Re: Pancake plants a bomb

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--- In Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, SMAndy <andyjones85@...> wrote:
>
> Amber's not going to die. Also, we already know it was you and not him,
> because you essentially admitted to doing it.
>
> he got himself arrested, because he's the one that wrote it.
>
> On 15 August 2011 09:17, Not Sure <edgeofreallity@...> wrote:
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> > **
> >
> >
> > Yeah, but, hell, I got him arrested!! I may be indirectly responsible for
> > Amber's death!!
> >
> > --- On *Mon, 8/15/11, SMAndy <andyjones85@...>* wrote:
> >
> >
> > From: SMAndy <andyjones85@...>
> > Subject: Re: [Blue_Dwarf] Re: Pancake plants a bomb
> > To: Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
> > Date: Monday, August 15, 2011, 6:41 AM
> >
> >
> >
> > Tell me about it. We tried to give him a chance to join our side... but
> > never mind. I have a plan here.
> >
> > On 14 August 2011 22:54, Not Sure <edgeofreallity@...<http://mc/compose?to=edgeofreallity@...>
> > > wrote:
> >
> > **
> >
> >
> > Oh, whoops. Didn't see that coming...
> >
> >
> > --- In Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com<http://mc/compose?to=Blue_Dwarf%40yahoogroups.com>,
> > "Henrypote" <henry_pote_ma@> wrote:
> > >
> > > Who: Justin Pancake + Kara McGellan
> > > Where: Parrotts bar
> > > When: The morning after my last post, before the staff meeting
> > >
> > > <snip>
> > > Davie punched him across the cheek, knocking him to the floor. "What the
> > smeg was that for?!" asked just quickly as he used a barstool as leverage to
> > pull himself up. "That," said Davie, "is for betraying us to the JMC! And
> > this," said Davie, kneeing him in his groin, which was still sore from when
> > Rosette and Amber had given him a beating underneath Seymour's apartment,
> > "was for pointing a Bazookoid at me when you gassed the Flight Deck!" Davie
> > lifted him up and sat him back on his stool.
> > >
> > > "Now," he began, looking Justin right in the eyes so that his point would
> > sink in, "go against us again, and I'll cut you prick off you diseased
> > rhinoceros pizzle!"
> > > <end snip>
> > >
> > > Justin pressed the ice against his cheek to reduce the swelling. "Bloody
> > smeghead." He murmered to himself, and moved seats to make sure Davie
> > couldn't see him from where he was sat. "I was only following orders. " He
> > was still muttering to himself when Kara McGellan sat down, looking radiant
> > in casual shirt and jeans, with her holographic cleavage peeking out between
> > buttons. Even this didn't distract Justin.
> > > "Since when did turning on your employer become something I was expected
> > to do?" He said.
> > > Kara stroked his hand and it made him look up, and smile. "You ditched
> > the JMC uniform then?" He asked.
> > > "I daren't wear it. Security have been arresting anyone for showing any
> > kind of allegiance to the JMC." She paused. "It's a shame my entire body
> > belongs to the JMC, but luckily I can change the desktop background."
> > > Justin raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. "And what a desktop
> > background it is!"
> > > "I keep our employer's logo close to my heart though" she said, showing
> > him a necklace with the familiar JMC mountains, and poked it back down
> > through her shirt where it rested between her bosoms.
> > > "So what did you want to meet me here for? You don't even eat breakfast!"
> > Justin asked, finally putting the ice pack down when a plate of hash browns
> > and fried eggs arrived.
> > > "I have a job for you." Said Kara. It sounded sinister, even in her sweet
> > Scottish accent.
> > > She leaned over and placed a grey object with the diameter of a coffee
> > mug on Justin's forehead, where it stuck firmly.
> > > "What the smeg is this?" Justin said, touching the device but leaving it
> > attached.
> > > "It's a bomb."
> > > "WHAT?!" Justin ripped it off his skin and threw it under the table. "Are
> > you serious?! Why are you giving me a bomb?"
> > > "Hey, don't worry. It won't go off until a very specific time. I want you
> > to place this underneath Captain Amber's chair in the Drive Room."
> > > "What? No way!" Justin said. "That's where I work."
> > > "Justin, we are the resistance now. We have to fight back. Amber has
> > illegally stolen this ship from the JMC..."
> > > "Yeah, I was thinking about that..." Justin said. "It's not actually so
> > bad..."
