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Ryan Experienced Slider Posts: 409 (11/26/00 10:37:07 pm) Reply  |
Epilogue Six: BritSlider
Yeontoo finished her comments and placed the file on the growing stack to be filed away. "Hun, I'm finished with my lunch. Tell the cook it was excellent. The best ever. Green is better than blue." Yeontoo piled everything on the center of the serving tray to make it easy for the maid. "Yes, ma'am. Anything else?" asked the maid as she walked to Yeontoo's desk. "No. You can go now." Yeontoo saw that the TV program from Earth 1310 was getting interesting. The hero had disguised himself in a brown robe and joined a group of peace activists who were picketing on the border of a war zone. He recognized his antagonist hiding behind a crate and the hero waited for his opportunity to strike. Yeontoo scanned the bank of monitors to see if SE and DMD had finally reappeared on the surface of this world. She frowned since she saw no signs of them. "I hope they can find their way out. Maybe there isn't a treasure or that map MSR gave SE didn't have the correct directions." Several scenarios played out in Yeontoo's mind as to the duo's whereabouts. The maid picked up the serving tray and walked straight into a small end table. "Monkey! Owwww…. Monkey! I thought I would have remembered that. I've only run into it a dozen times." Yeontoo glanced at the maid's direction. "Don't fret, you'll remember it soon. See you later for a late dinner. I've got a lot of work here." "Okay, Y. See you later." She quickly made her way out of Y's office. Yentoo turned her attention back to the TV. "Hmm… this could take a while. I'll do another file." She opened up the next one. BritSlider Team: Omega Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Glasses? No Have you ever used a timer?: No Name 3 adjectives that best describes yourself:
In a few words, tell us why you would like to be the 5th Slider. I see myself as being the voice of calm and logic in a group that makes far too many decisions based on emotions. Date and order voted off: 10-18-2000, 5th of 10 auditioners ======= September 18, 2000 Omega team stood huddled together, wondering what their next move should be. In the space of half an hour they had gone from being happily tucked up in bed, to being stuck with no food, water or shelter! At least things couldn't get any worse tonight; they hoped. "Okay people," said Tex, taking charge of the situation. "We have to try and reclaim as much of our equipment as we can; some of that stuff is just too valuable to lose!" "But how do we get past the rats?" asked MSR. The team all stood, lost in thought for a moment. "I know," said Brit, "We'll have to burn them out!" "Burn them out?" queried Vortex Master. "How do you propose to do that?" "It's simple, in essence," began Brit. "Tex and I are easily capable of making new torches. So all we need to do is sneak back to camp and burn down the food hut with all the rats still inside. Hopefully then we should be able to recover most of our equipment." "Not to mention all our food and water!" put in TimeFluxEMC2. "Ah, negative on that ol' buddy," said Tex. "That stuff is all going to be contaminated by now. There's a little thing called Vial's Disease that you can catch from rat urine and you can bet that no-one wants any of that!" MSR wrapped the blanket around her closer; the moonlight shining brightly off of its reflective surface. "Are you sure it's worth the hassle? Why don't we just set up camp elsewhere and start again?" Brit gave her a wan smile. "I'm going back for my knife; no way am I leaving that behind if we're going to be stuck here for the next few months." "Yeah, and I want my laptop back; those things cost a fortune!" said Flux. "Back down the stream it is then people," said Tex, as he started re-tracing his steps. "At least we know the way back." The team followed the stream back the way they had come, only this time at a slightly more leisurely pace. As they got nearer to their former camp, Tex and Brit took the time to make a couple of new torches. Within minutes they had the first wisps of flame and so set about their task. They approached the food hut, from inside which they could hear the gnawing sounds that could only be the rats munching on their hard found food stores! "We'll have to grab everything quickly," whispered Tex. "We won't have much time once the rats realise they're kitchen is on fire!" Brit nodded agreement and the two of them touched the torches to the base of the food hut. The dry leaves quickly caught aflame and the two arsonists quickly rushed to gather as much stuff as they could. Throwing everything they could find into the green container, they hurried back to the edge of the woods, dodging a number of flaming, furry rodents as they burst from the hut; which was now nicely ablaze. Once back with the rest of the group, they decided not to hang around and watch the destruction of their former camp. They set off around the coast, looking for a suitable place to start over again. "Did you manage to rescue any of our stuff?" asked MSR. "We'll see what we've got when we're a bit further away," replied Tex. Vortex Master was about to suggest that Tex and Brit should have brought a few of the barbequed rats with them for food, but decided that suggestion wouldn't go down too well right now. They walked for another hour, before finding a place they thought would be suitable. It was a little cove; sheltered from the wind for the most part, and blessedly free from any animal tracks. "I think this will do for now," said Flux. "Time to break out the supplies and see what we've got." Brit and Tex emptied the container onto the sand. They did a quick inventory and found that they had recovered the flashlight, stew pot, 2 spoons, spatula, skewer, and two more of the blankets. In addition to which, they made sure to get all the luxury items as well. Flux rushed forward to grab his laptop. "Hey! There are bite marks on here! Boy that pisses me off!" The rest of the team smiled, at least they had managed to reclaim some of their stuff. MSR seemed a little worried though. "This isn't so great. We've lost the fish hooks and the matches." Brit placed a hand on her shoulder. "Not to