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| Zsin Dobre | Feb 26 2009, 10:31 PM Post #16 |
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DESMOND Day 39 Entry 1 Desmond found himself wearing a plastic yellow apron, slinging giant southern bluefin tuna. He needed to get out of Fiji, and to do that he needed money. He took a job at a fish market and after a long and arduous day’s work, he counted the minutes until his shift ended. The owner of the market approached him, “You good worka. I give you wage early. Go eat food. You stay in back for night.” Desmond was appreciative. This man was willing to help him get on his feet. Desmond set off. He noticed the wind really picking up. After a stroll down the road, Desmond came upon a shanty eatery. He pushed through the front door and took a seat at the counter. The place was relatively empty, with the exception of one lone waitress and a cook. After pondering the menu he was ready to order. “One whiskey please.” “We no have whiskey.” Said the waitress. “Well lass, what kind of drink do you have?” She poured him a bottle with Asian characters on the label. “Drink” she said with a grin. Desmond took a swig.“Bourbon? That’ll do” he said with a smile. He then proceeded to try and amuse himself with small talk, “So... Windy afternoon, eh?” The waitress grunted “Uhh.. Storm coming.” With that Desmond felt the wind on his back. A new customer had pushed through the front door. |
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| Heimdall | Feb 26 2009, 11:32 PM Post #17 |
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(the contents of this post come mainly from a day 27 flash forward. Wow, it’s long. I guess this is when I thought I could beat Haggis for longest post. This was probably one of my favorite posts I’ve done so far, even now. I have tweaked it with some new information.) Saturday, October 30, 2004 He repeated the numbers in a cadence and then converted them to letters to pass the time as he waited. Aside from his satchel, the number game had been his sole companion this day. Sometimes he used it to help with his attention. Today he did it as a test. He was pleased that he could still recite the number sequence, even with the headaches and tumor. “Lot 2343,” the auctioneer announced, and Ben focused his thoughts on this new game. “The Ledger of the Black Rock. This ledger is the only surviving artifact of the final voyage of the Black Rock, a trade ship that set sail from Portsmouth, England March 22, 1845 on a trading mission to the Kingdom of Siam in southeastern Asia. The ledger was discovered 7 years later among the artifacts of pirates on Île Sainte-Marie. The bidding will start at 200,000 pounds.” Ben waited for several minutes, waiting and watching. There were about three to four bidders. Some waited, as Ben did, to become involved. But there was one gentleman in the back who continued to raise the stakes about every third or fourth bid. Could that be an agent of the Bekowr? The bidding slowed at 300,000 pounds, and Ben decided to get involved. Eventually, the only opponent he had left was the was the possible Bekowr agent. The man logged a bid of 315,000 pounds. Ben was becoming irritated, but he had noticed that his opponent was raising the stakes to a lesser and lesser degree. He could overshoot him, he estimated, and it was doubtful that his opponent could keep up with the finances that Charles was willing to invest in this. Although he liked the idea of spending Widmore’s money, Ben wanted to be careful, because he had another major purchase to make on Widmore’s dime. “380,000,” Ben said as the auctioneer was looking for a bid of 318,000, and the effect was immediate. Southfield Auction House became silent, and no opposing bids were placed. Three or four items later, Ben successfully bid on his second item for 400,000 pounds. It was a Magnetic Resonance Imaging core that was going to be used by the military for examining buildings from space, but the unit did not function appropriately for that. The strength was about 25 times that of a commercial grade MRI machine. Ben had immediate use for it as an MRI for his brain, but he had far more important uses for what was, essentially, the most powerful magnet on the planet. He arranged for delivery of the magnet to a warehouse where he had a contact. An hour or so later Ben left with a package under his arm. As he left, two very large men