Entry
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*Ah, yes, I guess I fibbed :/ well, the reason this time was I thought you people didn't want to continue!!! (Shrieks of horror) But I guess I was wrong. I hope that more reviews will come in from my mates and friends, keep them coming guys!! ^_^*
Smith walked down the hall, holding the Modified Desert Eagle. He held a look of emotionless void, his body bruised and broken, but he continued on. He put the DE in his belt, and looked around slowly. He was walking down a hall of glass cases, filled with weapons.
He walked over to a case holding a dagger....nah, too small.
He then walked over to a Scabbard sword. Hmm....again, too small.
Wait...this could work....
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The GIGN Puma hovered over the main courtyard of the Château, and Green smirked as he took pot-shots at the Merovingian's men, who were pinned down. They held Uzi's, Thompson's and one even had a Sagia Russian Assault Shotgun.
It wasn't working, they needed back-up.
Green laughed like a maniac as the bullets slowly started to blow away the former Gazebo, it was blown up by a TOW missile from the BO105AT1 that was now a smoking wreck in the courtyard garden. The Mero's men took their own pot shots, but it wasn't getting anywhere. GIGN troops were lying in their own blood as the three agents continued to fire their DE's.
Suddenly, a GIGN man screamed in immeasurable pain.
Gerdux looked over to the side to see a man holding a....Halberd?!
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Smith smirked as he used the momentum of the Ax blade he imbedded into the GIGN man to send him over the side of the roof. Smith then swung it up expertly, smirking at the soldiers. The agents were too busy with the other men to worry about Smith.
Smith screamed a battle cry as he rushed a GIGN solider, the soldier's FAMAS going off in spastic bursts as the brass shells of the Assault Rifle made cling sounds on the concrete that was once a complicated pattern of swirls and whirls. They were now interrupted with pockmarks and smoldering pieces of shrapnel. Smith then ran the spear end of the Halberd clear through. The GIGN man made a 'gurk' sound, as blood ran up his throat and out his mouth. He twitched a bit as Smith shot the Halberd forward, then back, sending the GIGN solider over the edge of the roof.
Green looked over to the side. His smirk changed to a look of anger.
"Smith...you son of a bitch...." Green said, as he turned to look at Gerdux.
He was no-where around.
The Puma was taking off. Green looked behind him and watched as it slowly started to gain altitude. Green then looked to Jones and Brown. They all aimed their DE.50's at them. Smith smirked and waved his own at them. They looked confused for a bit, and then understood.
Jones was the first to feel the effects. Smith shot him once if the forehead. Brown was so shocked by what he was receiving; he didn't have the time to move. The bullet struck him square in the chest, Smith firing three more to make sure the job was done, still holding the Halberd.
Green covered his face as an explosion of code came from the agents. Green raised his pistol, but so did Smith. Green's smooth blonde hair shining in the sun, as Smith's tattered brown hair moved against the wind. He had a look of total immersion, knowing Green's moment had come.
Green smirked as he suddenly clicked the trigger.
'Click, click, click, click'
Green looked down in shock at his weapon, and then made an attempt to swing at Smith's face, wanting to kill him with this one punch.
Smith expertly dodged to the left, holding the Halberd in the arm on his left side, and swung up as he dodged, nailing Green in the side.
Green made a slight 'urk' sound as the ax blade sliced into his side. He looked down at Smith in a look of fiery anger as his mouth leaked blood. Smith pointed the barrel of his instrument of destruction at the head of the enemy Agent, at the head of his 'son'.
Back at the computer room, Prometheus smirked and then clapped his hands together.
"And now for my greatest trick, I will make an entire Château disappear!" He said, as he slammed his finger down on the enter key.
Smith felt an incredible pain as the world went to that all familiar green. He felt bolts of what were like lightning blast through his body. Green felt the same. The Halberd exploded into millions of bits of code, but yet Green and Smith still stayed in the same position. They transformed into bits of code, along with everything on the Château, and suddenly, his entire world went black.
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It was happening again. More blurs and shadows. Smith slowly sat up.
"Heh....looks like you didn't win, Smith..." Said a voice. Smith's eyes blinked rapidly, as dozens of blobs of all kinds of objects swirled around in his eyes. He felt like he had been burnt, yet he was numb to everything but the burn. He swung his hands around. Everything was in slow motion. He felt sick, he felt like he was going to die. For all he knew, he was. He fell out of the bed with a loud thump.
