The Militia

"Hi, don't make me nervous okay?" Saffron smiled.

"We wont" Sabrina whispered, more to herself than anything.

[She was supposed to have attended Saffron's performance with Meriam, but after bumping into her earlier that day, she was not only scared of the young girl, but paranoid beyond reason of what she could be thinking regarding her exposed secret]

[She shuffled in her seat and looked about nervously, determined to stay hidden at the back of the bar]

Hi all, i was jsut wondering if i could still team up with "the militia" and become part of it. If most of you are one level i could try and become that level for Thursday.I really want to try R/P and it looks very fun .

((Good to have new blood and you are very welcome: THis thread is for Stories / In character tells... post on the "In Character Team Meet Up" Thread for Out of Character / Organisational issues!...

We are currently most in need of tanks/defenders/controllers in that order but please play whatever character you want. We meet Thurdsays 7-whenever every week and often less formally at other times. A good start will be to post your characters origins / background on this thread. Also, if you give your characters name, we can try and invite him to SG!))

Email from Meriam to Saffron:

Saff, you rock!

Your performance was just amazing - everybody was talking about it - and would you believe I heard two guys whispering about how you might be material for a record contract! You better take good care of that precious voice of yours!

We all had loads of fun - thanks so much for giving us the heads up on the gig - though I was a bit sad I didn't see Sabrina anywhere. There's something I would like to discuss with you about her, but in person, not by email!

Now, you better promise to give me your autograph once you've become a big star - don't you dare let the inevitable fame and stardom go to your head and forget all about your old friends from the Militia!

See you soon,

Love Meriam

Personal Entry:

I thought I might witness the Decibel Delights of that Audial Aphrodite, Amber Banshee.

What a fine voice. Wheras most of the audience, no doubt, were impressed by the mere sonic serenity of the performance, I found it sublime. The interplay between the energetics of mind and molecule... A serenity washed over me.

The normal overpowering nausea I have from my blurred senses, constantly aware of every shift of atom and energy, was calmed. I can only descibe what a witness as a harmonic hedonism, of senses and modality more than most humans could ever perceive.

I had forgotten that can of peace could ever exist.

Signing Off,

Force Commander

((aww. poor FC.. its kinda sad that he can't shut it out))

((Hence the wine/alcohol problem))

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Hi all, i was jsut wondering if i could still team up with "the militia" and become part of it. If most of you are one level i could try and become that level for Thursday.I really want to try R/P and it looks very fun .

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((Love to have you join us. Most of us are between 14 - 17 at the moment. Hope to see you soon. ))

July 10th
The Ship


Saffron had just finished her last song for the evening and was accepting loads of applause from the whole audience. As she was walking back- and then off-stage, Derek made his way through the chairs and tables and met her just as she emerged from the drapes.

"Great stuff Amb... Saffron, really. Damn girl I knew you had one hell of a voice but to hear you use it to sing instead of... you know. Wow!" Derek was much, much more cheerful than usual. Saffron also noticed the 'light' scent of alcohol that seemed to surround Derek.

Saffron went bright red and smiled "Thank you Derek, you really like it?"

"Hells yeah girl. You rock!" Derek gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, something that totally took Saffron by surprise. "You really deserve that record deal we've all been talking about." Saffron who didn't quite know what to think off the kiss and hug she got from Derek so she just went with it despite the blush that was turning her pale skin bright pink.

"Thanks D. ((Saff does the same)). That's really sweet of you."

"Hey, what can I say. I'm a lovable guy. And your music really does rock." Derek made a little stumble, only the slightest making him lose balance which he retained almost instantly. "But hey, I could sing your praises all day but I'll let you do the singing and while I'm busy not singing let's head over to our table, there's more of the guys waiting for you."

Derek took her hand and started wading through the tables and chairs to where the others were sitting. She noticed that his hand was gripping hers tightly and tried to compose herself before meeting the others. She couldn't work out why she was so excited. She put it down to post-performance nerves...


((Written with Dante))

[From its position on the bedsit table of a flashy Founders Falls penthouse overlooking the waterfront, a standard issue Militia cellphone comes to life with a series of insistent beeps. After a while, a soft and still sleepy female voice answers.]

"Hallo?"

[For a while, the line is silent. Then, a raspy hiss fills the void]

"How much is information about the whereabouts of Jessica Chang worth to you?"

