Nack's Golden Mistake
Hello everyone. This here is a story about Nack the Weasel trying to hit it big as usual by hunting
down something of worth... This time, instead of going after the Chaos Emeralds, he is going for
gold. Instead of hitting the jackpot this time, however, he hits rock bottom. So, read and enjoy!
Preliminary 1
Nack and Nic are copyright to Archie. Nack is also copyright to Service and Games (SEGA)
Freedom Call is a real music group (themention of this in the story may seem irrelevant, but I
do have a plan for it in a future Nack and Nic fanfic[hey, that kinda rhymed!]). You may transmit
this work in anyway provided that 1. correctinformation about the writer is given, 2. the document
is unedited (converting to a different file format such as .msw or HTML is ok), and 3. no money is
exchanged in any way regarding this story. Ferreira Mine, as far as I know, doesn't exist as I made
it up. filler filler filler, blah blah blah... yes,
you do have the right to remain silent.
The Story...
It was a quiet Saturday night of July 2019. Nack sat in his room, packing his bag while going
over his plan over and over again in his head. He had been preparing for weeks and had done it all
carefully so that no one but he knew of it. If he could pull this off, and everything went perfectly, he
would have quite a bit money.
His plan was a simple one. He had recently learned of an old abandoned gold mine across
town called the Ferreira Mine. The mine had been closed due to small, frequent, underground
tremors that proved to be fatal to people who were inside. It had been dormant for two decades, but
Nack hoped that there would still be some gold laying in a pile somewhere, left by the victims of the
last fatal quake. If he got his hands on it, he could easily sell it, and best yet was that he wouldn't
have to deal with the risky business of Robotnic this time!
He made sure that he had everything that he needed to pull this off. His laser gun... just in
case. A gas mask, the last thing he wanted was to die of poisonous gasses that might have collected
since the place shut down. A hardhat with a light, as he planned on all forms of electricity being cut
off underground. A first aid kit? 'Nah,' he thought. 'It would take up too much room. The more empty
space I have in my bag now, the more gold I can get back up here!' And, just in case he did hit it big,
he packed a small wireless cellphone relay that would allow his phone to work while several feet
underground so he could call Nic for some assistance with the gold. After all, the more, the better.
Nack finished his packing and decided that it was time to head out. He was about to open the
door when he saw a note taped to the door. "Nack- Went to buy a Freedom Call CD, I'll be home
later. I'll bring dinner this time, so you better be home by the time I get back, cause I ain't letting my
food get cold waiting for you! ~ Nic"
"Weirdo," Nack muttered as he crumpled the note up and threw it carelessly behind him.
Freedom Call? They hadn't made a song in around ten years. Why would she suddenly be into them?
He stepped outside into the warm summer air. He figured that by walking, he could get to
the mine in an hour. He decided to avoid public transit, he thought it too risky. He began his walk.
Nack's feet were light, his spirit high. 'What could go wrong?' he thought. 'Nothing!'
Nack's timing had been fairly good. He arrived at the mine in a little over an hour. He slowly
scanned around the entrance to the mine and behind him to make sure that there were no guards or
any followers. A warm wind blew over his back. He looked to the horizon to see that the sun was
gone except for it's deep orange glow. In a few minutes, the moon would be providing most of the
light. He decided it was time to start. He placed the cellphone relay on a large rock just outside the
cave, looked around one last time, and entered.
He walked through the two double doors that blocked the mine off from the rest of the world
with his laser in his hand. Apparently the place hadn't been as abandoned as he thought at first, but
luckily he still found himself alone. 5 or 6 lights hung from the ceiling, 2 tables sat along the left wall
of the room. On the one table he saw a couple of scientific books, someone's slightly moldy, half
eaten sandwich... nothing hostile.
He continued walking through the cave until he came to the last of the lights. There, about
15 feet ahead, lay the elevator shaft. Signs saying things such as "Caution!" lined the wall, nothing
unexpected. He stepped on the elevator just to test it's strength. It creaked slightly under his weight,
but not dangerously so. Looking down into it without light, all that could be told was that it looked as
deep and dark as the Abyss. He walked back to one of the tables and laid his bag and its contence out.
He strapped the hard hat on, then the gas mask. Then he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked
back into the elevator's frame.
'C'mon baby, work' Nack thought to himself as he looked at the button that would be able to
lower him into the mine below. He pressed it in. He was relieved when he heard gears grinding above him while he
slowly descended into the pit.