"Confused? You should be. I barely knew what it was for myself until the long five hours I had to endure. You snore horribly, you know that?"
Green, was he still alive?! Smith pulled out his Desert Eagle...he still had it?! He aimed it around at the blobs, one of them could have been Green, and he was not sure.
Suddenly, one of the blobs started moving.
"God-damnit! Of all the prisons I had to have been sent to, you're the worst...Yes, Smith. You're dreaming. A Re-routing of your synapses through manipulation, by me....."
"How.....why....?" Smith said groggily.
"The transfer....something happened, something...unique...horribly unique...but unique none the less......Smith....we....we are one!"
Smith shook his head. This was ridiculous. Green, a parasite?
"Damn you Smith! If only I could understand why, what happened."
"The mainframe...does have a sick sense of humor....." Said Smith, as he raised his pistol at the face of Green.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger....but you loose yourself too.....Do you want to die, Smith? Do you want to cease to exist?" Smith fell silent, putting the pistol down.
"I thought so.....and I am far, FAR, from a parasite Smith....consider this....Symbiosis....we are the same, we are one being now Smith...there is no way to undo what has been done, accept it, accept your fate!"
"No.....n....no!"
"God-damnit Smith! Accept your fate! Accept who you are! Accept your role! You are Exile Smith!"
Smith grabbed his own head and screamed. "NOOOOO!!!!!!" He said, as he fell to his knees in the blurry an slow-motion world.
"You're pathetic! Do you see now why I wanted to destroy you?! It was for honor, Smith, my honor! Now that is destroyed, I am an exile, I am honorless! Don't you see?" Green said, as he walked over to Smith.
"It's a dream...its all...a dream..."
"One from which you will never wake up from....this is a compound, a layer of lies, built over a foundation of deceit...we are being lied to....Smith...."
"Lied....to?"
"Don't you see, Smith?! They are all manipulating us, it is so clear to me now! The Merovingian, the Mainframe, each other! We are nothing more than pawns. Albeit, powerful pawns, but pawns none the less!" Green said, holding up his hand.
"Do you have any idea...what would happen if there was a rebellion?! Not among the humans, but among us, the machines! The two of us can make a new order....a new world!"
Smith stood up and made a sound similar to a roar. "How dare you speak of pawns! You're trying to use me to further your own schemes!"
"YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!" Screamed Green.
"I am free!"
"Are you listening to the mindless babble of that pompous bastard?! You will never be free, Smith, no-one will ever be truly free, unless you are at the top!" Said Green, as he bent to Smith's level.
"Join me, Smith....join me...and rule this world of lies.....and the world beyond....."
Smith awoke with a start, and looked up into the barrel of a silenced automatic pistol.
Smith grabbed the gun, and attempted to punch the man in the gut. He suddenly felt his hand enter the man, but nothing was felt. Smith watched as some black substance spread around the man's gut. Smith couldn't pull his hand out, like sticking your hand in a power vacuum.
The man struggled too, but was convulsing. Before it swallowed him up, Smith saw that the man was one of the guards of the Merovingian.
Smith, confused, rushed forward and out, not caring to bother wondering what happened to the man.
'Isn't it glorious?! The power you-WE-posses! Do you have any idea what I just did??' Shouted out the voice of Green in his head. Smith growled and carried on. He held the Silenced 9MM USP in his hand as he marched down the hall, opening the door and aiming at the Merovingian, the first thing he saw.
What he didn't see, were the twenty or so armed guards around him. The Merovingian pulled out his own pistol and growled.
"What is the meaning of this Smith!? Have you lost your mind?!"
"You bastard....." Was all Smith could say. He was in such anger, that is all he could think about. He watched as the Merovingian aimed the pistol at his head.
"How dare you!! You backstabbing bastard!"
"I could say the same of you...." Said Smith.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"Do you think im a fool?! You know what I am talking about...." Said Smith, as the guards shifted a bit to get more comfortable with the aim they would use to kill him.
"The man, with the pistol, in the bedroom. He was there to kill me...."
The Merovingian was caught, like a child with a cookie jar with bits and pieces of crumb on him.
'Kill him Smith....you know you can...' said Green. Smith was feeling schizophrenic. He shook his head and then looked at the Mero.