"Who...who is this?"

"Does 100.000 grand sound reasonable to you?"

"Who...are you...and...how did you get this number?"

"You'd better shut up and listen lady...if you won't pay me for the info, I am sure others will - the Tsoo might be a good place to start!"

"No...please...if you have information...I'll pay!"

"Then I guess 200.000 grand would be no problem for you either..."

"It will...take time for me to raise the money..."

"You have time...all of 24 hours!"

"But..."

"24 hours or the info goes to the Tsoo lady!"

"I...okay...24 hours..."

"Good...and you better make it used notes..."

"And...you know where...where Jessica is?"

"Oh no...it's not going to be that easy for you...but I know of the location of a certain building in Independence Port where you can find useful information about her...if you can get by the Family guards and crack the safe that is..."

"But...how do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't...but I bet you're not in any position to turn my offer down given the odd chance that I could be the real thing..."

"Please...you have to give me something...how would the Family know anything about Jessica?"

"Well, it seems your precious little darling got herself into some trouble with the law, and that Family drugs were involved. So, luckily for you, they kept a little file on her, drawing on their sources within the Zig. I suppose that file could be quite useful for you - or for the Tsoo, whoever wants to find her first!"

"Okay...if it's true, it's worth the money...how...how do we make the exchange?"

"You know the King Garment Works? Be there behind the factory tomorrow night at 11..."

"How...how do I find you?"

"You don't...I find you!"

"But..."

"Just be there...and bring the money..."

"You'd better not be cheating me...if you are..."

"Don't make idle threats lady when we both know I could double the price and you'd still be wagging your tail. It only makes you seem even more pathetic than you already are!"

"B-..."

"Tomorrow night, 11, King Garment Works, 200.000 grand in used notes!"

[With that the line was cut off, and the woman stood silently, staring into the darkness while worriedly biting her lip. She knew she would not be getting any more sleep that night.]

"At last we couldn't save him"

"We at longbow regret to inform you that the hero in your service, known only as Hyper Drive, has slipped into a coma sometime last night"

"It appears that the headaches he was sufering were due to a type of programming that prevented him from accessing memories prior to his genetic modifications and anyhting leading him back to that time."

"We do not blame you, as your questions to him were probably only to get to know him better, rather than cause him pain. Its only human to enquire about a new friend. Just be known that this is not the first time this has happend to him, we ourselves sparked one before the milta recruited him"

"Until stated otherwise, Hyper Drive is not fit for duty, for obivous reasons. Do not worry we will do everything in our power to help him get back on his feet and reverse the programming!"


Ms. Liberty

[Half submerged in a bed or earth, Igor Noren-ko held up a book titled "Earth's Last Days: The Rikti Invasion" above his spectacles"

"I've heard about you" came a voice.

[Igor leapt out of the ground to see a giant Journere closing in on him]

"Likewise Ere, likewise"

[Ere snatched the book and glared at it intently]

"Is it true that you speak human Igor?"

"I speak English and French fluently"

"Why?"

"I.. I'm sorry?"

"You heard me! What is it about the humans that you love so? Have you forgotten about your own people?"

"Ere, pardon me for saying so, but you have no idea who I am or where my loyalty lies. Now I dont quite fancy your tone of voice.. if you're done interogating me, please leave me in peace"

[A deadthly silence whistled through the Alps]

"Look at you"

"I am Kroknia!"

"No Igor, you are tamed"

[Among the Journere ('Kroknia' in their tongue. Pronounced Crock-ne-ay) to be tamed is not only a great embarassment to the race, but also to the individual which most often resulted in exile or excecutions. To them, to be called 'tamed' is the greatest insult]

Story Of Captain Alaric

Origin: Unknow
Know powers : Martial Arts,Super reflexes
Hero name: Captain Alaric

The many years of being in the Longobw Armed forces had finaly taken its toll on Captain Alaric Peterson. Although he was only 25 he had shot through the ranks of Longbow amazingly fast.

He joined Longbow when he was 18 and became a captain when he was 20, at first he was having the time of his life but now after 5 years of fighting, mounds of paperwork and more fighting he had finally had enough.

So he set out to find a more fun filled and interesting profession. He tried various things including teaching, working in an office and being a magician. Of course he failed in all of these areas and so continoued his search.