He flipped his hat's light on and looked downwards into the darkness through the elevator's
grating floor. The landing was somewhere between 400 to 420 feet below he guessed. He leaned
against the cold frame of the box and closed his eyes, smiling. 'There has to be gold down there... I
can feel it.' A few seconds later, Nack's coolness about the situation ended.
The area around him shook, and his legs felt like melting. A tremor... The elevator suddenly
stopped. He looked up through the large gap in the elevator's ceiling and listened to the creaking
going on above. He dared not move. He hung there for several seconds, deep in fear. Suddenly he
heard a loud snap above, and watched as the entire rope supporting the elevator slackened. With a
yell, he began his long plummet down into the darkness. He couldn't believe how horribly wrong his
mission suddenly became. But he wouldn't simply give up in his situation. An idea quickly flashed
into his head. It seemed like suicide, but he knew that he probably didn't have any more time to think
up anything better. He quickly turned to the wall of the elevator shaft and jumped...
Through the gap in the elevator's metal casing he went. He clawed into the wall, hoping
something would catch. He fell about 5 feet before he found himself grabbing on to a wooden plank
with all his might. Less than a second later, he heard the loud crash as the elevator hit rock bottom and
shattered in all directions. He looked down to find himself hanging about 30 feet from the floor.
His hands were burning, he tried to pull himself up. But he could feel it, the wood was old
and rotted through in some way. Nack hung on with all his might for several seconds, but then a
large chunk of the plank broke off. Nack fell.
He landed on his side, hard. He let out a yell of pain and panic as he landed on a twisted
peice of the smashed elevator. A few seconds later, he tried to shout. "Durn it..." But what came out wasn't a shout, but a
suppressed moan of pain.
He lay there silent for several seconds, eyes shut tightly in pain. When he opened them, he
saw that his light was still working. 'Maybe there is some way out of here.' He tried to sit up, but
when he did, a sharp pain shot through his side down to his leg. He lay back down. "Broken ribs...
broken leg." That's what it felt like. He reached down and felt his side. It hurt. He continued
downward until he reached his leg. Suddenly there was a sharp burning where he touched and he
quickly withdrew his hand. Slowly he reached down again and felt his leg. He noticed a large area
that when he touched it, it hurt like mad. Then he felt it. His gloves had been lubricated by something.
He brought his hand into the light only to see the leather covered in blood.
'This is not good,' Nack thought. 'I gotta get out of here! How?'
He thought for several seconds. He couldn't get up... The elevator was strewn in bent pieces
all around the floor... Even if he could yell, no one above could hear him... A grim reality gripped the
lavender weasel. He was all alone, wounded, in the stomach of the earth. No way out, no help this
time. "Oh no," Nack whispered. "Is this really it?"
He couldn't believe it. He was bleeding badly. That wasn't anything particularly new to
him... but there was no way out. He was going to die this time.
'So this is what it is like... I've finally met my end. I guess I should have just stuck to plain old
emerald hunting than this.' Then he thought about it... the emerald hunting. He was a bounty hunter,
one of the best. One of two. 'Aw, sis. I wish I could tell you not to cry when I am gone. I'm ok, I can
take it.' Then he had an idea. He might not be able to make it out of here alive, but there was still a
way he could comfort her somehow. He slowly pulled the bag off of his back, and dug through it. He
grabbed his phone and turned it on. 'Oh please work,' he prayed.
SIGNAL CONNECTED. PLEASE ENTER THE PHONE NUMBER YOU WISH TO
CALL.
Yes! the relay worked. He ripped off the gas mask and dialed his phone number. Ring...
Ring... Ring... Then the sound of his answering machine. "Hello, Please leave a message." The
machine beeped.
"Hey Nic," Nack started, trying to keep his voice sounding normal, but failing slightly. "I'm
sorry, but I won't be home for dinner t'night! heheh..." He coughed, but to his horror he tasted blood
when he did so. His rib must have punctured his lung when it broke. "Aw, sis. I'm sorry, I won't be
home again. I've fallen down Ferreira mine. By the time you get this message, I will probably be
dead." He thought for a second. Not the word to use there, but he had already said it. "C'mon sis," He
started again, breathing harder and his voice straining more to get his words across. "Don't cry.
Yeah, I'm dyin' down here, but it's ok... It ain't that bad. I'm fine, really."
He thought back on his life with Nic... all the hunts they went on, all their near-death
experiences, all the fun and excitement mixed with the pain and hardship. He had really loved it.