"Smith, you're a danger. As I said, you're a rabid dog. You need to be put down!" Screamed the Mero. Smith heard pistols clicking and swung the pistol into the side of the head of one of the guards.
The guard was surprised, to say the least. He blinked rapidly before Smith swung around behind him and braced himself.
A dozen guns firing anywhere from 12 to 18 bullets unleashed their deadly payload onto the exile. The exile made a gasp as the programmed bullets tore into his body. Red clouds shot up out of him as a hundred holes punctured his body. Smith tossed him to the floor, but not before grabbing the program's pistol and firing at his rivals.
Suddenly, Smith felt it. The pang of pain that resonated through him as one is shot in the arm. He looked up at his attackers.
"No....I finish the job..." Said the Merovingian, as he pointed the pistol down at him.
"I have survived too much for you to be able to kill me Smith. Bon Voyage. Give my regards to t-"He didn't get to finish. A DE .50 round tore through his side, as he fell screaming to the ground.
There in the door way stood another Smith, missing an ear-piece. The 'Psuedo-Smith' pulled out his pistol and did coordinated head-shots on eight of the guards' heads, soon tossing the pistol away and grabbing one of the shocked guards. The Psuedo-Smith grabbed the poor man's head and tossed him to a pillar that held up a second floor. The room, as Smith just had time to notice, was a library.
The Psuedo-Smith then grabbed a second shocked guard by the leg and swung him at a third guard who got over it and was aiming his weapon at Smith. Smith let them both propel each other into a book case.
The Mero stood up, and the rest of the guards fled. He growled as he retreated.
"Vigen! Vigen, help! Get in here now!" The Mero said, not expecting two Smiths.
"What the hell is going on...?" Smith muttered. Green felt compelled to ansewer.
"Our power.....it can spread.....you are no longer Exile Smith.....you are now Virus Smith.....with this power, we could destroy anything! I re-wrote the code of the guard...he is a perfect copy of you....taking over a body, much like your agent days....eh Smith? It's crude, but it works..."
Suddenly, the door kicked open, and in stepped Vigen. He immediately sprayed flame at Smith with a World War 2-esque flame-thrower, laughing as the flames washed over the Psuedo-Smith.
The real Smith dived out of the way, but the Psuedo-Smith fell to his knees and lay burning away on the floor.
"YEEESSS! I killed him! I killed the son-of-a-bitch! Haha! Who is the man, who is the man?!" He said, gloating at his victory. Smith smirked and sneakily got behind a pillar that held up the second floor. He then held out his foot. Vigen was in mid victory lap when he suddenly tripped and fell to the floor with an 'oop!' sound. He landed face first.
Smith smirked and aimed his USP down at the tanks on Vigen's back.
"I wonder, will you make the same sound as a rocket?" Smith said, as he fired at the tanks. He let go with his foot, and the tanks exploded, only enough to send Vigen into the air a few feet. Smith blinked a bit.
'Crush him, Smith! Like a Cockroach!' Screamed Green. Smith was seeing Green's psychotic personality. Smith growled and then screamed as he swung the book-case down on the half-dead Vigen.
There was a crushing sound, followed by involuntary twitching from the feet. Smith stepped on the book case and then was about to walk out the door, when he heard it.
The sounds of feet running down the hall from the door he used to come into the room.
Behind the door, armed men, holding automatic weapons of all kinds, Uzi's, Valmets, Galil's, Kalishnikov's, M16's, Thompson's, the works. They all aimed at the door to the room Smith was behind as Smith rushed out the door.
There was a sudden explosion of timber as the door was shot through. Smith continued to hold the wounded arm as he decided to go through a door.
It lead to the Maintenance Hallway. Smith gasped a bit and slammed the door with his foot, locking it.
And then, he fell to the floor, onto his back. He gasped as the cold floor hit his back, and the fluorescent light hit his face. He gasped a bit and closed his eyes.
"Smith, lets go, they might get here any minute...."
But he didn't care. He gasped and decided to give himself this rest. He needed it. He wore what he wore since the government building attack. This scene seemed so familiar. He stank, his body ached, and he wanted to throw up. He didn't though, not this time.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time in days, the inky blackness of un-interrupted sleep slowly carried him away, until he would awake again...
(Hey! Remember what I said, I can't continue unless I get more reviews! C'mon, if you liked it, review it! I want to continue it; I want to know how the stories end makes you feel. C'mon, we are at least half way through, it isn't a big story.)