One night after he was fired from his latest job alaric was walking around Kings Row when he heard a woman cry for help. He instinctivly ran towards the voice and as he approched he saw a woman being beaten by a couple of hellion thugs. He flung himself straight into the hellion thugs and using his immense martial art skills he flipped and spinned and kicked everywhere until the thugs were left like trash on the floor.

A great feeling suddenly came over him, just like the one he had when he first joined Longobw. After many days of deep thinking he decided that becoming a hero would be the obvious thing to do, because there was nothing else he was good at other than martial arts and fighting, and so he headed straight to Atlas park to begin his hero career.

"Imag konias-ta?" asked Igor. Unanchoring himself from the earth to reveal large monstrous paws "Imag-ne oka quisteros mika alnikos, ren konias-ta?"

[At a hundred and fifty-one years old, Ere was exactly seventy-one years older than Igor and almost twice his size. In human comparisons, Igor would be an eight year old and Ere fifteen. Yet, Igor's pride got the better of him]

"I'll ask you again you brainless nimwit. You've come all the way up here to insult me?"

[Ere laughed]

"Igor, you stand before me as if you wish to fight"

"Oh this is no fighting stance.. unless my very frame scares you"

"You know, you have a really big mouth for a kid your age"

"Like I said.. you have no idea who I am or what I am capable of"

[For several seconds, the two glared, waiting for the other to throw the first punch. Finally, Ere spoke]

"Watch your back"

[He wheeled around and marched off across the Alps, sinking into the snow until he was completely out of sight]

It was late afternoon when Saffron arrived at Dr Alexander’s workshop. The days since her live performance had passed in a rush. Even though she’d only performed three songs in her set, she’d been passed a card by some chap who had invited her to come to his recording studio some time. Although that had been exciting, she wasn’t sure whether it was that which had blown her mind that night.

As she stepped inside the cavernous warehouse in the Agosy estate, she saw Unit 29 spread out on a table. Literally spread out. Lying in pieces, she saw Dr Alexander sat at the enormous desk pouring over a thoroughly dismantled 29. If it hadn’t have been for 29’s head and torso being still in one piece, she would not have recognised him.

“What the hell happened!?” she cried as Dr Alexander looked up to greet her.

“Hello Miss Amber,” he said. “I’m afraid we had a bit of an accident here.”

“A bit of an accident?” she said incredulously. “It looks like he’s been to war!”

“In a way, you’re correct,” he said, returning to where he was working on 29’s leg. “We had a rather unexpected turn of events over the weekend, hence why I was unable to attend your performance.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it all started happily enough,” he continued. “On Friday I discovered that another one of the HAICUs had developed intelligent cognition. Unit 42 was becoming interested in his environment and was calculating abstract concepts.”

“How exciting,” said Saffron. “Where is he?”

“Ah, that would be why Unit 29 is in pieces in front of me,” said Dr Alexander with some reluctance. “I was glad to see another Unit becoming sentient but on examination it seems his neural net was very different to 29’s. It was much more unruly, almost wild as if it belonged to a wild animal of some sort. 29 was quite chuffed at first, he thought he was going to finally have a brother of sorts. However…”

“However…?”

“42 is not like 29 in any way it seems. While 29 was on downtime, it decided to plug itself into 29’s net and copied all the information within it. Rather than reading it all slowly as 29 did, 42 just took it all in one go. He went from being neophyte to expert in one download.”

“But why do that?” asked Saffron.

“Jealousy perhaps? In truth, I don’t know,” confessed Dr Alexander. “It seems that Unit 42 is a lot more, ahem, direct than 29. His neural net has evolved in a different pattern. He may have the same information as 29 but how he interprets it is very different. It’s certainly the only reason I can think of as to why he’d try and kill me.”

“He did what!?” said Saffron, surprised.

“Unit 42 is quite homicidal it seems,” stated Dr Alexander quite calmly. “He said that it was natural for the created to destroy the creator. If it hadn’t have been for 29 here stepping in, I’m fairly certain he would have squished me. 29 was able to fight him out to Independence Port and disable him but at great cost along the way.”

Saffron looked over the table where 29 lay dismantled. “Will he be ok?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” said the doctor, unfazed. “He’ll be up and around in no time. His jump drives are shot to pieces but I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with something, don’t you worry your little head about it.” He reached up and ruffled her ginger hair, much to her annoyance.

“What about Unit 42?” she asked. Dr Alexander shrugged.

