waiting for an answer.
Exit the Sandman
She awoke on the couch sometime later. Her mind and body rejuvenated from
the much-needed sleep, and her mouth was parched. She got up and headed
to the kitchen where she got a bottle of flavoured water out and took a
long gulp from it.
She looked at the phone and saw that she had 17 messages; she turned on the television and discovered that she had been out for three days.
"Wow," she muttered to herself. "That's a first. Three days of rest and no interruption."
She raised the bottle high for a toast before she took another sip.
She looked at the phone and saw that she had 17 messages; she turned on the television and discovered that she had been out for three days.
"Wow," she muttered to herself. "That's a first. Three days of rest and no interruption."
She raised the bottle high for a toast before she took another sip.
The Code of Painters
Max walked up to the wall and looked around and then he took out a
spray can and began to work. His movements controlled and precise
and the masterpiece began to reveal itself.
"You just about finished there, Picasso?" Frank asked him through the headset. "I just had a patrol pass through here, they should be in your vicinity in about a minute."
"Just about, Rembrandt," Max replied; he was putting on the finishing touches.
Max stepped back to admire his handiwork and smiled. It wasn't everyday that he fought battles without weapons and only words. Hopefully, this one would start a revolution.
Boogie.
"You just about finished there, Picasso?" Frank asked him through the headset. "I just had a patrol pass through here, they should be in your vicinity in about a minute."
"Just about, Rembrandt," Max replied; he was putting on the finishing touches.
Max stepped back to admire his handiwork and smiled. It wasn't everyday that he fought battles without weapons and only words. Hopefully, this one would start a revolution.
Boogie.
} Aces Up - For R.T.
"Go to black" Max said. He ejected the clips from his handguns and was in the process of slapping new ones in. He turned to Maggie and asked, "How you doing?"
Maggie looked up and gave him a wink; she was dressing a wound to her leg. It seemed like she was in a world of pain but she didn't show it. There was a make-shift tourniquet on her leg.
"We don't have much time left," Max replied. "They will be arriving in full force in a little while. You think you are able to make the run?"
"Yeah," Maggie replied as she was fighting to stand. Max held out a hand to make sure that she was steady enough. They looked into each others eyes and a smile came to their lips.
Trump jumped down from a pile of boxes. "They are coming. This time they are bringing Acers."
Max swore.
Acers meant that they were in more serious trouble.
20131005
Into the Well of Darkness...
"You sure about this?" Goner inquired. He stood at the edge of the well and looked down; he was shaking off the unsure feeling. Of all the weirdness he has been through in the past few days, this was certainly unnerving.
Max walked up to the edge of the ancient well and glanced down. "The old lady said this was the way."
Goner picked up a brick that was off to one side and dropped it over the edge; they watched the brick disappear into the darkness and neither one heard a sound.
"I hope the hell you are correct with that old lady," Goner said. "I hope she didn't lead us into a trap. You know there could be that demon girl from that horror movie I watched waiting to feed on our souls."
Max took a long puff from the cigarette; he exhaled the smoke into the air and then he flicked the cigarette off to one side. He drew his guns.
"No time like the present to find out," he quipped and then he jumped in.
Max walked up to the edge of the ancient well and glanced down. "The old lady said this was the way."
Goner picked up a brick that was off to one side and dropped it over the edge; they watched the brick disappear into the darkness and neither one heard a sound.
"I hope the hell you are correct with that old lady," Goner said. "I hope she didn't lead us into a trap. You know there could be that demon girl from that horror movie I watched waiting to feed on our souls."
Max took a long puff from the cigarette; he exhaled the smoke into the air and then he flicked the cigarette off to one side. He drew his guns.
"No time like the present to find out," he quipped and then he jumped in.
Tuff Talk
"Max?"
"That's my name," he replied. "Well, for now."
Angst chuckled at that and proceeded with the question she was going to ask, "Do you think there will come a time when we all will have outlived our function?"
Max sat behind the wheel as they were cruising down the street. His arm on the window and the Fabulous Thunderbirds blaring from the speaker. At that moment he really hadn't a care in the world.
He really didn't have an answer for Angst's question, so he turned to her and flashed her a smile. "It's hard to say at this point in time."
"That's my name," he replied. "Well, for now."
Angst chuckled at that and proceeded with the question she was going to ask, "Do you think there will come a time when we all will have outlived our function?"
Max sat behind the wheel as they were cruising down the street. His arm on the window and the Fabulous Thunderbirds blaring from the speaker. At that moment he really hadn't a care in the world.
He really didn't have an answer for Angst's question, so he turned to her and flashed her a smile. "It's hard to say at this point in time."
