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Roger pulled up to Angel's apatment building and she climbed out. She took a step towards the door but turned around and leaned on Roger's window sill instead. She tilted her head beguilingly and smiled at him seductively. Roger's fingers tightened around his steering wheel and faced her.
"Would you like to come up to my room?" She asked.
"What?" Roger look flustered.
"Would you like to come up and perhaps have some water?" She winked.
"I'm sorry, I have some urgent business to attend to immediately."
Angel stood up in suprise and then he sped off. She stood there on the side of the road staring after him for a moment then went inside. Her apartment was a nice one which was neither to plush or plain, it was neat, and cozy. Angel took off her dress and threw it in her bedroom as she crossed the hallway to her bathroom. She drew a bath and began to inspect her scars in the mirror.
"Where did you come from?" she whispered. A tear silently rolled down her left cheek and she wiped it away angrily. She was startled when the phone rang and she ran to quickly answer it. Her hand paused above the phone and she drew a shaky breath then picked it up.
"Hello," she paused, "no I'm afraid he doesn't trust me.", pause, "Who?", pause, "What? You mean...impossible I've meet her before, sorta, why would she cooperate?", A long pause and she answered; "Yes sir, I understand."
Angel hung up the phone and buried her face in her hands. "Why Roger?" She said in a muffled voice.
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Roger hung up his coat in the foyer and tapped his foot on the ground nervously. Norman came and stood a distance away taking note of Roger's tapping. Roger turned to face Norman and he glanced around the room as if looking for something or someone.
"Is something troubling you Master Roger?" Norman asked.
"Is Dorothy home yet I would like to talk to her."
"No, sir." Norman replied.
"Do you know when she should be arriving back?" Roger said a bite edgy.
"I believe she is on her way here as we speak."
"Send her to the balcony as soon as she gets here."
Roger went upstairs to the balcony and sat on the ledge looking down on the street. He felt the cool wind kiss his cheeks, it felt good, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling. He tryed to block out the images that haunted him. The ghaustly children and the dueces that walked through remnents of a burning megatropilis. Roger sensed another presence and turned to see Dorothy who stood alarmingly close.
"Dorothy," Roger said a bit flustered, "don't sneak up on me like that."
She looked at him blankly, and for some reason Roger felt somewhat afraid. He stood up to walk away from the ledge but Dorothy stepped closer pinning him against the stone. Her innocent face stared up at his and Roger's heart raced. Why is she against me like this, he wondered. She brought her hands up and placed them on his chest gently.
"Dorothy, what are you doing?" He breathed.
"Fufilling destiny." She said.
Before Roger could ask what she meant she shoved him over the legde. He began to fall and desperately reached out to grasp something and with pure luck manage to grab hold of a gargoyle only a couple of feet down. He thought his armed jerked out of his socket though, it wasn't, but it made him cry out in pain. He looked up to see Dorothy standing there with a stone above her head taking aim.
"Dorothy please!" Roger cried.
Abruptly Dorothy fell forward, and as she fell she reach and tried to grasp Roger. She nabbed his him by his pant leg, but it ripped and she went plummeting down.
"DOROTHY!!!" Roger screamed.
"Roger!" a voice cried.
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"What will you do with her?" D asked.
"I'm waiting for her to wake up." said the beautiful woman with dark hair, "Did you deploy the prototype."
"Yes Ma'am." D smiled. "No one will tell the difference."
"Good, I knew I could count on you." She turned around and affectionately stroked his cheek. "She's going to be just like you. Perfect."
"I've waited so long." D said softly his voice thick with emotion.
"Your going to have your Nightengale by your side soon."
"Soon?"
"The 3rd biodroid is on its last stage, she will be a bit more advanced than you when complete."
"The offspring shall be even more." D smiled, "I guess that eccentric genius Eugene grant proved his worth."
"Yes he was. I was worried his bizarre experiments he ran without our consent would ruin everything."
