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Jan 8, 2011

Operation Capital Gains pt 2

"Get up here, like, now."  Stygan was used to getting frantic messages from Simian.  He had a habit of getting into tight spots.  This time his friend sounded a bit more frantic than usual.  Maybe he had gotten in a bit to far over his head.

"On my way," Stygan replied.  There was no response.  He's really in it this time, he thought.  I'd better hurry.

Luckily his pad had finished uploading what ever it was that needed uploading.  It mattered not what that was to Stygan.  He thought little of technology.  A means to an end, he'd always thought.  If Wizard said do it, he'd do it.  So long as he got to bust some heads along the way.  And bust head he had done tonight.  Half a dozen security guards lay motionless on the floor around the room.  As he scooped the pad back into his pocket and turned toward the exit, the nearest guard began to groan and move ever so slightly.

"Aren't you dead?"

The guard's barely audible groan was the only reply.

"Well, I'll have to fix that then."  And with one quick motion, barely noticeable to the human eye, Stygan had brought his sizable foot down on the head of the suffering guard.  Splattering brain and bits of skull in the process.  For good measure he gave his foot a quick twist, grinding some of the bits into the concrete.

"Anyone else still alive in here?"  Stygan got no response this time.  "Good."  His work here was finished.  His thoughts turned back to Simian.  Better go save his sorry ass.  With that thought he broke into a sprint, heading back to the main floor where his friend was in trouble.

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