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Epilogue Seven: Missing
Slider Ryan
Yeontoo’s good mood was still apparent as she opened up the next file. She had various dates and quotes written down. “That MSR sure was a character. She's a hard one to read for some reason. Those names of her pet rocks were hilarious – Kay, Drew and Ann. During the monsoon, the Alphas were fighting off the monkeys and the bear was at the Omega’s cave. I’m glad that no one was hurt, just a little scratch on Slider8’s arm as he walked past the last monkey.” One date stood out amongst the rest. ======= September 14, 2000 MSR looked around the room while Y was explaining the rules and the hiking quiz. She spied something near the stone steps and smiled. After MSR finished her hiking quiz, she took off her windbreaker. She tied the sleeves together at the cuffs, pulled the drawstring taut at the waist and loaded it up with flat four-inch diameter rocks. When she completely filled her windbreaker, she pulled the drawstring taut at the hood and put her arm through now joined sleeves and slung it over her right shoulder, with most of the load on her back. The others had watched MSR while she was loading up and thought nothing of it. MSR and Y were the only ones left in the room. Y grabbed her before she went up the steps. "You aren't trying to get rid of the competition are you?" asked Y as she pointed to her windbreaker. MSR smiled. "You know me better than that." "Exactly so what are the rocks for?" asked a wary Y. "Cooking." "You're going to eat rocks?" asked a surprised Y. MSR laughed. "Um... no. It's for the fire. I need something level to cook on and these rocks suit that purpose." Y sighed with relief. "Okay then. Just don't be throwing them at the others." ======= Yeontoo flipped the page and continued reading. Missing Slider Ryan Nickname: MSR, Cassie Team: Omega and Elite Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Glasses? No Have you ever used a timer? Yes Name 3 adjectives that best describes yourself:
In a few words, tell us why you would like to be the 5th Slider. The opportunity to explore other societies is one that I would take when given the chance. I would compare and contrast that society with ours and see what works and what doesn't in order to incorporate what I learned to the betterment of my world. Date and order voted off: 11-3-2000, 6th out of 10 auditioners ======= November 3, 2000 An ill Yeontoo walked slowly across to where the Elites were gathered in her luxury apartment behind the a wall in the stone chamber where the challenges were being held. “Yeon, you're getting behind. Are... you look sick too." DMD took a step back. "You contagious?" MSR grimaced, took a step back, and secured her towel better. One of the charade judges was able to correctly guess her charade so she won a hot shower. "Probably, looks like the flu or something. Y? Is that the ...." SE quieted down as Y handed him the poster to tack up while she sat down. "Tack it up before you look." SE nodded. "Sorry guys, until I get back on my feet,.. I'm not up to par. The next challenge ain't till Monday, that will give you time to explore, and not worry about the gong for the challenges." SE resisted the temptation to look ahead of time. "Be right back guys." He ran up the stone steps, folding the paper in half with the print on the inside. "Boat comes tomorrow, right?" DMD asked, grabbing his towel and heading to the bathroom. He too had won a hot shower. "Yeah." Y began fanning her face as S8 handed her a glass of water. She sat down in the nearest chair. SE tacked the poster up on the totem pole with his eyes closed. Then saw that MSR was the one voted off. He headed back to the stone chamber. As soon as MSR saw SE return, she ran to bathroom and dried herself off then put on her dirty clothes before heading out to see results. Upon reading her name as the one voted off, she shouted, "Whoo Hooo! I'm off this rock, baby! See ya! Just in time for 'The X-Files' S8 premiere!" From inside the stone chamber, SE remarked "She's either gone out of her mind or she really wants off." "Out of her mind," commented an irritated DMD, who discovered that he couldn't have a hot shower. MSR had tightened the cutoff valve for the hot water when she was in the bathroom. She knew that this would be her last chance to make everyone's life a living hell for voting her off. She opened up her pocketknife and pulled out the wrench. She tightened that valve until the threads were stripped. There was no way that anyone was going to get a decent hot shower after her. She laughed as her plans fell into place. Finally, the time was right. $14,000 would go a long way. "She's taking this rather well," Y remarked as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. MSR bounded down the stairs like a small playful child, giggling all the way