Posted by TT on 12/5/2007, 1:23 pm, in reply to "Re: Part 2 Symulent Wars"
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Watson felt they were making progress now. A path was now clearly visible through the paper and Holmes had found much of what remained was duplicate scrawl from cases already consigned to the shredder. After carefully manoeuvring several boxes onto the remaining stacks that had even managed to turn the fan on without sending a storm of paper into the hall.
“I surmise Watson another half an hour and our task will be complete. We may even be able to enjoy some of this glorious weather before...”
There was a crash outside. Watson stood up sharply and knocked over his chair, sending the piles streaming over the floor of the office once again. Holmes disappeared into the hallway.
At one end a young man was frantically gathering piles of fallen laser discs while an older women poised over him shouted down another passageway at an unseen person.
“Lestrade! Lestrade get back here and help pick these up…Lestrade I’m talking to you.”
“I think we better find out what’s going on Watson.” Said Holmes already striding down the corridor. Watson looked forlornly at the scattered paperwork and sighed.
“I suppose the paperwork can wait another hour.” He stepped delicately over the piles “I was about to overheat anyway.”
They found Lestrade in the empty locker room wrenching at one of the locked draws containing riot kit. As they entered she backed up and kicked the drawer with such force that the metal crumpled sending the draw springing out like an arrow. As she looked up her face was as white as chalk and her eyes blazed. Holmes reached out a hand.
“Lestrade.”
“He threatened him Holmes, he actually threatened Watson.” Her voice was thick with emotion, and she was shaking with anger.
“Lestrade you must calm down. Who threatened Watson.”
“Howsett, some bigwig from the Law Council, he actually threatened to have him wiped. And he made me…” Lestrade stopped and pressed a hand firmly against her forehead.
Holmes tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she shook him off and starting pulling the riot armour out of the drawer. Holmes grabbed the gear and forced it down, she looked up furious but he stared back hard into her eyes.
“Lestrade as I live and breathe no-one will lay a finger on Watson, now what happened?”
“They want me to…” Lestrade dropped her gaze to the armour and passed a hand across her mouth. “They want me to look after a Mechamide.”
“Pardon me?” Holmes looked confused, Lestrade pulled the armour out from under his hand and tugged it over her head. Holmes turned to Watson.
“Watson, what is a Mechamide?”
“They are the most extreme form of Sybotism Holmes, mechanics and biomechanics working as one in a body beyond conventional medicine. Whereas Syborgs and Simulents are basically a human body with mechanical parts attached via a series of adapters and enhancers fixed to nerve endings a Mechamide is over seventy percent machine, usually with only skin and enough internal organs to keep the brain alive and functioning.”
“I hate them” Lestrade strapped her body armour shut and unhooked her riot helmet from her locker.
“There was a riot when I was a rookie, the last time talks on Biomechanical rights where held, a lot of Mechamides and Semi Mechamides on the streets, a lot of anti bio yobs milling round looking for trouble and groups of policemen caught slap bang in the middle. It was like the world went crazy; both sides rioted on the streets. People literally got pulled to pieces by the Half Lifes, shot in the crossfire and hit with anything that came to hand as a weapon. It was carnage.”
“Things could be different now.”
“It’ll never change, people don’t change those…things don’t change. Where ever they go trouble is never far behind.” Lestrade slapped her weapon hard into the holster and yanked a heavy jacket over the body armour. Holmes watched her but said nothing.
“I have to go to a debriefing on the security arrangements and certain groups that it would be wise to steer the thing clear of. I see you two later.” She headed for the door.
“Lestrade.” Beth stopped at the door but didn’t turn.
“Bring your visitor to 221b later today. My residence still seems to be something of a curiosity to guests from overseas, and I think it would help you to be in familiar surroundings.” Beth nodded but said nothing and walked out into the corridor, the door slid shut behind her.
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: There was only darkness, the muggy heavy kind,
: the kind only achieved by a power cut when
: you are on your own and you’ve just finished
: your entire collection of scary movies. Her
: fingers found and felt the fabric on her
: face for the umpteenth time that morning,
: it’s texture rough and it’s warm folds
: strangely comforting, she rubbed at the two
: concave dents in it’s surface.
