AN: I am still alive! Drowning in my statistics class a touch this quarter, but I only have to get a C in that one, Thank God. Here's another chapter. This went through several incarnations, some being radically different than this, but I hope you enjoy it. Go see V for Vendetta, there are complimentary themes. :D
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A man sat in front of a bank of monitors, the room darkened and his only source of light was the grey flickering that came from the screens and other equipment in the room. A small, unobtrusive alarm sounded and he looked over at a light. Subject 84 is on the move.
His partner looked up from the magazine he was reading. Really? Wheres he going?
Not sure yet. Looks like hes heading for the freeway. What was his activity today? The pudgy bald mans heart started beating faster, maybe this was the break he was looking for.
His partner, a lean man in a nearly identical black suit slid over to a computer, pulling up some information with only a few easy keystrokes. He was out at a Wal-Mart on 164th earlier today, thats about all.
The pudgy man sighed, Looks like he forgot to get something, hes heading back there.
At this hour of the morning? The lean man questioned half-heartedly.
He probably does just need to get something before he goes in for work. We can watch though, but youre probably right about - He was cut off as the quiet alarm rang again. Ooo! 43 is out too!
I bet hes going to that interns house, both men laughed and their minds were temporarily taken off of Subject 84.
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Shana drove quickly to the place where she was supposed to meet the Memo from her letter. Something niggled at the back of her mind as being vaguely familiar, but she couldnt put her finger on what exactly. It wasnt giving her a bad feeling, so for now, she kept with her plan.
When she arrived at the Wal-Mart, she took a few passes first around the block, then the parking lot, looking for anything unusual, scouting for snipers or anything else that might indicate that this was a Cobra trap. After a half hour, she had reasonably assured herself that the situation was safe and she parked her jeep.
She walked into the store, not knowing exactly who she was going to meet, still wanting to scope out the situation a bit. She made a lap around the outer aisles of the store, looking for anything suspicious or any sign that someone was following her. As she moved by the front service counter, she heard a womans voice call out to her.
Diane? The womans hesitant and surprised voice sent a shock through Shanas spine. Diane was the la...More Cartoon Sex Stories...