down. She hadn't been this happy in months. “Hey, Y, I don't need the boat. Where I'm going, I won't need one," she yelled to Y, through the open door. There was a large smile on her face. This caught all of them by surprise. S8 whispered to SE, "She's gone crazy." Tex added, "Well it's the three of you that did it to her." "Hey, it wasn't me," SE blurted out. "What do you mean?" asked a perplexed S8. "Don't look at me," DMD grumbled, adding, "I still want a hot shower." "Whatever. I'll go see if I can calm down the poor girl." Tex walked off to the corner of the chamber, laughing. MSR took out her pocketknife and whipped off her jacket that she was wearing. Using the large blade, she began to cut into the edge of the collar. "Um... MSR are you okay?" asked a concerned SE as he walked over to her. "What makes you think that I'm not?" she replied with a manic smile on her face. SE backed up slightly when she ripped something out of the collar. SE couldn't really see what it was in the poorly lit chamber. It looked metallic to him. "Y, did you make that check out as per my request?" asked MSR as she ripped off a shiny metal button from two of her shirt pockets. "What exactly are you doing?" asked SE as he made sure that his knife was still on his belt. "Going home. What's it look like?" MSR flipped out another gadget from her glow in the dark pocketknife. "I'll be right back." "Yes, come and get it," said Y as she held up the envelope. She ran through the open doorway and grabbed the envelope out of Y's hands while whispering to her. She then raced up the stairs. “Um... I wouldn't stay too close to her. She isn't what she appears to be," Tex warned. DMD and SE gave each other a silent agreement to go after her and left before any explanation was given. "Why is that?" asked S8 who stayed behind. Tex continued. "Let's just say that she's dangerous in her own way." He saw Y nodding in agreement. Above ground... MSR looked around for an open space, away from the ever-present coconut and fruit trees. The sun was high in the sky without any trace of clouds. Taking out one of the flat rocks that she kept with her most of the time, she placed one of the buttons on it. SE and DMD scanned the area until they saw her about a hundred yards away, kneeling over something. They couldn't figure out what she was doing and decided to approach her with caution. All of them had noticed that she was preoccupied with the cave that served as their campsite. She would venture there for several hours at a time. A couple of times, DMD had caught her talking loudly to herself. She said that she was just thinking out loud. Tex had seen her writing on the cave walls as well as deciphering the maps that filled certain walls of the cave. Tex had returned the next day to find that certain sections that she had written were now erased, but he could piece it together what was left. "I think she's totally lost it," DMD said as they slowly walked in her direction. SE thought over the last few days. "I tend to agree, that D&D game we played was unlike anything I have every played. She must have gone crazy thinking of all those boobytraps and situations. That map went all over the place. Half of the time I thought she was taking being dungeon master way too seriously. You should have seen the evil smiles she gave me when I got out of some hairy situations." He felt a chill run down his back as he remembered the time when she started screaming like a banshee when his knight had been caught in a dead end after running away from a fight that he couldn't win. DMD smiled. "You're both obsessed with that game. I can't believe you just gave up when you got to be dungeon master. She scare you that much?" SE stopped dead in his tracks. "Not scared. I couldn't make it challenging for her. I needed the dungeon master book of monsters to make it worth her while. So I quit while I was ahead." DMD turned to his left and saw that SE wasn't there. He walked back to him. "No, you didn't want her to laugh at you when she easily demolished your monsters and racked up the experience points." "Well, that too," smirked SE. "If she gets out of hand..." DMD put his hand up to stop SE from continuing with his thoughts and motioned toward MSR. MSR had thrown something and went back to doing what ever she was doing previously. The still couldn't make out what she was doing. "Uh... don't provoke her. Tex said not to stay close to her. That's a strange thing to say." DMD wondered what he had meant. "We'll have to talk to him privately later on. What is she doing?" SE was at a lost of what had happened to her. MSR got up after throwing something else. She ran toward SE and DMD then slowed to a walk about twenty feet from them. "Hey, I'm about ready to leave. I have to tell you two something," she said as she stood in front of them. She turned to SE first, "Do you remember