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Here's the second chapter. Enjoy. [I]More lights. Then voices. “Is he alive?” one voice asked. “He is, but he’s unconscious,” another voice answered. Then he heard a sound like a door opening and closing. “Is everything going according to plan?” a low voice asked. “Yes, but the subject might retain some of the memories he had here,” the first voice answered. He heard the low voiced man chuckle, and he could feel his gaze burrowing into his face. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, “When he finally pieces it all together, it’ll already be too late.”[/I] McGee walked alongside 808, his breath quivering in the early morning fog. The buildings loomed up ahead of them, their windows dark and foreboding. The only light came from the street lamps, and the darkness seemed to swallow up their light. Sniper couldn’t help but notice that 808 kept glancing at every dark corner, keeping a watchful eye out for any movement. They kept moving at a steady pace, and after a while Sniper began to wonder if 808 knew where he was going. “808…where exactly is Blimper’s house?” McGee said as he cast a glance in 808’s direction. 808 seemed to snap out of his thoughts as he said, “Oh…it’s just around this corner. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Sniper didn’t like the look 808 had on his face. “So, why did you bring a knife with you?” Sniper asked his companion. “Well…you know, you’re in danger so we’d better have a weapon…” 808 seemed to be making this up as he went. “And why didn’t you call out to me instead of following me? Felt like being mysterious?” McGee’s eyes were concentrating hard on 808’s. “So are you implying something?” 808 whirled around to face McGee, “Do you think I’d betray you?! If you do, then just say it!” 808 burst out. They were now standing apart from one another, 808 panting slightly. “I just want to be careful. That’s all,” Sniper said quietly. 808 looked at him for a few seconds more then turned and started walking again. McGee followed him for a few more minutes before 808 stopped again. Without turning around he said, “Run.” “What?” Sniper asked in bewilderment. “I said run, dammit!” 808 turned around and Sniper saw his eyes were gleaming. “Take this with you.” He handed McGee the switchblade he was carrying. “But…I don’t understand,” Sniper sputtered. 808 ignored this as he whispered, “Go back the way we came until you see a building that has the sign ‘Blame stosh’ on it. Knock on the door twice and say ‘awesomesauce.’ Don’t look at me like that, just go!” He said that because Sniper was giving him a quizzical look. McGee started running back in the way he had come, and as he looked back he saw 808 talking with two very large men. He then heard a shout, and he was worried that they had seen him. He ducked into an alley and hid in the long shadows cast by the sunrise. Sniper could hear heavy footsteps coming nearer. He put his hand over his mouth to stifle his breathing, but he was afraid that the sound of his heart pounding against his chest would give him away. As they came nearer to the alley, McGee slid quietly behind a large dumpster. The two thugs reached the alley, and one of them panted, “Make a quick sweep of this alley. I’ll keep going.” He heard a pair of footsteps disappear, but there was also a pair coming closer, albeit much more slowly. He also heard a slow, rasping pant and the stench of perspiration. The thug was getting closer to his dumpster. [I]Please don’t make me do this[/I] Sniper thought as he pulled the knife out of his pocket. Then he heard a roar of anger and the sound of fighting. McGee looked around the corner of the dumpster and saw 808 on the thug’s back, punching him repeatedly. Sniper saw that 808 had already been hurt, because his eye was swollen and his mouth was bleeding. “RUN!” 808 bellowed. It took all of McGee’s will to not stay, and he took off running down the alley and out onto the street again. He ran as hard as he could, the wind whistling in his ears, grief and anger clouding his thoughts. He was running so fast that he almost missed the building that 808 described. It was a three-story building, painted a dark blue; its windows were covered by curtains and looked unwelcoming. There was a single door that had a sign on it. It read, [b]’Always blame stosh for everything!’[/b] in bright red letters. Sniper waited until he could breathe normally again, then stepped up to the door. He took a deep breath and knocked twice. Nothing happened. Barely daring to breathe, he half whispered, “Awesomesauce.” Again, nothing happened. He thought maybe he had the wrong house, or maybe it was a trap…but then the door swung open. He cautiously entered the building, looking around the poorly lit room. It looked like he was inside a cement block with a light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. There was a door at the other end on the room he was in with a slit in it. The door he entered closed once he was inside the room. The slit on the other door opened and he saw a pair of pale blue eyes staring at him. “Yeah? What do you want?” the person, apparently a man, asked. “I…I…er…” Sniper hadn’t really thought of what to say. He paused and collected his thoughts. “I want to see Blimper.” The man’s eyes widened. “Who are you?” he asked in a suspicious tone. “I’m Sniper McGee,” he said as firmly as he could. The man looked at him for a second more then closed the slit in the door. McGee wondered if he had said something wrong, but then he heard some clanks and the door swung open. He looked at the man he had been talking to. He was blonde with broad shoulders, pretty tall, but not with very large muscles. He still had the air of experience in combat around him. “You’re halo2mnky, aren’t you?” Sniper asked him. “Yeah, now hand over any weapons you have,” he said in a commanding tone. McGee gave him 808’s knife. “Why are you so confident that I don’t have any other weapons on me?” Sniper asked him as they set down a long hallway that was filled with doors and armed guards. There were lights built into the walls, and every now and then someone would give Sniper a strange look. “Because if you did and you tried to kill someone here, you’d have a thousand extra holes in your body,” mnky said with indifference, “And besides, no one would pretend to be Sniper McGee these days.” “Uh…what do you mean by that?” McGee asked quietly. halo2mnky smirked as they reached the end of the hall and came up to a door. “Oh, you’ll see,” he answered as he unlocked the door and opened it. Sniper walked in slowly. It was a reasonably large room with a long table in the middle. The walls were plastered with papers and pictures pinned onto it, and the only light came from the same built in lights in the ceiling. There were many chairs lining the table, which had as many papers on it as the walls did. Sniper turned to ask mnky where to go, but the door was already closed. He continued walking, glancing at the articles on the wall. He thought he saw his name, so we went back and looked until he found the article. The title read ‘Sniper McGee wanted. $100,000 cash reward.’ He didn’t have the chance to read anything else though, because a man behind him said. “Ah, Sniper McGee. I’ve been waiting for you.” McGee turned around. The man he was looking at was a little taller than he was, with short, brown hair and many scars on his arms and face. Sniper began to smile, but it quickly faded as he stared into the barrel of a Walther P99. [Edited on 08.15.2007 6:32 AM PDT]