took him by the shoulders. Ben wondered if they were intelligent enough to make sounds. “Come with us,” they managed to say. Ben followed them making no move to resist, even though their grip on him was quite firm. “Of course,” Ben replied, looking over his shoulder at Widmore’s driver on the other side of the parking lot. Immediately, Widmore’s men began racing towards Ben and his assailants, but they would not get there in time. Ben was forced into the back seat of a sedan, and it screeched off with one of Widmore’s cars in pursuit. The car wasn’t exactly moving at a high-speed chase velocity. The drivers were silent and did not respond to Ben other than to push him down into the seat and to issue various grunts as they drove off. Ben considered their lack of urgency as they fled. Widmore’s car settled in behind them, keeping close, but not closing in on them. And while the car they were in pushed the limits of what was appropriate driving, they were not driving dangerously, and were making no efforts to lose the car behind them. It was a trap, Ben realized. They weren’t afraid because the deck was stacked in their favor. Ben closed his eyes and tried to focus. Who was responsible for this? He began running numbers and figures in his head, and he remembered: ”What have you done? Where is Greta?” Ben asked, directing his voice at a computer screen. “She has been taken care of,” the tall bald black man responded on the other end of the phone line. “You killed her? I hadn’t realized that the game had moved to that level.” The black man smiled in genuine amusement. “She is not dead. But she will not be helping you.” Ben paused to consider. What did this mean? He needed her. “You have made an enemy today, sir.” Another smile. “We have stood in opposition for a long time, Benjamin. You just did not know it,” the man said as he shuffled some objects on the desk in front of him. He finished doing whatever he was doing and looked into the camera with a threatening glimmer in his black eyes. “Are you coming for me then?” Ben considered. Was it necessary? “I have no plans to. But I would be happy to meet.” “Then we shall. Sooner than you should think.” Abaddon. It had to be him. Ben had not yet seen the man in person, and that ‘promise’ was a short week or two prior. Was it time? And did Ben want to meet him now? Did he have any choice? There’s always a choice, Ben reasoned. The car pulled off of the freeway and approached an old castle. Generally unfamiliar with what he now suspected was the Welsh, countryside, Ben had never bothered to eliminate his ignorance on the surrounding geography. At first blush, the castle seemed to be in ruins. But if you looked closely, you could see a small shed with a long antenna on the roof to the side, and the ground was well trodden with people and vehicles. The car accelerated around a bend with a couple of hundred foot cliff to the left, and a forest on the right. As the car swerved around the bend, the driver threw what appeared to be a grenade off the cliff, and turned briskly onto a dirt road that Ben hadn’t observed at first. The car slid between two trees and was turned off. Their pursuing vehicle rounded the bend as the grenade exploded over the side of the cliff. The sedan stopped and three men scrambled out to look over the cliff, expecting to see the wreckage of Ben’s car. They were wrong. Six men appeared out of the forest shadows with rifles and held Widmore’s men at gunpoint. Ben’s captors used no words. They were silent. Widmore’s men strangely followed suit. They were blindfolded and bound at the wrists. Ben was ushered out of his vehicle and led past the ruins of the castle to the shed behind it. Within the shed was a stone spiral staircase leading down beneath the earth. Ben was directed down the stairs, which terminated at a thick wooden door with wrought iron handles. One of the men accompanying Ben pushed the door open and nodded towards Ben, encouraging him to enter. He did. The door closed behind him with an echoing thud that reverberated throughout the new chamber. And as the door closed, all light fled the room. The size was unknown, but he guessed about 20x20 foot with an 8-foot ceiling. There was a flash of light on one end of the chamber as a man lit a cigarette. Cloves, Ben noted. “Hello, Mr. Gale. It is good to meet you in person. My name is Matthew. Matthew Abaddon.” Edited by Heimdall, Feb 27 2009, 04:33 AM.