07
*Ah, yes, I guess I fibbed :/ well, the reason this time was I thought you people didn't want to continue!!! (Shrieks of horror) But I guess I was wrong. I hope that more reviews will come in from my mates and friends, keep them coming guys!! ^_^*
Smith walked down the hall, holding the Modified Desert Eagle. He held a look of emotionless void, his body bruised and broken, but he continued on. He put the DE in his belt, and looked around slowly. He was walking down a hall of glass cases, filled with weapons.
He walked over to a case holding a dagger....nah, too small.
He then walked over to a Scabbard sword. Hmm....again, too small.
Wait...this could work....
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The GIGN Puma hovered over the main courtyard of the Château, and Green smirked as he took pot-shots at the Merovingian's men, who were pinned down. They held Uzi's, Thompson's and one even had a Sagia Russian Assault Shotgun.
It wasn't working, they needed back-up.
Green laughed like a maniac as the bullets slowly started to blow away the former Gazebo, it was blown up by a TOW missile from the BO105AT1 that was now a smoking wreck in the courtyard garden. The Mero's men took their own pot shots, but it wasn't getting anywhere. GIGN troops were lying in their own blood as the three agents continued to fire their DE's.
Suddenly, a GIGN man screamed in immeasurable pain.
Gerdux looked over to the side to see a man holding a....Halberd?!
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Smith smirked as he used the momentum of the Ax blade he imbedded into the GIGN man to send him over the side of the roof. Smith then swung it up expertly, smirking at the soldiers. The agents were too busy with the other men to worry about Smith.
Smith screamed a battle cry as he rushed a GIGN solider, the soldier's FAMAS going off in spastic bursts as the brass shells of the Assault Rifle made cling sounds on the concrete that was once a complicated pattern of swirls and whirls. They were now interrupted with pockmarks and smoldering pieces of shrapnel. Smith then ran the spear end of the Halberd clear through. The GIGN man made a 'gurk' sound, as blood ran up his throat and out his mouth. He twitched a bit as Smith shot the Halberd forward, then back, sending the GIGN solider over the edge of the roof.
Green looked over to the side. His smirk changed to a look of anger.
"Smith...you son of a bitch...." Green said, as he turned to look at Gerdux.
He was no-where around.
The Puma was taking off. Green looked behind him and watched as it slowly started to gain altitude. Green then looked to Jones and Brown. They all aimed their DE.50's at them. Smith smirked and waved his own at them. They looked confused for a bit, and then understood.
Jones was the first to feel the effects. Smith shot him once if the forehead. Brown was so shocked by what he was receiving; he didn't have the time to move. The bullet struck him square in the chest, Smith firing three more to make sure the job was done, still holding the Halberd.
Green covered his face as an explosion of code came from the agents. Green raised his pistol, but so did Smith. Green's smooth blonde hair shining in the sun, as Smith's tattered brown hair moved against the wind. He had a look of total immersion, knowing Green's moment had come.
Green smirked as he suddenly clicked the trigger.
'Click, click, click, click'
Green looked down in shock at his weapon, and then made an attempt to swing at Smith's face, wanting to kill him with this one punch.
Smith expertly dodged to the left, holding the Halberd in the arm on his left side, and swung up as he dodged, nailing Green in the side.
Green made a slight 'urk' sound as the ax blade sliced into his side. He looked down at Smith in a look of fiery anger as his mouth leaked blood. Smith pointed the barrel of his instrument of destruction at the head of the enemy Agent, at the head of his 'son'.
Back at the computer room, Prometheus smirked and then clapped his hands together.
"And now for my greatest trick, I will make an entire Château disappear!" He said, as he slammed his finger down on the enter key.
Smith felt an incredible pain as the world went to that all familiar green. He felt bolts of what were like lightning blast through his body. Green felt the same. The Halberd exploded into millions of bits of code, but yet Green and Smith still stayed in the same position. They transformed into bits of code, along with everything on the Château, and suddenly, his entire world went black.
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It was happening again. More blurs and shadows. Smith slowly sat up.
"Heh....looks like you didn't win, Smith..." Said a voice. Smith's eyes blinked rapidly, as dozens of blobs of all kinds of objects swirled around in his eyes. He felt like he had been burnt, yet he was numb to everything but the burn. He swung his hands around. Everything was in slow motion. He felt sick, he felt like he was going to die. For all he knew, he was. He fell out of the bed with a loud thump.