"From bad things comes the good."
"Exactly, his data that he sent to us before he died was more than we expected the men and money put into him was worth it."
"What about the final stage?" D frowned.
"You lead that ignorant Beck and his punks to Electric city and don't come back till you get Sven Maurisky." She ordered.
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"DOROTHY!!" Roger sat up in his bed his hair was matted to his head with sweat.
"Master Roger it's all right." Norman was beside him trying to reapply the cool towel that fell off his head.
"Dorothy...she...she....is..." Roger's mouth opened and closed but no words came out.
"Roger that wasn't Dorothy." Norman said.
"RD? I thought she was dead." Roger's voice trembled.
"Apparently not sir, unless its someone else."
Roger had to agree with that for RD had seemed like a really malffunctioned robot. Some of her screws must have been loose, but this one and been so cool and smooth about it. Almost seductive the way she pressed herself against him as if she were going to kiss him goodbye.
"Major Datsun is downstairs he apparently has some information for you to investigate."
"I'll be down there in a minute what time is it." Roger rubbed his head. "I'm going to take to a quick shower, and keep him here I need to talk to him also."
"Yes, sir. It's 9:00." Norman was already just outside the door and he closed it and headed downstairs.
Major Dan Dastun sat on the couch his leg bouncing up and down nervously. He stood up when Norman entered the room. His eye's searched the door behind Norman and he looked around the room.
"Master Roger should be down in 15 minutes." Norman told him.
"Where's Dorothy?" Datsun asked.
Norman raised his eyebrows, "Did you find anything outside the front of the building."
"No, why?"
"I think you should discuss that with Roger."
Roger came down 10 minutes later. Datsun noted that he looked worn and troubled. There were was almost a old look about him that distressed Datsun a bit. He knew something was wrong something was very wrong.
"Thank you for stopping by and sparing me the trouble of seeking you out."
"Roger, you look like shit." Datsun said bluntly.
"There has been some major trouble here as there is in the streets." Roger recounted the night before with Datsun and when he finished Datsun sat there with a stunned expression on his face.
"There was nothing wrong on the street in front of your house." Datsun said gruffly.
"Whoever sent her must of sent someone else to clean up the mess."
"It would seem so," Datsun scratched his chin, "what I came here to see you about is the fact that Beck is out again."
"Damn, how the hell did he get out!" Roger shouted angrily.
"Apparently someone had to pull some strings to get him out. We can't locate anyone associated with Beck that has that much power." Datsun slammed his hand on the table frustrated. "I was going to have you work some of your magic and find some information for me but I see you have problems of your own."
"No," said Roger, "I'll take the case. I sense that Beck may have something to do with all this"
"Yeah, well I have to investigate a double homicide of some jazz player and his girlfriend. So if you don't mind I'll be leaving now.
Roger seemed in deep thought and didn't hear what he said. He would have to pay a visit to Ear.
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Ear sipped his beer as he waited for Roger. He actaully was glad that he didn't have to deal with that young punk D. Roger entered the bar and when Ear eyed him he was shocked by the haggard appearance on his youthful, and usaully bright face. Roger sat down next to him actually he just sort of fell into the chair. Roger closed his eyes as if he were exhausted then opened them to turn and look at Ear.
"You look like shit." Ear said bluntly
Roger winced, "I've been told so already. Please I need some information on Beck and his boys, and is there anyone you know who has seemed to have a lot of money or power related to them?"
"Hmmm." Ear rubbed his chin, "Yes there has been some minor problems that landed Beck and some Gold members in jail, but they were always out the next day. If someone is getting them out of trouble and paying their finances they are very powerful indeed."
"Any idea who would have any power like that though."
"This is going to cost you, but there is a place 60 miles outside Paradigm is a private dome which holds a single mansion. Many shipments have gone to the mansion, but no one knows who or what their up to there."
"How long has it been there." Roger looked suprised.
