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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 17:40:08 GMT -5
Inside the clinic, Cryer shoved past Dr. Roden and another patient, knocking both of them aside and sending some papers Roden was holding flying. Turning, Cryer saw Bucky appear in the doorway, aimed with his maser, and fired. He missed by a mile, the blast hitting the wall across the hall behind bucky.
"Frell!" he cursed, looking desperately around at all the doors. One of them had to lead to an exit. He chose one at random, a set of double doors, and charged through through them despite the doctor's protests. The doors swung shut behind Cryer. He'd been so panicked he didn't notice the small sign on the door: "Viral Pathology."
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 17:51:57 GMT -5
Bucky saw Cryer enter the Viral Pathology room. He grabs Dr. Roden forcefully.
"Is there any other exit to that room?", Bucky asked.
"N-no it's a sealed lab...", replies the Lemming, "It's full of deadly viruses so it's designed to be easily quarintined".
Bucky is already running away before Roden has finished, bursting into the laboratory that Cryer was lurking in.
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 18:02:52 GMT -5
Upon bursting through the doors Cryer found himself in a small, sterile-looking laboratory with green walls and a tiled floor. The only things in the room aside from a small desk were rows and rows of floor-to-ceiling metal shelves lined with beakers, flasks, and test tubes, all sealed and carefully labelled.
But it was the sign that caught Cryer's eye and made him stop in his tracks. Directly ahead of him, on the otherwise bare wall at the other end of the room opposite the doors, was a large, yellow sign that said, in bold black letters: "Warning! Biohazard!" Cryer's eyes darted left and he saw what the labels on the various containers said: "Anthrax." "Crimson Fever." "Bubonic Plague." His eyes darted right. "Toxus Fever." "Common Cold." "A.I.D.s." "Motaba Virus."
"Oh..." Cryer managed to say, breaking out into a cold sweat. Had Bucky not burst through the doors behind him Cryer would've continued standing there where he was, paralyzed with germophobic terror. As it happened, though, upon hearing the doors open the skinny hare spun with a gasp of surprise.
He began backing away from Bucky, gritting his teeth and aiming the guard's maser pistol. "Let me out of here!" he demanded, the maser shaking in his grip. "All these viruses and bacteria! I-I could... I could be... infected!"
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 18:26:16 GMT -5
* Bucky raises his own pistol at Cryer and they face each other in a mexican stand off. *
"Yeah that's extremely likely, Cryer", says Bucky, "In fact one shattered phial could kill both of us within minutes".
Bucky moves forward slowly and reaches towards a shelf, still aiming at Cryer, and grabs a beaker.
"Take this one for example", says Bucky as he holds the container, "A neurotropic virus, very painful and very deadly [dangles container with one hand] An interesting thing this little critter, it'll attack your nervous system first; leaving you no control over your body as you convulse in agony".
Bucky raises the phial between two fingers, dangling it precariously.
"Once our friend here gets airborne no immune system in the aniverse can prevent it doing it's job", taunts Bucky, "And the only known cure... is death!".
He shakes the bottle from side to side almost absent mindedly.
"Put that gun down and we won't have to see a demonstration first hand", says Bucky, "You're trapped in here, with the scene you caused outside back-up will be here any second and if you attack me this container will smash".
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 18:33:11 GMT -5
"Put that back!" Cryer shrieks, visibly shaking, back away further until his back was pressed against the wall underneath the big warning sign.
As Bucky described the effects of whatever horrible disease was in the vial in his hand, Cryer's eyes widened so much they looked about to pop right out of their sockets, sweat pouring off him.
"Y-you wouldn't kill yourself just to get me!" Cryer challenged, calling Bucky's bluff, albeit weakly, and his hands holding the maser were shaking so badly that it was painfully obvious he couldn't hit Bucky even at this range if he tried. "You wouldn't risk the disease getting out and infecting the whole planet!"
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 18:38:08 GMT -5
* Bucky laughs loudly to unnerve Cryer even further *
"My life is of secondary importance when intergalactic security is at stake", says Bucky, "And I was assured that this room is completely contained... it's just you and me, and a thin layer of glass seperating us from certain death".
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 18:42:09 GMT -5
Cryer's trigger finger flexed. He debated firing at Bucky. Most in his position would likely decide they had nothing to lose, and go out in a blaze of glory, taking the hero with him. Not Bartholomew Cryer.
