Yin-yang 2
Damn. I know what your thinking. "Why the hell did it take him so long to get this damn
thing going again?!" Simple. I lost my notes. Those notes are what keeps this story together. That,
and I have been busy with Frenetic Amnesic, and putting up my new story, Shrouded Dreams. I
have been on a roll with those stories. And there's also the fact that I am getting ready to go away
for a month, so no working on my stories. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive an idiot like me.
Any way, when we last checked in, Eric had just proposed to Lizzie, and they had gone back
to their house and had sex for the first time. Bring's a tear to your eye, doesn't it. Actually, it
doesn't.
Again my apologies for taking my sweet time. But if you want a good story, you'll have to
wait. Don't worry, I won't be one of those authors who drop a story right when it get's good. Like
some of you. AHEM
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Eric was drifting back into consciousness from last night's activities. Slowly but surely, he got up
out of bed, and with his normal morning routine. Right after he snuck a kiss from his new fiancé. He
looked in his bathroom mirror and could tell that anyone who saw him would rag him for last night.
He was that easy to read. Not one day passed where he got away with a secret from his comrades.
Especially Steve. That guy could read body messages like he could fight. Easy. Eric's time off ended
today. He had to be at the precinct in one hour. Giving him enough time to shower, shave, and get
dressed. Plenty of time.
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Eric arrived at the precinct with 10 minutes to spare. He got out of his Avalanche and
walked up the steps to his inevitable doom of questions pertaining to wether or not he popped the
question. The girls, being girls, would all ooh and ahh over the whole thing, and the guys would hit
him on the back and say, "Way to go man!" It was amazing what he went through just to live his
life. And he was right. The second he opened the door the offices, he was bombarded with questions
about the whole thing. Things like, "Did you ask it?" and "Did you get some?" were flooding his
ears like water. He simply said yes and no to what would fit best. Yes. No. No. Yes. Why would you
want to know?
He finally reached his desk and began sorting through his papers. He didn't get very far
before Steve sat down next to him.
"Have fun?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you better be prepared for what's going on."
"Huh."
"That meeting on Friday. It was about something big."
That caught his attention. "Big?"
"Yeah. Apparently someone is trafficking some sort of top-secret military serum that makes
whoever takes it become a slave to mind-control."
"And how did we find out about this?"
"Anonymous caller on Thursday. Said to check out a truck that was coming through town.
So we stopped it. And found the stuff. Confiscated it. But then we get another call right afterwards
saying that they were just dummies and that the real thing was a purple liquid. The ones we found
were red."
"So?"
"So we checked with the number on the containers. You know, the one that states to call in
case of emergency?"
"Yeah?"
"Well it turns out that the number is for the military. And the anonymous caller was right.
They were fakes. Decoys so that the real things could be transported safely."
"Where were these things headed?"
"To some lab in the hospital. High-class security. Heavily-guarded. Those guys in the
military said the serum was going to be destroyed. But I wasn't too sure about the whole thing so I
hacked into the Pentagon files and found this." He threw a folder with papers in it to Eric. Eric
opened the folder and after 3 seconds realized something.
"Steve. This is illegal. You can't just get into the Pentagon files and expect to get what you
need to know without getting found out." He sighed. This was too much. But still...
"Steve, was there any traces?" He meant any way he could have been found.
"Oh, please. I'm too good for that."
"Yeah, sure." Eric continued to thumb through the files. Snatches of things and info made it
to his brain. Things like enhance, and "ready for human testing," and "few side effects" didn't really
explain anything. Not to him anyway.
"Steve, translate this. I'm no good with this technical shit."
"Basically, they weren't going to destroy it at all. They were going to enhance it, make it
better. Then they were going to test it out on humans. Humans!"
"Shut up! Do you want to make a scene?! Look, this can't be. Nothing like this could
actually happen. You've been playing too much Metal Gear Solid 2 haven't you?"
"Hey that's a good game! It got a 10 from PSM magazine! A classic!"
Eric just shook his head. He looked at the file again.
"What do they mean, side effects?"
"They found some side effects to the serum. It looks normal at first, headache, nosebleed,
slight rash. Then it gets bad. Diarrhoea, erectile dysfunction, temporary blindness, and then finally,
insanity."
"Wait, how the hell, do you go from headache and nosebleed, to blindness, erectile
dysfunction and insanity?"
"I don't know, those are the side effects!"
"So what do you want me to do? We don't have any evidence about this!"
"The folder!"
"Steve, if we show this folder to any judge, we'll get put in the slammer! And who would
believe us anyway! This is the military we're talking about! They could rig up some sort of false
crime and have us put away! They could even kill us!"
Steve looked dumbfounded. He hadn't thought about any of this. Eric could sympathize. He
had made bad choices on the job too. Not this bad, but still pretty bad.
"Look, we'll figure out something. Until then, just keep your head low about all this. We
don't need any problems about this."
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The rest of the day went by smoothly. Nothing was out of place. Except the strange hooded
figure on the roof of the building across from the station. He looked down on Eric as he got in his
Avalanche and drove off, and with a voice that was more mechanical than organic, said, "We shall
meet soon, Eric McKader."