"A while, only a few months ago was it completely renovated. That is a wonder in itself due to the limited supplies and labors we have. It most have cost a tremendous fortune, or unless the Paradigm Group must have funded it, supported it which ever."
"So what's the latest news with Beck."
"The last time he was spied was on the outskirts of Paradigm towards Electric city."
"Thank you." Roger said graciously, he began to head out. Ear grabbed his wrist suddenly and Roger turned to face him full alert. He felt Ear slip something into his hand as he pulled his hand away and Roger clutched it tightly.
"Be careful there are dangerous people about." Ear said cautiously.
Roger understood the message and decided that he should lay off Ear for a while. He left the bar and climbed inside the sleek long black Griffin 2. He opened his palm and unfolded the paper which read:
RS,
I wrote things down on this note that was too dangerous to tell you in public. There is something big going down that even I can't get into.There was a young man that came in a couple a days ago, younger than you. Despite his age I could tell he was very dangerous. He payed a very, extremely handsome amount to know about the andriod that lived with you. Beck seems to be working under this man and many other people. So I suggest that if you find the boy named D you should be able to get to the root of something huge. Burn the note when done, and the information is free of charge.
"Good Ol' Ear." Roger whispered under his breath
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Dorothy woke up on a soft bed. She looked around at her surroundings, and found everything eerily familliar. She sat up and looked around the room better. The bed was satin and the color of a deep rich red which she particularly liked. The rugs were oriental which was so rare now a days that you had a better chance of being struck by lightning. Everything would have been worth thousands or millions now. Fancy mahogany dressers and a table with a bouqet of roses set in the middle. The wine colored carpet was very plush and thick as though it was brand new.
"Your up finally." said a strong masculine voice.
Dorothy looked to the west corner where someone stepped out of the shadows. It was the same guy from the alley. She stood and headed caustiously toward the door. He raised his hands that one hand still gloved.
"Dorothy, please stop I wanted to be the one you saw when you woke up. I wanted to see you and talk to you." D said pleadingly.
"Why? Your the one who kidnapped me." Dorothy said.
"I merely brought you home." D smiled disarmingly, "Look at the home were you lived a rich and pampered life."
"No, that was 'the' Dorothy Wayneright. I'm merely a shadow of her image."
"That's not true Dorothy."
D's eye's widened and he laughed so heartily that Dorothy couldn't help but let down her guard.
"You are 'the' Dorothy Wayneright. I can't wait till you are finally complete." D was very close and he reached up to touch Dorothy's cold cheek.
"Who are you? What are you talking about?"
D grinned and picked up her hand and kissed it softly. Dorothy knew that if she were a real girl she would have bushed.
"I'm Dario the complete biodriod that is at your beck and call."
"Dario...get me out of here." Dorothy said unemotionally.
"You wouldn't want to leave before meeting your creator, or should I say one of your many creators."
Dario lead her to the door and headed downstairs. Dorothy noted how everything looked like antiques yet they were in perfect condition. This place seemed unnatural and she desperately wanted Roger there with her. On the way to meet her Creator? Dario came to a set of double doors and paused outside them.
"Oh, and I don't mean your going to die or anything. Her name is Marie Rowen she is quite attractive and a lot older than she looks, don't tell her I told you though." He winked
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Dario headed towards Electric city going so fast he would have appeared as a blur to human eye's. He left Dorothy relunctantly and he knew there would have to be a lot of explaining to do from Marie. That would seem extrodinarily long, besides he had to go finish business since Beck and his men were so unreliable. He wondered if Prototype successfully completed her mission.
She was back at the mansion being repaired and her report would be heard when she came back. He honestly hoped not. He was interested in this man Roger who looked similiar to someone in particular he knew. He smiled again, by the end of tomorrow Dorthy's final stage shuold be complete if everything went according to plan.
"This will determine the fate of Paradigm and its people." He said grimly.
