posted on May, 3 2003 @ 11:37 AM
I shake my head and my vision clears a bit more. Standing before me are two almost cliche Men In Black. Wearing suits straight out of the 1950s, with
black fedoras and black rayban sunglasses (but we're inside in a dimly lit room?) they are almost laughable.
In a monotone, one says "Hes coming around, should we sedate him again?"
The other nods and turns to a tray table next to him, holding up a small bottle and syringe.
Anger boils. Adrenaline surges.
The first MIB steps forward. My right leg lashes straight out and upward, swinging to meet his crotch as hard as I can. The impact jolts him, and he
pauses. Strangely, there is no sensation of my foot encountering any genitalia.
The MIB turns to look at his patner. I lunge up and forward driving my head into his face as hard as I can. He falls backward, raybans broken,
clutching his face.
The second MIB lunges forward, arm darting at me. I duck and drive a knee into his solar plexus, doubling him over. Then I drive an elbow into his
temple as hard as I can. He staggers, the syringe still in his hand. I grab his arm and twist, ripping the syringe out of his hand, and driving it
into the back of his neck. He collapses like a pile of bricks.
The first MIB is starting to get to his feet again, still clutching his face. I advance, fists and feet flying, raining blows and kicks on him. As I
stand over him, I notice that the fluid he bleeds is far darker in color than blood should be, almost a deep violet. I turn him over and notice his
eyes... they are not like human eyes. The pupils are red, with vertically slit pupils, similar to a cats eyes. I remember not feeling any genitals
when I kicked him in the crotch.
After searching both bodies, I recover a small black address book, 2 sets of keys, 2 wallets containing several hundred dollars in cash, and a small
black box the size of a pack of cigarettes with no apparent controls or other use. Putting all these objects in my pockets, I take the keys and
quickly find the one that unlocks the door.
Outside the room, I appear to be inside some kind of underground facility, although there is no one else around. Immediately across the hall there is
another door. A few seconds locates the correct key, and I am inside.
As soon as I turn on the light in this new room, I begin to smile. This is an apparent arsenal, as there are rack after rack of rifles, handguns,
machine guns, rocket launchers, and all other type of ordinance. I begin moving.
In a few minutes, I have located and loaded 2 Sig Sauer P226 handguns (noting with approval that the preloaded magazines are loaded with
hollowpoints), one shoved in the front of my belt and one in the back of my pants. I choose several additional magazines, and shove them in all
Next I select an HK MP5 submachine gun, equipped with a holographic sight and underbarrel flashlight, slamming a magazine in and charging it. I
quickly locate an equipment bag and fill it with a dozen or so extra magazines for the HK.
Next I open a couple of crates and find an assortment of handgrenades. I locate another equipment bag and fill it with 3 each white phosphorus,
fragmentation, smoke, and flash-bang grenades.
Slinging both bags, turning on the holosight on the HK, flicking the safety off and snugging the butt to my shoulder, I slip out the door.
Alright, time to find out what the hell is really going on...