"Nic, I guess I am just now realizing that, well, all the bad stuffs I said about you, all the stuff I did, I
never really ment it. I love you sis..." He coughed again, more blood this time than before. "Well,
sis..." He started up again, his voice parched. "I think I gotta go now... I love you, I'll miss ya....
Goodbye."
He flipped his phone off and lay it on the ground next to him. Then his vision seemed to be
loosing color. He felt dizzy, like the room was slowly spinning. Fire and ice seemed to be flowing
mixed in his blood. He sweat and shivered at the same time, frozen to the core but burning outside.
He looked up the shaft from where he had fallen. This must be it. He closed his eyes, but this time loosely, peacefully. He lost track of
himself...
Darkness... nothing but darkness. That was all the weasel was aware of...
Suddenly he saw something. Some form of dim light. It was slowly growing bigger and
brighter. "God... Is that you?" He asked slowly and quietly to the light. It was very bright now.
"Wow, you really are bright like they say."
Then he heard something... a familiar female voice "Nack, Nack! are you awake?"
"Nic?" The voice sounded far off, but he could recognize her voice from anywhere. He
opened his eyes as wide as he could in the light and tried to sit up, but to no avail. "what..."
"Don't move, you need your rest." Nack looked to the source of the two voices. He saw a
blurry picture of Nic with someone standing next to her. He tried to call to her, but it was like
some nightmare in which his mouth simply stopped working. He found himself
once again submerged in the darkness.
After what seemed like a few minutes he opened his eyes again. He was somewhere different,
but there was still lots of light. He looked off to his side to see a clear picture of Nic sitting in a chair
with her face in her hands. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. It was then that he grasped what
was happening. He was in a bed, and he heard the beeping of an ECG next to him. He was in the
hospital. "Nic," he said, his voice sounding stronger than earlier. Her tear-stained face showed itself.
It revealed suprise, love, and joy mixed in one.
"Nack! Are you OK?"
He tried to sit up again. Nope, still too sore. "Yea, I'm fine."
"I thought I lost you that night," she said crying. "I got home hardly a minute after you sent
the call."
"Wow, what luck."
"I instantly called police, firefighters, medical crews, everything. I knew that there was still
hope." She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes and wiped her nose. "When... When we got to
you, you..."
"I what?"
"You were clinically dead."
Nack was speechless. "How... how am I alive?"
"It was a miracle. Suddenly, as we were taking you out of the area, you inhaled. It was a
struggle, but we managed to keep you alive till we got to the hospital. It took quite a large blood
transfusion in order to stabilize you."
"Sis..." He whispered. "Thanks." He reached his arms up and the two engaged in a warm
embrace.
Two weeks later.
Nack sat in a chair, at his own home, all bandaged up. His broken bones were healing rapidly and very well.
Nic had been waiting on him hand and foot, and was beginning to get slightly annoyed, but she was
still happy that Nack was alright. He was watching the TV, on which he had become the local news.
Some thought he was stupid, others brave. Ah well, he didn't really care. One thing was for sure... he
was alive. But he didn't see how. He had seen it a hundred times already on the TV, his limp body
with it's torn leg being lifted up out of the mine by rescue crews... His lifeless face with a trickle of
blood running down his cheek as they hauled him away from the mine... This was a miracle.
Just then, Nic came in the room. "You got a video message coming in. It's Robotnic."
Nack sighed. "Oh joy. Just the person I wanted to talk to. Can't you answer him?"
"He wants to talk to you, privately."
Nack mumbled flipped the screen to the video message and signaled for Nic to leave. "Hello
Robotnic."
"Ah hello Nack. Quite a trip you had there, I thought I had lost my favorite bounty hunter
there for a second. So, how might you be feeling?"
"Well, I MIGHT be feeling like a million bucks, or I MIGHT still feel like a sack of sh..."
"That's good news!" Robotnic interrupted, trying to avoid being insulted. "So, how long till
you are fully healed?"
"The doc says within a month or so I should be back on my feet and ready for business."
"Excellent! Because I have your next mission ready for you." Ivo Robotnic gave his evil
smile.
To be continued!
Next part: Fallen Angel.
So, how did you like it peeps? This is just the humble beginning. There are still two more parts to this
fic, and each is going to be better than the last. So please send your
suggestions/comments/praises/death threats/etc. to nbyrd@almaheights.org OR to my AIM s/n, Wlbyrd ... OR you could YIM me at frwlgcxl. have a nice day!