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| An Gael | Feb 27 2009, 01:05 AM Post #18 |
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'We should frame it.' 'Don't be so morbid.' 'I'm serious, it's a miracle.' Jin and Sun stood in the spare room of their home, holding an X-Ray of Sun's midsection up to the light. 'Six months ago, we couldn't have-' 'Stop it Jin.' 'Huh?' 'Yes it's a miracle, it's... fantastic. But don't be so happy.' 'I don't understand?' 'Six months ago, you said it didn't matter. You said 'as long as we have eachother'. I don't want to think that you were...'settling' when you said that.' Jin lowered the x-ray from the light and tossed it onto the bed. 'You and me - this is it. Anything else is a bonus.' Sun nodded, walked behind him and picked back up the X-ray. 'We could make this the nursery? Blue if it's a boy and-' 'Oh it's gonna be a girl. I'm sure of it,' chimed Jin wrapping his arms around her stomach. 'I'd like that. We could call her...' They both thought for a moment and then at once replied: 'Rose.' |
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| WildBillKO | Feb 27 2009, 07:37 AM Post #19 |
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Miles, Day 39-2 "I'm sorry too, Miles. I know with my past history... I should have trusted you. I mean, this is a BIG secret, but I was able to keep it under control until I came here." Just as suddenly as he had disappeared, Dan Faraday had reappeared in the same location. "Seriously Dan, what's going on? What's with the light show?" "Well, here's the deal-- I can teleport a short distance-- no more than a few hundred yards. It started when I was here with Dharma 12 years ago... I think it's a side effect of some of the experiments we ran. I found that by keeping my magnesium sulfate levels-- that's what is in the pouch, by the way-- by keeping those levels steady, I can control it. I'm normally easily in control of it, but here...it's on steroids or something." "Dan, don't feel bad. We all have our secrets. I see dead people." "And just when were you going to tell me this, Miles?" Miles smirked at his friend. "I could well ask the same of you. My deal has been freaking out too-- normally I can only hear voices, but here, I can actually see them, hear them, and talk to them." "That makes sense. You were here a while back too, long before I was. You were test subject 3MS-- but you were listed as having no special abilities whatsoever, so you were given back to your birth parents. At least, that's what your file said." Miles stopped dead in his tracks as the pieces began to fall together. Goodwin had called him an experiment. The memory he recalled, having been in Chang's arms in that video dated 1979. The hasty exit from the filming of that video when the sirens went off. Chang must have brought him back to his mother, and then... "Dan... did you know my dad?" "Nope. He had passed away by the time I started working with Dharma. You still carrying that burden with you? You're a good man, Miles, and I respect you. Your dad would be very proud of who you've become." "Thanks. By the way, I'm gathering some supplies to rescue our team. You in?" "Miles, those guys are tough... you'll need all the help you can get. Count me in." |
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| Zsin Dobre | Feb 27 2009, 10:14 PM Post #20 |
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DESMOND Day 39 Entry 2 The door to the eatery closed and the wind ceased. Desmond turned to see a man take a seat a few stools down the counter. He looked old and tired, and his clothing seemed unusual. He sat hunched over, staring down at the countertop with his hands folded together. He was still. The waitress ignored him and walked right passed him into the kitchen. Desmond thought she was rude. "You came to the right place my friend" said Desmond to the stranger, "The service here is impeccable." Desmond then threw back another gulp of Asian bourbon. The man had no reply. He just sat still, staring down at the counter. "Hey... Uh... Waitress? Can we get this fella here a drink?" Shouted Desmond. "No drink." grumbled the stranger. He then stood up and slowly plodded his way towards Desmond. Upon reaching him he forcefully clutched his shoulder. "NO DRINK!" His tone grew loud. Desmond dropped his glass, "Hey! Alright... Alright... Relax pal." "You... no drink. You belong to her." as he spoke he pointed toward the door. "To her?" questioned Desmond, "To who?" The man let go of his shoulder and turned walking for the door, "To her..." The waitress came out from the kitchen, "You no shout. What you need?" "Umm... This man here..." began Desmond. "What man?" said the waitress. Desmond turned back again and the man was gone. For a split second, he thought he saw a wisp of black smoke suck away under the door. "You crazy" said the waitress. Desmond then noticed an old black and white photo hanging behind the counter. "That's him... That was the man who was just here..." "Him?" said the waitress looking at the photo, "No. no... Captain Hanso been dead for years." |