33 Minutes 2 Go
Suki fired several blasts from the Godhammer. Her arm was tired and she didn't know if she could keep it up. Each hit took out a target, but it was hard to miss since the whole area was infested with these creatures.
Her armed glowed an unearthly red, as sweat slipped from her forehead and down her face. If they got out of this she was going to kick Goner's arse since he had sneezed and alerted the creatures to where they were hiding.
"Hang in there kid," Frank told her.
She stole a glance to where he was and he was firing a canon in that direction. He didn't look like he was having as much fun as Angst, who was spinning madly about, uzis blazing and looking much akin to a hardened veteran.
"Easy for you to say," Suki told him. "I will be so glad when dawn gets here."
"That's another 33 minutes," Frank replied with a wry smile.
Her armed glowed an unearthly red, as sweat slipped from her forehead and down her face. If they got out of this she was going to kick Goner's arse since he had sneezed and alerted the creatures to where they were hiding.
"Hang in there kid," Frank told her.
She stole a glance to where he was and he was firing a canon in that direction. He didn't look like he was having as much fun as Angst, who was spinning madly about, uzis blazing and looking much akin to a hardened veteran.
"Easy for you to say," Suki told him. "I will be so glad when dawn gets here."
"That's another 33 minutes," Frank replied with a wry smile.
Sure Plays a Mean Nickel
Goner flicked the nickel with his finger and it spun around on the
table. He sat back and watched the coin twirl about at a mad speed. Max
caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and it looked like a
steel ball.
It reminded him of something that he hadn't done in a long time and he suddenly had this urge to play one.
"Damn you," Max muttered.
"What?" Goner said as he looked up at Max. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Max replied and he slid out of the booth. "Just got this urge to play some pinball."
Goner scooped up the nickel as he slid out the booth. "The Roy has a couple of them."
"Lead on MacDuff!" Max said as he slapped Goner's back. "And you buy the first round."
It reminded him of something that he hadn't done in a long time and he suddenly had this urge to play one.
"Damn you," Max muttered.
"What?" Goner said as he looked up at Max. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Max replied and he slid out of the booth. "Just got this urge to play some pinball."
Goner scooped up the nickel as he slid out the booth. "The Roy has a couple of them."
"Lead on MacDuff!" Max said as he slapped Goner's back. "And you buy the first round."
Moments Before...
He was alone and in a world of pain. He counted the bullet wounds and knew that he was going to be in a serious state if he didn't get medical
attention soon enough.
Damn only one left and it's bent.
He took it out of the package and looked at it; the markings on the filter told him he might be able to use this. He crumpled the now empty pack and tossed it to one side. He fished out his lighter and lit the cigarette, and savored the smoke for a few moments before exhaling.
A black fly landed on his shoulder and he offered it a puff. The fly declined and headed off to parts unknown.
"Send help," Max called after it. Then muttered to himself, "I do need it."
Damn only one left and it's bent.
He took it out of the package and looked at it; the markings on the filter told him he might be able to use this. He crumpled the now empty pack and tossed it to one side. He fished out his lighter and lit the cigarette, and savored the smoke for a few moments before exhaling.
A black fly landed on his shoulder and he offered it a puff. The fly declined and headed off to parts unknown.
"Send help," Max called after it. Then muttered to himself, "I do need it."
At the Billboard of Broken Dreams
EXT. BILLBOARD PLATFORM - DUSK
MAX and MAGS are sitting on a billboard platform overlooking the highway. MAGS has her head on MAX's shoulder. Her katana at her side, while MAX'S pistols are at his side; he has a cigarette in his mouth puffing away. The sun is setting upon the horizon and they are sitting looking at it.
FRANK enters by climbing up a ladder.
FRANK:
I knew I'd find you guys here.
MAX:
Join the party.
MAGS:
Always room for one more.
FRANK:
(he stands and pulls out a can of beer from his jacket pocket)
So what's up?
MAX:
You are in time for the main event. The sun is about to set.
MAGS:
It's lovely this time of year.
MAX:
That it is.
FRANK
(raises beer towards sun)
I'll drink to that.
MAX and MAGS are sitting on a billboard platform overlooking the highway. MAGS has her head on MAX's shoulder. Her katana at her side, while MAX'S pistols are at his side; he has a cigarette in his mouth puffing away. The sun is setting upon the horizon and they are sitting looking at it.
FRANK enters by climbing up a ladder.
FRANK:
I knew I'd find you guys here.
MAX:
Join the party.
MAGS:
Always room for one more.
FRANK:
(he stands and pulls out a can of beer from his jacket pocket)
So what's up?
MAX:
You are in time for the main event. The sun is about to set.
MAGS:
It's lovely this time of year.
MAX:
That it is.
FRANK
(raises beer towards sun)
I'll drink to that.
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