apple,
nibbling away from the inside out until all the goodness was gone; or he
over-gorged himself and died in the process.
“Shit.”
“What’s the matter?” rumbled
Zanz.
“Just thinking about Jones.”
“Don’t mention that bastard to
me. We should have dealt with him sooner. We shouldn’t have let him run.”
Jenny nodded. She understood. He knew too much. And Jones was the sort of man likely to wage a vendetta against
their unit. She corrected herself. Against her. She knew his type.
They watched the Reprocessing
Plant, and Jenny studied its lines for the thousandth time. She had the plans
stored in her head; every corridor, every level, every staircase, every vat,
every press, every blast chamber. All of it. As a team they’d gone over the
maps time and time again until they knew it like their own bedchambers. They’d
built a model in a rented cellar, and sat around drinking coffee and smoking
and playing out scenarios with tiny holographic figures. Tommy Tom™ holographic
action figures, in 7D! The most played with Tommy Tom™ toy in the Quad-Galaxy!
TommyTom™ was guaranteed to give your little Tom decades of endless fun.
Some of the guys in Impurity5 thought it was highly amusing to be using
TommyTom™ to plan out their destruction of a fake reprocessing plant; a factory
that was an integral player in the pollution of the world known as
Toxicity.
Jenny didn’t find the TommyTom™
so funny. The name Tom always reminded her of her dad.
And that was a bad place to be.
“They’re coming out,” said Randy,
and Jenny got behind her Long Lens. The iron gates opened smoothly and the
first of the Super Tankers, bobbing on air suspension, poked its long black
snout from the factory and began to emerge - as Sick Note so inelegantly put it
- like a turd from a pipe.
They watched the tankers. Jenny
took more pics on her cube.
Evidence. Right there before her.
“See it?” she said, turning to
Randy.
“I just see a whole load of
tankers rolling out after delivering their loads for reprocessing. What’s there
to see? We can’t justify this det, Jenny. They’ll crucify us in the papes and
on ggg!”
Jenny and Zanzibar exchanged
glances. “Do you want to tell him, or shall I?”
“You do it,” rumbled Zanzibar,
and gave a broad grin showing yellow teeth.
“Look at the ride height,” said
Jenny.
Randy squinted. “Looks the same
to me.”
“Compare the images.” She showed
him on the Long Lens cam monitor. Randy licked his lips.
“They’re lower on their
suspension coming out.”
“Which means?”
“They entered empty, filled up,
and now they’re going somewhere to dump the shit.”
“Good boy.”
Randy shrugged. “My skills lie
in, shall we say, other areas.” He gave her a wink, and she laughed.
“You have tenacity, my friend.”
“Better believe it. So what now?”
Zanzibar stood, and stretched his
mighty shoulders. “It’s time for action,” he said.
~ * ~
IMPURITY5
HAD SPLIT into two groups. Jenny, alongside Randy, Sick Note and Flizz, would
hit the Reprocessing Plant; and Zanzibar, with Meat Cleaver, Bull and Nanny,
would attack the Super Tankers. They would co-ordinate attacks to detonate at
the same time, whilst making sure the print and ggg media found out real fast
so they could get reporters on the job and to the gig and putting down
Greenstar’s lying ways for good.
The two groups spent the next
twenty-four hours planning infil, det and exfil, and cross-referencing plans
and data, checking weapons, and analysing Randy’s incredibly brilliant new
bombs. Both Jenny and Zanzibar had never seen anything quite like the tiny
machines. Randy said they were based on alien tech, but more than that he would
not say. He’d tap his nose with his finger, smile, and try and get a kiss from
Jenny.
Finally, they were ready. One of
the scouts had
nibbling away from the inside out until all the goodness was gone; or he
over-gorged himself and died in the process.
“Shit.”
“What’s the matter?” rumbled
Zanz.
“Just thinking about Jones.”
“Don’t mention that bastard to
me. We should have dealt with him sooner. We shouldn’t have let him run.”
Jenny nodded. She understood. He knew too much. And Jones was the sort of man likely to wage a vendetta against
their unit. She corrected herself. Against her. She knew his type.
They watched the Reprocessing
Plant, and Jenny studied its lines for the thousandth time. She had the plans
stored in her head; every corridor, every level, every staircase, every vat,
every press, every blast chamber. All of it. As a team they’d gone over the
maps time and time again until they knew it like their own bedchambers. They’d
built a model in a rented cellar, and sat around drinking coffee and smoking
and playing out scenarios with tiny holographic figures. Tommy Tom™ holographic
action figures, in 7D! The most played with Tommy Tom™ toy in the Quad-Galaxy!
TommyTom™ was guaranteed to give your little Tom decades of endless fun.
Some of the guys in Impurity5 thought it was highly amusing to be using
TommyTom™ to plan out their destruction of a fake reprocessing plant; a factory
that was an integral player in the pollution of the world known as
Toxicity.
Jenny didn’t find the TommyTom™
so funny. The name Tom always reminded her of her dad.
And that was a bad place to be.
“They’re coming out,” said Randy,
and Jenny got behind her Long Lens. The iron gates opened smoothly and the
first of the Super Tankers, bobbing on air suspension, poked its long black
snout from the factory and began to emerge - as Sick Note so inelegantly put it
- like a turd from a pipe.
They watched the tankers. Jenny
took more pics on her cube.
Evidence. Right there before her.
“See it?” she said, turning to
Randy.
“I just see a whole load of
tankers rolling out after delivering their loads for reprocessing. What’s there
to see? We can’t justify this det, Jenny. They’ll crucify us in the papes and
on ggg!”
Jenny and Zanzibar exchanged
glances. “Do you want to tell him, or shall I?”
“You do it,” rumbled Zanzibar,
and gave a broad grin showing yellow teeth.
“Look at the ride height,” said
Jenny.
Randy squinted. “Looks the same
to me.”
“Compare the images.” She showed
him on the Long Lens cam monitor. Randy licked his lips.
“They’re lower on their
suspension coming out.”
“Which means?”
“They entered empty, filled up,
and now they’re going somewhere to dump the shit.”
“Good boy.”
Randy shrugged. “My skills lie
in, shall we say, other areas.” He gave her a wink, and she laughed.
“You have tenacity, my friend.”
“Better believe it. So what now?”
Zanzibar stood, and stretched his
mighty shoulders. “It’s time for action,” he said.
~ * ~
IMPURITY5
HAD SPLIT into two groups. Jenny, alongside Randy, Sick Note and Flizz, would
hit the Reprocessing Plant; and Zanzibar, with Meat Cleaver, Bull and Nanny,
would attack the Super Tankers. They would co-ordinate attacks to detonate at
the same time, whilst making sure the print and ggg media found out real fast
so they could get reporters on the job and to the gig and putting down
Greenstar’s lying ways for good.
The two groups spent the next
twenty-four hours planning infil, det and exfil, and cross-referencing plans
and data, checking weapons, and analysing Randy’s incredibly brilliant new
bombs. Both Jenny and Zanzibar had never seen anything quite like the tiny
machines. Randy said they were based on alien tech, but more than that he would
not say. He’d tap his nose with his finger, smile, and try and get a kiss from
Jenny.
Finally, they were ready. One of
the scouts had
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