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| An Gael | Feb 28 2009, 06:30 PM Post #21 |
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Sun screamed. Jin awoke. The bed was empty. He ran to the bedroom door, felt something wet beneath his feet, but was skipping across the living him before he could register what it was. The bathroom door was open, letting bright white light into the rest of the house. His eyes struggled to adjust, all they could see was white, white, white...and then red... a line, then a stream and then he looked at his foot and realised what he had stepped in. Sun sat with her knees beneath her chin, her arms around her legs and her face buried beneath her hair in the middle of this bright white light, the epicentre of this runny red trail. *** She lay in the hospital bed with a catheter in her arm. The hospital was just as white as the bathroom, just as clean and just as sterile. The red trail had run its course. He reached a hand out. She let it rest on hers for a moment. Then she rolled onto her side, the side away from him. He sat in silence for an hour unsure of whether she was even asleep. Then he left. *** The kitchen had nothing that could fill him. Sleep had abandoned him without a word of warning. A vaccum had been started and he found it hard to breath. Miracles are hard to come by and harder still to keep. |
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| HaggisInDraggis | Mar 2 2009, 03:51 PM Post #22 |
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Day 39-2 She felt. Her eyes remained closed, but consciousness crept into her thoughts. Her leg was very numb, but occasionally shocks of pain ran up her leg into her hip and lower back. Her other leg was cold, but at least she could feel it. She lay on a frigid, hard stone floor. Warmth was bleeding from somewhere in front of her. She heard the crackling of a fire. She felt small waves of heat caress her face. It didn’t quite reach her arms and her trunk. She wanted to move closer to where she heard the fire was, but she was afraid to move. She heard dripping water, but it seemed far away. The sounds painted a picture of her being inside, but there was an entrance nearby that was open to the outside where she could hear the wind howling. The wind spoke of a frigid day, but carried with it the smell of newly fallen snow. She could smell the snow on the wind that intruded upon the chamber of less-cold that she was lying in. She could also smell the fire. It had the aroma of a fire started from too many leaves and wood that wasn’t fully dead. Very smoky – more in a bonfire sort of way than a scary monster sort of way. She could also smell the oily aroma of roasting meat nearby. Was that garlic, too? The thought of food made her nauseous and hungry all at the same time. She could almost taste the meat as she arched her neck backwards to better allow the scent to enter her mouth, which parted to savor the smell. Her stomach growled in response, demanding that she appease it. She opened her eyes. Cindy was in a small cave. A fire lay before her, and someone had managed to spit a deer over the flames. It was roasting like some of those chicken restaurants did with a stick slowly turning the animal so it cooked evenly. She could see little wafts of smoke pour off of the deer as it slowly turned over the fire that burned softly below it. At the end of the spit, turning the deer was a man who sat on a log. He wore military fatigues and did not notice that his companion had awoken yet. She took the moment to gaze at her would-be savior. He was in his thirties, it appeared, perhaps a few years older than Cindy was. He had a brutish look about him, but perhaps that was just an exterior that guarded a gentler heart underneath. He was intent on his job turning the meat, and he would occasionally add some kind of sauce that was prepared and stored in half of a coconut at his side. His hands were thick and strong, stained with dirt, grime and blood. He didn’t have the look of vast intelligence, but he did not appear to be ignorant either. There was a sense of danger that Cindy got from him, but also a sense of goodness. She wasn’t sure which held predominance. She sighed, announcing her arrival from unconsciousness. “Sleeping