This was really good. I can't wait to read more. I hope I didn't die. =P

That's a wall of text, isn't it?

Why the cliffhanger? You suck for that.

To keep people interested.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] big team basher Why the cliffhanger? You suck for that.[/quote]Because that's how true writers roll.

WOOHOO! Great story! I sound intimidating! Keep this stuff coming Sniper!!!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sniper McGee That's a wall of text, isn't it?[/quote] At least there is [i]some[/i] separation.

Woo Hoo!!Thats a whole lotta "writersauce".

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Zirken [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sniper McGee That's a wall of text, isn't it?[/quote] At least there is [i]some[/i] separation.[/quote] Fixed. Thanks guys. ^.^ [Edited on 08.14.2007 3:49 PM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Eight Oh 8 State [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] big team basher Why the cliffhanger? You suck for that.[/quote]Because that's how true writers roll.[/quote]It still sucks...and what the hell? You killed off 808, now the A-team is ruined, you were just angry because he couldn't be on your B-team so you killed him, you heartless son of a...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] phish92129 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Eight Oh 8 State [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] big team basher Why the cliffhanger? You suck for that.[/quote]Because that's how true writers roll.[/quote]It still sucks...and what the hell? You killed off 808, now the A-team is ruined, you were just angry because he couldn't be on your B-team so you killed him, you heartless son of a... [/quote]You never know, I'm like such a badass, that I probably kicked the thugs ass and now am searching out some other fgts that I have to kill.

Did I say 808 was dead? He might have escaped or something. Or he could be dead, starting to develop a smell.

Good story so far.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sniper McGee Did I say 808 was dead? He might have escaped or something. Or he could be dead, starting to develop a smell.[/quote]Or he could be a traitor...the only question is, what type of writer are you...one that likes to mislead us...yes, I won't fall for your tricks Mcgee.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] phish92129 Or he could be a traitor...the only question is, what type of writer are you...one that likes to mislead us...yes, I won't fall for your tricks Mcgee.[/quote] No one knows my tricks! People will fall for them or perish in a fiery pit of death and suffering! *ahem* With all due respect, of course.

I like reading these, so far you've kept me on the edge with just two chapters. Me wanting to more reads!

Excellent. Very well written. I like how you are slowly introducing characters from the Flood, not just throwing in 3 or 4 every time you write another chapter. For the second time, props to you sir.

^.^

Excellent job, keep it up...

This is a most awesome literary work of epic win. *cannot wait for next chapter*

Thanks guys!

*saves thread* Very nice work.

If this was a book...it'd be a page-turner.