TO BE CONTINUED
By Lia Flowers; Lia_Flowers@Hotmail.com
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Roger pulled up to Angel's apatment building and she climbed out. She took a step towards the door but turned around and leaned on Roger's window sill instead. She tilted her head beguilingly and smiled at him seductively. Roger's fingers tightened around his steering wheel and faced her.
"Would you like to come up to my room?" She asked.
"What?" Roger look flustered.
"Would you like to come up and perhaps have some water?" She winked.
"I'm sorry, I have some urgent business to attend to immediately."
Angel stood up in suprise and then he sped off. She stood there on the side of the road staring after him for a moment then went inside. Her apartment was a nice one which was neither to plush or plain, it was neat, and cozy. Angel took off her dress and threw it in her bedroom as she crossed the hallway to her bathroom. She drew a bath and began to inspect her scars in the mirror.
"Where did you come from?" she whispered. A tear silently rolled down her left cheek and she wiped it away angrily. She was startled when the phone rang and she ran to quickly answer it. Her hand paused above the phone and she drew a shaky breath then picked it up.
"Hello," she paused, "no I'm afraid he doesn't trust me.", pause, "Who?", pause, "What? You mean...impossible I've meet her before, sorta, why would she cooperate?", A long pause and she answered; "Yes sir, I understand."
Angel hung up the phone and buried her face in her hands. "Why Roger?" She said in a muffled voice.
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Roger hung up his coat in the foyer and tapped his foot on the ground nervously. Norman came and stood a distance away taking note of Roger's tapping. Roger turned to face Norman and he glanced around the room as if looking for something or someone.
"Is something troubling you Master Roger?" Norman asked.
"Is Dorothy home yet I would like to talk to her."
"No, sir." Norman replied.
"Do you know when she should be arriving back?" Roger said a bite edgy.
"I believe she is on her way here as we speak."
"Send her to the balcony as soon as she gets here."
Roger went upstairs to the balcony and sat on the ledge looking down on the street. He felt the cool wind kiss his cheeks, it felt good, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling. He tryed to block out the images that haunted him. The ghaustly children and the dueces that walked through remnents of a burning megatropilis. Roger sensed another presence and turned to see Dorothy who stood alarmingly close.
"Dorothy," Roger said a bit flustered, "don't sneak up on me like that."
She looked at him blankly, and for some reason Roger felt somewhat afraid. He stood up to walk away from the ledge but Dorothy stepped closer pinning him against the stone. Her innocent face stared up at his and Roger's heart raced. Why is she against me like this, he wondered. She brought her hands up and placed them on his chest gently.
"Dorothy, what are you doing?" He breathed.
"Fufilling destiny." She said.
Before Roger could ask what she meant she shoved him over the legde. He began to fall and desperately reached out to grasp something and with pure luck manage to grab hold of a gargoyle only a couple of feet down. He thought his armed jerked out of his socket though, it wasn't, but it made him cry out in pain. He looked up to see Dorothy standing there with a stone above her head taking aim.
"Dorothy please!" Roger cried.
Abruptly Dorothy fell forward, and as she fell she reach and tried to grasp Roger. She nabbed his him by his pant leg, but it ripped and she went plummeting down.
"DOROTHY!!!" Roger screamed.
"Roger!" a voice cried.
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"What will you do with her?" D asked.
"I'm waiting for her to wake up." said the beautiful woman with dark hair, "Did you deploy the prototype."
"Yes Ma'am." D smiled. "No one will tell the difference."
"Good, I knew I could count on you." She turned around and affectionately stroked his cheek. "She's going to be just like you. Perfect."
"I've waited so long." D said softly his voice thick with emotion.
"Your going to have your Nightengale by your side soon."
"Soon?"
"The 3rd biodroid is on its last stage, she will be a bit more advanced than you when complete."
"The offspring shall be even more." D smiled, "I guess that eccentric genius Eugene grant proved his worth."
"Yes he was. I was worried his bizarre experiments he ran without our consent would ruin everything."