Hello everyone. This here is a story about Nack the Weasel trying to hit it big as usual by hunting
down something of worth... This time, instead of going after the Chaos Emeralds, he is going for
gold. Instead of hitting the jackpot this time, however, he hits rock bottom. So, read and enjoy!
Preliminary 1
Nack and Nic are copyright to Archie. Nack is also copyright to Service and Games (SEGA)
Freedom Call is a real music group (themention of this in the story may seem irrelevant, but I
do have a plan for it in a future Nack and Nic fanfic[hey, that kinda rhymed!]). You may transmit
this work in anyway provided that 1. correctinformation about the writer is given, 2. the document
is unedited (converting to a different file format such as .msw or HTML is ok), and 3. no money is
exchanged in any way regarding this story. Ferreira Mine, as far as I know, doesn't exist as I made
it up. filler filler filler, blah blah blah... yes,
you do have the right to remain silent.
The Story...
It was a quiet Saturday night of July 2019. Nack sat in his room, packing his bag while going
over his plan over and over again in his head. He had been preparing for weeks and had done it all
carefully so that no one but he knew of it. If he could pull this off, and everything went perfectly, he
would have quite a bit money.
His plan was a simple one. He had recently learned of an old abandoned gold mine across
town called the Ferreira Mine. The mine had been closed due to small, frequent, underground
tremors that proved to be fatal to people who were inside. It had been dormant for two decades, but
Nack hoped that there would still be some gold laying in a pile somewhere, left by the victims of the
last fatal quake. If he got his hands on it, he could easily sell it, and best yet was that he wouldn't
have to deal with the risky business of Robotnic this time!
He made sure that he had everything that he needed to pull this off. His laser gun... just in
case. A gas mask, the last thing he wanted was to die of poisonous gasses that might have collected
since the place shut down. A hardhat with a light, as he planned on all forms of electricity being cut
off underground. A first aid kit? 'Nah,' he thought. 'It would take up too much room. The more empty
space I have in my bag now, the more gold I can get back up here!' And, just in case he did hit it big,
he packed a small wireless cellphone relay that would allow his phone to work while several feet
underground so he could call Nic for some assistance with the gold. After all, the more, the better.
Nack finished his packing and decided that it was time to head out. He was about to open the
door when he saw a note taped to the door. "Nack- Went to buy a Freedom Call CD, I'll be home
later. I'll bring dinner this time, so you better be home by the time I get back, cause I ain't letting my
food get cold waiting for you! ~ Nic"
"Weirdo," Nack muttered as he crumpled the note up and threw it carelessly behind him.
Freedom Call? They hadn't made a song in around ten years. Why would she suddenly be into them?
He stepped outside into the warm summer air. He figured that by walking, he could get to
the mine in an hour. He decided to avoid public transit, he thought it too risky. He began his walk.
Nack's feet were light, his spirit high. 'What could go wrong?' he thought. 'Nothing!'
Nack's timing had been fairly good. He arrived at the mine in a little over an hour. He slowly
scanned around the entrance to the mine and behind him to make sure that there were no guards or
any followers. A warm wind blew over his back. He looked to the horizon to see that the sun was
gone except for it's deep orange glow. In a few minutes, the moon would be providing most of the
light. He decided it was time to start. He placed the cellphone relay on a large rock just outside the
cave, looked around one last time, and entered.
He walked through the two double doors that blocked the mine off from the rest of the world
with his laser in his hand. Apparently the place hadn't been as abandoned as he thought at first, but
luckily he still found himself alone. 5 or 6 lights hung from the ceiling, 2 tables sat along the left wall
of the room. On the one table he saw a couple of scientific books, someone's slightly moldy, half
eaten sandwich... nothing hostile.
He continued walking through the cave until he came to the last of the lights. There, about
15 feet ahead, lay the elevator shaft. Signs saying things such as "Caution!" lined the wall, nothing
unexpected. He stepped on the elevator just to test it's strength. It creaked slightly under his weight,
but not dangerously so. Looking down into it without light, all that could be told was that it looked as
deep and dark as the Abyss. He walked back to one of the tables and laid his bag and its contence out.
He strapped the hard hat on, then the gas mask. Then he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked
back into the elevator's frame.
'C'mon baby, work' Nack thought to himself as he looked at the button that would be able to
lower him into the mine below. He pressed it in. He was relieved when he heard gears grinding above him while he
slowly descended into the pit.
