Terin Glider
Nov 18th, 2000, 11:55:46 AM
Glider looked at the small astro droid steering his craft.
"I don't have a clue what you're saying! Just keep the craft steady and pick me up in 2 hours time. It's not that difficult."
Another string of bleeps sounded.
Glider shrugged. It obviously couldn't be that important.
He pressed the small button on the console and a hatch opened leading to the small cargo deck. There stood the air-glider. He climbed into the frame as the bleeping and whining of astro droid got ever more frantic.
Glider pushed the remote control and the bottom of the small cargo craft opened and Glider, glider and all plumeted into the evening sky.
As he dropped, he pitched himself forward, going into a head dive and he opened the wings of the air-glider.
"No problemo" he smiled to himself as the glider smoothed out as the wings caught the wind.
An almighty boom resounded and Glider looked up to see his cargo craft explode in a ball of fire, metal and plastics.
He thought he faintly saw a small fighter craft speed off into the distance.
He looked back down. Below him the lights of a city shone bright and playful in the night sky. He was heading for the roof of a tall building.
The plan was to over-ride the consol and get into the lab by the least secure route.
Besides his ride back being...well...expended, the plan was going reasonably well.
WAS. A piece of plastic from the explosion of the cargo ship ripped one of the wings off his glider.
"Oh dear..." Glider muttered to himself as he started spinning in a most non-bodacious semi-verticle line.
So close to his goal, yet so far away....
He pushed the red button on the main frame of the glider and it's small rocket jet blasted him forward.
His angle wasn't quite horizontal, but at least it wasn't verticle.
He wasn't going to make the building he was aiming for. But not the roof.
Aiming the glider as best he could, Glider and the damaged glider spun like the propellor of a torpedo, straight through a window on the 169th floor of the Atic Lab complex.
There was an almighty bang as he skidded and spun across the floor of a large office. He and his Glider came to a stop amongst the glasses and bottles of champagne of a now destroyed cabinet.
"Deary me..."
Glider got up and straightened his evening suit and brushed his dark hair out of his face, back into model and bent his shoulders as if to crack his neck.
Surprised he looked down. A bottle of best bubbly. An oppertunity not to be missed.
He popped the cork, and when he found a not shattered glass, he poured himself a glass.
As he stood admiring the taste, the door to the office opened and two security guards, blasters at the ready, stepped in and took aim.
"Ah...gentlemen...I seem to have had a slight accident with my craft here....perhaps you'd be so charming as to assist me to a nearby garage?"
One of the guards snapped: "Who are you?"
"Glider, Terin Glider...at your service." He held the glass of bubbly up as if to cheer the guards and took a slug.
"Hands in the air. Come with us."
"Ofcourse."
Glider stuck his hands in the air and strolled over to the guards.
The jabbed a gun into his back to direct him, and followed close behind.
"Left here."
Glider took a left.
"Right here."
Glider took a right.
They came upon a row of lifts.
One of the security guards was talking on his porto.
"Seems he came straight through the window in what looks like a hand glider of sorts. We're bringing him down now."
The guard snapped the porto shut and they stepped into the lift.
Glider sneezed.
"Sorry."
The guard pressed the button to the bottom floor.
Glider sneezed in the second guards face.
"I'm terribly sorry."
The guard sneered at him.
"Can I use a hanky please? This is all very embarassing."
The guard nodded. They were half way down.
Glider put his hand into the evening suit and brought out a hankerchief.
Unkown to the guards it contained a small container and before they knew what was happening, Glider sprayed them in the face. They fell down into a deep sleep before they even realised what was happening.
Glider quickly pressed on the emergency stop of the lift. 64th floor.
He openened the door and climbed up, taking a porto as he went.
"Prisoner has escaped on the 64th floor." He called into the porto. He repeated it twice and then while still in communication, smacked the small transmitter to pieces against the wall.
He pressed the buttons on all lifts in the row.
With ease, for he'd memorised the floor plan of the building, he ran down the steps to the 63rd floor and smashed a few fire alarms. The manual types. He returned to the fire stairs and started his run up to the 72nd floor.
The 72nd floor was the floor were the cloning facilities were kept.
He put in a contact lense and did the eye scanner. He was allowed into the lab.
Row after row after row of small glass tubes were suspended by wires, with all sorts of tubes sticking and out of them.
He could clearly see foetusses in some of them.
He ignored most of them, and soon discovered what he'd come for.
He didn't need to read the name boards below the suspended tubes. He could recognise the vile form of the creatures to be.
To keep a long story short, Glider smashed the three tubes he'd come for. Uploaded a virus into the computer consol, smashed a window as guards were coming into the lab, blasting their anything and everything in their way to get at him. Orders from a higher order.