Beauty awakes,” his voice says. It is gruff. It has an accent from the American South. Not altogether unpleasant, but not a voice that grows trust immediately. Cindy pushed herself up to a seated position and attempted to take advantage of the fire’s warmth. She looked down at her broken leg and found it to be bound with strips of cloth and bamboo. She could not see the wound, nor could she feel it. She tried to move her toes and could not. “I did the best I could with that. When I found you, it looked pretty rough. I set it best as I could and dressed it up. I don’t think you’ll lose the leg, but you’ll probably have a limp from here on out,” he said distractedly as he continuously turned and marinated the meat. “Thank you,” Cindy replied weakly. “What is my rescuer’s name?” “Omar,” he said. “And how did Omar come to find me?” “Well, I was out hunting for this,” he nodded at the deer, “and I had the additional good fortune of capturing this,” he said towards her. “Captured?” she asked cautiously. Omar did not respond. “Where is your home? You’re not from the island, are you?” “Of a sort,” he said, finally taking his concentration off of the deer and giving her his full, undivided attention. Cindy was struck with the intentness of his gaze. “To be honest, I’m not sure where my home is. For now, it’s this cave. With you.” Cindy wasn’t sure what he meant by that. She was a little uncomfortable with his odd manner, but didn’t feel endangered. She shifted a little closer to the fire, but a little further from Omar. |
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| CharliePaceMBE | Mar 2 2009, 04:43 PM Post #23 |
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Gabriel Day 39- The TIME has come They were sitting in the main chamber of the Orchid. They were alone, simply staring at the control panel to the Bunny Chamber. Gabriel himself knew how to activate it, Bradley however didn’t. It also turned out that Bradley was a bad listener as he still, after 5hours, couldn’t activate it. Finally his brain clicked into gear and he knew what he needed to do. “Of course I get it now” “Finally! Well are you ready to give it a go?” “Right are you sure about this? What if you cannot get back?” “Then I will die” “I don’t like the way you think Gabriel” Making his way into the Chamber, Gabriel felt the adrenaline pump around his body. Breathing deeply he watched as the doors closed, seemingly trapping him inside. He had done this once before but this time he felt more worried. He knew that this time it was more important for his time travel to succeed. Outside the chamber Bradley began the procedure to get the machine running. Gabriel watched as Bradley frantically clicked buttons before he looked up and gave Gabriel the thumbs up. They both were ready. Returning the thumbs up Gabriel braced himself. His mind started becoming black. He closed his eyes and screamed. He didn’t dare open them. Then suddenly the sound of birds and running water sounded. The wind was massaging his body. He opened his eyes to be standing, naked in the jungle. In front of him was a giant wooden ship. The black rock… |
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| AgentJohnson | Mar 3 2009, 02:17 AM Post #24 |
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I don't understand why Matthew is always yelling at me. He is a terrible boss to work for. I locate Ben Linus and Charles Widmore, and he yells at me. I locate Karl and Alex from the island, and their two friends, and he yells at me. I find Walt Dawson, capture his companion (it's not my fault Matthew's goons shot her), and he yells at me. I bring him coffee, and he yells at me. I'll show him. I'll break Linus's daughter for him. Then he'll have no choice but to give me that promotion I've been gunning for all these years. Alex, Dean, and Jessica were seated together with their backs to each other in a triangle, in the center of the basement of the Jack's Quic Mart (the K in "quick" had fallen off about six years prior). The three had just been through one round of interrogation, which Agent Johnson had to leave the room for. Questioning just wasn't his thing. He either started to feel sorry for the So, as round two of the process of breaking someone progressed, Johnson noted that Jessica seemed to be cracking. Hopefully they would not have to cut off any more of Dean's fingers. They were purposefully going easy on Alex, as soon as Ben refused to deal with Matthew, they could make her scream-- but only to get the iinfo they needed, nothing more. Waterboarding was a particularly effective tool, in that no harm was actually done to the Oh no. Jessica didn't give in yet. Johnson hated this part. They brought the bolt cutters over again on Dean, and at the gruesome sight, Johnson again reached for the wastepaper basket and filled it with his lunch. I can't wait for the day when that pension check starts coming. It wasn't always like this, and maybe one day I can make it like it use to be. But for now, I have to play my role to make the world safer. |
