The Blue Shift Transcriptions
The adventures of mild mannered security guard, Barney Calhoun.
PROLOGUE:
LOCATION: Happy Valley Mall, Roswell, New Mexico
TIMESCALE: October 2nd 1998, 1120 hours EVENT TIME MINUS TWO MONTHS TWO HOURS
The clinically clean Happy Valley mall was packed to the walls with early Christmas shoppers. The GAME stores were especially busy as parents queued to preorder the latest "in" game "Half-Life" a strange tale of a scientist battling aliens. It was Barney Calhoun's kind of thing, but he wasn't braving the queues. He was sat in an uncomfortable metal chair eating a Burger King meal and reading a book. He hated his security job. It was long and uninteresting. He wished he had taken the Journalism Course when he was at University, but it was too late now. He looked up from his book, in time to see a young kid run out of the store with a freshly wrapped box. He dropped the novel and leapt after him.
"Hey, kid, stop!"
He pulled out his Colt handgun and levelled it at the child. What he hadn't realised was he had left the safety off. As he pulled up the gun to his sight it went off, the bullet smacking the child in the back. There was a scream, and people dropped to the floor. Barney's eyes widened with horror. He let go of the gun and ran over to the child. The bullet had gone through his heart, and Barney cradled the child in his arms.
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Barney sat in the damp Roswell jail cell. He'd almost killed a kid, probably paralysed him for life. He held his head in his hands a cried, deep throbbing sobs. His attention was diverted by a knocking on the cell.
"Mr Calhoun I presume?"
Barney looked up, his eyes making contact with a tall silhouette standing behind the bars
"Who are you?"
"I'm.you're saving grace"
Barney turned away
"Whatever dude, I gave up God long ago"
The voice seemed to become more intent
"No Mr Calhoun, I intend to offer you a job"
Barney sat up suddenly
"A job, but I killed a kid" "You're sharp reflexes are in use where I work, and your salary is.decent. Your past is of no concern there. My company is prepared to..bail you out if you decide to work. Otherwise, well. you can rot in a jail for about.ooo..one hundred and ninety years"
Barney smiled, and walked over to the bars.
"Tell me more.."
The adventures of mild mannered security guard, Barney Calhoun.
PROLOGUE:
LOCATION: Happy Valley Mall, Roswell, New Mexico
TIMESCALE: October 2nd 1998, 1120 hours EVENT TIME MINUS TWO MONTHS TWO HOURS
The clinically clean Happy Valley mall was packed to the walls with early Christmas shoppers. The GAME stores were especially busy as parents queued to preorder the latest "in" game "Half-Life" a strange tale of a scientist battling aliens. It was Barney Calhoun's kind of thing, but he wasn't braving the queues. He was sat in an uncomfortable metal chair eating a Burger King meal and reading a book. He hated his security job. It was long and uninteresting. He wished he had taken the Journalism Course when he was at University, but it was too late now. He looked up from his book, in time to see a young kid run out of the store with a freshly wrapped box. He dropped the novel and leapt after him.
"Hey, kid, stop!"
He pulled out his Colt handgun and levelled it at the child. What he hadn't realised was he had left the safety off. As he pulled up the gun to his sight it went off, the bullet smacking the child in the back. There was a scream, and people dropped to the floor. Barney's eyes widened with horror. He let go of the gun and ran over to the child. The bullet had gone through his heart, and Barney cradled the child in his arms.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------
Barney sat in the damp Roswell jail cell. He'd almost killed a kid, probably paralysed him for life. He held his head in his hands a cried, deep throbbing sobs. His attention was diverted by a knocking on the cell.
"Mr Calhoun I presume?"
Barney looked up, his eyes making contact with a tall silhouette standing behind the bars
"Who are you?"
"I'm.you're saving grace"
Barney turned away
"Whatever dude, I gave up God long ago"
The voice seemed to become more intent
"No Mr Calhoun, I intend to offer you a job"
Barney sat up suddenly
"A job, but I killed a kid" "You're sharp reflexes are in use where I work, and your salary is.decent. Your past is of no concern there. My company is prepared to..bail you out if you decide to work. Otherwise, well. you can rot in a jail for about.ooo..one hundred and ninety years"
Barney smiled, and walked over to the bars.
"Tell me more.."