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Scaleskin
Scaleskin

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PHQ-Nickname:
Scaleskin

Halfquake:
Realms of Draconis

Level:
50

Total kills:
10,969,221

Birthday:
May 13th 1987

The Next Victim

Mood:dead
Type:Story
Added:September 25th 2003, 21:37:23
Visits:1300
Series:[ Halfquake Amen: the story. ]
Rating:Not rated yet.

In the central investigation office of the special forces section of the police headquarters, Captain Alex Viper watched the surveillance video. The Office Commander spoke. "Viper, this tape shows Tom entering the office of the science compound. According to his friend who came forward after his disappearance, he had arranged an interview with Mr. Murther who runs the cloning labs. He was planning to get a job in the deliveries section as he did not have the required qualifications to get any better jobs, and the pay that was advertised was quite high, higher than what you would expect for a science facility."

The video ended and Alex turned it off. "And he was not spotted leaving the facility?"

"Nope."

Alex went to leave. "One more thing Viper." Alex turned back to the Office Commander. "This Murther person, he must be considered quite dangerous. Be cautious."

"Yes sir."



In the lab, Alex went up to the receptionist and showed his special ops badge. The receptionist got up. "Right, what can do for you officer?" Alex looked around on the desk at the pictures on it. Most showed black and white images. "Simple. I need to speak to whoever is in charge of security and look at a few surveillance videos. Also, a man came in here two days ago for an interview, Mr. Tom Graithase. Did you see him leave?"

"I spoke to him when he entered, but they tend to leave through a different door after an interview. Speak to the back door security officer."

"I will."

The receptionist spoke into the microphone. "Mr. Murther, a special officer is o his way up to the security office."

Alex searched the shelves for the video he was after. He found the one for Murther's office at the correct time. He inserted it into the machine and pressed play. "Excuse me, but you are not supposed to be here I believe." A security officer had entered the office. Alex flashed his badge. "Actually, I am." The security officer stood by the door. "In that case, I will wait right here." Alex watched the video, then turned to the security officer. "I must speak to Murther. NOW."

The security officer opened the door to Murther's office. Murther was waiting. "You let him see the tape? Idiot. JM, put him down as a victim." The man standing at the door escorted the security officer out. "Now, Mr. Viper, or Alex. You have no doubt seen it. Yes. I am the person responsible for the deaths in Halfquake. A new institute, Halfquake: Amen has been built as Halfquake has begun to lose interest. You appear to be quite resourceful. I have considered sparing your life, on one condition." Murther handed Alex some papers.

"The only employees in Halfquake: Amen are me, MS, BJ, and JM, and of course the slaves. Our first victim in this institute who's death will be shown on TV would be Tom. You will be our second, unless you begin to work for us. I have a place on the sadistic plains where you could be quite useful, once you have learned some sadism of course. Do you accept the job?"

Alex looked at the pictures from Halfquake: Amen. He then threw them onto the desk. "This Halfquake: Amen place looks odd, but I am afraid I am against the original halfquake, and against this one as well. I cannot accept your offer."

MS entered the room. Murther spoke. "Too bad Alex. You would have made a great employee, but, I guess your skills will provide some entertainment for our faithful viewers and employees."

MS injected Alex with a sedative and dragged his unconscious body through a door.


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