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===Villa on the lake=== | ===Villa on the lake=== | ||
On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s Boone and | On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s Boone and Janice follow a Wickliffe Hampton SICAV up into the Swiss mountains. They park up at the end of a windy road and radio in [[Edd Sweeney|Sweeney]] and [[A.J. Paul|A.J.]] to check the exit. | ||
“There’s only one way out of here. We’ll know when they come out. Eyes peeled, lads.” | “There’s only one way out of here. We’ll know when they come out. Eyes peeled, lads.” | ||
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Boone double checked the map. He finger-traced the route. He stabbed the boys’ locale and growled into the intercom. “There ''is'' no other way out. If they haven’t coming past they must still be in there.” | Boone double checked the map. He finger-traced the route. He stabbed the boys’ locale and growled into the intercom. “There ''is'' no other way out. If they haven’t coming past they must still be in there.” | ||
A cold wind whipped up the valley. | A cold wind whipped up the valley. Janice looked west. It was fearsome dark a mile down the lake. “[[liquidity|Liquidity]] situation is tightening up, Boone. We be wet if we don’t move.” Underscore and exclamation point: a fat globule of rain slapped the windshield. | ||
Boone snapped shut the map and slid into the cabin. He barked into the two-way: “Ok. Let’s go. Boys: prime your [[GMSLA]]s. Put the rain shields up and get ready for action. Something’s going down. I ''feel'' it.” | Boone snapped shut the map and slid into the cabin. He barked into the two-way: “Ok. Let’s go. Boys: prime your [[GMSLA]]s. Put the rain shields up and get ready for action. Something’s going down. I ''feel'' it.” | ||
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“Okay. We’re coming through. Boone ''out''.” | “Okay. We’re coming through. Boone ''out''.” | ||
Up on the exit points, the boys shucked their [[repo]]s. | Up on the exit points, the boys shucked their [[repo]]s. Janice loaded a twenty-ten, bumped the stock and mounted the running board. | ||
Boone holstered the [[C.B.]] He slammed the [[AIF]] into forward, set wipers on high and stomped on the gas. | Boone holstered the [[C.B.]] He slammed the [[AIF]] into forward, set wipers on high and stomped on the gas. Janice locked her elbow and hung on tight. | ||
The road hugged the lake coast. Boone hugged the road. They shot past deserted waterside chalets: ''des res'' for the Oberland elite, battened down for winter. The rain got heavy. | The road hugged the lake coast. Boone hugged the road. They shot past deserted waterside chalets: ''des res'' for the Oberland elite, battened down for winter. The rain got heavy. Janice snagged a grab-handle and swung into shotgun. | ||
The depo whined. Road clear. No sign of the Wickliffe semi. | The depo whined. Road clear. No sign of the Wickliffe semi. | ||
Boone rode the camber hard. The AIF growled. The vehicle belted through roadkill and assorted autumn detritus. | Boone rode the camber hard. The AIF growled. The vehicle belted through roadkill and assorted autumn detritus. Janice navigated. She punched the dash. The GPS came and went. The road was slick. The AIF got squirrelly on the corners. | ||
The depo whined. No sign of the semi. | The depo whined. No sign of the semi. | ||
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Boone hit a blind hairpin. He stomped on the anchors. The AIF caught a leaf pile and fishtailed. It slewed out right. Boone cursed his luck and the sled skidded down a bank. The rag top flipped. The depo graunched. The [[AIF]]’s mags spun slow, idle and upside-down. | Boone hit a blind hairpin. He stomped on the anchors. The AIF caught a leaf pile and fishtailed. It slewed out right. Boone cursed his luck and the sled skidded down a bank. The rag top flipped. The depo graunched. The [[AIF]]’s mags spun slow, idle and upside-down. | ||
Janice slid out the passenger side window. She plopped on the ground. She said, “So, that didn’t go so well. What now?” | |||
Boone fished leaves out of his mouth. | Boone fished leaves out of his mouth. | ||
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“Masters of the orphanage: Mister Maple and Mister Calder.” | “Masters of the orphanage: Mister Maple and Mister Calder.” | ||
The administrator took their [[ISDA]]<nowiki/>s at the door. they are fed, watered. As she returns from a washroom | The administrator took their [[ISDA]]<nowiki/>s at the door. they are fed, watered. As she returns from a washroom Janice follows a weeping child down a hallway, where she discovers the terrible secret of the orphan manufacturing laboratory. She doubles back and alerts Boone. They swipe the sniveling child and make escape in a boat across the lake. | ||
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“She’s just a little orphan ...” | “She’s just a little orphan ...” | ||
“Jesus, | “Jesus, Janice, pull the fucking [[NAV trigger]] would you?” | ||
Janice’s face was wet with the horror of war. She said, “all these memories,” and waxed the kid with a [[6(a) - ISDA Provision|6(a)]]. | |||
A small [[Mark-to-market|MTM]] shock wave waft knocked her back but | A small [[Mark-to-market|MTM]] shock wave waft knocked her back but Janice held her feet. The kid went down with a a crazy smile. It crumpled, collapsed in on itself and vanished in a puff. | ||
The rest of the spawn kept coming. | The rest of the spawn kept coming. | ||
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“Jesus it must be segregated!” Boone barked. “Find its ''parent''!” | “Jesus it must be segregated!” Boone barked. “Find its ''parent''!” | ||
This was no time for complicated DD. | This was no time for complicated DD. Janice shrugged and flipped off the safety. “No sweat, Opco, I’ll just [[DUST]] it.” | ||
Boone screamed, “NO!”, but it was too late. | Boone screamed, “NO!”, but it was too late. Janice squeezed. | ||
The old 87 blammed out a [[5(a)(v) - ISDA Provision|5(a)(v)]]. It filled the air with a choking miasma. Boone and | The old 87 blammed out a [[5(a)(v) - ISDA Provision|5(a)(v)]]. It filled the air with a choking miasma. Boone and Janice hit the deck. The air flared and flashed and sparkled across the gunwale. The dust cleared. ''The kids still stood''. The kids kept coming. | ||
“What the living ''fuck''?”<Br>“They’re segregated, Agster.” <Br>“Oh, shit.” | “What the living ''fuck''?”<Br>“They’re segregated, Agster.” <Br>“Oh, shit.” | ||
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The nearest kid kept advancing, like some zombie. | The nearest kid kept advancing, like some zombie. | ||
Janice pumped it full of collateral — off-the-run OATs — sending it juddering back. It bought some time. Boone jammed a rock on the [[Cross acceleration - ISDA Provision|cross accelerator]] and set the wheel along a forward curve. The vehicle roared a sweeping arc toward the jetty. | |||
“When I say ... Jump okay?” | “When I say ... Jump okay?” | ||
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“Trust me. Hold ’em...” | “Trust me. Hold ’em...” | ||
The MTM ticked down. The zombie kid shuffled close. | The MTM ticked down. The zombie kid shuffled close. Janice baffed out a corporate bond. | ||
“Hold ’em...” The craft swept closer. The jetty loomed. The zombie kid shuffled closer. | “Hold ’em...” The craft swept closer. The jetty loomed. The zombie kid shuffled closer. | ||
“NOW!” Boone and | “NOW!” Boone and Janice bailed off the back, frogman style. They sploshed in the wake. | ||
The craft roared on. It smacked the jetty with a pleasing boom. | The craft roared on. It smacked the jetty with a pleasing boom. | ||