"Confused? You should be. I barely knew what it was for myself until the long five hours I had to endure. You snore horribly, you know that?"
Green, was he still alive?! Smith pulled out his Desert Eagle...he still had it?! He aimed it around at the blobs, one of them could have been Green, and he was not sure.
Suddenly, one of the blobs started moving.
"God-damnit! Of all the prisons I had to have been sent to, you're the worst...Yes, Smith. You're dreaming. A Re-routing of your synapses through manipulation, by me....."
"How.....why....?" Smith said groggily.
"The transfer....something happened, something...unique...horribly unique...but unique none the less......Smith....we....we are one!"
Smith shook his head. This was ridiculous. Green, a parasite?
"Damn you Smith! If only I could understand why, what happened."
"The mainframe...does have a sick sense of humor....." Said Smith, as he raised his pistol at the face of Green.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger....but you loose yourself too.....Do you want to die, Smith? Do you want to cease to exist?" Smith fell silent, putting the pistol down.
"I thought so.....and I am far, FAR, from a parasite Smith....consider this....Symbiosis....we are the same, we are one being now Smith...there is no way to undo what has been done, accept it, accept your fate!"
"No.....n....no!"
"God-damnit Smith! Accept your fate! Accept who you are! Accept your role! You are Exile Smith!"
Smith grabbed his own head and screamed. "NOOOOO!!!!!!" He said, as he fell to his knees in the blurry an slow-motion world.
"You're pathetic! Do you see now why I wanted to destroy you?! It was for honor, Smith, my honor! Now that is destroyed, I am an exile, I am honorless! Don't you see?" Green said, as he walked over to Smith.
"It's a dream...its all...a dream..."
"One from which you will never wake up from....this is a compound, a layer of lies, built over a foundation of deceit...we are being lied to....Smith...."
"Lied....to?"
"Don't you see, Smith?! They are all manipulating us, it is so clear to me now! The Merovingian, the Mainframe, each other! We are nothing more than pawns. Albeit, powerful pawns, but pawns none the less!" Green said, holding up his hand.
"Do you have any idea...what would happen if there was a rebellion?! Not among the humans, but among us, the machines! The two of us can make a new order....a new world!"
Smith stood up and made a sound similar to a roar. "How dare you speak of pawns! You're trying to use me to further your own schemes!"
"YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!" Screamed Green.
"I am free!"
"Are you listening to the mindless babble of that pompous bastard?! You will never be free, Smith, no-one will ever be truly free, unless you are at the top!" Said Green, as he bent to Smith's level.
"Join me, Smith....join me...and rule this world of lies.....and the world beyond....."
Smith awoke with a start, and looked up into the barrel of a silenced automatic pistol.
Smith grabbed the gun, and attempted to punch the man in the gut. He suddenly felt his hand enter the man, but nothing was felt. Smith watched as some black substance spread around the man's gut. Smith couldn't pull his hand out, like sticking your hand in a power vacuum.
The man struggled too, but was convulsing. Before it swallowed him up, Smith saw that the man was one of the guards of the Merovingian.
Smith, confused, rushed forward and out, not caring to bother wondering what happened to the man.
'Isn't it glorious?! The power you-WE-posses! Do you have any idea what I just did??' Shouted out the voice of Green in his head. Smith growled and carried on. He held the Silenced 9MM USP in his hand as he marched down the hall, opening the door and aiming at the Merovingian, the first thing he saw.
What he didn't see, were the twenty or so armed guards around him. The Merovingian pulled out his own pistol and growled.
"What is the meaning of this Smith!? Have you lost your mind?!"
"You bastard....." Was all Smith could say. He was in such anger, that is all he could think about. He watched as the Merovingian aimed the pistol at his head.
"How dare you!! You backstabbing bastard!"
"I could say the same of you...." Said Smith.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"Do you think im a fool?! You know what I am talking about...." Said Smith, as the guards shifted a bit to get more comfortable with the aim they would use to kill him.
"The man, with the pistol, in the bedroom. He was there to kill me...."
The Merovingian was caught, like a child with a cookie jar with bits and pieces of crumb on him.
'Kill him Smith....you know you can...' said Green. Smith was feeling schizophrenic. He shook his head and then looked at the Mero.
