Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Stage one - stepped up

Suddenly, Dirk's room suddenly exploded sending the two crewmen flying into the
wall hard.
Sirens began to ring and the sprinkers began to shower the corridor and burnt
out remains of Dirk's room with water.
Nice, Fingers throught to himself and then walked away. Then disappearing into
a access shaft and all the time thinking if that didn't scare the hell out of
them nothing will.
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Fingers and his group of rouges sat in the room patting each other on the back
for what they had done. The accoutant looking guy just stood with a straight
face while the rest celebrated. "That'll show 'em!" Fingers proclaimed while
imitating the explosion with his hands.
"What's that?!" someone yelled while pointing to a medium size robot rolling
into the room. If they had watched the robot wars, they would have recognized
it as Dirk's tEMPtation (with a few modifications). It rolled its way into the
center of the room. "Grab it!" Before anyone could lay a hand on it, a large
cloud of blue smoke billowed out from beneath it. "What is that?" someone
yelled while coughing. Fingers tried to run, but two figures in gas masks came
running out of no where and grabbed him, thowing a mask over his face too. The
mask actually held in it a mild knock-out gas, putting Fingers under. Many of
the crooks in the room tried to grab them, but were way to slow to do so.
Fingers woke up to a great sensation ot heat. He was shackled by his wrists and
hung by a chain in the air. "Nice to see you coming around," a voice caught his
attention. It was Dirk Bell's. He was standing on the platform across from
Fingers.
"What do you want?"
"Just to end this little game once and for all." Dirk's voice was frightening,
cold, without feeling. He stood there in official Space Corp dress for a
science officer, no flashy costumes, no props, no little cat or other animals to
make him look scary. He didn't need anything to make him look evil. He just
was. Fingers was scared to the verge of losing control over his bodily
functions. This wasn't the same guy who he had started the feud with. "As I
see it, we've got only one of two ways to end this. Either you go back under
whatever rock you crawled out from under, forgetting the whole thing, or I drop
you to your death, here and now."
"If you drop me, someone'll find the body. They'll come after you," Fingers was
trying to find his best way out of the situation.
"I don't think so. I've got you hanging over the main exaust port. I'm sure
you can feel the heat, even from there. The temperature closer to the core is
more than enough to incinerate your body, ashes and all, leaving no trace.
Plus, there's the fact that you aren't a crewmember. Who's going to come
looking for you?"
"My friends! They'll come for me! Those big guys'll beat you to a bloody pulp.
You and Walker both."
"For one," Dirk began to toss firecrackers down the casm, watching them explode
in mid-air from the heat. "Dren has nothing to do with this. He helped me grab
you earlier, but that's it. He went to other business afterwards. Secondly,
your *friends* won't be doing anything for a while. That blue gas is a Space
Corp secret warfare project. It slows down the relay of information from brain
to muscle by 89%. For the next month, it'll take them a full minute just to
give someone the finger. It's a nice gas, really. It's so new that there's no
antidote, nor is there any plans to make one. Face it, Fingers, you're alone.
This is between you and me. And I can fix that right here, right now." He
began to reach for the chain to his left, ready to pull it loose and send the
thief on his last ride.
"NO! WAIT!" Dirk stopped. "I give up! Just don't! Don't!"
Dirk pulled him to the platform and gave him a hard look. Fingers didn't like
it. Dirk's eyes almost faded away in front of his face. "This is my last
warning, crook. If you go back on your word, I won't give you a way out next
time. And don't try hiding either. I know where you go. I know every little
thing you do. I even know that you still sleep with your blankee," Dirk tapped
Fingers's left hand pocket, "or what's still left of it. I can get to you at
any time, wherever you are, whoever you're with. I've proven that. Don't make
me prove it again." Dirk let him go and walked away.
A pool formed at Fingers's feet from the trickle down his leg. The man he had
just encountered wasn't the same as the one he had first witnessed. He didn't
talk the same, didn't act the same, didn't look the same, or even sound the
same. The being walking away from him carried himself completely differently:
more intrusive, more forceful (if that was at all possible), and more violent
(once again, if that was at all possible).
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