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As the fleet prepares to jump out-system, Admiral Tykeal takes a few minutes to relax and congratulate himself on accomplishing his mission.
With Taskmaster secured, the Gleeptoidians will have unlimited access to human genetics for research purposes. Tykeal revels in his own cleverness for choosing such an excellent specimen, as he is sure to provide the crew with plenty of "entertainment" on the long trip home.
The vessels engage their hyperdrive motivators and flash out of our dimension. No trace remains of the aliens or their secret mission.
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"And you're sure this device will work?" asks the man with the cigarette.
"Absolutely, sir. It's been tested before - we used it on monkeys. That's what he worked with before he gained access to Taskmaster for cloning purposes." The techie-henchman responds.
"Activate."
The techie-henchman throws a massive switch. Two massive electrodes cast blazing blue lightning bolts into the center of the room. After several seconds of elaborate computer-assisted animation, a portal begins forming.
Unfortunately, neither the smoking man nor his squad of henchmen have noticed the dark shadow that is slinking towards them even as they watch the inter-dimensional portal open.
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"Damn, what's taking the old bastard so long?" CHRYSt stands on the other side of the portal in anticipation.
*CHRYSt paces back and forth as only evil overlords can.
Suddenly, a small explosion of gibs bursts through the portal.
CHRYSt cannot recognize the thoroughly hollowpointed face of the dead man, but the stub of cigarette in his mouth is an instant giveaway.
The corpse holds in it's hand a CD case.....also neatly shot to pieces.
The portal collapses. No doubt the device on the other side is destroyed. Taskmaster is gone. The genetic research material is gone. All available sources have been eliminated. Another Ultimate Goal of World Domination(TM) is ruined.
"Ah well.....I don't need Taskmaster ro take over the world. After all, I still have unlimited resources of monkeys to experiment with!
"And besides", he chuckles, "no big deal about losing access to the portal. I'll be back soon. I'm evil. Thay can count on me returning. Soon, I will hold the advantages for myself once again!!"
*CHRYSt laughs diabolically*
*scene fades out as CHRYSt is laughing*
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In one of many of the small residential areas around the massive industrial complexes, a beat-up Chevy Suburban sits on the street.
Satisfaction, beams the Wolf as he loads several black suitcases into the back. The payoff of yet another accomplished mission.
Morety asks him what he plans to do next. Though they have been on opposite sides, Wolf has respect for this guy and thinks he's pretty cool, in an electric meat sort of way.
"After this wild ride? Right now I'm going home to sunny San Diego. After that, there's plenty more contracts available. I'm really glad to be done with this, as people were beginning to misinterpret me - they thought I was evil or something. I just work for myself, that's all."
"Guess I'll be seeing you around, then." says Morety.
"Oh, you will," says the Wolf. "But not the way you think you're going to."
"Hey! what the - " Morety's voice is cut off as Wolf injects him with a strange chemical.
"What did you do? I feel woozy...."
"Heheheh. This is a much more physiologically friendly way of erasing people's memories. Selected ones, to be exact. It removes them unconsciously, without harming one's conscious mind. None of that Hollywood stuff about people going through agonizing pain or any of that stuff."
"Hey...." says Morety. "I just remembered, I've got a hockey game tonight. I've got to get out of here."
"That's right," Wolf says. "You'll go back to doing what you're used to. Eventually, your conscious mind will be affected..... much like rebooting a computer. You'll probably doze off on your flight back. But you'll remember none of this - my role in this mission, anyways.....
This formula works so well, I can tell you that there are many government, military and certain other factions that think they've got their hands on the real Taskmaster right now. But all they have are clones - genetically malformed to prevent further cloning - the clones' minds are severly damaged if cloning is attempted. The clones these people have have also been chemically engineered to broadcast the same formula that will erase their memories as well. In fact, I used it on the real Taskmaster, who's probably waking up in class right now, wondering what he just experienced. When you regain consciousness, you'll think of this as nothing but a dream.....or say...a great story that was posted on a forum on the Internet somewhere......"
"Anyways..... I must move on now."
Wolf climbs into the Suburban and kicks the big 454ci V8 into life. The old truck roars its way out of Long Beach like a bat out of hell, with Wolf listening to the Grateful Dead on the long trip home.
-Wolf Blackstar
"A chainsaw! find some meat!"
PuF: Bring on the pain!
Our hearts go out to
Prophetus. God bless you, we wish you the best.
[This message has been edited by Wolf Blackstar (edited 05-03-2000).]