Unlike Bucky, in Cryer's mind, his own life was all that mattered. And he realized then that Bucky was being serious, and that the only way he could even hope to survive this was to surrender. Slowly, he lowered the maser pistol. It fell from his hands and clatterd harmlessly to the floor.
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 18:52:38 GMT -5
* Bucky slowly sets the container down *
"Okay kick the gun to me... now turn around, hands behind your head and interlock your fingers", orders Bucky.
When Cryer complies Bucky moves over toward him, gun still raised, and kicks him in the back of the knee - knocking him to his knees and pressing the pistol barrel sharply into the back of his head.
"Now you're going to tell me who set you up to this and where I can find them", states Bucky, "If you try to protect your associates then I will expose you to some of these viruses".
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 18:58:09 GMT -5
Cryer obeyed, looking down at the gun and kicking it over. it slid across the tiled floor and came to a halt at Bucky's feet. Then, trembling, he turned and faced the wall, his hands behind his head.
Then with a startled yelp of pain the skinny hare fell to his knees, and froze as he felt the barrel of the gun pressed against the back of his head. He began to sob. "Please," he begged, "please don't kill me... it was Sludge... W-Wing Commander Sludge..."
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 19:10:20 GMT -5
* Bucky presses the barrel down harder *
"Never heard of him", snaps Bucky, "I need more information. Where can I find him? How did you meet him? I want the names of any accomplices, any more traitors!".
He swings the pistol to the right of Cryer's head and fires a shot into the floor.
"TALK CRYER!", shouts Bucky, "TELL ME WHILE I'M STILL WILLING TO LISTEN!".
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 19:16:45 GMT -5
"H-he's the airman who led the assault that captured the Warren space station," Cryer said, trembling in fear. "I know nothing else about him, I swear! H-he paid me and Rusk to shut down the planetary defenses so the toads could invade."
"Aahhhh!!!" he screamed as Bucky fired the shot way too close for comfort. It was a miracle he managed to keep control of his bowels. "Ah, please! He's on Toxus I! I-I met him while I was in a toad slave camp on Burgos III! H-he and that sadistic fool Glutgrave, they got me to work for them."
There was a pause as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "I only know of two other spies besides myself and Rusk. Emily Stirling and, uh, R-Renfield Billings."
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 19:30:23 GMT -5
* Bucky lowers the pistol and steps back. He can't believe what he's just heard... not only is this grovelling slimeball the reason his homeworld is yet again occupied by the Toads, but a Hare he'd trusted and believed really was a traitor *
"I should kill you Cryer... but even death's too good for you!", snarls Bucky and he turns for the exit, using most of his mental strength to restrain from whirling around and burning a hole right through Cryer's treacherous skull. The local law enforcement enter the room as Bucky nears the exit and he simply ignores them, letting them move straight to Cryer. He has greater things on his mind. For frell's sake, why are most of the traitors he's ever met Hares?
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 19:37:20 GMT -5
Cryer could only whimper and sob, flinching at Bucky's words. He didn't need this. But deep down, somehow, he knew he deserved this. "B-Billings," he said, "h-he's not just a spy for the toads... h-he is a toad!"
He didn't resist as the guards came in to arrest him. His career, both as a spy for the toads and an engineer for S.P.A.C.E. was over. The most he could hope for now was that they'd give him life in prison rather than executing him.
As Bucky walked away and the guards surrounded him, Cryer could only think to say one thing. "I'm sorry..."
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 19:47:09 GMT -5
* Bucky was puzzled by Cryer's statement - "He is a Toad"? When he heard apology he hesistated at the door... "I bet you're sorry", thought Bucky, "Sorry you were caught...". He pushed the door open and left Cryer to his fate. He had a new objective now, something more important *
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 20:00:43 GMT -5
Cryer has handcuffed by the guards, who hoisted him to his feet and carried him from the Viral Pathology Lab, his head hung shamefully. It was all over for him, he knew it. And he hadn't the self-respect not to cry, bawling like an infant all the way to the holding cells, thoroughly humiliating himself. Deep down, though, part of him was glad to get out of that roomful of germs.
TBCB Anybody
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TBCA Holding Cells
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