where all the bobbytraps were when we were playing the game?" "Yeah, I wrote it on the map. I still have it in the cave," SE replied not knowing where this was going. "Good. That's the map to the abandoned ruins and that's the place where the treasure is. Choose wisely white knight and you will be rewarded." SE's face lit up like he was back playing GI Joe in his backyard. "Thanks. So you didn't add anything to it did you?" “That's for me to know and you to find out," she replied with a smile. She turned to DMD next and pulled something out of her pockets. "Three rocks!" he exclaimed. "Please, you're not giving them to me." MSR opened his hands and placed them in his hands and closed his hands over them. "Take them. They are needed when you go to the ruins. The maps said that you need these. It took me forever to find the ones with the correct dimensions." "Your pet rocks that you always lose," DMD said wryly. "Kay, Drew and Ann." "Say their names fast and you'll hear something else," she replied with a chuckle. She saw Y, S8 and Tex making their way to them. Y had her clipboard with her. “Thanks Y. I had a lot of fun. Let's do it again some day." MSR took out her pocketknife once again and walked to a smiling Tex. She pulled out the magnifying glass she had used earlier and handed it to him. "And you too can be a firestarter like me." They both chuckled. "Wait a sec. You had a magnifying glass all this time and you let me use the lighter," commented DMD. MSR and Tex smiled. "How else could she light wet kindling? Ha ha." "Yeah and now we we're out of lighter fluid. Thanks a lot MSR," DMD spat out, still annoyed about his missed shower. "No one asked so why give up information I may need later," she replied with a giant grin. "S8, I bestow on you my cooking duties. Have fun. Well you all have fun and I'll vote for someone later." She pointed her pocketknife in front of her and opened a vortex, which shocked all of them. "What the..." they exclaimed. She put a tiny comm unit around her ear. "A vortex. Duh. Bye." She ran toward the shimmering red whirlpool and disappeared. When the vortex closed, Tex remarked, "She's off to finish her plans for parallel world domination. That's what was in the cave." Y said, "You remember on the application where I asked about next of kin. She's the reason for it. If she accidentally or purposely knocked you off, your relatives would get 10 million for restitution. She's the leader of Group X, that terrorist organization. She was hiding and keeping low from the assassination attempts. Well, I hope she doesn't cause too much damage." The others were left with their mouths hanging as Y walked away. ======= “Yes, after she left, we had to tighten security just in case she was crazy enough to come back.” Yeontoo finished her remarks and put the folder with the rest. “She probably found a way of killing someone with just a kiss.” ======= Group X HQ Ryan knocked on MSR’s office door before entering. He was troubled about the ransom letter she had written previously. “Sweetheart, there’s something wrong with this letter,” said Ryan as he stood behind her and placed the letter in front of her. He noticed that she was still watching the war on Earth 1310, but she had muted it since the once peaceful protesters had become an incensed mob. She picked up the letter and read it. Group X When she finished, she put it down and asked, “What’s wrong with it?” She turned her attention to the TV again. Ryan pointed over her right shoulder, “You signed it dellyone. Not Cassie Ryan.” “Well, that’s my name too,” she answered. She heard a click behind her head. “Um… honey, what are you doing?” “I’m not your honey,” Ryan replied coldly. “dellyone was the previous commander. I would have thought you would remember the fifty rounds you put into her. Guards!” Six guards immediately entered through the door and another six through the secret door right behind them. “Take this imposter away. Cassie will take care of her when she comes back. Interrogation and dissection are her forte.” A guard pulled her away from the desk and slapped handcuffs on her. The imposter smiled as she watched the show. “Ryan take a look at the TV.” Ryan turned his attention to the TV and saw the angry crowd had dispersed and were dragging someone dressed in a robe. The only one left was the woman in the green jacket lying on the ground. Right before the camera crew followed the mob, a close up of the dead woman was shown. After reading the name on the blood-splattered jacket, the imposter announced happily, “Omega Team. Cassie “MSR” Ryan.” “Dammit. Take her away. I’ll deal with you later,” roared a pissed off Ryan. The imposter was escorted out of the room right before there was a single gunshot in MSR’s office. A manic smile appeared on the imposter’s face. MSR |
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