He flipped his hat's light on and looked downwards into the darkness through the elevator's
grating floor. The landing was somewhere between 400 to 420 feet below he guessed. He leaned
against the cold frame of the box and closed his eyes, smiling. 'There has to be gold down there... I
can feel it.' A few seconds later, Nack's coolness about the situation ended.
The area around him shook, and his legs felt like melting. A tremor... The elevator suddenly
stopped. He looked up through the large gap in the elevator's ceiling and listened to the creaking
going on above. He dared not move. He hung there for several seconds, deep in fear. Suddenly he
heard a loud snap above, and watched as the entire rope supporting the elevator slackened. With a
yell, he began his long plummet down into the darkness. He couldn't believe how horribly wrong his
mission suddenly became. But he wouldn't simply give up in his situation. An idea quickly flashed
into his head. It seemed like suicide, but he knew that he probably didn't have any more time to think
up anything better. He quickly turned to the wall of the elevator shaft and jumped...
Through the gap in the elevator's metal casing he went. He clawed into the wall, hoping
something would catch. He fell about 5 feet before he found himself grabbing on to a wooden plank
with all his might. Less than a second later, he heard the loud crash as the elevator hit rock bottom and
shattered in all directions. He looked down to find himself hanging about 30 feet from the floor.
His hands were burning, he tried to pull himself up. But he could feel it, the wood was old
and rotted through in some way. Nack hung on with all his might for several seconds, but then a
large chunk of the plank broke off. Nack fell.
He landed on his side, hard. He let out a yell of pain and panic as he landed on a twisted
peice of the smashed elevator. A few seconds later, he tried to shout. "Durn it..." But what came out wasn't a shout, but a
suppressed moan of pain.
He lay there silent for several seconds, eyes shut tightly in pain. When he opened them, he
saw that his light was still working. 'Maybe there is some way out of here.' He tried to sit up, but
when he did, a sharp pain shot through his side down to his leg. He lay back down. "Broken ribs...
broken leg." That's what it felt like. He reached down and felt his side. It hurt. He continued
downward until he reached his leg. Suddenly there was a sharp burning where he touched and he
quickly withdrew his hand. Slowly he reached down again and felt his leg. He noticed a large area
that when he touched it, it hurt like mad. Then he felt it. His gloves had been lubricated by something.
He brought his hand into the light only to see the leather covered in blood.
'This is not good,' Nack thought. 'I gotta get out of here! How?'
He thought for several seconds. He couldn't get up... The elevator was strewn in bent pieces
all around the floor... Even if he could yell, no one above could hear him... A grim reality gripped the
lavender weasel. He was all alone, wounded, in the stomach of the earth. No way out, no help this
time. "Oh no," Nack whispered. "Is this really it?"
He couldn't believe it. He was bleeding badly. That wasn't anything particularly new to
him... but there was no way out. He was going to die this time.
'So this is what it is like... I've finally met my end. I guess I should have just stuck to plain old
emerald hunting than this.' Then he thought about it... the emerald hunting. He was a bounty hunter,
one of the best. One of two. 'Aw, sis. I wish I could tell you not to cry when I am gone. I'm ok, I can
take it.' Then he had an idea. He might not be able to make it out of here alive, but there was still a
way he could comfort her somehow. He slowly pulled the bag off of his back, and dug through it. He
grabbed his phone and turned it on. 'Oh please work,' he prayed.
SIGNAL CONNECTED. PLEASE ENTER THE PHONE NUMBER YOU WISH TO
CALL.
Yes! the relay worked. He ripped off the gas mask and dialed his phone number. Ring...
Ring... Ring... Then the sound of his answering machine. "Hello, Please leave a message." The
machine beeped.
"Hey Nic," Nack started, trying to keep his voice sounding normal, but failing slightly. "I'm
sorry, but I won't be home for dinner t'night! heheh..." He coughed, but to his horror he tasted blood
when he did so. His rib must have punctured his lung when it broke. "Aw, sis. I'm sorry, I won't be
home again. I've fallen down Ferreira mine. By the time you get this message, I will probably be
dead." He thought for a second. Not the word to use there, but he had already said it. "C'mon sis," He
started again, breathing harder and his voice straining more to get his words across. "Don't cry.
Yeah, I'm dyin' down here, but it's ok... It ain't that bad. I'm fine, really."
He thought back on his life with Nic... all the hunts they went on, all their near-death
experiences, all the fun and excitement mixed with the pain and hardship. He had really loved it.