: “Don’t scratch dear.” The vaguely Scottish
: accent again and her hand was gently, but
: firmly pulled from the cloth.
: “Sorry.”
: “And don’t apologise, the doctor nearly
: cuffed my hands behind my back when I had
: mine done. What colour are you changing
: yours to?”
: “I’m not, they’ll be blue…again.” There were
: tuts this time.
: “Blues boring if you don’t mind me being so
: bold, now purple, with gold flecks now
: that’s in this season, or maybe it’s gold
: with purple flecks…”
: Tessa let the babble wash over her for a
: while, the nurse had already been in with
: two injections and Peter had come too before
: she sent him somewhere to sleep with the
: promise that Professor Moriarty was finally
: gone from both their lives.
: Gone
: She rolled the words over her tongue and
: round her head one more time.
: Gone
: Moriarty was gone. The sense of elation was
: damped down by all the painkillers in her
: system but it was still there fluttering
: like the butterfly of hope at the back of
: her mind. However so was the grief. She
: reached over and for the hundredth time
: found the smooth curve of the jar next to
: her bed, the Professor wasn’t the only thing
: that was gone.
: Gone
: Her eyes.
: Gone.
: They had taken them out earlier waking her
: up just long enough to ask for permission to
: remove damaged right one as well as the
: decimated left. She’d given it almost
: immediately after all what good was an
: one-eyed sky boarder. Ex sky boarder. She
: tuned back into the conversation in time to
: hear.
: “…or green, they won’t have started them off
: just yet you still have time to change
: your…”
: “I like blue.” It was more snappish than she
: had intended. There was a pause.
: “Okay, blue’s…nice. I’ll just go and change
: the bandages on Mrs Patterson shall I and
: then we’ll get the doctor over to fit the
: VAU before we sedate you for a nice little
: sleep.” The nurse bustled away. The Visual
: Aid Unit, great she couldn’t wait, a black
: strip of moulded plastic they bolted to your
: face to interpret the world around and keep
: the nerves and brain active while the eye’s
: where being grown. Why didn’t they just
: strap a ‘kick me’ sign to her back and be
: done with it.
: She fingered the metallic jar one more time
: before sweeping it off and onto the floor
: with a loud clang.
: “Hey there, you’ll want to keep these.”
: There was the sound of footsteps next to the
: bed, one had a strange metallic quality as
: it hit the cold tiles of the floor. She
: heard the gentle scrapping of the jar being
: lifted up and slid back onto the table
: beside her.
: “Let me guess another nurse.” Tessa didn’t
: know where the words were coming from she
: didn’t feel angry, but then again she didn’t
: feel her legs too well either with all the
: drugs.
: “Na I don’t have the patience to nurse angry
: little nut jobs like you back to health, I’d
: swing at them after about a minute.” Tessa
: snarled.
: “Listen you, I’ve just had my eyes taken out
: and I’m not feeling in the best of moods
: right now.” The voice went silent for a
: minute.
: “Still got feeling in your hands.”
: “Why…hey.” Fingers grabbed her hands and
: forced her arm upwards until they came in
: contact with something hard and cold and
: then proceeded to drag them down and then
: across metal then back and across flesh. It
: was over so quickly that Tessa didn’t have
: time to react and as the hand let go she
: flex her fingers and stared shocked in the
: direction of the speaker.
: “What the hell was that you just put my hand
: on?” She demanded rubbing her fingers to try
: and get rid of the strange order of
: sensations.
: “That.” Said the speaker with an air of
: authority “Was my face.”
:
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: Ok first go at posting a story on the
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: board - I make no apologies for spelling
: mistakes or grammer as I'm aware I suck at
: both. Also be warned this story will get
: darker before the end and the opinions
: expressed are not neccessarily the opinions
: of the author but are raised as part of the
: story. M can remove it or edit it if she
: doesn't find it suitable.
:
: Those of you who have been following this
: have waited a long time - Enjoy.
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