“Hopefully lying at the bottom of the sea. I should get a dredger and find him sometime but I think poor old 29 requires my attention more don’t you think?”

Saffron nodded in agreement. As the doctor resumed his repair work, she picked up Unit 29’s static face. Maybe it was just the light, but he looked tragically sad.

Email from Saffron to Meriam.
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Hi there. Thought I’d drop you a line as I didn’t get to speak to you much last night. How are things?

I don’t know how to say this but there was this phone call last week. Between you and Sabrina. I think a lot of us heard it but I didn’t want to bring it up in company. I saw that you and Sabrina were chatting last night when I came but I didn’t want to interrupt you.

We whooped that freak’s [censored] big time last night though didn’t we? I was real scared though. I am in big trouble though. My friend Rebecca is furious that we took him on. She’s been wanting a piece of him for ages now.

I do hope you are ok. But if you want to come and chat, you know where I am.


Saffron

Email from Meriam to Saffron:

Hi Saff,

I was so happy to see your mail - it came and cheered me up just as I was feeling down!

As it happens, I accidentally overheard your conversation with Sabrina too, and since then I've been walking around in circles over whether to tell her or not and, if so, how to do it without just making her run off on me. We did get to speak last night in the base, but it was a bit awkward as there were so many others around, so I didn't quite manage to explain myself to Sabrina properly. Come to think of it, I don't seem to be able to explain myself even to myself, if you can follow. This is all so new and weird for me - I guess being a stupid teenager just really sucks sometimes, eh?

Anyway, now Sabrina knows that I know, but not how I feel about it - I hope she will give me a call so we can meet and talk it over.

On the subject of teenagers and romance, is there something going on between you and Derek? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I do think he's a really cool guy, so you could do much worse for yourself - as could he!

And Wow! - as you say, fighting that monster last night was the craziest thing I've ever done - perhaps leaving aside that time when we fought that giant robot in Kings. I was really glad you admitted to being scared too - I thought it was just me - my knees were trembling - he was one scary dude - your friend Rebecca would probably not feel too bad about missing out on him if she knew how creepy he was!

Thanks for cheering me up - I would love to go out for a cup of tea and a heart-to-heart.

See you soon,

Love Meriam

"Davod here, who's speaking?"

[Sabrina was caught by surprise, she had been expecting Meriam to answer the call. She hesistated]

"Hello? Yu-hoo anybody there"

"Davod, gimme the phone. I told you I was expecting a call"

"Theres no one there anyway"

[Meriam collected the reciever]

"Sabrina?"

"Meriam.. I.."

[It sounded like she was choking on her own voice, she had been crying]

"Are you okay?" Meriam was suddenly terrified, she knew Sabrina as a brave warrioress, certainly not the type to cry. "Oh god, I'm so sorry about yesterday, if I've upset you"

"No, you dont have to worry about that. You were'nt exactly supposed to find out, and I had no real plans for us to get involved.. it's just a crush.. I'm.. you know.. I'm sorry for.. I mean, as you said you're still just a kid"

"I..this has all just been so difficult for me. You know, I got sick from the plague, then my best friend from the Militia hates me, then it turns out you don't.. and I...I...have all these strange thoughts going on...and I've...I've just been so confused"

[Meriam uttered a frustrated sigh, ushering in a long awkward silence]

"So er, wanna go shopping later this week?" Meriam said, mainly to break the tension.

"That would've been great, you know, to forget all of this, but erm.." Sabrina's voice broke down once again. "I'm calling from the John F. Kennedy airport.. I'm being 'escorted' back to China by US Marshals"

"What? Why?"

"Theres been an investigation on the murder of Shin Kimone and I'm apparently the number one suspect.. the Ministry doesn't want this exposed so they're keeping it all hush hush"

[Meriam was speechless]

"If I'm found guilty, I may be gone for a very long time.. Promise me you'll tell the others?"

[A suited man approached the payphones]

"Ms. San, it's time to go"

[As the call was suddenly disconnected, a stunned Meriam put down the receiver - her dark eyes staring blankly into the air, trying to fight back the tears. As Davod approached, she ran off to her room, whispering to herself in dismay]

"Oh Sabrina...what have you done...why do you have to make me feel this way...What..what am I going to do..."

[Meriam cuddled up on her bed, crying softly.]