worry my dear, that's why I made sure not to leave my knife behind." With that, Brit started to unscrew the top of the hollow handle on his knife. "You'd be surprised how much you can fit in these things," he said as his brought out a number of small plastic bags. One of them contained five 'lifeboat' matches, guaranteed to stay alight even in the strongest of winds, and another had a length of nylon with a couple of fish hooks attached to it. "Good ol' military training Brit," laughed Tex. "What other wonders have you got in there?" "All will be revealed in the fullness of time, my boy," Brit smiled back at him. "At least you kept hold of your watch, what's so special about that anyway?" "All in the fullness of time!" replied Tex, producing laughter from the whole team this time. "Okay guys," said MSR, "I figure we've only got a few more hours until dawn. Let's get what rest we can before the sun comes up. Then we can start to rebuild our camp." The others all agreed that this was the best idea, and made themselves as comfortable as they could on the sandy shore. "Say, you guys," Vortex Master said. "Whatever happened with the challenge?" "There'll be time for that in the morning," yawned Brit. "Goodnight John-Boy." ======= October 18, 2000 Yeontoo hung the sign on the totem pole as the remaining Omegas stood around to see who had been voted off. It was Brit's name on the sign. The last Omega vote had just taken place, the last Alpha vote had taken place last week. Now the final 5 elite auditioners would combine into one team. "Sorry, Brit, but MSR and I have an alliance," replied Tex as he put his hand on Brit's shoulder. "We should have won that last challenge. I tried arguing, but it was not in our favor. It kills me for voting you off," said a dejected MSR. Brit smiled. "I understand. It's only a game and I had fun with our mascot. Good luck to you two. I hope one of you wins and becomes the 5th Slider." The mention of their mascot made all three smile. "I guess we won't find out what you had in the hollow handle of your knife," commented Tex. Brit had a mischievous smile on his face. "Well, I know." All three began to laugh. "MSR, a word with you," said Yeontoo as she tapped her on the shoulder. "Sure thing," replied MSR as she followed her out of earshot of the others. "MSR, I don't want to catch you sleeping," said an irritated Yeontoo. "I wasn't sleeping that long. I don't know enough about World War II to answer knowledge question 3 so I took a nap. I was up late last night," MSR shot back. "Very well," Yeontoo answered as she heard a phone ringing. MSR took the opportunity to go back to her teammates. Yeontoo opened the ringing cell phone. "Yes sur. That makes Vortex62, Missing Slider Ryan, Slider8, DieselMickeyDolenz, and Sabre Edge the final 5. Yes sur, the Elite of the Elite. ...new name of the team sur? I didn't .... yes sur, Elite Team is a perfect name. Where sur? Um... either the booby trapped ruins, or the bear and bat cave. Yes sur, they'll have to vote on it I guess sur." ======= October 27, 2000 Brit had deep cuts on his arms and legs, but the pain didn't register in his mind anymore. Dried blood and mud covered his wounds now. He had discarded his shirt and caked his body with mud to better camouflage himself. He had brutally dispatched ten of his prey, but there were more. He had almost reached his wit's end and had grown weary of the hunt. Seeking refuge atop a tree, he opened up the hollow of his knife for the last time and took out the last of the bags. "If I die now, then I'll take as many of you with me," he murmured as he mixed up the contents of the bags together. He shoved the mixture into a short piece of bamboo. He stopped moving when he heard twigs crackling all around him. He was surrounded, but it didn't matter now because he was ready. After igniting his last "lifeboat" match, Brit jumped down from the branch and landed on the ground. He was correct, there was nowhere to run - every avenue of escape was blocked. "You are the best that has done this hunt," said the man in charge. "This is your last hunt," responded a smiling Brit as he lit the vine attached to the bamboo. ======= Yeontoo couldn't believe her eyes. "Brit made gunpowder!" she exclaimed as she read the detailed report on the next page. "He took out another twenty with the blast. That makes it thirty that he killed. Boy, he truly was ruthless. Hmm… since he didn't specify the name of the charity as the next of kin, I get to keep the money as per my request. At this rate, I can retire in luxury in a few more years." Yeontoo looked through several photographs showing the gruesome scenes of Brit's handiwork. A wicked smile appeared on her face. "Fascinating. He lasted the longest of them all. He'll go down in the annals as one of the best." She finished her comments just as the action started heating up on the TV. She quickly closed the file and placed it on the stack with the others that were now finalized. Yeontoo watched intently as the antagonist called a cease-fire that allowed her the chance to gather more recruits for her badly outnumbered side. She waited a couple of minutes then picked up her papers and walked to the picketers. "Dude, you better not miss because this is your only chance. She's done this before and it's the only time when she's vulnerable." Yentoo was at the edge of her seat, the suspense was killing her. As the enemy approached the hero, he took the safety off his weapon, hidden underneath his robe. As she passed out propaganda flyers, the hero confirmed her identity by the logo on her green jacket. As she handed the hero a paper, she saw the flash of recognition in his eyes, but she was too slow on the trigger. She managed to get off a couple of rounds as she was hit with multiple rounds then crumpled to the ground. The hero too fell to the ground as her bullets hit with deadly accuracy. Yeontoo applauded the conclusion of the program. "Whoo Hoo! Yes, scratch one conspirator. The good guy wins again. He dies, but he wins at the end. Good show." She turned off the TV so she could concentrate on the rest of her work. This certainly put her in an extremely good mood. Missing a few neurons Ryan |
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