> > > Kara slammed the table in front of them with her palms. "Justin! Don't
> > lose sight of what's right. The JMC are our true employer, I'm not going to
> > let rebels take control of this ship!"
> > > "Err... but they've already won. It's over." Justin said with a shrug.
> > "And there's rumours I'm going to be promoted..."
> > > "Amber doesn't have any authority to promote you! And of course it's not
> > over! I sent a coded message to the JMC last night and told them our
> > position. They're sending a warship right now, we have to kill Amber so that
> > Captain Castillo can take control again."
> > > Justin squirmed in his chair. "Her again?"
> > > Kara nodded. "Yes. What do you think she'd say when you tell her you
> > prefer to work with the rebels. She's probably kill you, or cut off your
> > hands... or worse."
> > > Justin had a flashback to cutting the bollocks off the Govines, and
> > crossed his legs.
> > > "Okay, I'll do it."
> > > He took the bomb and headed to the Drive room to start his shift.
> > >
> > > ---------------------
> > > Who: Justin
> > > Where: Drive Room and Captain's office
> > >
> > > Justin strolled into the Drive room, whistling to himself, looking only
> > slightly suspicious. He looked around, and saw that nobody was there.
> > Everyone must have already gone into the staff meeting that Amber had
> > called.
> > >
> > > He peered his head through the Captain's office and saw that Amber wasn't
> > there. He knelt down and attached the bomb to the bottom of her chair. He
> > knew that when she next sat down... kaboom! He planned to make an excuse to
> > be nowhere near at the time.
> > >
> > > His heart was already pounding as he walked out of the room. He didn't
> > want to kill Amber, but he was so confused. He didn't know what was right
> > and what was wrong. He was only following instructions.
> > >
> > > He walked into the staff meeting room and sat down. He tried to
> > concentrate on what Amber and Rosette were saying, but all he could think
> > about was the bomb. He looked up only when Amber said his name.
> > >
> > > <snip>
> > > "It might not seem like it, but we believe in you. Through all this time,
> > you've followed your orders from the JMC without question, and now we've
> > given you this responsibility, we have every reason to believe you'll do the
> > same here." Rosette added. She even offered him a smile, regardless of
> > everything he'd done. She hoped beyond all reason that his infatuation with
> > the Hymenoptera, and thus, the JMC was gone. Maybe the fact that he lusted
> > after power, power that he now had, would be enough to keep him on side. The
> > JMC had never promoted him after all.
> > > <end snip>
> > >
> > > Justin started to shake. He looked down at his palms which were streaming
> > with sweat. He felt guilty. Amber believed in him. She actually said those
> > words. She believed in him enough to give him a promotion.
> > > He couldn't even believe he was mixed up in a plot to assassinate her,
> > and wasn't even sure how it had happened. It had happened so fast, and he
> > blamed himself for being distracted by Kara's boobs.
> > >
> > > After the meeting he rushed out, and went immediately to the toilet. As
> > he splashed cold water on his face he looked himself in the mirror. It was
> > clear what he was going to do.
> > >
> > > He had to remove the bomb before Amber sat down.
> > >
> > > He felt his heartbeat loudly in his ears as he rushed out of the bathroom
> > and back towards the Drive Room. Amber was just coming out of the meeting
> > room, chatting with Rosette. She was heading towards the office. He had to
> > stop her.
> > > He dashed towards the Captain's office, but someone stood in his way.
> > >
> > > It was a security guard.
> > >
> > > "Come with us Mr Pancake." The guard grabbed him by the shoulders whilst
> > another cuffed him behind his back.
> > > "Wha- what's going on?" He yelled.
> > > "You're under arrest for suspicion of putting a horses head in Cassandra
> > Jones' bed."
> > > "What? I thought that case was closed? Davie did it!"
> > > "He says it could have been a hologram, we're just exploring every
> > eventuality. Just come with us down to the station. We won't take long.
> > Sorry for the handcuffs but you understand."
> > >
> > > "No... but... no... I need to see the Captain."
> > > "Plenty of time for that later. Come with us." They started dragging him
> > away from the Captain's office, just as Amber went in. Before Justin could
> > shout a warning he was pulled out of the Drive Room and into an
> > express-lift.
> > >
> > >
> > > <Tag Amber, there's a hidden bomb under your seat, what will you do?>
> > >
> >
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> >
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> > Andy Jones
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> Andy Jones
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