"From bad things comes the good."
"Exactly, his data that he sent to us before he died was more than we expected the men and money put into him was worth it."
"What about the final stage?" D frowned.
"You lead that ignorant Beck and his punks to Electric city and don't come back till you get Sven Maurisky." She ordered.
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"DOROTHY!!" Roger sat up in his bed his hair was matted to his head with sweat.
"Master Roger it's all right." Norman was beside him trying to reapply the cool towel that fell off his head.
"Dorothy...she...she....is..." Roger's mouth opened and closed but no words came out.
"Roger that wasn't Dorothy." Norman said.
"RD? I thought she was dead." Roger's voice trembled.
"Apparently not sir, unless its someone else."
Roger had to agree with that for RD had seemed like a really malffunctioned robot. Some of her screws must have been loose, but this one and been so cool and smooth about it. Almost seductive the way she pressed herself against him as if she were going to kiss him goodbye.
"Major Datsun is downstairs he apparently has some information for you to investigate."
"I'll be down there in a minute what time is it." Roger rubbed his head. "I'm going to take to a quick shower, and keep him here I need to talk to him also."
"Yes, sir. It's 9:00." Norman was already just outside the door and he closed it and headed downstairs.
Major Dan Dastun sat on the couch his leg bouncing up and down nervously. He stood up when Norman entered the room. His eye's searched the door behind Norman and he looked around the room.
"Master Roger should be down in 15 minutes." Norman told him.
"Where's Dorothy?" Datsun asked.
Norman raised his eyebrows, "Did you find anything outside the front of the building."
"No, why?"
"I think you should discuss that with Roger."
Roger came down 10 minutes later. Datsun noted that he looked worn and troubled. There were was almost a old look about him that distressed Datsun a bit. He knew something was wrong something was very wrong.
"Thank you for stopping by and sparing me the trouble of seeking you out."
"Roger, you look like shit." Datsun said bluntly.
"There has been some major trouble here as there is in the streets." Roger recounted the night before with Datsun and when he finished Datsun sat there with a stunned expression on his face.
"There was nothing wrong on the street in front of your house." Datsun said gruffly.
"Whoever sent her must of sent someone else to clean up the mess."
"It would seem so," Datsun scratched his chin, "what I came here to see you about is the fact that Beck is out again."
"Damn, how the hell did he get out!" Roger shouted angrily.
"Apparently someone had to pull some strings to get him out. We can't locate anyone associated with Beck that has that much power." Datsun slammed his hand on the table frustrated. "I was going to have you work some of your magic and find some information for me but I see you have problems of your own."
"No," said Roger, "I'll take the case. I sense that Beck may have something to do with all this"
"Yeah, well I have to investigate a double homicide of some jazz player and his girlfriend. So if you don't mind I'll be leaving now.
Roger seemed in deep thought and didn't hear what he said. He would have to pay a visit to Ear.
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Ear sipped his beer as he waited for Roger. He actaully was glad that he didn't have to deal with that young punk D. Roger entered the bar and when Ear eyed him he was shocked by the haggard appearance on his youthful, and usaully bright face. Roger sat down next to him actually he just sort of fell into the chair. Roger closed his eyes as if he were exhausted then opened them to turn and look at Ear.
"You look like shit." Ear said bluntly
Roger winced, "I've been told so already. Please I need some information on Beck and his boys, and is there anyone you know who has seemed to have a lot of money or power related to them?"
"Hmmm." Ear rubbed his chin, "Yes there has been some minor problems that landed Beck and some Gold members in jail, but they were always out the next day. If someone is getting them out of trouble and paying their finances they are very powerful indeed."
"Any idea who would have any power like that though."
"This is going to cost you, but there is a place 60 miles outside Paradigm is a private dome which holds a single mansion. Many shipments have gone to the mansion, but no one knows who or what their up to there."
"How long has it been there." Roger looked suprised.
