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The streets were crowed with people pushing against one another to buy a dash for their life. Families left cars behind as they ditched traffic and ran, weaving between stalling cars on the packed highway. Only a select few might survive; those with guns anyway. The sharp cock of the rifle was scarce heard among those screaming, running for their lives. Ready, aim, brace, fire, BAM! The bullet ripped against the rotting flesh of the enemy, tearing a torso off of one and an arm of another in a flying explosion of blood, grub eaten skin, and bones in projectiles of body parts. Another zombie down.
A message flashed in front of the gamer on the screen:
Warning. Low Ammunition.
Matt cursed and hacked a few choice buttons on the game controler, causing his character to pull out a machine gun. Matt's game persona side stepped a zombie that had lurched fowardto grasp him and unleashed a splay of bullets onto the zombie crowd as they infected the running people. One hundred zombies down. End of level twelve.
Matt paused the game, quite satisfied, and took his hanging ciggarete in between two fingers and took a long deep drag. Ah, the awesome satisfaction of completing yet another level of Zombie Chaser 2: Ultimate Weapons.
A severe amount of frustration creeped in from behind Matt's closed door. He heard the insistent crack of Mello's teeth breaking into a bar of chocolate. The door swung open and the bitter scent of extra dark chocolate threaded into the room and mingled along with the ashy smell of smoke.
"So, got a new plan yet Mello? Gonna get some of those mafia goons to do my job?" Matt asked, not bothering to look away from the paused game screen filled with gore and the screaming mouth of a jagged jawed zombie.
"Grow up Matt. You know you're the only person who can hack those secure networks on the cameras and alarm systems. L is really going to be surprised this time. He'll never see it coming." Mello answered. His frustration had faded a bit, and now he was walking toward the red couch on which Matt sat with his various game controllers. Mello settled himself onto two cushions, lounging with his legs on an arm of the sofa.
"Won't L expect us? He knew we were coming last time. Why the hell would he think we wouldn't try again?" Matt asked. Actually Matt was less than interested in this absurd plan of Mello's. The idea had just popped into Mello's head one day, and honestly Matt thought maybe he was on a chocolate induced high. Really, an intervention? Well, that was what Mello called it.
Melloknew very well that Near was in line to become the next L. Yes, Near the puzzle genius; the boy talent that pieced together items with seemingly no relation almost just as well as L himself. This wasn't about rivalry. No, it was about choice, about justice. From the very start L had always come to the Whammy House, treated every child as if he or she were something unique. L had become specifically fond of three children, those he chose to be in line to succeed him with the title of the greatest detective in the world. Near. Mello. Matt.
Mello was a creature of emotion, measuring himself next to L, next to accomplishing the status of mafia leader. What better way to prove oneself than to kidnap the greatest detective in the world? What better way to show the extent of his plotting mind? Next to Near, Mello and Matt were hardly compatible to L. However, Mello seeks to prove this wrong. This is the case of the L intervention. This was the beginning of a battle of wits among the pupils and the teacher.
"Matt. Just listen to the plan alright... and this time don't screw anything up. Now get your gun and that hacking gear of yours. We leave in ten minutes for the rendezvous with the others." Mello answered. "Screw up and I will shoot you. I'll get you right in that cigarette cancer mouth of yours."
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I don't know why you get so worked up. That chocolate must be loaded with estrogen or something huh?" Matt teased.
"Very funny. Let's go, we've got a lot of thing to do." Mello rose from the couch, adjusting his gun in his front pocket. A wry smirk appeared on his face.
It was Matt's turn to point the gun. Not just the video game gun, the real gun.
"Well Mr. Kisho-san, I suppose you had better give me the code now." Matt said, teasingly.
It was Matt's turn to point the gun, and to be exact, it was his turn to get the key card code from a security guard to building seventy one. The cold barrel of the gun resting against the skin of the sweating officer was still and steady. Matt smiled, his smoke moving a bit in between his lips.
Kisho, the security guard, looked like he might wet his newly pressed blue security uniform. His frazzled, undecipherable words were something to this extent.
Oh.
Kami.
No.
Please.
Someone.
Help.
Oh. No.
Please.
Matt began to become impatient, something he had inherited lately from Mello. The muzzle of the weapon pushed harder into the side of Kisho's head.
"Listen. I know you're the only night guard for this entrance, and the cameras are on a loop. They can't see me. All they see is you standing were you would normally be standing, regular as ever. Now give me the code before I blow your-"
"13445698!" Kisho screamed. "13445698! Please, please just let me go!"
"Good boy. Now quit this hack of a job and go do something with your life." Matt mumbled. Humorous was the irony that he should say something like that. Matt really didn't do anything maybe except follow Mello's orders hoping something exciting would come from it. Ah well, at least he had the highest score in the international web tournament champions game records. Now that was something.
Matt shoved his gun into his back pocket, then proceeding to un-fog his goggles. That security guard was breathing all heavy and panicking in Matt's face when he held the gun to his head. He'd fogged up the tinted goggles. This whole operation was going to be more annoying that Matt thought.
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