((Written with Lotus X))

It was late at night as Lady Cobra finally returned to her expensive Founders Falls penthouse.

She locked the door behind her and proceeded to the main living room. With a sigh, she found rest in her favourite armchair, crossing her legs and pulling off the mask as she sat down. She was tired, battered and bruised - the trolls had hit hard, and their numbers had seemed endless, but at last the congregation of heroes having asked for her help had succeeded in bringing the reign of the troll leader to an - at least temporary - end.

The main reason for her state of fatigue and discomfort was, however, not the impact of the trolls' fists but rather the mental and emotional beating she had taken from the night's events with regard to her lost daughter, Jessica.

First there had been the lead from the mysterious caller, and the subsequent meeting at the abandoned factory grounds in Kings Row. She had gone there suspecting a trap and prepared for the worst, but surprisingly the caller had proven true to his word, and she had willingly exchanged the agreed amount of money for information about the location of the building that was said to house a safe containing a Family dossier on Jessica.

She had wasted no time and gone directly to the office building after a brief change of clothes. She had chosen stealth over power and had entered the building disguised as a cleaning lady, thus succesfully making her way to the office with the safe. It had been inhabited by a Mr. Benedetti - a bulky man in a white suit and with an impressive scar adorning the left side of his face. At first, he had seemed pleasantly surprised to be disturbed by the attractive cleaning lady, and - quite as she had expected - had been far too busy giving her the eye-over to notice her locking the door behind her. His emotions had soon turned towards first displeasure, then intense agony as she had introduced him to the effects of a perfectly executed wrist-lock. It had not been too difficult to persuade him to open the safe for her.

The file, however, had been a disappointment. It had contained no detailed information about Jessica, except for a reference that a person suspected of possibly being Jessica Chang was rumored to have escaped from Tsoo captivity and then been arrested in connection with a drug-bust. The file did, however, also contain the address and number of a Mr. Po, who was stated as willing to pay for any information about the whereabouts of Jessica Chang.

The recollection of that name had sent a shiver down her spine - Mr. Po was the one that had sought her out after the failed rescue attempt; the one that had threatened to kill Jessica - the one that had driven her out of town all those years ago. Her hands trembling slightly, she had hid away the address and then used her knowledge of pressure points to quickly put Mr. Benedetti to sleep before quietly made her way out of the building without arousing any suspicion.

She had changed back into costume, determined to confront Mr. Po straight away, but then the call for help against the troll leader had come, and she had abandoned her own quest - in part also, she had to admit, out of realisation that she needed to approach Mr. Po with more caution and possibly with the help of others - perhaps even the Militia.

Her decision to help in the fight against the troll leader had rendered its own reward, albeit a somewhat frustrating and concerning one. Who was the strange blonde girl who had recognised her and claimed to be a US Marshall? Why did she refer to her under the name Ms. Chang - a name that still triggered butterflies in her stomach and that she had discarded so many years ago? Why did she refuse to help, if she really knew like she claimed that Jessica was still alive and had escaped the Tsoo? What was her words again? "I'm sorry Ms. Chang, but my position as US Marshall does not allow me to reveal any information about the Jessica Chang investigation." What was this Jessica Chang investigation? If the girl was telling the truth, she definitely knew something more than she had been willing to reveal, and her parting remark that Jessica had been seen in connection with a Family establishment in the Rogue Isles was something that would need to be checked up on.

Lady Cobra sighed and bit her lip. Frustrating as her situation seemed right now, she did feel that a breakthrough might be under way. She would have to find out more about this strange US Marshall claiming to know of Jessica, and then she would have to seek out allies in order to confront Mr. Po.

"Dnnggg....Dnnnggg...Dngggg..."

The periodic sound of something hitting the floor was interrupted by a sudden "ow" followed by what sounded like a rather nasty crash.

Davod flung open the door to his sister's room, which she had carelessly forgotten to lock before her experiment. He stared in disbelief at his big sister, who was sitting on the floor rubbing what looked like a nasty bump forming on her forehead.

"Meriam, what are you doing?"

Startled, the girl known to the world as the Masked Angel looked at her kid brother.

"Davod...you...frightened me...I thought everyone was out..."

"Nah...just came in to grab some food, but...what are you doing?"

"Oh...just testing these new boots...Ex...eh...Extrisity made them for me..."