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| Heimadon | Mar 3 2009, 06:54 PM Post #25 |
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Saturday, October 30, 2004 “Mr. Gale,” Ben laughed in response to Abaddon’s greeting. “This is a nice place you have here. Maybe I could hire your interior decorator.” “Only the best,” Abaddon said. “So…” “So,” Ben smiled darkly. “You told me last week we would be meeting. I rather wish you would have just had your secretary call mine.” “I sent a message. You didn’t meet with my messengers?” “Oh, I did. They were quite successful, actually. How in the hells did you manage to get Leslie Arzt trained for that mission. None of that was in his profile.” “Leslie was… an improvisation at best. But he got the job done. The Gales were actually my people. Did you get the chance to meet them? They went to school with Leslie, you know.” “I found that out a little too late. Jennifer’s maiden name was… Rodriguez, I believe. And Henry used to be known as Zwi when he was from Kenya, if I am not mistaken. Thus they did not show up on our radar.” “Well, you showed up on mine. As did another Mr. Arzt, alongside of three of his companions, including a young Miss Linus, I believe.” “Miss Linus?” “We have your daughter, Ben.” |
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| slick14805 | Mar 3 2009, 07:15 PM Post #26 |
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Paul Kellerman Day 39: Entry 2 "Crossing The Line" (This post may be a little graphic) The Company Men emerged from all of the smoke. All men were dirty and covered with blood. Kellerman led the way as Jack was on his left shoulder and Mahone was on his right. Tyrese, Vin, Chris, and Roger were right behind him with their guns still hot from the shoot-out. Kellerman pulled out the folder that they had risked their lives for. It was pretty full. "Gentlemen this file here contains all that we need..." Kellerman was interrupted by a large scream for help as a man ran out of one of the nearby exits. The man had been shot, but whomever shot him must have missed a vital organ. Clearly Kellerman wasn't the man who shot him otherwise he would be dead. "s_ _t I thought I killed him!" Tyrese started to aim his weapon at the man, but Kellerman held him back. "Johnson's got this." The man fled for his life. He tripped and fell to the ground, but he quickly stood up and began to run again. BANG! A head shot. The man's corpse fell to the ground almost instantly. Kellerman smiled and looked back at the barracks. It was easier than he thought. Too easy. He killed about 8 people. They all seemed very loyal. None of them wanted to tell him where to find Ben's room except the last one he killed... FLASHBACK "Where is his room?!" The woman was bleeding from her nose since Kellerman had punched her. "I'll never tell you!" Her name was Susan. He had read it off her name tag. Jack was getting restless. "Paul let's just look around. We'll find his room eventually. I'm sure it's one of the best rooms in here." Refusing to lose to a female, he decided to increase the stakes. He grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her as if she was nothing but a rag doll. Shots could be heard as he passed a few rooms. At the end of the hallway Tyrese threw a grenade inside of a room and immediately he was covered in dust. "Aaahhhh!!" The woman screamed in horror and pain as he continued to drag her along the hallway. Jack and Chris followed him. "You are going to tell me where Ben Linus's room is or else!!" He had reached the end of the hallway. Vin caught up with them and looked real happy. He was covered in blood. "We found it sir. Ben's room is just around this corner." "Thank you Vin, but Susan here is going to tell me where it is, right?" "Go to hell!! You killed my husband!" Susan spit in his face. Kellerman wiped the spit off his face and smiled. Now she really was going to pay. He ahd so many evil thoughts lurking through his head. He was about smack her around when Jack intervened. "That's enough! We already found his room!" "Yeah calm down man! Let's go!!" Chris helped Jack pull Kellerman away. "Fine!" Kellerman started to followe Vin and the rest when he quickly turned back around and did the most unspeakable thing he had ever done. Let's just put it this way, the woman