"A while, only a few months ago was it completely renovated. That is a wonder in itself due to the limited supplies and labors we have. It most have cost a tremendous fortune, or unless the Paradigm Group must have funded it, supported it which ever."
"So what's the latest news with Beck."
"The last time he was spied was on the outskirts of Paradigm towards Electric city."
"Thank you." Roger said graciously, he began to head out. Ear grabbed his wrist suddenly and Roger turned to face him full alert. He felt Ear slip something into his hand as he pulled his hand away and Roger clutched it tightly.
"Be careful there are dangerous people about." Ear said cautiously.
Roger understood the message and decided that he should lay off Ear for a while. He left the bar and climbed inside the sleek long black Griffin 2. He opened his palm and unfolded the paper which read:
RS,
I wrote things down on this note that was too dangerous to tell you in public. There is something big going down that even I can't get into.There was a young man that came in a couple a days ago, younger than you. Despite his age I could tell he was very dangerous. He payed a very, extremely handsome amount to know about the andriod that lived with you. Beck seems to be working under this man and many other people. So I suggest that if you find the boy named D you should be able to get to the root of something huge. Burn the note when done, and the information is free of charge.
"Good Ol' Ear." Roger whispered under his breath
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Dorothy woke up on a soft bed. She looked around at her surroundings, and found everything eerily familliar. She sat up and looked around the room better. The bed was satin and the color of a deep rich red which she particularly liked. The rugs were oriental which was so rare now a days that you had a better chance of being struck by lightning. Everything would have been worth thousands or millions now. Fancy mahogany dressers and a table with a bouqet of roses set in the middle. The wine colored carpet was very plush and thick as though it was brand new.
"Your up finally." said a strong masculine voice.
Dorothy looked to the west corner where someone stepped out of the shadows. It was the same guy from the alley. She stood and headed caustiously toward the door. He raised his hands that one hand still gloved.
"Dorothy, please stop I wanted to be the one you saw when you woke up. I wanted to see you and talk to you." D said pleadingly.
"Why? Your the one who kidnapped me." Dorothy said.
"I merely brought you home." D smiled disarmingly, "Look at the home were you lived a rich and pampered life."
"No, that was 'the' Dorothy Wayneright. I'm merely a shadow of her image."
"That's not true Dorothy."
D's eye's widened and he laughed so heartily that Dorothy couldn't help but let down her guard.
"You are 'the' Dorothy Wayneright. I can't wait till you are finally complete." D was very close and he reached up to touch Dorothy's cold cheek.
"Who are you? What are you talking about?"
D grinned and picked up her hand and kissed it softly. Dorothy knew that if she were a real girl she would have bushed.
"I'm Dario the complete biodriod that is at your beck and call."
"Dario...get me out of here." Dorothy said unemotionally.
"You wouldn't want to leave before meeting your creator, or should I say one of your many creators."
Dario lead her to the door and headed downstairs. Dorothy noted how everything looked like antiques yet they were in perfect condition. This place seemed unnatural and she desperately wanted Roger there with her. On the way to meet her Creator? Dario came to a set of double doors and paused outside them.
"Oh, and I don't mean your going to die or anything. Her name is Marie Rowen she is quite attractive and a lot older than she looks, don't tell her I told you though." He winked
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Dario headed towards Electric city going so fast he would have appeared as a blur to human eye's. He left Dorothy relunctantly and he knew there would have to be a lot of explaining to do from Marie. That would seem extrodinarily long, besides he had to go finish business since Beck and his men were so unreliable. He wondered if Prototype successfully completed her mission.
She was back at the mansion being repaired and her report would be heard when she came back. He honestly hoped not. He was interested in this man Roger who looked similiar to someone in particular he knew. He smiled again, by the end of tomorrow Dorthy's final stage shuold be complete if everything went according to plan.
"This will determine the fate of Paradigm and its people." He said grimly.
TO BE CONTINUED
By Lia Flowers; Lia_Flowers@Hotmail.com