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I am so warped. Oh well, I have a reputation of doing stories that are, well, different. Just
look at Shrouded Dreams. Well, until next time. Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Damn. I know what your thinking. "Why the hell did it take him so long to get this damn
thing going again?!" Simple. I lost my notes. Those notes are what keeps this story together. That,
and I have been busy with Frenetic Amnesic, and putting up my new story, Shrouded Dreams. I
have been on a roll with those stories. And there's also the fact that I am getting ready to go away
for a month, so no working on my stories. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive an idiot like me.
Any way, when we last checked in, Eric had just proposed to Lizzie, and they had gone back
to their house and had sex for the first time. Bring's a tear to your eye, doesn't it. Actually, it
doesn't.
Again my apologies for taking my sweet time. But if you want a good story, you'll have to
wait. Don't worry, I won't be one of those authors who drop a story right when it get's good. Like
some of you. AHEM
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Eric was drifting back into consciousness from last night's activities. Slowly but surely, he got up
out of bed, and with his normal morning routine. Right after he snuck a kiss from his new fiancé. He
looked in his bathroom mirror and could tell that anyone who saw him would rag him for last night.
He was that easy to read. Not one day passed where he got away with a secret from his comrades.
Especially Steve. That guy could read body messages like he could fight. Easy. Eric's time off ended
today. He had to be at the precinct in one hour. Giving him enough time to shower, shave, and get
dressed. Plenty of time.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eric arrived at the precinct with 10 minutes to spare. He got out of his Avalanche and
walked up the steps to his inevitable doom of questions pertaining to wether or not he popped the
question. The girls, being girls, would all ooh and ahh over the whole thing, and the guys would hit
him on the back and say, "Way to go man!" It was amazing what he went through just to live his
life. And he was right. The second he opened the door the offices, he was bombarded with questions
about the whole thing. Things like, "Did you ask it?" and "Did you get some?" were flooding his
ears like water. He simply said yes and no to what would fit best. Yes. No. No. Yes. Why would you
want to know?
He finally reached his desk and began sorting through his papers. He didn't get very far
before Steve sat down next to him.
"Have fun?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you better be prepared for what's going on."
"Huh."
"That meeting on Friday. It was about something big."
That caught his attention. "Big?"
"Yeah. Apparently someone is trafficking some sort of top-secret military serum that makes
whoever takes it become a slave to mind-control."
"And how did we find out about this?"
"Anonymous caller on Thursday. Said to check out a truck that was coming through town.
So we stopped it. And found the stuff. Confiscated it. But then we get another call right afterwards
saying that they were just dummies and that the real thing was a purple liquid. The ones we found
were red."
"So?"
"So we checked with the number on the containers. You know, the one that states to call in
case of emergency?"
"Yeah?"
"Well it turns out that the number is for the military. And the anonymous caller was right.
They were fakes. Decoys so that the real things could be transported safely."
"Where were these things headed?"
"To some lab in the hospital. High-class security. Heavily-guarded. Those guys in the
military said the serum was going to be destroyed. But I wasn't too sure about the whole thing so I
hacked into the Pentagon files and found this." He threw a folder with papers in it to Eric. Eric
opened the folder and after 3 seconds realized something.
"Steve. This is illegal. You can't just get into the Pentagon files and expect to get what you
need to know without getting found out." He sighed. This was too much. But still...
"Steve, was there any traces?" He meant any way he could have been found.
"Oh, please. I'm too good for that."
"Yeah, sure." Eric continued to thumb through the files. Snatches of things and info made it
to his brain. Things like enhance, and "ready for human testing," and "few side effects" didn't really
explain anything. Not to him anyway.
"Steve, translate this. I'm no good with this technical shit."
"Basically, they weren't going to destroy it at all. They were going to enhance it, make it
better. Then they were going to test it out on humans. Humans!"
"Shut up! Do you want to make a scene?! Look, this can't be. Nothing like this could
actually happen. You've been playing too much Metal Gear Solid 2 haven't you?"
"Hey that's a good game! It got a 10 from PSM magazine! A classic!"
Eric just shook his head. He looked at the file again.
"What do they mean, side effects?"
"They found some side effects to the serum. It looks normal at first, headache, nosebleed,
slight rash. Then it gets bad. Diarrhoea, erectile dysfunction, temporary blindness, and then finally,
insanity."
"Wait, how the hell, do you go from headache and nosebleed, to blindness, erectile
dysfunction and insanity?"
"I don't know, those are the side effects!"
"So what do you want me to do? We don't have any evidence about this!"
"The folder!"
"Steve, if we show this folder to any judge, we'll get put in the slammer! And who would
believe us anyway! This is the military we're talking about! They could rig up some sort of false
crime and have us put away! They could even kill us!"
Steve looked dumbfounded. He hadn't thought about any of this. Eric could sympathize. He
had made bad choices on the job too. Not this bad, but still pretty bad.
"Look, we'll figure out something. Until then, just keep your head low about all this. We
don't need any problems about this."
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The rest of the day went by smoothly. Nothing was out of place. Except the strange hooded
figure on the roof of the building across from the station. He looked down on Eric as he got in his
Avalanche and drove off, and with a voice that was more mechanical than organic, said, "We shall
meet soon, Eric McKader."
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I am so warped. Oh well, I have a reputation of doing stories that are, well, different. Just
look at Shrouded Dreams. Well, until next time. Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...