told him exactly where his room was. He then pulled the trigger on her and killed her. Jack, Chris, and Vin were speechless. "Follow me men. I'll lead you to the room." END OF FLASHBACK "Great job Johnson." The men had caught up to Johnson who was smiling and yelling from the all of the adrenaline he had just experienced. Charlotte and Frank were tied up to a tree nearby completely scared out of their lives. Juliet was near them still unconscious. "Well we came for the file now what? What do we do with her? She is useless now." Mahone stared at Juliet. "Kill her." Mahone began to aim his gun at Juliet when for the second time Jack intervened. "Don't! This woman has helped me a lot! I owe my life to her!" "Get out of the way Jack or I will have no problem shooting you as well!" Johnson joined Jack. "We aren't killing any females!" Chris also decided to help Jack. To Kellerman's horror he was seeing Jack become the new leader. "Juliet is a kind woman. She means no harm to us. Let's just leave her here and get the hell out of this island." Roger also agreed with Jack. "We got what we came for. Let's go home. Let's leave her be." Tyrese had also decided to side with Jack. The only men that wouldn't change were Vin and Mahone. They were still backing up Kellerman's order. Kellerman approached Jack and was about to go off on him when Jack decided to strike first. "What you did in there you will never do again you understand?!!" Jack grabbed Kellerman and shoved him. "We were only supposed to kill the ones that threatened to kill us! What you did to that defenseless woman was way beyond what you normally do!" Kellerman snapped back at Jack. "I don't regret what I did!!" Chris put his head down. He had seen what Kellerman did. Kellerman knew he was losing faith. He had to make a decision that hurt him inside. "Fine. Take her inside the barracks. We'll let her live." Chris picked up Juliet and took her back inside the barracks so she won't freeze to death. ----------------------------------------------------------- It was late now. They had made camp. Kellerman and Jack were still not talking to each other. "Tomorrow we're leaving this god forsaken island. Tyrese I wnat you to keep watch tonight since Johnson can use the rest. Vin help him out." "Yes sir." Tyrese and Vin picked their guns up and the two walked away laughing at some joke. Kellerman sat alone in his tent. Chirs, Jack, Roger, and Johnson were by a campfire talking. Mahone was with Charlotte and Frank. Kellerman knew that Jack was starting to take his men away from him. Jack Shepard was getting dangerously close to getting shot in the head. Edited by slick14805, Mar 3 2009, 07:18 PM.
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| Heimdall | Mar 3 2009, 07:29 PM Post #27 |
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Saturday, October 30, 2004 “So let me get this straight,” Ben said, “You think that the best way to get at me is through my daughter? You obviously don’t know me very well.” “Excuse me?” “She’s not even mine. She was born to some mad French Woman who crashed on the island 16 years ago. I mean, if ‘mine’ to you means stays in your house and eats your food, that would qualify, but it is little more than that.” “Pity then,” Abaddon said dispassionately. “We’ll have to change our mode of torture. We were torturing her with the purpose of getting you to play nice. I guess we’ll have to see if we can get her on our side then.” Ben arched a sardonic eye, “You’re gonna go Helsinki Syndrome on her?” “As in Helsinki, Sweden?” “No, Harvey, Finland,” Ben responded, glad that he picked up on the reference. “It won’t matter. She won’t be of any help to you. You’d do better to go after the Arzt boy. He’s a lot more fragile and likely to help you.” “Yes, we,” Abaddon paused a moment, unsure of where the conversation was going, “thought he might, but we have been unsuccessful thus far.” Good, Ben thought, that means that they don’t have Karl. “So you are trying to get to the island, I presume.” “We’ve already been to the island.” “They moved it, you know.” “Thus my sources have informed me. They say it’s nearby. Just north of here, actually. I was thinking of going myself later this week, once my people have the place secured.” “That would be interesting. Are you sure you can get there safe with the new coordinates?” “Not entirely.” ”So you want my help?” “Or just information. Why were you interested in the Black Rock Ledger?” Abaddon asked him. “Nostalgia,” Ben answered dryly. “I will not deign such an asinine question with a response.” Matthew let out a pointed sigh. “So I assume that the contents within the Ledger will assist you in finding the island?” Ben