"Nic, I guess I am just now realizing that, well, all the bad stuffs I said about you, all the stuff I did, I
never really ment it. I love you sis..." He coughed again, more blood this time than before. "Well,
sis..." He started up again, his voice parched. "I think I gotta go now... I love you, I'll miss ya....
Goodbye."
He flipped his phone off and lay it on the ground next to him. Then his vision seemed to be
loosing color. He felt dizzy, like the room was slowly spinning. Fire and ice seemed to be flowing
mixed in his blood. He sweat and shivered at the same time, frozen to the core but burning outside.
He looked up the shaft from where he had fallen. This must be it. He closed his eyes, but this time loosely, peacefully. He lost track of
himself...
Darkness... nothing but darkness. That was all the weasel was aware of...
Suddenly he saw something. Some form of dim light. It was slowly growing bigger and
brighter. "God... Is that you?" He asked slowly and quietly to the light. It was very bright now.
"Wow, you really are bright like they say."
Then he heard something... a familiar female voice "Nack, Nack! are you awake?"
"Nic?" The voice sounded far off, but he could recognize her voice from anywhere. He
opened his eyes as wide as he could in the light and tried to sit up, but to no avail. "what..."
"Don't move, you need your rest." Nack looked to the source of the two voices. He saw a
blurry picture of Nic with someone standing next to her. He tried to call to her, but it was like
some nightmare in which his mouth simply stopped working. He found himself
once again submerged in the darkness.
After what seemed like a few minutes he opened his eyes again. He was somewhere different,
but there was still lots of light. He looked off to his side to see a clear picture of Nic sitting in a chair
with her face in her hands. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. It was then that he grasped what
was happening. He was in a bed, and he heard the beeping of an ECG next to him. He was in the
hospital. "Nic," he said, his voice sounding stronger than earlier. Her tear-stained face showed itself.
It revealed suprise, love, and joy mixed in one.
"Nack! Are you OK?"
He tried to sit up again. Nope, still too sore. "Yea, I'm fine."
"I thought I lost you that night," she said crying. "I got home hardly a minute after you sent
the call."
"Wow, what luck."
"I instantly called police, firefighters, medical crews, everything. I knew that there was still
hope." She paused to wipe the tears from her eyes and wiped her nose. "When... When we got to
you, you..."
"I what?"
"You were clinically dead."
Nack was speechless. "How... how am I alive?"
"It was a miracle. Suddenly, as we were taking you out of the area, you inhaled. It was a
struggle, but we managed to keep you alive till we got to the hospital. It took quite a large blood
transfusion in order to stabilize you."
"Sis..." He whispered. "Thanks." He reached his arms up and the two engaged in a warm
embrace.
Two weeks later.
Nack sat in a chair, at his own home, all bandaged up. His broken bones were healing rapidly and very well.
Nic had been waiting on him hand and foot, and was beginning to get slightly annoyed, but she was
still happy that Nack was alright. He was watching the TV, on which he had become the local news.
Some thought he was stupid, others brave. Ah well, he didn't really care. One thing was for sure... he
was alive. But he didn't see how. He had seen it a hundred times already on the TV, his limp body
with it's torn leg being lifted up out of the mine by rescue crews... His lifeless face with a trickle of
blood running down his cheek as they hauled him away from the mine... This was a miracle.
Just then, Nic came in the room. "You got a video message coming in. It's Robotnic."
Nack sighed. "Oh joy. Just the person I wanted to talk to. Can't you answer him?"
"He wants to talk to you, privately."
Nack mumbled flipped the screen to the video message and signaled for Nic to leave. "Hello
Robotnic."
"Ah hello Nack. Quite a trip you had there, I thought I had lost my favorite bounty hunter
there for a second. So, how might you be feeling?"
"Well, I MIGHT be feeling like a million bucks, or I MIGHT still feel like a sack of sh..."
"That's good news!" Robotnic interrupted, trying to avoid being insulted. "So, how long till
you are fully healed?"
"The doc says within a month or so I should be back on my feet and ready for business."
"Excellent! Because I have your next mission ready for you." Ivo Robotnic gave his evil
smile.
To be continued!
Next part: Fallen Angel.
So, how did you like it peeps? This is just the humble beginning. There are still two more parts to this
fic, and each is going to be better than the last. So please send your
suggestions/comments/praises/death threats/etc. to nbyrd@almaheights.org OR to my AIM s/n, Wlbyrd ... OR you could YIM me at frwlgcxl. have a nice day!