"Smith, you're a danger. As I said, you're a rabid dog. You need to be put down!" Screamed the Mero. Smith heard pistols clicking and swung the pistol into the side of the head of one of the guards.
The guard was surprised, to say the least. He blinked rapidly before Smith swung around behind him and braced himself.
A dozen guns firing anywhere from 12 to 18 bullets unleashed their deadly payload onto the exile. The exile made a gasp as the programmed bullets tore into his body. Red clouds shot up out of him as a hundred holes punctured his body. Smith tossed him to the floor, but not before grabbing the program's pistol and firing at his rivals.
Suddenly, Smith felt it. The pang of pain that resonated through him as one is shot in the arm. He looked up at his attackers.
"No....I finish the job..." Said the Merovingian, as he pointed the pistol down at him.
"I have survived too much for you to be able to kill me Smith. Bon Voyage. Give my regards to t-"He didn't get to finish. A DE .50 round tore through his side, as he fell screaming to the ground.
There in the door way stood another Smith, missing an ear-piece. The 'Psuedo-Smith' pulled out his pistol and did coordinated head-shots on eight of the guards' heads, soon tossing the pistol away and grabbing one of the shocked guards. The Psuedo-Smith grabbed the poor man's head and tossed him to a pillar that held up a second floor. The room, as Smith just had time to notice, was a library.
The Psuedo-Smith then grabbed a second shocked guard by the leg and swung him at a third guard who got over it and was aiming his weapon at Smith. Smith let them both propel each other into a book case.
The Mero stood up, and the rest of the guards fled. He growled as he retreated.
"Vigen! Vigen, help! Get in here now!" The Mero said, not expecting two Smiths.
"What the hell is going on...?" Smith muttered. Green felt compelled to ansewer.
"Our power.....it can spread.....you are no longer Exile Smith.....you are now Virus Smith.....with this power, we could destroy anything! I re-wrote the code of the guard...he is a perfect copy of you....taking over a body, much like your agent days....eh Smith? It's crude, but it works..."
Suddenly, the door kicked open, and in stepped Vigen. He immediately sprayed flame at Smith with a World War 2-esque flame-thrower, laughing as the flames washed over the Psuedo-Smith.
The real Smith dived out of the way, but the Psuedo-Smith fell to his knees and lay burning away on the floor.
"YEEESSS! I killed him! I killed the son-of-a-bitch! Haha! Who is the man, who is the man?!" He said, gloating at his victory. Smith smirked and sneakily got behind a pillar that held up the second floor. He then held out his foot. Vigen was in mid victory lap when he suddenly tripped and fell to the floor with an 'oop!' sound. He landed face first.
Smith smirked and aimed his USP down at the tanks on Vigen's back.
"I wonder, will you make the same sound as a rocket?" Smith said, as he fired at the tanks. He let go with his foot, and the tanks exploded, only enough to send Vigen into the air a few feet. Smith blinked a bit.
'Crush him, Smith! Like a Cockroach!' Screamed Green. Smith was seeing Green's psychotic personality. Smith growled and then screamed as he swung the book-case down on the half-dead Vigen.
There was a crushing sound, followed by involuntary twitching from the feet. Smith stepped on the book case and then was about to walk out the door, when he heard it.
The sounds of feet running down the hall from the door he used to come into the room.
Behind the door, armed men, holding automatic weapons of all kinds, Uzi's, Valmets, Galil's, Kalishnikov's, M16's, Thompson's, the works. They all aimed at the door to the room Smith was behind as Smith rushed out the door.
There was a sudden explosion of timber as the door was shot through. Smith continued to hold the wounded arm as he decided to go through a door.
It lead to the Maintenance Hallway. Smith gasped a bit and slammed the door with his foot, locking it.
And then, he fell to the floor, onto his back. He gasped as the cold floor hit his back, and the fluorescent light hit his face. He gasped a bit and closed his eyes.
"Smith, lets go, they might get here any minute...."
But he didn't care. He gasped and decided to give himself this rest. He needed it. He wore what he wore since the government building attack. This scene seemed so familiar. He stank, his body ached, and he wanted to throw up. He didn't though, not this time.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time in days, the inky blackness of un-interrupted sleep slowly carried him away, until he would awake again...
(Hey! Remember what I said, I can't continue unless I get more reviews! C'mon, if you liked it, review it! I want to continue it; I want to know how the stories end makes you feel. C'mon, we are at least half way through, it isn't a big story.)