With a short wave Glider jumped out the window on the 72nd floor.
"I don't have a clue what you're saying! Just keep the craft steady and pick me up in 2 hours time. It's not that difficult."
Another string of bleeps sounded.
Glider shrugged. It obviously couldn't be that important.
He pressed the small button on the console and a hatch opened leading to the small cargo deck. There stood the air-glider. He climbed into the frame as the bleeping and whining of astro droid got ever more frantic.
Glider pushed the remote control and the bottom of the small cargo craft opened and Glider, glider and all plumeted into the evening sky.
As he dropped, he pitched himself forward, going into a head dive and he opened the wings of the air-glider.
"No problemo" he smiled to himself as the glider smoothed out as the wings caught the wind.
An almighty boom resounded and Glider looked up to see his cargo craft explode in a ball of fire, metal and plastics.
He thought he faintly saw a small fighter craft speed off into the distance.
He looked back down. Below him the lights of a city shone bright and playful in the night sky. He was heading for the roof of a tall building.
The plan was to over-ride the consol and get into the lab by the least secure route.
Besides his ride back being...well...expended, the plan was going reasonably well.
WAS. A piece of plastic from the explosion of the cargo ship ripped one of the wings off his glider.
"Oh dear..." Glider muttered to himself as he started spinning in a most non-bodacious semi-verticle line.
So close to his goal, yet so far away....
He pushed the red button on the main frame of the glider and it's small rocket jet blasted him forward.
His angle wasn't quite horizontal, but at least it wasn't verticle.
He wasn't going to make the building he was aiming for. But not the roof.
Aiming the glider as best he could, Glider and the damaged glider spun like the propellor of a torpedo, straight through a window on the 169th floor of the Atic Lab complex.
There was an almighty bang as he skidded and spun across the floor of a large office. He and his Glider came to a stop amongst the glasses and bottles of champagne of a now destroyed cabinet.
"Deary me..."
Glider got up and straightened his evening suit and brushed his dark hair out of his face, back into model and bent his shoulders as if to crack his neck.
Surprised he looked down. A bottle of best bubbly. An oppertunity not to be missed.
He popped the cork, and when he found a not shattered glass, he poured himself a glass.
As he stood admiring the taste, the door to the office opened and two security guards, blasters at the ready, stepped in and took aim.
"Ah...gentlemen...I seem to have had a slight accident with my craft here....perhaps you'd be so charming as to assist me to a nearby garage?"
One of the guards snapped: "Who are you?"
"Glider, Terin Glider...at your service." He held the glass of bubbly up as if to cheer the guards and took a slug.
"Hands in the air. Come with us."
"Ofcourse."
Glider stuck his hands in the air and strolled over to the guards.
The jabbed a gun into his back to direct him, and followed close behind.
"Left here."
Glider took a left.
"Right here."
Glider took a right.
They came upon a row of lifts.
One of the security guards was talking on his porto.
"Seems he came straight through the window in what looks like a hand glider of sorts. We're bringing him down now."
The guard snapped the porto shut and they stepped into the lift.
Glider sneezed.
"Sorry."
The guard pressed the button to the bottom floor.
Glider sneezed in the second guards face.
"I'm terribly sorry."
The guard sneered at him.
"Can I use a hanky please? This is all very embarassing."
The guard nodded. They were half way down.
Glider put his hand into the evening suit and brought out a hankerchief.
Unkown to the guards it contained a small container and before they knew what was happening, Glider sprayed them in the face. They fell down into a deep sleep before they even realised what was happening.
Glider quickly pressed on the emergency stop of the lift. 64th floor.
He openened the door and climbed up, taking a porto as he went.
"Prisoner has escaped on the 64th floor." He called into the porto. He repeated it twice and then while still in communication, smacked the small transmitter to pieces against the wall.
He pressed the buttons on all lifts in the row.
With ease, for he'd memorised the floor plan of the building, he ran down the steps to the 63rd floor and smashed a few fire alarms. The manual types. He returned to the fire stairs and started his run up to the 72nd floor.
The 72nd floor was the floor were the cloning facilities were kept.
He put in a contact lense and did the eye scanner. He was allowed into the lab.
Row after row after row of small glass tubes were suspended by wires, with all sorts of tubes sticking and out of them.
He could clearly see foetusses in some of them.
He ignored most of them, and soon discovered what he'd come for.
He didn't need to read the name boards below the suspended tubes. He could recognise the vile form of the creatures to be.
To keep a long story short, Glider smashed the three tubes he'd come for. Uploaded a virus into the computer consol, smashed a window as guards were coming into the lab, blasting their anything and everything in their way to get at him. Orders from a higher order.
With a short wave Glider jumped out the window on the 72nd floor.