"Oh he did, did he? Well if he ever shows his ugly mug around here, I'll show him exactly where he can stuff them..."

"You better be nice D, or he just might decide to zap you in that big behind of yours...even with Ex's accuracy, that should make it out for a hitable target"

"What's so special about those boots anyway?"

"Well...they have all this fancy tech stuff built in...they're supposed to make me jump real far and high..."

"In that case Sis, isn't it a bit daft trying them out in here?"

Meriam rubbed the bump on her forehead once more, and nodded slowly.

"You may have a point D...I suppose that was bound to happen sooner or later...and in any event, I think these boots need a little more working on before they're ready for Militia use, or perhaps it's just me needing some more practise, but that's certainly not going to be in here! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call Ex"

"You tell him I'm watching him, okay..."

"Oh grow up D...and get out of here will you..."

((Written with quasi-permission from Dutch))

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I don’t know how to say this but there was this phone call last week. Between you and Sabrina.

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((Apologies, these are the kind of stupid mistakes I make writing when very tired. I hope that it's obvious that I meant the conversation between Saffron and Sabrina, not the way I wrote it. Sorry everyone. ))

((The story looks good enuff for me so no worries ))

[Mer'de returned to the French Alps to see his brother, only to be intercepted by Ere.]

"What are you doing here?" He demanded in the aggressive language of Journe.

"None of your business, do you mind getting out of my way?"

"You left your people without notice or permission. You, the so-called 'chosen' have been exiled" Ere spoke with a satisfying grin.

"Until I hear that from the highest, I refuse to believe you"

"Well here he comes Mer'de" he spat the last word, mocking the title.

[The 'highest' was ten times the size of Mer'de and ten times his senior. In the crystaline matrix of the Alpine caves, the giant monsters looked even larger as each wall reflected a painted image.]

"Mer'de" he said, his voice roaring through the hollow mountains. "Journere, you live to protect that which you cherish most.. and you have chosen the humans"

Noting the sadness upon Mer'de, he adds, "Do not be disheartened my dear boy, for when the time comes, you will be savior of all of Earth"

Ere laughed loudly, noticing the glares in his direction he quickly pulled himself together.

"Speak" he commanded softly.

Mer'de was close to tears. "Thank you Man'ere"

[With a slight smile, the 'highest' wheeled around and ascended up a slope, heading for the surface]

"Come child, there is something I wish to show you"

Email from Saffron to Meriam
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Hey! Did you hear the news? Sabrina’s been arrested! I got this message from the Ministry saying that she’d been deported! For like, crimes in her home country or something. I can’t believe it! I’ve been watching the news for any mention but it seems to have been hushed up. What should we do? The poor girl.

On other things, glad you’re ok. That drink and a chat is available any time. I may need it soon myself. D’s sweet an all but he seemed a bit drunk when he came to the open mike so I’m not sure if he’s actually interested or was just a bit tipsy that night. It’s not like I get chatted up very often.

Did you get a chance to check out that bear guy as well? He looks scary but his fur’s really soft. Real strong too it seems, I saw him pull apart a couple of zombies with his bare hands. I don’t think I’d want to annoy him, cuddly or not. Seems like the Ministry is sending a few new reinforcements to us these days.

Oh, and do you know who’s been eating all the food at the base? I went there the other day and the cupboard was empty although I could’ve sworn it was full last week.

See you soon.


Saff

July 19th.
Atlas Park.
A payphone

"Hi yess it's me, Derek"

"Yeah I'm fine, you?"

"Oh really? What a jackass... You want me to knock him out for ya?"

Derek laughs. "Yeah I know, I'm just jokin' ya."

"Yeah I know, I know. But listen... I'm going away tomorow mornin'...."

"Yes, me. I'M going away..."

"With drummond..."

"California..."

"No I'm not going away to get a tan. Drums crew is holding some sort of music/biker festival kinda thing."

"Yeah. He wanted me to come. Be like the old days, hopefully without breaking into peoples homes and breaking stuff."

"Yes sis. I will be carefull."

"No Drums won't get me into trouble."

"Yes I love you too. I'll call you when I get there. We ride out tomorow. Oh and sis? Do you know where I can buy a Harley at this hour?"

Laughter "Didn't think so either. I'll call Drums and ask him to fix something up for me."

"Love you. Bye..."

Derek hangs up, lights up a joint and walks of towards Drummonds crib.