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Crime of the century
The security had been a joke, Ryan slipped
slipped by all the patrols with ease thanks to his
blur suit. He paused to consult his map.
He couldn't believe his luck! His destination
was less than ten meters away.
He quickly worked to remove the ventilation
shafts grate pulled on his gas mask and climbed in.
If his sources were right... in only twenty
minutes, this shaft would be flooded
with toxic gasses.
Upon reaching the end, he removed
the grate and dropped to the floor.
"Great, a security door."
He hadn't expected internal security
to be an issue. He scanned the wall
but found no keypad or means of
unlocking or bypassing the door.
Just a small slit, the size of a cred chip.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" He grumbled
as he inserted his personal cred chip,
knowing full well the computer would
record his identity but what was the
point of such daring adventure if no one
knew what you did?
Upon transfer of of 100 creds, the door
Slid open.
There before him, was Ecka's personal
bathroom.
He checked his time... ten minutes left!
He had to work quickly!
He placed his bag on the floor and quickly
and permanently disabled the water
flow to the shower and sink.
Moving quickly to the toilet he lifted
the seat with his foot and got to work.
When he was finished, he lowered the
seat and stood back, admiring his work.
The sheet of cling wrap covering the
bowl of the toilet was nearly invisible.
In a final stroke of diabolical genius,
he removed all but one square of toilet
paper from the dispenser.
Five minutes left!
He quickly entered the vents to make
his escape.
No sooner than he had the vent cover
Secured, he heard the bathroom door
open and a drunken Ecka stumbled
in.
Quietly he hurried to his escape as Ecka
sat down, completely unaware of what
was in store for him.
The bathroom and vent were filled by
an unholy sound, and Ecka's sigh of
relief.
But relief turned to horror and the sigh,
to a scream as Ecka realised what had
happened...
slipped by all the patrols with ease thanks to his
blur suit. He paused to consult his map.
He couldn't believe his luck! His destination
was less than ten meters away.
He quickly worked to remove the ventilation
shafts grate pulled on his gas mask and climbed in.
If his sources were right... in only twenty
minutes, this shaft would be flooded
with toxic gasses.
Upon reaching the end, he removed
the grate and dropped to the floor.
"Great, a security door."
He hadn't expected internal security
to be an issue. He scanned the wall
but found no keypad or means of
unlocking or bypassing the door.
Just a small slit, the size of a cred chip.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" He grumbled
as he inserted his personal cred chip,
knowing full well the computer would
record his identity but what was the
point of such daring adventure if no one
knew what you did?
Upon transfer of of 100 creds, the door
Slid open.
There before him, was Ecka's personal
bathroom.
He checked his time... ten minutes left!
He had to work quickly!
He placed his bag on the floor and quickly
and permanently disabled the water
flow to the shower and sink.
Moving quickly to the toilet he lifted
the seat with his foot and got to work.
When he was finished, he lowered the
seat and stood back, admiring his work.
The sheet of cling wrap covering the
bowl of the toilet was nearly invisible.
In a final stroke of diabolical genius,
he removed all but one square of toilet
paper from the dispenser.
Five minutes left!
He quickly entered the vents to make
his escape.
No sooner than he had the vent cover
Secured, he heard the bathroom door
open and a drunken Ecka stumbled
in.
Quietly he hurried to his escape as Ecka
sat down, completely unaware of what
was in store for him.
The bathroom and vent were filled by
an unholy sound, and Ecka's sigh of
relief.
But relief turned to horror and the sigh,
to a scream as Ecka realised what had
happened...
Personal Log 44471212:0221
Yesterday was a horrible day. They don’t pay us enough for this kind of work. Some dimwit thought it would be a good idea to break into to the old man’s personal commode and ‘enhance’ it. The resulting mess was to be cleaned up by yours truly.
And clean it I did. The gods would be proud to use it themselves if they even had that need.
I didn’t even get paid overtime even though this job cut into my personal time. The corporation told me to do it or I could just not come in tomorrow. No one else was going to do it, and the corp. threatens me with termination? That is pathetic.
This rotten joker doesn’t know the problems they caused for the rest of us. Because I had to clean up the mess, my kids didn’t get to go to their yodeling classes. Which means their yodeling instructor didn’t get paid, which means the instructor’s payments to his travel agent won’t get paid. He is always talking about how he is always making payments and now he won’t be able to make these payments.
The rest of us suffer due to these jokers. I submitted an official arrest request with the marshal. Hopefully something comes of it. But I’m not keeping my hopes up.
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Yesterday was a horrible day. They don’t pay us enough for this kind of work. Some dimwit thought it would be a good idea to break into to the old man’s personal commode and ‘enhance’ it. The resulting mess was to be cleaned up by yours truly.
And clean it I did. The gods would be proud to use it themselves if they even had that need.
I didn’t even get paid overtime even though this job cut into my personal time. The corporation told me to do it or I could just not come in tomorrow. No one else was going to do it, and the corp. threatens me with termination? That is pathetic.
This rotten joker doesn’t know the problems they caused for the rest of us. Because I had to clean up the mess, my kids didn’t get to go to their yodeling classes. Which means their yodeling instructor didn’t get paid, which means the instructor’s payments to his travel agent won’t get paid. He is always talking about how he is always making payments and now he won’t be able to make these payments.
The rest of us suffer due to these jokers. I submitted an official arrest request with the marshal. Hopefully something comes of it. But I’m not keeping my hopes up.
end log