did not respond directly. He was spared the need by a knock on the door. A man came through and handed Abaddon Ben’s bag. “Well, then, let us see what the Ledger tells us then, Benjamin,” he said as he laid it on the table and began to open the bag. “You may not want to do that,” Ben said cautiously as Abaddon began opening the flap. Matthew paused for a moment, curious, and then dismissed the warning, continuing to open the bag, which exploded, knocking him over, and disabling the man who brought the bag with him as well. With a shrug, Ben said, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ben relieved the other man of a rifle, then looked back to the chamber as he went through the door. “Shame, too, that was a good bag. But I’d never keep the prize on me, you fool.” |
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| WildBillKO | Mar 3 2009, 07:55 PM Post #28 |
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Miles, Day 39-3 “To me, that's a good punishment... He's never going to get a chance to hurt or kill an old woman, a little girl, a young woman again.”-- Lucy Stewart Nightfall. "Dan, it's go time. You know the plan." Miles was counting on two things: first, that he had surprise on his side, and second, that Kellerman's men were dumb as posts. Of the first, he was pretty sure, and of the second... let's just say that the science team on board the Cobalt had more than a few jokes at the expense of the grunts back at base camp. At least now Miles knew that apparently the job of the grunts was to capture the science team, which made no sense at all. Miles wasn't sure why Abbadon had him going after his own men, but after hearing Dan talk about the way they were treated, Miles was content to trust Matthew and leave the company men to the fate they had made for themsleves. The only target Abbadon had said to leave unharmed was Reed Johnson, which made no sense since he seemed to be just as much of a meathead as the others. The two made their way through the construction area and emerged near the barracks. Obviously Kellerman's goon squad had already arrived, as evidenced by the dead bodies and bullet holes. They spotted a campfire in the distance, and Miles and Dan slowly walked off towards the fire, careful to be silent. "Dan, you been laying off the powder?" Faraday nodded his assent. "OK give the signal when you're ready to do your thing, then I'll do mine." About five minutes had passed and Miles saw Dan growing more and more anxious. Finally, Dan signalled to Miles, who engaged the scope on his rifle. He spotted Tyrese and Diesel standing watch near the fire. Near them were the prisoners-- the rest of his team. Farther off it appeared that there were five or six more prone bodies-- sleeping, probably. Dan burst into light, and reappeared about sixty yards away-- halfway between the prisoners and Diesel. "Hi guys, sorry I was gone for so long," deadpanned Dan. Tyrese and Diesel spun around to face Dan, but that was the last action Tyrese would ever take. A shot rang out from Miles' rifle, piercing Tyrese's neck through the jugular. He attempted to scream, but only a soft gurgling noise issued forth from him as he fell to the ground, a pool of blood rapidly forming around his neck. Diesel looked shocked, and turned in the direction he thought he heard the shot come from, only to be felled by a second bullet. It slammed into his right shoulder, knocking him to the ground. As he started to scream for help, Dan grabbed Charlotte and Frank and attempted to run. Dan and Charlotte led the way, but Frank fell behind trying to make it back to Miles' position. Miles looked on as his friends edged closer but Frank tripped over a tree root and fell face first to the ground, knocking himself out. Just his luck, thought Miles. "Go, back to the shelter," whispered Miles as they ran to him. "What about Frank?" inquired Charlotte. "We can go back for Frank, but we've got to get to safety qui--" Miles was cut off mid-sentence by a bullet thwacking into a tree near him. "Quickly now, go!" The camp was in chaos, with yelling, screaming, and shooting in every direction. It was just a random shot, they have no idea where we are. The three quietly made their way back into the shelter and shut the door. "Miles!" Charlotte threw her arms around her friend as soon as the door was shut. "I thought you were dead! I haven't seen you since the Kahana!" Kahana? I thought Dan was screwed up in the head, not me. What the hell is going on? |
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| DarthHaggis | Mar 5 2009, 11:03 PM Post #29 |
The Artist Formerly Known as Arzt
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