Dylflon
09-21-2003, 07:24 PM
Prologue: The Partisans United Building
A man in a grey delivery uniform weaves and dodges through the mass of people who inhabit the hallway of the Partisans United building. He carries a small package making a point of not jostling it around. A woman in a green sweater bumps into the man startling him.
“Excuse me.” She smiles politely and continues walking.
Three men in business suits crowd around a water cooler talking very loudly about the exploits of their weekend. As the deliveryman passes by, one of them turns and bumps into him knocking the package out his hands. An expression of pure horror crosses the deliveryman’s face as the box hurdles towards a man speaking on a cell phone. The man notices the box just in time and cradles his phone between his ear and shoulder and catches the package. He nods at the deliveryman, hands him the package, and continues walking.
The deliveryman reaches his destination. He approaches a large office with a nice hickory door. A gold bar on the door reads. “J. Manicotti”. The deliveryman enters the room and sees Mr. Manicotti having a heated discussion on the phone. The deliveryman hands him a clipboard with a release form clipped to it. Manicotti signs it while yelling at the person on the other end on the phone. The deliveryman nods and exits the room. His pace quickens as he moves through the hallway. He opens the doors to the stairs and begins to run. He brushes past a man carrying a brief case almost knocking him over.
“Hey watch where you’re going, pal!”
He runs down the stairwell, which seems to extend downward forever in one continuous spiral. Sweat drips from his brow as he goes into a panicked state. He thinks to himself that he’s never going to make it out in time but at least he didn’t take the elevator; with all those stops he’d never make it. He’s makes it to the 10th floor and keeps running. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he makes it down to the bottom floor.
He exits the stairwell and sprints through the lobby. Confused onlookers watch as he runs past and pushes the main doors open. He runs into the street pushing down a woman that gets into his way. A black sedan pulls up on the street. The deliveryman gets in and the vehicle speeds away.
Exactly ten seconds after the vehicle leaves, a giant explosion rips through the top floors and engulfs more than half of the building. The building topples over leaving only a few of the lower floors intact and demolishing four city blocks.
In the black sedan the deliveryman takes off his uniform. A woman in the passenger seat of the sedan looks back and says, “Good work.”
The deliveryman nods and takes off his shirt revealing a scar from a bullet wound in his left arm.
A man in a grey delivery uniform weaves and dodges through the mass of people who inhabit the hallway of the Partisans United building. He carries a small package making a point of not jostling it around. A woman in a green sweater bumps into the man startling him.
“Excuse me.” She smiles politely and continues walking.
Three men in business suits crowd around a water cooler talking very loudly about the exploits of their weekend. As the deliveryman passes by, one of them turns and bumps into him knocking the package out his hands. An expression of pure horror crosses the deliveryman’s face as the box hurdles towards a man speaking on a cell phone. The man notices the box just in time and cradles his phone between his ear and shoulder and catches the package. He nods at the deliveryman, hands him the package, and continues walking.
The deliveryman reaches his destination. He approaches a large office with a nice hickory door. A gold bar on the door reads. “J. Manicotti”. The deliveryman enters the room and sees Mr. Manicotti having a heated discussion on the phone. The deliveryman hands him a clipboard with a release form clipped to it. Manicotti signs it while yelling at the person on the other end on the phone. The deliveryman nods and exits the room. His pace quickens as he moves through the hallway. He opens the doors to the stairs and begins to run. He brushes past a man carrying a brief case almost knocking him over.
“Hey watch where you’re going, pal!”
He runs down the stairwell, which seems to extend downward forever in one continuous spiral. Sweat drips from his brow as he goes into a panicked state. He thinks to himself that he’s never going to make it out in time but at least he didn’t take the elevator; with all those stops he’d never make it. He’s makes it to the 10th floor and keeps running. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he makes it down to the bottom floor.
He exits the stairwell and sprints through the lobby. Confused onlookers watch as he runs past and pushes the main doors open. He runs into the street pushing down a woman that gets into his way. A black sedan pulls up on the street. The deliveryman gets in and the vehicle speeds away.
Exactly ten seconds after the vehicle leaves, a giant explosion rips through the top floors and engulfs more than half of the building. The building topples over leaving only a few of the lower floors intact and demolishing four city blocks.
In the black sedan the deliveryman takes off his uniform. A woman in the passenger seat of the sedan looks back and says, “Good work.”
The deliveryman nods and takes off his shirt revealing a scar from a bullet wound in his left arm.