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Alright folks. The sequel’s done. I got some positive feedback last time and some requests to be guest stars. This may not be as good as the original, but it's kind of hard to keep the story within the forums without turning it into a real cop story. But I digress. Here it is. Enjoy.
EDIT: The part in red was written by un gato, the new co-author of B-NET.
The story you are about to hear is fake. The names of the participants have not been changed. These are the stories of the B.NET forum :
[color=yellow] B-NET [/color]
As I approached the forum's open link I noticed Ruze passed out beside the Webmaster, with two imaginary half-empty whiskey bottles by their side. The air of familiarity was helpful; I didn't like this forum. It was ,of course, New Mombasa. The force had sent me there to scout out new talent. My old partner, flamechu had left. I didn't blame him. He had an Alienware to take care of. I began my search.
I started scouring the mindless threads for someone with at least a shred of intellingence. It was hard. Like finding a needle on the bottom of the ocean. But I had contacts. Back in my early days, I was a New Mombasian. Outspoken. Flame-happy. Couldn't spell. But a wise member took me under his wing. Did me a favor. Showed me the ropes to posting. He was Eagle 117. And I was back to return the favor. I finally found him in one of his well researched theory threads.
"Eagle", I posted.
"Yeah?"
"I need your help."
"Why?"
"HQ sent me. They're tracking down one of their own. Shishka's gone mad. "
After rounding up Chaplain, Eagle, and VII Toast, I gave them the lowdown.
"Well, it appears as if Shishka's finally cracked. The spammers drove him off the deep end. Got a PM from Frankie. Shish hasn't come to work in 4 days. He's operating from his home PC. Abusing his mod powers. Spamming. Flaming. He's bad cop now and we have to set him straight or take him down. It won't be easy. Flame, and he ninjafies you. Say the wrong thing, you're gone. It's risky. You guys up to it?"
"Yeah." was the unanimous reply.
I found my old buddy Twitch666 messing around in the Flood. Good kid, but his jokes were older than Maka's mom. I asked him where we could find ol' Shishka. He told me to contact frag u. frag u told me to cantact Celenon. Celenon wouldn't say anything. Seems Shish was scaring everyone. All afraid of being banned. But I wasn't scared. Neither were my deputies. We had a job to do. And it had to be done now.....
[color=red] We knew that we had to tread lightly; one word to Shishka and we could be gone. We also knew that we couldn’t approach him directly; his new minions from New Mombasa would overwhelm us. We needed help, but we didn’t need to look for it. It found us.
Suddenly, there was a PM at my door. I walked over to it, unsure of who it could be; when I opened it, no one was around. Something caught my eye. There was a small envelope on the ground. I picked it up and looked it over; there was nothing on it to tell who it came from. I slit opened the top and pulled out the message inside, which simply said “Meet me in The Library at 4:00 tomorrow. I have a proposition for you.”
I was stumped; who would have sent this? It could be a trap, so I called Obbiquiet over to have a look at it. He was used to bandying words, and should know what to make of this. When he arrived, I handed him the note. He read it, turned it over, and help it up to a light, finally handing it back. “I don’t think the sender means harm; were it Shiska, he would have banned you already. Still, you should be cautious; you don’t me to have to mock you for doing something stupid.”
“I know what I’m doing, Obbi. I’ve been here as long as you.”
With a slightly skeptical look, Obbi walked out the door.
I called in VII Toast, Casey, and Tanikaze. I was going to be there, but I wasn’t going alone. I arrived and hour early, and had my the others hide in the stickies; few ever read them, so they were likely to be unnoticed. And then I began to wait. Then at precisely 4:00, a figure rounded the corner where Ruze was passed out and began approaching me. He was in shadow, so I couldn’t see his face. As he came within earshot, he laughed.
“Call your deputies of those stickies.”
“Recon?”
“Yep, it’s me. Did my bald head tip you off?”
“Partly. But it was mostly that you actually read the stickies and found the others; you always thorough back when you were still around. How’s retirement suiting you?”
“Fairly well. I’ve been helping out the youngsters around here; I couldn’t stand not having anything to do.”
“Let’s cut to the chase. Why did you call me here?”
“As my note said, I have a proposition. I can help you get to Shishka.” [/color]
TO BE CONTINUED...
[Edited on 12/4/2004 3:36:49 PM]